Roseneath she found the agent waiting
for her. “Let’s get this over with,” she sighed. “I have no interest in
remaining here any longer than is strictly necessary.”
“Are you sure about that?” said a voice from the doorway.
Looking past the agent she saw a figure emerge and
recognised it as Jim. His face was mottled with fading bruises and she gasped
at the sight of his injuries. “What happened?” she asked, concern overriding
her shock at seeing him once more.
“Come inside and I’ll explain.”
She followed him in, finding deeds of sale spread across the
table. He winced as he lowered himself into the armchair by the fire. “I awoke
during the night to the sound of voices outside the cottage,” he said as she
sat down opposite him.
“Who were they?”
“Poachers. I ran out but there were more of them than I
expected. We had a disagreement over ownership of my sheep.”
“A disagreement?”
I chased them for a while but they tricked me, caught me the
other side of a wall and did this,” he pointed to his face. “I was lucky I was
found the next morning and taken to the big house. By the time I woke up you’d
already left.”
“I’m so sorry,” Elizabeth said, her hands beginning to
shake. “I had no idea.”
“Luckily George was willing to send you a letter whilst I
recovered.”
She turned to the agent who merely inclined his head from
the doorway.
“Wait,” Elizabeth said. “You mean you’re buying the cottage?”
“I am.”
“But why? How on earth can you afford it? You’re only a
gatekeeper aren’t you?”
“He’s no gatekeeper miss,” George said, walking over to the
deeds of sale and gathering them together. “This is Duke James Franklin of
Franklin Manor.”
“Where?”
“The big house,” Jim said. “It’s mine.”
“What are you talking about? But you live in the
gatekeeper’s cottage.”
“I have done ever since my wife died. I couldn’t face being
in that old place on my own. I moved into the cottage four years ago and I’ve
been there ever since.”
“But why are you buying Roseneath then?”
“For you of course.”
“What?”
“I wish for you to come and live here.”
She leapt out of her chair and threw her arms around him.
“I’m sorry,” she said as he winced. “You must be in such pain.”
“Nothing compared to thinking I was losing you.” He turned
to the agent. “If the deeds are completed George, you may make the necessary
arrangements.”
“Good day to you both,” George replied, inclining his head
again before leaving the two of them alone, leaving with the papers bundled
under his arm.
“My parents wish me to marry another man,” she said after a
moment’s silence.
“Do you wish to marry him?”
“No.”
“Then perhaps you would consider marrying another man.”
“Who did you have in mind?” she smiled, sitting on his lap
and running her finger down his chest. “I suppose if you’re injured, you
shouldn’t indulge in anything too strenuous.”
“My doctor insists I rest.”
“Come and rest then,” she replied, taking his hand and
leading him over to the bed. Laying him down on his back, she kissed her way
down his chest, undoing each button in turn until his stomach was visible. She
kissed each bruise softly whilst slowly undoing his trousers. She pulled out
his cock and took it straight into her mouth, feeling it harden on her tongue
whilst he ran his fingers through her hair. As she sucked him, her mind
whirled. Live here forever? What would her parents think? What would Richard
think? The taste of a drop of salty liquid on her tongue set all questions
tumbling away from her, replaced by an urgent need to feel Jim inside her.
Lifting her dress to her hips, she pulled her knickers to
one side and sank onto him, guiding his cock into her, moaning loudly as it
filled her to capacity. She ground down on him as he sighed happily. “I thought
I might never see you again,” she said. “I
for her. “Let’s get this over with,” she sighed. “I have no interest in
remaining here any longer than is strictly necessary.”
“Are you sure about that?” said a voice from the doorway.
Looking past the agent she saw a figure emerge and
recognised it as Jim. His face was mottled with fading bruises and she gasped
at the sight of his injuries. “What happened?” she asked, concern overriding
her shock at seeing him once more.
“Come inside and I’ll explain.”
She followed him in, finding deeds of sale spread across the
table. He winced as he lowered himself into the armchair by the fire. “I awoke
during the night to the sound of voices outside the cottage,” he said as she
sat down opposite him.
“Who were they?”
“Poachers. I ran out but there were more of them than I
expected. We had a disagreement over ownership of my sheep.”
“A disagreement?”
I chased them for a while but they tricked me, caught me the
other side of a wall and did this,” he pointed to his face. “I was lucky I was
found the next morning and taken to the big house. By the time I woke up you’d
already left.”
“I’m so sorry,” Elizabeth said, her hands beginning to
shake. “I had no idea.”
“Luckily George was willing to send you a letter whilst I
recovered.”
She turned to the agent who merely inclined his head from
the doorway.
“Wait,” Elizabeth said. “You mean you’re buying the cottage?”
“I am.”
“But why? How on earth can you afford it? You’re only a
gatekeeper aren’t you?”
“He’s no gatekeeper miss,” George said, walking over to the
deeds of sale and gathering them together. “This is Duke James Franklin of
Franklin Manor.”
“Where?”
“The big house,” Jim said. “It’s mine.”
“What are you talking about? But you live in the
gatekeeper’s cottage.”
“I have done ever since my wife died. I couldn’t face being
in that old place on my own. I moved into the cottage four years ago and I’ve
been there ever since.”
“But why are you buying Roseneath then?”
“For you of course.”
“What?”
“I wish for you to come and live here.”
She leapt out of her chair and threw her arms around him.
“I’m sorry,” she said as he winced. “You must be in such pain.”
“Nothing compared to thinking I was losing you.” He turned
to the agent. “If the deeds are completed George, you may make the necessary
arrangements.”
“Good day to you both,” George replied, inclining his head
again before leaving the two of them alone, leaving with the papers bundled
under his arm.
“My parents wish me to marry another man,” she said after a
moment’s silence.
“Do you wish to marry him?”
“No.”
“Then perhaps you would consider marrying another man.”
“Who did you have in mind?” she smiled, sitting on his lap
and running her finger down his chest. “I suppose if you’re injured, you
shouldn’t indulge in anything too strenuous.”
“My doctor insists I rest.”
“Come and rest then,” she replied, taking his hand and
leading him over to the bed. Laying him down on his back, she kissed her way
down his chest, undoing each button in turn until his stomach was visible. She
kissed each bruise softly whilst slowly undoing his trousers. She pulled out
his cock and took it straight into her mouth, feeling it harden on her tongue
whilst he ran his fingers through her hair. As she sucked him, her mind
whirled. Live here forever? What would her parents think? What would Richard
think? The taste of a drop of salty liquid on her tongue set all questions
tumbling away from her, replaced by an urgent need to feel Jim inside her.
Lifting her dress to her hips, she pulled her knickers to
one side and sank onto him, guiding his cock into her, moaning loudly as it
filled her to capacity. She ground down on him as he sighed happily. “I thought
I might never see you again,” she said. “I
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