Regency Romance: Duchess In Distress (Historical Billionaire Military Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance)

by Sarah Thorn

  I straddled myself atop his sinewy muscle and stroked up and down his chest. He reached out a hand and massaged my breasts, taking each one in turn, sucking on my nipples with his tongue and pulling me in closer with his other hand that rested on my back.

  It was becoming too much to bear, so I lined his shaft up with my dripping wet sex and began lowering myself onto him. I offered little resistance to his entrance, as I could feel him pop inside and begin to fill me up.

  I panted in the darkness, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake anyone in the house. I could feel myself get more wet just thinking about being caught. I wondered if he felt the same way, but didn’t care much to wait around for an answer.

  I began working my hips around in circles while his manhood filled me. I could feel him throbbing inside. The spasms shot tingles through my spine, and I could feel myself getting close.

  He lifted me from the ground while still inside me, and tossed his jacket onto the ice, lowering me onto it with the greatest of care. Then he started working his shaft in and out of my gaping wet hole. I started to beg for more of it with my pants of pleasure.

  I think he could tell because he just started pounding hard and harder, smashing into my flesh. I wanted to scream, so I held a hand to my mouth and did my best to scream into it.

  Then the welling feeling in the pit of my stomach grew until it encompassed the entirety of me, and I could feel a release. A flush of pleasure shot down my spine and tensed all my muscles.

  I heard a sudden grunt come from Rick and could feel him shooting his hot sticky load inside. The feeling of him pulling out left me in shivers.

  “Don’t tell the parents,” he said.

  6.

  We both woke up the next morning, completely spent and barely making eye contact. The rest of the vacation went similarly, as neither of us could look the other in the eye.

  I didn’t complain; what we did would be wrong. Siblings shouldn’t be close like that. I did finally manage to ask him what happened to his mother, and he was straightforward with the answer.

  “She died giving birth to Trenton,” was all he said.

  I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like losing one person and gaining another. His father Bill took it hardest; Rick was too young to know what was really going on.

  As the end of the break neared, we received our invitations to the wedding. It was a small ceremony, with only the local family attending, which included a couple of cousins, aunts, and uncles. We barely managed to fill the small twenty person church.

  I played the maid of honor, and Rick played the best man, it was hard to take my eyes off him when he was dressed up, he looked incredibly professional.

  I felt like he had the same thing on his mind, he might not be looking at me, but the corner of his eye was always facing my way.

  Bill and Gladys were married on a Sunday, and it was a small and quite cute ceremony. They ate more than half the cake themselves.

  I hadn’t seen mom this happy in a long time. The day filled her with a radiance that I had never seen on her face. Bill, as well, had rosy cheeks and the two of them danced liked they were the only ones in the room.

  I giggled when I caught Bill pouring a bottle of Vodka in the punch; I avoided the bowl but seeing mom drunk was the highlight of the day.

  Rick finally made his move over to my side. I knew this moment would come, the moment we had to decide how things were going to be from here on out.

  “I’ve been thinking about it for the last two weeks,” he started, “we have done things that can’t be taken back. But, those were different people living different lives.

  “We’re new people now, two brothers and a sister. Before, I had to decide whether or not I cared about you, but now that we’re family, I found that I love you.

  “In some way, I wish that meant that I could love you as a girlfriend, but being siblings had an air of permanence. I’ll always be there for you, and you’ll always be there for me.”

  I looked at him with tears in my eyes. I had lost a lover and instead gained a brother.

  He held out a USB flash drive and gestured for me to take it. I plucked it from his hand and examined it.

  “What is it,” I asked.

  “It’s the video I took of you when you were skating on the ice,” he said, “it’s better kept in your care so you can do what you want with it. It’s the only copy.”

  I took the drive and slipped it into my purse. He didn’t appear to have any regret.

  “Sis, I hope we get along from now on,” he said.

  I nodded and reached in to give him a hug. It wasn’t the hug of two lovers any longer; it was the hug of two siblings and I hated it. My body yearned to be closer than a sister. I wanted to pull him in and give him a kiss, and I could see he wanted nothing more than the same.

  I wondered what people would think. I could see their eyes silently judging us in our prolonged hug, and I did my best to hide from their gaze. Rick slowly pushed me away, and I accepted his guidance.

  It was difficult to see, but I could make out a small tear forming in the corner of his eye. I pretended that I didn’t notice.

  We didn’t spend much time together during the short reception. But, I continued to feel his gaze on my back as I talked with other partygoers. They would all pat me on the back and give me a hug of congratulations. I didn’t feel lucky in the slightest.

  The night wore on and my mom and her new husband left in the most absurdly decorated car I’d ever seen. She looked at me with such a face of content that I couldn’t help but want to slap her. As though every little bit of happiness she felt was a small knife stabbing into my own.

  I still kept Rick in the corner of my gaze, wishing that things had been different. I caught him sneak behind a stack of chairs and throw a meaningless punch into the wall out of frustration. I could tell that he wasn’t too keen on the new living situation either, and that was enough.

  It would be a long year at school.

  7.

  The vacation passed, and I returned to school as a victor. I received more invites to parties from people I hadn’t ever met before. None held much interest for me, but I now had become a bit of a hockey fan. I began attending any game that I could, hoping to see Rick play.

  He seemed a different player, more driven and focused. I managed to catch his eye from the stands a couple of times, and he would immediately turn away, almost wishing that I weren’t there.

  That is until our team won a major victory over our biggest rival and made it into the playoffs.

  I was incredibly excited for the team and made a point to attend their victory party. By now my exploits had become something of a legend, and getting into any party was easy. I recognized plenty of people, and while I was still embarrassed, I accepted their fawning.

  Rick was standing next to the glass that surrounded the ice, and I made way straight to the nearest available drink.

  I stood there, talking to Kathy while my mind wandered towards Rick. As though the world fell away when we were both in the same room, and trying to avoid thinking of him was counterintuitive. I skirted the outside of the crowd and caught him looking at me more than once.

  I wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and leap into his more than capable arms and have him carry me off, but it didn’t feel right. Something was different now, and I wanted to know what.

  I pulled my old skates from my bag and took a seat nearby him to put them on. He turned his eyes towards me as I prepared to take the ice. I think he was just as earnest as I was to talk about our shared history.

  He politely ended his conversation with his fans as I carefully made my way to the ice. He followed along, closely from behind as I started to skate. A few people hooted and hollered in the crowd, and I had a feeling they were hoping I’d give them another show. I wasn’t interested and just smiled and waved off their collected screams.

  Rick paced quickly alongside me as I smoothly careened along the
ice.

  “How are you classes,” I asked politely.

  “You really want to make small talk,” he responded, simply.

  “I really want to just go somewhere and forget that we’re in college and that our parents just got married,” I said, making sure we were out of earshot of everyone in the party.

  He craned his neck to look over his shoulder, doing the same as I was.

  “Follow me,” he said.

  I did so, as he pulled me aside off the ice and towards the opposing team’s locker room, now empty. I carefully made my way inside.

  Rick pulled me out of view of anyone that might have been looking at stared me right in the eye. I could feel the intensity of his gaze, those burning blue eyes making me feel weak in the knees, again. He leaned down just slightly and pursed his lips.

  I eagerly pushed my mouth into his, hoping this moment wouldn’t end. I poured my heart into the kiss, and it felt like he did the same. His passion was burning for me, and mine for him. But, there was something underlying each tender caress and neither of us could shake the feeling as though something was wrong.

  I was the one to push him away.

  “This doesn’t feel right anymore,” I said.

  He stepped back, touching his hand to his lips, as though he were remembering the tenderness of my kiss I had given him only moments ago.

  “This feels so right,” he replied, “but it feels like something is missing.”

  I nodded and leaned back against the wall, smacking the back of my head against it in an act of penitence. The hard surface gave me little solace.

  “I can’t do this,” I said, starting to break away from him and get back to the ice. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes.

  He shot out an arm and pulled me back.

  “Casey, listen to me for just a second,” he said.

  I stood still and awkwardly turned back to him, doing my best to wipe away whatever tears were starting to show themselves.

  “What,” I asked.

  “I think we both know,” he started, “we’ll never be lovers. I know you feel the same as I do.”

  He was right, and that’s what bothered me. I didn’t know what to say anymore. I knew that I didn’t have those feelings for him anymore; I was just going through the motions of romance. I brushed the new tears from my eyes and felt an odd sort of contentedness.

  “Should I call you brother, or should I call you Rick,” I asked.

  He looked at me and smiled. It seemed as though a weight were pulled off both our chests as we continued to chat.

  “That’s your choice, Sis,” he replied with a smirk.

  I laughed, trying to exhale my remaining emotion; it seemed to work as I could feel my tears begin to dry up.

  “Alright, bro,” I said.

  This time, he laughed along with me before grabbing my hand and giving it one last kiss. It had an odd sense of finality to it, and I was still a small bit confused, but I knew that we had made the right decision.

  He found and wore his skates, and we made a few laps around the ice. Our conversation went from intimate to lighthearted, and I knew that I had gained more than a brother. I had gained a new best friend and confidant.

  We ended up having to say our goodbyes about halfway through the night when Kathy drank too much, and I had to make sure she got home safely. I did my best to hold her hair back as she made a mess of the school grounds.

  She kept looking up at me with earnest tears in her eyes, apologizing every time I patted her on the back. It made me giddy inside to know that I had become such a wonderful roommate, or perhaps it was me knowing that I had some fodder for the next roommate argument.

  After finally managing to make it home unharmed, I helped her out of her party clothes and into bed. She was still awake as I laid her into bed. It seemed that she wanted a bit of conversation before she’d be able to fall asleep.

  “So, what did I miss from your winter vacation,” she asked.

  I told her the only thing I could; I had gained a new brother.

  *****

  THE END

  SPORTS Romance - Hotter Than Ice

  Kara sat by the window, looking out at the rain covering the campus lawn. It was relaxing for her. A small group of girls chatted while standing under umbrellas after class. They smiled and laughed, and Kara wondered if they would have laughed at her jokes as well.

  “Is this right, Kara,” asked the student that sat next to her.

  She snapped from her trance and turned to look at her mentee. With a quick exhale, she focused her attention on George’s work; running her hand over the page to sort out the details.

  “It looks right, but you did the math wrong, here, let me show you,” she said while making corrections.

  With a slow and melodic tone, she explained what he had done wrong. At first, he was a bit lost, but the realization of his wrongdoing came to him, and he buried his face in his hand out of embarrassment.

  George was a decent student, but he made silly mistakes that were taxing to correct at times. He still always tried his hardest, but he was behind in his studies by a large margin.

  The hour came to an end quickly enough, and she was thankful to be done with the session. Not that studying, or teaching, was really that hard for her. Kara had a natural talent for explaining things in ways others were able to understand.

  “Same time next week, George,” she said to the student as he tucked his things into his backpack.

  George stood up, straightening out his ruffled sweater before throwing his bag over his shoulder.

  “I’m having a party, tonight. You’re welcome to come if you want,” he said.

  “Oh, that’s alright. I’m busy anyway,” she lied.

  “I’ll e-mail you the details anyway, in case you change your mind,” he added before taking his leave.

  She nodded.

  It’s not as though she had time anyway, she was busy the rest of the day with other students requiring her tutelage. Kara knew she wasn’t like the girls outside, standing in the rain, talking about nothing. There was an invisible line between them and her that she wished she could cross, but found herself unable. So, she reconciled herself to being what she had been since grade school, an outsider.

  Kara fixed her gaze back to the courtyard, watching the students sprint across in a vain attempt to stay dry. She took a small amount of pleasure from being dry and watching other students get soaked to the bone.

  Then she saw him trotting nonchalantly through the rain. Henry didn’t seem to mind getting wet in the rain. Even now, he played innocently with a handball to pass the time, throwing it against walls and catching it as he walked past.

  He was alone this time. Usually, he was crowded with other hockey players; all of them boasting about one thing or another.

  She knew the feeling of solitude, and she could tell that he felt that right now. He was making his way inside the library, and Kara ducked down in her seat a little more.

  Her next student wouldn’t be here for another twenty minutes, so she’d have to do her best to look busy to avoid him again.

  His jacket was soaked through, as were most the rest of his clothes. Henry threw off the jacket, figuring it useless now, and shook the rain from his hair.

  Kara watched; he was actually quite attractive. He had a certain grace in the way he held his skinny but strong stature. His clothes were all just a little bit larger than they needed to be, so the rain caused them to sag in unflattering ways. His hair was wild and unkempt, and just a little too long. Still, it framed his face up nicely the way it matted itself to his head.

  Henry scanned the room with his intense eyes; despite Kara’s best efforts, he still managed to see her. As though he planned it all along, he stalked up the stairway of the library, straight for Kara.

  She put a few things inside her bag, in an attempt to flee before he arrived, but it was to no avail.

  “Hello again, Kara,” he said with a smile on
his lips.

  “Hi, Henry,” she replied, slumping back into her chair with a sigh.

  “So, are you going to come to the party tonight,” he asked, taking a seat across from her at the table.

  “You know, I have more students coming, you should go,” Kara replied.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” he said.

  She let out a drawn out sigh.

  “I’m not that interested. I have too much to do tonight, anyway,” she replied.

  “Why do you always do that,” he asked.

  “Do what?”

  “You always look for an excuse to stay in your bubble.”

  “What bubble? I’m just staying with people I understand. I don’t understand you and your hockey player friends,” she said.

  Henry leaned back in his chair. Kara really didn’t want to say no. She actually was interested in going to the party and seeing if anyone else she knew had decided to take the time out to have fun. She was even interested in spending time with Henry, but the people he liked to spend time with always seemed too popular. Popularity and intelligence just don’t mix.

  “Why don’t you just go with Victoria, I’ve heard she likes you,” Kara said.

  “Ah, Victoria. She’s about as interesting as a brick and about as smart as one,” he said, tossing the handball and catching it.

  “Wow, you’re nice to people that like you. I’d hate to see what you’re like to people that hate you,” Kara said sarcastically.

  “If you keep turning me down, you just might find out,” he replied.

  “If I accept your offer then I’ll be in the same boat as Victoria; I know how many notches you have on your belt,” Kara quipped.

  “There’s only one notch that I’m really interested in, but she just doesn’t seem that interested,” he said with a wink.

  “She’d be interested if you were a little less full of yourself,” Kara replied.

  “And he’d be a little less full of himself if she’d stop living inside of a shell,” he added.

  Kara slammed the last of her books closed and started stuffing them into her bag. She wasn’t interested in sticking around and listening to his drivel. It wasn’t the first time they’d had a heated discussion and probably wouldn’t be the last.