ROMANCE: His Reluctant Heart (Historical Western Victorian Romance) (Historical Mail Order Bride Romance Fantasy Short Stories)

by Jane Prescott

  Jackson swiftly guided me to the sofa behind us and pressed his body on top of mine, kissing me passionately. With one hand giving generous attention to my right breast, the other hand glided down my body to reach the zipper on the side of my skirt. He skilfully unzipped it with one hand and pulled the skirt off my feet and onto the floor. He massaged my sex, feeling my hot pussy through soaking wet lace and drove his tongue deeper into my mouth. He then kneeled on the floor and used both hands to spread my legs and caress my thighs. As his hands moved smoothly toward my groin, he slid his fingers under my panties and made circular motions over my clit and ran his fingers through my folds. This sent juices flowing as I massaged my own breasts and looked him in the eye. I smiled coyly and licked my top lip. Jackson grabbed the top of my panties and slowly removed them all the way off of my feet.

  With our eyes locked, Jackson lowered his head and started to make a trail of small kisses and licks from my ankle all the way up to the top of my thighs. He teasingly grazed his lips over my labia as he lightly kissed the inside of my other thigh. Unable to take it any longer, I guided his head directly to my pussy. He parted my folds with his tongue and danced it around my clit. He sucked and nibbled on my hard, longing bud and slid his finger into my wet and inviting vagina. He explored my inner walls and found my most sensitive spot, running his finger along it as he moved his fingers in and out of me in a pleasing rhythm. He reached his other hand up to my left breast and tweaked my nipple as I moaned with heated desire. I thrust my hips toward his mouth and he moved his tongue in quick flicks over my clit. His finger flicked my pebbled nipple at the same pace, sending me over the edge in ecstasy. My breath quickened as I grasped his head and pushed it harder into my pussy. He suctioned my pussy lips with his mouth and with two more strong flicks of his tongue I was sent over the edge. I moaned loudly as I came and felt juices flowing freely from my sex. I wanted him inside me.

  I reached out to grasp his rock-hard cock and swiftly guided it to my slit. With no hesitation he drove his dick deep inside me as I breathed out heavily in pleasure. “Yes, more,” I moaned as we started to find a rhythm, with me gyrating my hips toward him every time his cock pressed into me. He grinned with pleasure as his dick easily slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy. As he hovered over me I could feel the heat emanating from his body and could see his heart beating strongly in his chest. I reached my arms around his back and guided him to flip over. We moved in one smooth motion with me ending up on top, his dick still deep inside. Straddling him, I laid my hands on his chest and felt his tight pecs and began riding his cock. Jackson’s hands grasped my tits and massaged them eagerly as I moved my pussy up and down his cock over and over and over. We moved in unison as the pace quickened and juices flowed like a waterfall from my sex. Not able to contain my ecstasy any longer I closed my eyes and threw my head back, gasping with passion as I was overcome with a powerful orgasmic release. It sent waves of energy from the crown of my head all the way to the tips of my toes, and Jackson’s release was not too far behind. With three more thrusts, he grunted and came hard. I could feel his warm juices mixing with mine inside of me. We collapsed on the couch breathing heavily, our moist skin glistening in the moonlight that peaked through the window. Although the sex was incredibly hot, I knew in my heart he was not the man for me.

  After we lied on the sofa naked in silence for a while, the moon showering us with silvery light through the window, I felt a sense of awkwardness descend upon the room. Although I had just had the most intimate and intense encounter with Jackson, I felt distant from him. I felt like we were two magnets that were inevitably pushing away from each other, unable to make any connection. I had to leave.

  “I’ve got to go now,” I said abruptly as quickly pulled up my skirt and clumsily fastened my bra.

  “What?” Jackson questioned, “We just got here. I thought we could make a fire and have some wine.”

  “Sorry, I just…”, I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes as I grabbed my purse, “I just need to go. Have a good night.” I headed for the door and left Jackson on the sofa with a bewildered look on his face. I felt bad for leaving him like that, but I had to listen to my instincts and they were telling me to leave immediately. I pushed the screen door open and headed out into the moonlit forest.

  It was a long, winding path from the house up to the road and I carefully navigated the trail trying not to trip over tree roots and rocks. Thankfully the moon was out to guide me as I wandered through the dark woods. Why am I crying? I asked myself. It’s not like this was the first time I had hooked up with someone that I knew was wrong for me or the first time I’ve bolted from a date, but something inside me felt different. I felt a deep sadness, a loneliness that weighed heavy in my heart. I continued walking slowly up the winding path and was relieved that I could finally see street lights on the main road through the trees up ahead.

  Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man with dark burly hair and stubble framing his face appeared with a torch about 15 feet away from me. I was startled and froze in my tracks, warm tears still running from my eyes that seemed to turn cold as ice on my cheek as the cool night wind hit them. The man stared at me, and I could clearly see the pity painted across his face.

  “Are you okay miss?” He asked in a deep tone that echoed through the woods.

  “Please leave me alone.” I replied flatly, my voice shaking with fear and uncertainty.

  He took a step closer, “I could, and I know I should, but I have a feeling you are a long way from home. I wanna offer you a ride, but I bet you’re a smart woman who doesn’t take rides from strangers though, so I can offer to call a cab for you.”

  I stared at him. “Yes please, that would be fine.” Part of me was still terrified of this large man that seemed to just emerge from the forest, but another part of me was thankful he offered to call me a cab. My phone had no reception out here in the middle of nowhere, and I really had no plan as to what I was going to do once I reached the road. He took out his phone and called for a cab. He mentioned the address, and I realized it was indeed too far from town for a girl to just stumble along alone in the dead of the night.

  “Thank you.” I told him. We walked up to the clearing and I sat down on a large fallen tree that lay alongside the road.

  “My name is Garret. Garret Fields, I live a third a mile from here.” He mentioned as he pointed to the space beside me on the tree. I nodded, indicating I was allowing him to sit down.

  “I’m Jenna, Coleman. I work at Coleman’s, right along Main.” I spoke finally looking into his eyes that were a warm brown under the faint torch light.

  “Sure, I’ve seen the place. Not really my kind of crowd.” He replied.

  “Come by sometime. Have a drink on me.” I smiled faintly and then looked away. We shared silence for a good ten minutes before the taxi arrived. I felt relieved as I stood up and headed toward the cab. Garret opened the door for me and put his hand on my back, ushering me into the car. He paid the driver and said goodbye. As we drove away I saw him give a big wave and then disappear again into the forest.

  *****

  Morning had broken. The sun shone in through my airy white curtains, but I still wasn’t ready to go downstairs to meet the energy that was my siblings. I was usually up the earliest because I loved having quiet time to myself before starting the day, but today I slept in. As I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, scenes from the night before played through my mind in waves. The lake house, Jackson, the hot sex, my emotional turmoil, and the dark stranger who saved my ass all bounced in and out of my thoughts, leaving me feeling lethargic, foggy. I needed coffee – badly.

  I checked my phone and found that Jackson hadn’t sent me a text message or anything. This led me to believe my intuition was spot-on. He didn’t give a shit about me. I was just a one night thing to him, and that was fine. I was just another silly girl that got blinded by his slick suits and fancy car. I was just relieved that I left when I did and retained some d
ignity. I also had twelve missed calls from my brother Henry. This concerned me, but I shrugged it off, thinking it was just Henry being overprotective, wondering where I was.

  I decided to make my way downstairs, expecting a huge ruckus to ensue. I was used to that. A house with four bothers and just me and my father to tame everyone everyday was bound to be a disaster. But weirdly enough, I was greeted by the most peculiar thing – silence.

  I started to worry. This was never a good sign. I remembered last night my brothers talking. Right before I left they were planning to go out on a hunt.

  Possible scenarios started pouring through my mind as I started to dart from room to room to search for my family. I went out to the sheds, the basement, but no one was there. I stared blankly out from the porch. A few minutes had passed when a truck started rattling towards the house. I recognized it as our old beaten up pick-up.

  I started counting. I saw dad driving, his grey beard and red bandanna were so clear even from several yards away. I saw Guiles in the shot gun seat, Henry slumped in the back and Vince standing as the truck parked the truck trying to get a clearer look at my father; finally, his face was clear to me. It was bloodshot, pained. I called to him as tears started to fall. He shook his head as he made his way to me.

  “I’m sorry Jenna. Nico.” He couldn’t finish.

  “Nico got mauled last night Jenna while you were off with your boyfriend.” Vince yelled at me angrily.

  “Vince! This is nowhere near Jenna’s fault.” My father shot back at him. But I didn’t get angry. I knew this was just Vince coping the best that he could in the moment. Guiles our eldest brother wrapped me in an embrace as he too started sobbing. Nico was our youngest. We all loved him. Everyone loved him. Yes he was grumpy and pissy most of the time, but all my brothers were. I blamed it on the pent up testosterone. But Nico, he was different. Nico was the one who would help me do the dishes even though he didn’t have to. He was the brother who always waited for me patiently to help close up shop.

  Henry was silent, but anger was clearly consuming him. We walked together to the door as Guiles explained everything to me.

  There was a grizzly caught in one of their traps. Apparently, when Nico tried to approach it, the bear was able to get free. It was too fast for him. When they heard him scream, they ran to the scene, but it was all too late. The bear had disappeared, and Nico was laying there on the ground, motionless. They had attempted to bring him to the nearest ER, but when they got there, he had already died.

  Father had me go to my room to clean myself up. We were to go to the funeral home to set everything straight for his burial two days after the next. I was still shaken. I didn’t want to move anymore. After my dramatic exit from Jackson’s lake house last night, I wasn’t prepared for anything worse. But here it was; pain coursed through my entire body.

  Downstairs, I could feel my brothers arguing, but it was mostly Henry just babbling.

  “It was them Pa! You know it!” He spoke through gritted teeth.

  Father shifted on his seat.

  “He’s right.” Vince Pitched in. “No ordinary bear could break through those traps. I tell you, they’ve come back. We need to stop them. Give them a welcome wagon they’ll never forget.”

  “We aren’t even sure.” Dad said with exasperation.

  “It’s them Damn it! I know it!” Henry roared at him as he pushed his way to the kitchen.

  *****

  It was a warm and sunny afternoon, Nico’s favourite kind. It was just us and a few of his high school buddies, mostly from the football team he used to play on. We didn’t cry anymore. We were Colemans and Colemans never cry, well, at least not in public. It didn’t matter that Jackson didn’t even come, although he did send flowers of condolences. I was a Coleman. I was strong.

  As everyone retreated and slowly returned to their cars parked just a stone’s throw away from the gravesite, I saw a figure emerge from the distant trees. I squinted to see which one of Nico’s friends had possibly arrived late, and to my surprise it was a face that was burned into my memory. It was Garret. Perplexed, I slowly walked toward him as he came closer to me.

  “I tried going to your bar, you know, for that drink. The bartender said your brother had passed and that today was the burial.” He talked as he scanned the pain in my face. “I just came here to make sure you’re okay, I mean, after that night I saw you in the woods…” But Jenna cut him off.

  “Please.” I said as I held up one hand, gesturing that I didn’t want to discuss it any further.

  “I’m sorry. Here.” Garret pulled out a white handkerchief was he wiped away my tears as they started flowing.

  “Thanks.” I said through sobs. “I need to return to my family now.” I turned away bidding goodbye to the man who had strangely been in the right place at the right time for me lately.

  As I made my way to my brothers waiting in the Jeep, I caught Henry eyeing Garret sternly.

  “Who’s he?” Vince demanded.

  “A friend.” I replied, not wanting to get into any details.

  “You are not to make friends with him. Do you hear me Jenna?” Henry suddenly spat at me.

  “What is wrong with you? We’re just friends. What the hell do you care who I am friends with!” I spat back.

  My father raised his head. “This is neither the time nor place to be arguing. Jenna, I hate doing this, but I too shall not permit you to go near that man again.”

  I was shocked at this. He was a kind and sensible man. He was never the type to judge people that he didn’t know. I was confused and tried to attribute this unreasonable behaviour to the fact that he was still grieving. I still couldn’t get my head around what was going on.

  “Why?” I said.

  “Just because we said so.” Vince replied quickly. I looked to Guiles for some sympathy or at least a little agreement. He had always been my hero, but today he just turned away. We made it back home in one piece even though we had been hissing and seething with anger at each other for the whole ride back.

  The day rested and night had fallen. I felt irate and mad, defeated and enraged, all at the same time. I decided I needed to take a walk. I marched down the staircase, and walked past my brothers on the porch.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Vince called out.

  “Out.” I yelled back, pushing my way down the porch stairs and onto the path leading away from our house.

  I started marching to the lake – the only place I felt safe lately. When I reached the shore, I slowly walked along its edge while staring at the full moon, which reflected upon the surface of the now eerily still lake. In the distance I could hear the hooting of the owls as frogs croaked a monotonous chorus that added to the melancholic air of the evening.

  I lost track of time as I meandered along the water. I turned around to see that I had come quite a distance. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a familiar sight further ahead along the shore; it was Jackson’s lake house. I sat down on a big rock by the water’s edge, and decided that this was as good a place as any to relax and take in what had happened in the span of just less than a week.

  My meditation was suddenly broken by a low but audible sound. It was a sound similar to the one my brothers made when I had to repair really bad wounds with alcohol and stitches. It was definitely a restrained cry of pain. I tried to look around, discerning where it had come from until I finally saw a clearing in the middle of an overgrowth just north from where I had been sitting. I tried to peer as stealthily as possible so as not to spook whoever or whatever it was. What I saw shocked me and paralyzed me with fear.

  It was Garret. His clothes were torn up, revealing his naked body covered in hard and tense muscles. His large cock swung as he was struggling to contain what appeared to be sheer pain.

  Slowly, his body started becoming bigger. His arms stubbier and his legs became heavier. Fur started thickening all over his body as he finally morphed into what looked like an overgrown bear.
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br />   I started shaking uncontrollably. Fear gripped my heart. I was frozen right there on the spot. I let out a faint whimper, making the thing notice my presence. It turned to my direction and it slowly approached me.

  As it stood face to face with me, I began saying my prayers. Halfway through, the most surprising thing happened. The creature lowered its head and rested it on my stomach. It was still Garret. It was Garret who was now a ferocious looking, but shockingly docile, creature.

  It stepped back as I stared at it; my heart started to calm down. Suddenly, a bright light engulfed the creature and after a few seconds, the light had subsided to reveal Garret, once again, as a human. He stared at me with worried eyes. I stepped forward towards him as he flinched at my sudden movement. I reached out my hand to hold his face. He pressed my hand with his as he closed his eyes.

  “Aren’t you scared?” He said finally as he stepped back.

  “Why? Should I be?” I replied.

  “No. You shouldn’t.” As he smiled the kindest and most sincere smile I had ever seen on a man. He let my hand go, turned around and disappeared into the dark forest.

  *****

  I walked back home with a light heart and a smile painted across my face. I soaked in the feeling of having someone making himself completely vulnerable to me and letting me touch him - I realized this was love. Finally, I felt that elusive feeling that had escaped me all these years. His bright eyes as he smiled at me spoke more than words. I knew that even though he was different, he was still the man who had been there at my worst lately and comforted me without judgement.

  When I got home, I found my brothers and father sitting at the front porch looking at me strangely. My father looked down, as though I had disappointed him somehow. He always did this when I disappointed him.