ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13)

by Jane Keeler

  "Goodbye, for now."

  "For now?"

  "For tomorrow we will see more of one another."

  "I would like that very much," he told her and they parted.

  The next day went much the same, as did the next. On the day after that he made an excuse to his arranged wife to-be and was out the door to get away from her and get to see Harper at the market.

  They hugged when they saw one another and their bodies lingered on one another before parting. There was a stirring in him, as there always was around her.

  "You mean more to me than any other person ever has," he told her.

  "And you think I should feel the same way?"

  "It would hurt my ego in a small way, to be sure," he said to her.

  "Why do you say such a thing?"

  "I say such a thing because such a thing exists in my heart."

  "You must stop," Harper said, putting a hand on his chest as she smiled.

  "I loathe the moment I wake up every morning without you by my side. I dread every moment spent without you. I hope for everything to be about you so that I may enjoy you fully all day, everyday."

  "You say such kind words, but what are they worth?"

  "They are worth my life, my soul."

  "Your soul? A heavy price to pay."

  "A handsome price for anything but love. For love it is a small price to pay."

  Harper smiled at him and let her hands fall down his stomach and to his belt. She held it a moment before looking away. She bit her lip and smiled to herself as her hands fell to her side.

  "I like you in some ways," she said back to him. "But I promised myself to not love. So I cannot."

  "Then why do you let me come back day and again?"

  "Because I like you, if not love.

  "I want you to be able to feel more than that."

  "Well, I don't."

  "What made you hate love?"

  "Hate made me hate love," she replied.

  "Hate is good for nothing," he chimed.

  She shook her head, "No, it's all I have for love."

  "What of your feelings for me?" he asked. They could see the marketplace, but they were somewhat hidden from view of the people in it. They were surrounded by ferns and plant-life and it was a romantic scene, in Harper's eyes.

  She was so unsure about what love was, anymore. But she felt something for him. She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. What that was, she still didn't know.

  He left shortly thereafter and she went to teach at the school.

  It went on like that for weeks. He found excuses to go down to the markets and see her, and she found the time in her day to see him. He was overcome with how much she worked and how hard she did so.

  "Most of my money goes to my parents.They are ailing and need constant access to medicines to live."

  "Then I will pay for their medicine," he said.

  Her eyes widened at the offer and she laughed, then brushed the topic aside with her words, "I work enough to be able to pay for it all. Plus, I have the money for a dress or two so often and I buy them. I work very long hours here. The time at the market seems to be the only time that I have nothing to look after."

  She lived through the trials and tribulations of life, which had never occurred to him.

  He said, "I never realized one could live so modestly and yet still suffer through it. I thought poor people just gave up."

  "No, they work very hard."

  "Then why do they stay poor?"

  "It is not always about fair distribution of wealth," she told him.

  He looked away, "Well, it's hard to hear that."

  "Because you have so much?"

  He nodded, then said, "Much more than this. Much, much more."

  "But that's the class you were born into."

  "It is."

  "Should classes exist?"

  "Before you, I thought they should."

  "Now?"

  He said, "Now is different."

  "That's good to hear," she said.

  "But are all people really like you?"

  "What?"

  "Hard working and self-reliant," he replied.

  "Oh, that's nice of you," she said. "I think so. Maybe, maybe not."

  "I don't think they are," he said.

  "Well, you're just wrong, then."

  "A nobleman is never wrong."

  "Are you serious, your highness?"

  "I see that I may sound a bit full of myself."

  "Any other peasant caught talking to a nobleman like this would have their fingers cut up."

  "Nothing quite so serious," he said. "But, yes. We seem to have a very personal rapport. Above things like that."

  "And why do you feel like being this way with me, though?"

  "Because, it is the only way I can be with you."

  "What do you mean by that, Luke?"

  "I mean that I loved you from first sight and knew who you were right away."

  "Knew who I was?"

  "The love of my life?"

  "Luke," she said. "There is something I have to tell you."

  "The one secret you vowed to keep from me?"

  "Aye, the one secret."

  "Then, out with it, if you have the stomach to tell me."

  "Aye, I do." She said, finally, "Luke, I am a widower."

  "A widower, aye?" he asked with a soft and somber face.

  "Truly."

  "Is that why--"

  She cut him off, "I am so forthcoming with love for you."

  "There is nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to worry about."

  She nodded, "I know that, but a part of my heart won't let me go forward with you."

  "Then, you feel this undeniable bond."

  Harper said, "It is truly undeniable, so yes."

  "Aye, as I thought."

  "Yes," she said.

  "Do you want to spend a life with me?"

  "Please be understanding. I wanted to spend a life with my husband, but he died in a knife fight, that's why I hate them so much."

  "A knife fight? I am truly sorry."

  "So I have reason to not want to love. Not quite. Not yet."

  "I understand, I will leave you to your own company, if mine is not suitable."

  "Suitable it is, but to be on my own now is a good of choice as any."

  "Unless," he said. "Unless you wanted to show me your home?"

  "That is quite the opposite of leaving me alone."

  "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I not be asking so much?"

  "You ask just the right amount. You ask of me what I should be wiling to give."

  They made their way down the great steps that he had frequently used. They were the steps that connected the entire castle together. He had used them when he had played polo. He hadn't played in some time since he had met her and it was far from his mind as she took him to her home.

  "My parents are in that room," she said as she pointed. "So don't go there."

  "Will do," he said.

  "And this is my room.

  She led him around it, but inevitably paused at her bedside. He paused there, too, and soon his hand was on her jawline and he was pressing his face closer to his. She puckered her lips and let his mouth meet hers. There was something of a spark between them as they did. She removed her mouth, smiled, then kissed him again with added fervor.

  She unwrapped her many layers of clothing and set them down on her cabinet.

  He followed her to her bed and he wrapped his body around hers. She pressed herself against the bed and leaned back, looking at him as she did. They locked bodies in unison and pushed against one another.

  Her hips pressed forward rhythmically and he pulsed into her, moving his hips with hers. They moved like that until he took his pants off and she moved back, onto the bed more. She let her legs spread open and he moved himself close to her body. After he put his hands to either side of her and moved close with his hips again, he kissed up and down on her lips. She used a han
d to put his dick against her clit and massaged it against herself. Her body felt wild with sensation and wanderlust. She hadn't felt a man's touch since her husband had passed and she didn't know what to do with the sensation now, after so long. She lay back and thrust her neck and chest up, arching her back. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and smiled, then her face went blank as she again felt her body filled up with his dick.

  She took it inside of her willingly and he moved in and out, slowly at first. He moved with a constant rhythm and was laying on her a bit, kissing her neck and pushing his dick into her slowly.

  Her legs went to wither side of his calves and his stomach moved in a fluid motion above her. Then he sat up straight and held one of her legs as he pumped into her. He bent down and kissed her passionately, then resumed pushing in and out of her with one hand on her leg and the other holding her hand. Her big tits jiggled and he watched them move as he moved in and out of her before he bent down to kiss her, pushing his stomach and chest against her body.

  Her hand went up to hold behind his ear and into his hairline, running her fingers through it. They looked into one another's eyes as he pumped and breathed out heavily. His face got lower and lower until they were rubbing noses and then he kissed her. Passionately, with his tongue coming out as soon as he opened his mouth on hers. It pushed past her lips and entered her. Then, he drew back and sat up. He put his hands on the area where her pubic bone was and held on.

  She pushed her head back and moaned loudly, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth together. She pushed her head back down to look at him, then pushed it back to moan with her eyes closed again.

  He put a hand on her chest, then squeezed her tit with one hand and her hip with the other. He used them as leverage to push into her harder. His dick entered and exited her slick, wet pussy. He pumped in and out of her and made her whole body throb with excitement.

  It was something she so badly had wanted, but had not gotten. She had wanted this more than

  Her legs were on either side of his chest and his were behind her butt as he leaned in to kiss her again. He disengaged and sat up, then held her hips and pulled them against his groin. He got in deeper than he had before.

  "I can feel myself so deep inside of you."

  "Filling me up," she said.

  "I am filling you up, huh?"

  Harper moaned, "Luke..."

  "You like this?" he asked, pumping into her.

  She nodded as she looked up and bit her lip, then rested her head again. She pumped into him as he pushed into her and their mutual effort made her groan in ecstasy.

  He held her cheek and she rubbed her face into it. He smiled at her and she looked to him, then her eyes widened in ecstasy from the way he was pounding into her.

  They continued like that for several moments, until he spoke.

  "I want to see you on top of me," he said.

  "I want to go on top of you, Luke."

  He got off of her and she got up, then let him lay on the bed.

  She crawled atop him from his legs up to be able to kiss him. She moved her thighs to either side of his hip. She moved her hips so that she touched against his dick and then lifted up from it. She did that for a few moments before he grabbed his dick and put it directly under her clit. She moved against it a few times and he removed his hand. She pushed towards him and away, then towards him again. It was inside of her fully and she bounced up and down slowly, then gained a rhythm as he pulsed his hips into hers.

  She breathed in and out quickly and said, "Oh, oh."

  He put a hand on her hip and began moving her slightly with it. She moved in rhythm with his hips and went up and down until she bent and kissed him. He put his hands on her chin and held them there until she straightened back up and he put one hand on her back and the other on her front. He moved her like that for awhile before releasing her and she stayed bent over, kissing him intermittently while he pumped up and into her, then let gravity take him back down before pumping into her again.

  She moved her hips back and forth after he had slowed his rhythm and nearly stopped pushing into her and moved slightly on top of him, nearly sitting on his dick. She was almost all of the way on him, trying to put more and more of his dick into her. She rode it like that, getting crazy with pleasure as she did so.

  "I can feel you going so deep inside of me."

  "I like it when you ride it like that," Luke said.

  "Me too," she said in a moan. She continued to until he raised his torso off of the bed and sat up. She bounced on him while he was sitting up, then he moved forward and she laid back onto her back. Her legs went to either side of his legs as he pushed into her. She put her hands on his shoulder, then he pulled back and put his hands to either side of her head as he pushed in and out of her. He grabbed her clit and started massaging it, stimulating her even further.

  She began to orgasm as he did, breathing heavily and sucking on the air like she was choking. She was smiling here and there and he could tell she was enjoying it. He continued to do it exactly the same way and soon she was climaxing. He continued to rub her and kissed her, then felt the urge to finish, himself.

  "I could cum inside of you right now," he said.

  "I want your cum," she said. "I want your cum buried deep inside of me."

  "I'm going to come, then," he said excitedly and pushed into her hard, then slowed and stopped pushing into her altogether.

  They lay together for a moment in happy silence after they had kissed for several seconds and he soon took his leave.

  The next few days they saw one another at the market and at her house. He was missing quite a bit of polo, but he knew it was all worth it because he got to be with her. Many things that he was forfeiting were worth it because of her. His relationship with his fiancee had gotten worse and worse. He stopped talking to her of anything at all. He had never come on to her sexually and was far from doing it, now. Now that he had Harper to look forward to.

  All he could think about when inside of the walls of the inner castle were her curving hips and steely blue eyes. He thought about her when he woke up, wracked with the need to see her, if not for a fleeting moment, before he carried out the day's early morning chores of washing up and eating. To be without her was the worst thing that he could let happen, and he resolved to fix that. He talked with the head of the caste staff and vouched for her.

  "I want to make you a girl of the castle," he said that afternoon in the market.

  "A servant girl?" she asked.

  He asked, "Is that okay?"

  "I can do that," she said.

  "Good, because I think it's the only way for us to get closer."

  Harper breathed out a sigh and said, "All I want to do is get closer."

  Luke nodded and let his hand rise to touch her chin gently and held it close to his jaw. He moved her to his lips and she opened her mouth onto his, letting his tongue slide into her. He felt the slick parts of her inner mouth and knew that she wanted it, badly.

  They loosened their grip on one another and then eventually pulled heads away from one another. She looked at him longingly while he reflected the same feelings at her. They were in unison in thoughts and bodies. He held her cheek for a moment, then let his hand slide down her face and off of it.

  His hand went to her leg and he turned to her, pushing his lips on her mouth before she could react. She put her hands up, surprised, then let them fall as she kissed him back. She felt his wet, warm tongue against hers as it entered her mouth and curved around the form of it. He licked at her teeth and she closed her mouth slightly, then opened it more. His fingers rose up her thigh. Her mouth opened for him again and his tongue went deeper, rubbing against her tongue. His index finger touched her clit underneath her skirts and he hid his hand with some of them. She put her hands on his shoulders and moved it around against her underwear, which was getting wet with desire.

  They parted bodies after a few moments and then smiled at one another. She looked
around herself after looking at him. The marketplace was busy and though they could see it, the people in the market couldn't necessarily see them. It had been a thrill not knowing if they were being seen or not. She liked the thrill of sex and hadn't felt it since her late husband.

  After he explained how to get her new job, they left one another and she went to the bakery to resign. He went to his rooms in the castle.

  The first day of Harper's new job, she found him after being given the freedom to do so. She went into his rooms, where his wife to-be and he were lounging about, reading and sewing. His fiancee did not look up, but he did. He saw her there and she nodded as she filled their glasses with wine, then left. A moment later, he went over to the cup and brought it to his mouth, then turned to his fiancee.

  "I think I'll take myself on a walk."

  "No company?"

  "None, thank you."

  He let himself out and saw her in the hall. He grabbed her by the arm and brought her into a small banquet hall seldom used. He shut the doors and looked to her.

  Luke was quick to tell her, "I have been thinking about your presence in the castle, today. It has driven me mad knowing that you are here, but without me."

  "But thank goodness it is different now," she said.

  "For now we are together."

  "Truly."

  "And what I want to do," he said, "is more than talk."

  He pushed his head into hers gently and kissed her, then. She kissed back and

  "Do you think anyone will catch us?" she asked daringly.

  "I saw some guards at the end of the hall."

  "So we have to be quiet," she said.

  He nodded.

  "If anyone catches us, what happens?"

  "Don't let anyone catch us," Luke said back to her.

  She smiled and said, "I don't think I will let anyone."

  She raised her many skirts up and pulled her underwear down and off of her body. He took his dick out and massaged it up and down. He bent it slightly and jerked on it, tugging gently. He felt his head and pulled his foreskin back. There was a clear liquid there.

  "Oh, I've been warming up for you," he said as he saw it.

  "I want you so badly," Harper moaned into his ear.

  He pushed himself into her swiftly and pulsed on her, pushing into her and pulling out quickly and with a rhythm. He rapidly moved in and out of her, then after a few moments of doing that, slowed and began to use a slower cadence to go in and out of her. She took her shirt off as he pushed into her with an exuberance.