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.“No need to drool, boy,” he says.“You can come upstairs and help me off with these boots.”I all but scamper to our room and kneel down to help my beloved ease his boots off.I rub myface against his leather calf as I cradle his heel and start easing it free.I breathe deeply to catchthe delicious Hugh aroma and he laughs.When both boots are off he undoes his britches and hiscock leaps out so eagerly it hits me in the face.I catch his head in my mouth and gobble.Hughpushes me away and I fall back on my heels and whimper.What can I have done wrong?“Start a shower, boy.I’ve a mind for you, some soap, and some steam.”I’m more than eager.My ass needs his cock so damn much.He joins me in a few moments, hiscock so hard and drooling that I know he’s fluffed himself.My prick bumps the shower wall ashe gets in behind me and moves under the water.“Sir Hugh,” I whisper daringly as I kneel and let the hot water stream over my face and his cock.He doesn’t rebuke me, but fills my mouth, then throat for a torturous moment.Another Fine Mess - 148“Stand, boy,” he orders, his voice thick with desire, and with no more foreplay he jams his cockinto my ass.I spread eagle myself against the shower wall and let him ram away.I have longedfor him to be in me.Hard and deep.He’s snarling now with passion, and I yield more and moreunder him.He’s too tall and too rough for this position -- my ass may tear from the rough sexand lack of lube, but I bite my fist and think: Sir.Sir Hugh.My sir.Surely he’ll let me call himsir now he’s inherited his title? I must have earned the right by now.And then he growls, and Ifeel wet heat in me easing the burn and he’s pulsing and roaring, and I see my own come hit theshower wall as I buck under him.We stay in the shower until we are clean again and go down to lunch.As the afternoonprogresses, Hugh moves more and more painfully and Kate teases him mercilessly.At last heyells at her, “Okay Kate, I’ve not ridden in America – happy? I’m as stiff and knotted asmother’s morals, okay?” Kate and I both snort, and then check to see if Lady Barstow is around.“A soak in a tub, baby brother – and then perhaps Ryan will be kind enough to massage you.”Hugh and I don’t dare look at each other, but I hear Hugh grunt at his sister.But the next day, I’m back to lonely and bored.Everyone is so busy as well.They’re at home,and have their routines and occupations, and Hugh’s dealing with all kinds of business.As usual,he doesn’t see fit to include me in what he does and decides.I feel left out.Sometimes Hughtakes me to a pub lunch or we get to ramble around the grounds, but mostly I’m stranded andlonely.Their house is in the middle of freaking nowhere and then down a long gravel drive.Some days Hugh asks me to sign some papers and after the first time of trying to understandBritish legal writing, I just sign whatever it is.I trust Hugh after all.I am curious, and ask onceand he just says, “It’s estate stuff, Ryan.I’m looking after you as I said I would and making suremy U.S.property and U.K.property are separate.My family can’t claim my U.S.stuff -- thatgoes to you, and it acknowledges our joint ownership of the U.S.stuff -- and you are signingaway any claim on the U.K.stuff.” It seems fair enough to me, and I’m not that interested in thedetails.Besides I don’t want to think about Hugh dying, and I also don’t want to know what Isigned away.I’m only human and seeing how much it is might make me bitter.Nigel and Polly have been deputized to take me on a walk around the grounds.Lady Barstow hasfinally realized how neglected I am while Hugh is doing business, but she can’t quite manage tospend time alone with me.“I have my own business to attend to!” she says and I believe her.Sheis always on the phone talking to some poor tradesman in her managerial tones, and Kate isalways disappearing into town on mysterious errands.Polly grabs my wrist and says, “Come on Uncle Ryan, I want to show you my favorite place atgranny’s house.”“I thought you lived here?”“No, we live about ten miles away,” says Nigel, “But we stay a lot since daddy travels.We haveour own rooms here, and mummy has her old room still.”“We’re here right now ‘to help granny through a trying time,’” says Polly innocently.Another Fine Mess - 149“To see Uncle Hugh,” corrects Nigel, “and meet Uncle Ryan.” Hugh would have been proud ofhis manners at that moment, but he’s not here, so I just smile at the kids and say I’m glad theyare here.I wonder whether Polly was quoting her mother or grandmother,Nigel is most interested in showing me the stables and paddock -- he has his own pony here --and Polly wants to show me her fairy garden -- a funny little gazebo covered in wisteria and halffalling down behind the orangery.It looks like a good private spot and I remember it for later [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]