A Different Class - 14

Chapter 14

They rose early and were in his SAAB coupe, their bags packed, by nine am. Nate was very keen to show her around the estate, and he wanted to take her riding after lunch. It was a real challenge wedging all the bags into the car, for some reason they were taking more with them for two days than they had for a week in Spain.

It took an hour to get there, the latter part through winding country lanes. When he signalled and pulled into a huge set of gates, Rebecca spotted a virtual mansion in the distance. He laughed at her gasps before taking a sharp right into a small gravel car park. 

“This is the coach house, I always stay here, it’s my domain, and it’s far less intimidating. In fact, I love this place so much.” He looked at her for a moment, deep in thought, "in fact I can't remember the last time I slept in the house!"

He stopped the car outside an old two storey building and got out. As he was unloading the bags from the boot a greying man in his fifties emerged from the wooden door.

“Nathaniel, it’s so good to see you again!”  

Nat shook his hand enthusiastically, “it has been a long time Sullivan, but then I know you understand that.” Then he turned to Bec. “May I introduce my companion Rebecca Taylor. Bec, this is Sullivan, he runs the houses, keeps everyone in check!”

She extended a hand, which after a raised eye brow in surprise, he shook.

“Nathaniel is the true gent of the family!” he whispered almost conspiratorially. And in that instant she knew he recognised her, but also sympathised with her.

Nate was laughing as he clapped the older man on the back, “you always did look out for me!”

“Sir if I may speak out of turn, you are a rarity in this family!” He turned to Bec and carried on. “The fridge is stocked with plenty of snacks, but there is a telephone in the house. Cook will provide virtually anything with notice. I’ll send Maggie over with a snack whilst you settle in. She’ll bring breakfast tomorrow at eight, if you require earlier or later please call.”

She thanked him before looking up at Nate to see he was sharing a look with the butler, thanking him silently for explaining the way the house ran. As he was walking away he shouted, “Sorry Sullivan, could you arrange for Tessa and Sovereign to be saddled for after lunch, we’re going to ride the estate.”

“Very good sir!”

As he disappeared off around the corner, Rebecca turned to Nate, “He said all that for me didn’t he?”

Nate turned to her, “Sullivan is invaluable, he has more tact, class and understanding in his little finger than I have in all of me. He is very astute, and at this point I would say to you if over the weekend there is anything that you’re not happy with, speak to him. He will love you and be as loyal to you as I am. Ok?”   

                                                           

The coach house was small but cosy, with a small lounge and kitchen dominated by a large open hearth on the ground floor, and in one corner was an old stone spiral staircase. She following Nate up and discovered a large en suite bedroom, and a smaller guest room. She paused to look out of the huge window which dominated the bedroom, and saw a spectacular view of the countryside laid out over undulating hills. The small village they had driven through earlier was barely visible for the trees that flanked it.

“What a lovely view!”

He murmured agreement as he came to stand behind her, arms wrapping around her, “my mother used this place as an art studio when I was a child. We’d sit here so many days watching and talking....”

She laid her hands over his, resting across her stomach, “Tell me about her, tell me about your time with her.”

Taking a deep breath he replied, “I told you before, she was a shadow of the woman she could’ve been. She was petite, dark...and I’m not afraid to say beautiful. She was too delicate for my father, I told you that before, he dominated her. You know what he's like...” He paused to look around the room, “it was only ever in here that she was relaxed, happy...that’s why it seems so appropriate to have you stay here.”

She smiled, turning in his arms, and kissing his nose, “whatever happens tonight, I’m glad you showed me this place, I like having these special things we share.”

“Well let’s eat and explore, and I can show you more special places!”

She lowered a hand to his groin and asked, “have I not already seen them?”

Laughing he pulled her close, “the things you do to me young lady! I have to say I have never felt so....”

She chuckled, “Horny? We’ve got food to eat and horses to ride, if you’re not up to it I suggest a cold shower!” He nodded in acknowledgement, the concern for her, the worry over the evening was having a hefty effect on his libido.

Bec almost ran down the stairs to avoid his retaliation, though he was full of smiles when he joined her downstairs.

After a light lunch, they changed into riding gear, and in a padded waistcoat, jodhpurs that clung to his thighs and pert buttocks like a second skin, and knee high boots, she had to repeatedly physically drag her eyes away from him as she followed him around the back of the coach house to the stables.

A young groom emerged from a stall with a huge black horse, she imagined he was 17 hands plus, a smaller brown mare was already tethered outside the building.

“Sov!” She could hear the emotion in Nat’s voice, before he introduced her. “Bec this is Sovereign, born on my 21st birthday! And now a champion point-to-point horse. Not that I compete on him anymore, but one of the grooms does. Tessa is a good ride, feisty, but responds well to a firm hand, think you can cope?”

Ignoring the groom she reached her arms around his neck and breathed against his lips, “the best rides are the hardest to tame!”

Laughing they both mounted and turned to gallop out of the courtyard.

Rebecca had ridden lots as a child, and it didn't long to get back into the familiarity of it. They rode hard for fifteen minutes, and as predicted Tessa needed a lot of guidance, and Bec was breathless when they slowed up on the brow on a hill.

She glanced at him, “God it’s a long time since I’ve ridden, I’m out of practice.”

He laughed over at her, “she’s a handful too. I was half expecting her to be too much for you and I’d have to sit you up here with me!”

“So you were hoping to play the dashing Prince rescuing me?” She kicked Tessa hard as she pulled her nose to the right and as the horse took off she shouted, “no chance!” over her shoulder.

Over the thunder of the horses’ pounding feet she heard his growl of retaliation and within seconds could feel the stallion and his equally impressive mount breathing on her shoulder. Laughing she spurred Tessa on even more.

Eventually she slowed down and let him catch up with her. The horse was heaving deep breaths, and it’d been a long time since she’d felt so exhilarated. Spotting a stream in the distance she let the horse slow to a walk, then Nat was beside her.

“You ride well!” He couldn't hide the pride in his eyes or voice.

“Like riding a bike it all came flooding back. I used to live on our little pony when I was a kid. Well it wasn’t our pony, but the farm’s but I was the only one small enough to ride it! Then I looked after a friend’s horse a few years ago so I had another bout of riding!”

They jumped off at the stream and sat on the ground, stretching out on the sun dappled grass, watching the two horses graze and drink.

“Are you worried about tonight?” Nate's finger were running erotic patterns over her lycra clad thighs as he broached the subject of this evening.

She nodded, “of course. The last thing I want to do is humiliate you. These are you family and friends..." She looked up at him, "you haven’t told him I’m coming have you?”

Nate shook his head, “my dad is worse when he’s forewarned, he’s going to be awful Bec, we both know that. But I know if he’s on the back foot he’ll make a fool of himself. If we have to meet him, then it’s better this way, you can see that can’t you?”

“It wasn't real until we got here, and no, I don’t think it’ll ever be easy. I wish we could go back to Patrick’s villa.”

He smiled, “that was bliss, but just remember, that we’ll get past this, and there’ll be other trips to other places. But we need to do this.”

They rode back and the anticipation and anxiety was palpable between them.

It was late afternoon when they got back, Nat needed to call up to the house, so she made her way back to the coach house. She was nervous now, dread washing over her in waves, so she stripped out of the sweaty riding gear and got under the huge power shower jets. The harsh pressure of the warm water on her shoulders took her mind off the impending doom ahead of her. With her eyes closed she let the jets hit her face, the powerful sensation temporarily blocking her mind.

She didn’t hear the shower door open, simply felt hands slide around her waist, and a mouth nibble at her neck. She leaned back suddenly as her legs buckled, warmth and heat flooding her body. 

“I cannot get enough of you Ms Taylor!” the voice was husky against her wet skin.

Reaching back she placed a hand either side of his hips then gasped at the feel of the thick wet fabric of his jodhpurs. Spinning in his arms she gasped, “You’re still dressed!”

He shrugged, “the trail of sweaty clothes on the stairs was enough of a turn on, but seeing you here...I couldn’t control myself!”

Her heart was pounding as she started to unbutton his shirt, peeling the sodden cotton aside. Exposing a nipple, she bent her head to bite and lick it. Groaning, he ripped the rest of the shirt off and threw it to the floor, then he lifted her tucking her around his waist.  The roles reversed as he tugged at her nipples with his teeth, she arched backwards, pushing up into his mouth, the jet of water now hitting her breasts, just added to the excitement.

Gripping his face tightly, she pulled him back up to her mouth and kissed him, fury and passion in every cell of their beings as they frantically buried their tongues in each other. His groan was almost animal like, and she could feel him fumbling, then his fingers were there, teasing, and it was her turn to groan, her head writhing from side to side.

As he felt and saw her start to convulse, he thrust into her, long, hard, each stroke sending her further and further over the edge. She clung to him her nails embedded in his shoulders, her teeth dragging at his earlobe, but still he pounded into her. Then in a hail of pleasure, they were done, and he was slumped against the side of the cubicle, still inside her, feeling every recovering spasm of her body. 

Eventually he lifted his head from her neck, “wow!”

She was breathing deeply, trying to regain control of her heart, and mind. “What was that for?” she asked looking at him in wonder. There was something special in that moment, an added dimension, they both knew that things that weren't going to be easy, but this explosive coupling had bound them together in a conspiratorial manner. Together all things were possible.

“This is what you do to me!” he offered as he lifted her free of him. His trousers and boxers were half way down his thighs, and he struggled to lower her to the floor. Laughing she dropped to her knees and eased them down over his calves, he managed to lift each foot and kick the heavy wet clothing off. Sitting back on her knees she smiled to see him growing literally in front of her eyes.

“Again?” she laughed.

He shrugged, “you have no idea...” the words died on his breath as she took him in her mouth, her hands gently massaging his thighs.

When she eventually got back to her feet, he was slumped against the wall, head back. She chuckled as she reached for the shampoo and began to soap her hair. When he finally recovered he took over, pushing away her hands and massaging the soap into her hair and scalp, before positioning her to wash the suds out under the still warm shower. Then he took a sponge and washed her from head to foot, the soapy sponge a gentle caress over every inch of her body.

She was weak kneed and desperate for him by the time he turned the water off. Grabbing some very fluffy towels, he first wrapped one around her hair, then started to dry her again from head to foot. Quickly drying himself, he lifted into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom, then lying her on the bed he found the bottle of moisturiser she’d left on the dressing table and tipped some into his hands. Sitting beside her he rubbed the lotion between his fingers then starting at her stomach rubbed the cream in small circles. He worked his way up to her breasts, her neck, and then her legs, feet, knees, thighs. Her body felt alive, every inch of her skin tingled, as his hands moved they left an aching void before exciting another part of her.

“Nice?” he asked, kneeling between her thighs watching her sigh with contentment. 

Her answer was a roll of the head from side to side. Laughing then he slipped the fingers of the other hand into her, and suddenly she was lifting her hips, groaning, and when he lowered his head to tease her with his lips and tongue she came almost instantly.

Smiling he lay beside her recovering body, and pulled a sheet over them both. “We’ve got two hours until we need to be at the house. Do you need a quick nap?”

She nodded, “I am wrecked!” 

  “The feeling is more than mutual!” As was the special connection that the afternoon's loving had created. Bec at that moment felt she could take on anything.