The Rightful Lord (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 3), Sahara Kelly [english novels for students .TXT] 📗

“Let’s see then,” panted Jeremy.

Trick stood, his son now cradled in his arms as Royce took care of Jane.

“Here he is.” He swallowed, tears falling unheeded over his cheeks. “Here’s my son.” He dragged his gaze away from the tiny face for a moment. “Meet Clifford Wolfbridge Jones.”

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Journal of Gwyneth, Lady of Wolfbridge - November 1818

So much has happened since I last wrote that it will be difficult to remember all of it as precisely and in as much detail as I should.

So let me write down the events chronologically. Perhaps then my memories will accurately reflect the events of the past days.

We had our Hallowmas bonfire and my goodness what a wonderful blaze it was. The weather favoured us, being brisk and wintery, but not too cold that being outside was unpleasant. To the contrary, the warmth of the fire was equalled by the warmth of the tenants, who celebrated with gusto.

The notion of a school seemed to surprise everyone, and I’m not sure they fully understand yet the advantages of educating their children. But they will—I am determined. Work should be starting shortly on the renovations, and many of the men who have finished their harvest and are ready to take on something over the winter months have expressed enthusiasm.

So we’ll have quite a few helping hands as we decide what needs to be done.

One of us must oversee the project, and I’m thinking that Harry might be the man to take on the role. He has a way with people, and if it does not interfere too much with his duties here at the Manor, I believe he would be an excellent choice. I will be speaking with Royce about this within a few days.

Which neatly brings me to another momentous event. 

At last, Harry joined me in bed.

I’m not sure how to describe the night; I confess to some apprehension prior to our lovemaking, since he’s not had long to understand the way matters are at Wolfbridge. But if there’s one thing you can say about him, it is that he is very observant. And I think he likes being here.

So I wasn’t surprised when it became clear that my other gentlemen were engaging themselves for the evening, and Royce asked Harry to see I was safely tucked up. 

It was time, certainly. Being tended to by these men is an essential part of who we are at Wolfbridge.

It has taught me that loving someone, several someones, is entirely possible and can happen without pain or anguish. I have learned that the act itself can be the most wonderful thing, bringing joy, moments of exquisite madness and then a loving contentment that I never imagined existed.

Harry, however, added a new dimension. He took, letting me know how much he was pleasured by me, instead of the other way around. It was a surprise to feel his hand spanking me, but those unexpected slaps aroused me in a way that was quite new. Everything seemed to grow warmer and even more sensitive, and when he entered me I felt it in new places.

We made love three times that night. And each time I found my release strengthening, deepening and rising more rapidly. A thoughtful lover, Harry spared the time to learn my body most thoroughly, and I cannot but admire the talents he displayed with his tongue and his mouth. We were both exhausted, of course. It had been a long and busy day, and followed by such an energetic night, I was barely able to keep my eyes open long enough to mumble something into the pillow.

He was still there, sleeping soundly, when the knock on the door woke us both with quite a start.

And this is the most exciting thing of all—Jane was about to give birth. They had sent their maid to Mrs B’s, but Jane’s pains were coming faster, and both she and Trick were nervous about being alone in that huge house.

So what did Trick do? He drove her here to Wolfbridge. And I’m so thankful he did. 

The household sprang into action, and Royce commanded everyone with his usual calm aplomb. By the time Harry and I reached the parlour, Jane was on the couch, clearly in pain. I have not had a child, and after seeing what Jane went through, I am not sure I ever want one.

But with everyone’s help—especially Royce’s—Jane was successfully delivered of a lovely healthy boy.

To stand there, in the room with Trick, Jane, Mrs B, Gabriel and Royce, and then hear that lusty cry…it was at that point that I felt as if I had touched a miracle. A new life came into being before my very eyes. Where there were five, there were now six. It took my breath away and I’ll admit to some tears. Gabriel was unashamedly weeping as Royce showed us the babe and Trick’s face? I cannot describe it. A blend of pride and joy and relief, mixed with a bit of terror, I think, to judge by the tentative and nervous way he accepted his son from Royce.

So it has indeed been a time of laughter, joy and miracles.

And pleasure. Extraordinary, unexpected pleasure.

For which I have Harry to thank.

So now I go forward once again, with the new knowledge that I now have four gentlemen available to please me as I wish. An elevating thought, without doubt.

Even with this surfeit of sensual delights, I cannot help wondering now and again. Wondering about Royce…

Does he still have those jade spheres?

Chapter Twelve

“I wonder how the new family is doing,” mused Gwyneth a few days later.

“I’m sure they’re very happy with the Barnsleys, my Lady.” Royce threw her a quick glance. “I expect Jane is being well