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Big load to carry
Loser Takes All
'Tha fuck was that?’ Sadie wonders frankly. I stare at her in disbelief as well. Lucas must really want this! We’ve done everything from hit him; smack him with the sticks, land on his foot, bump into him, knee his gonads and even haul him around, but the damned nincompoop was like a grasshopper, jumping and hopping all over the place! Whispering what he was going to do to her into my ear every other second until I lost all sense and pounced on him, stripping him of his shorts like I was a bear clawing at prey, Emery, Hilliard and Koen joining me in solidarity as the ref blew away at his whistle for a great minute before the rest of the team rushed in to unclench Lucas’ throat from my hands. Still by the time I was getting the red flashed at me with my lacrosse net covering his head, he was winning!
‘Are you okay??’ Liesel probes rushing to me as though I’m the one who had been pounced on by a duke and three barons and lived to tell the tale. Am I okay? I just lost Sadie to Lucas Roland! What part of okay is that?? ‘You are nothing but trouble! If I find out you have something to do with this!!!’ Liesel shrieks at Sadie who simply ignores her and stands up from the forms, walking past me to Lucas who is being surrounded by Carlen who is visibly shaken by the fete, Veronica, Isabel and a few of the newer members of the ton.
I grunt watching Sadie reach for Carlen’s shoulder supportively, Carlen turning around to her and seeking a teary hug. ‘Does she have something to do with this?’ Liesel probes curtly, wiping my face with her handkerchief tenderly ‘who?’ I wonder teasingly ‘Herve McClure this is no laughing matter. It’s mental illness! I demand that you get her on the bus out of here tonight!’ Liesel declares haughtily. I look into her hazel eyes and smile ‘Liesel I have everything under control.’ I promise her lightly like I believe myself. I turn back to Sadie who is studying Lucas for wounds like she was a doctor of some sort. He says something to her and she smiles and says something back then swipes his blond locks back from his face tenderly...
The door opens, Sadie’s eyes widening in shock as she gasps. I smile and look her up and down, the egg yellow evening gown delicious and backless judging from its halter strap. She might as well be spring chicken going for a dance with Lucas Roland dressed like that! ‘We have to confer.’ I announce stepping into the room and shutting the door behind me. She walks out to the French doors, estranging herself from me. I grunt and run my hands through my hair ‘I was protecting your honour.’ I promise her ‘when was this? When you were lying about being the best lacrosse player or when you were seated there watching me challenge Lucas because I was stupid enough to believe you?’ she calmly investigates
‘he wants to enrapture you like he did Veronica.’ I divulge ‘I can take care of myself thanks.’ She tersely re-joins ‘Sadie I did it for you.’ I grunt ‘then maybe we shouldn’t do each other any favour.’ She says as I walk to her ‘stop that!’ she hisses at me, trying to unlock the French doors ‘Herve! Stop that!’ she demands more crossly as though the words were going to break into the entrancement of how she looked and what we both yearned.
‘You desire me as much as I you.’ I whisper pinning her to the glass door ‘I don’t crave liars Herve! Stop this right now!’ she hisses breathlessly, her chest heaving up and down dramatically at my proximity. I smile and grab her by the waist, the smooth heat of her skin reaching into the very pores of my soul ‘you yearn for me.’ I gruffly whisper leading her to the more stable wall. ‘Let go of me.’ she says trying to reach my hands behind her, the action lifting her against my body so beguilingly I groan and pin her against the wall more strongly than necessary, a gasp being duly elicited on her behalf, her breath now fuddled
‘Do you enjoy this constant ailing Sadie? Does it entrance you as much as my yearning keeps me vigil?’ I wonder tilting her chin up ‘or is it my suffering that enthrals you? Do you delight in knowing I’m across the hall wishing I was in the confines of your splendid sculpt?’ I prod, my hands sliding from the back and into her dress, her head tilting back and her eyes shutting in capitulation. I grunt as the smooth velvet of her skin swells sharply to declare the soft tissue I was caressing was her breast and not just skin. She moans jaggedly as I grunt in pain and squalid swelling in my tuxedo.
My mouth demands the globe of hers in starvation so evident I am weak and shaken as well as strong and emboldened by the very feel of the mount. She lifts her hands to the sides as though she was a thief who’d been caught and was yielding of no other choice, her mouth opening for me, her waist moving against my swollen gonads as if it was begging for me to sheathe her with my phallus, which wasn’t far from where I was now! ‘SADIE?? ARE YOU READY?’ Carlen’s voice asks through the door, knocking on it inquisitively. She’ll go away! She should! Fade away Carlen! Vanish! ‘SADIE? ARE YOU SLEEPING AGAIN? STOP DREAMING OF HERVE! HE’S A BEAST!’ she lightly announces.
I withdraw my mouth and smile at the discomfited dame in my arms. She reaches for my hand, trying to pry it from under her dress, which I have decided she isn’t wearing to the formal. ‘I’m awake!’ Sadie grunts trying to remove my hand with more determination ‘great. Get dressed. I’m sure Lucas is wondering where you are.’ Carlen says ‘you’re not wearing that!’ I announce in an unassailable whisper ‘you can’t tell me what to wear!’ she hisses at me ‘fine.’ I announce tugging at the dress until a side rips loudly. She angrily slaps me ‘ARE YOU OKAY?’ Carlen wonders from the upheaval
