“You’re a disgrace. Making Bailey do that to you in public, you should be ashamed.”
“At least I’m not a pervert watching people,” I spit back at him.
He fumes at my reply, “Stay away from Bailey, Nate. You are beneath her.”
“You don’t know her, or me, for that matter,” I retort.
“Yes, well, I don’t associate with scum like you, never have and never will.” Taking a step towards me, he gets up into my space. I can feel his breath on my face. “Stay away from her, Nate,” he snarls, as he pokes me in the chest like the pussy that he is. If he truly loved Bailey like I do, he would have decked me. Before I do anything that I will regret, thankfully, Bailey and her father interrupt us.
“William, good to see you, son,” Lord Beckett says, before he glares and ignores me. Her father seems to think that the sun shines out of William Clayton’s ass and that he is the man for Bailey. I, however, beg to differ. Lord Beckett and I have never seen eye to eye. That may have something to do with the first time I met him; he found us in the garden...my head was under Bailey’s dress as she was screaming out my name in ecstasy. He came running when he heard her screaming, thinking she was being attacked; in a way she was, it was just with my tongue. Not one of my finest moments, but there is no better place than between Bailey’s thighs, either with my tongue or my cock. After that fateful afternoon, life here in London became unbearable. Her father went out of his way to torment me...just like William. It seems I now have two adversaries.
Life wasn’t all peachy for me before that incident. Growing up not poor, but not rich, made life difficult at times. Add in the animosity between William and myself and it sure made life interesting. He and I have hated each other for as long as I can remember. It all started when he realised that my mum was a servant in his father’s kitchen. After that discovery, he went out of his way to torment me, and over the years, that hatred had grown. His hatred gained momentum when he found out that I tried to seduce his sister...not that I stood a chance, because Wendy was irrevocably in love with Nancy Kane. After that day, Wendy and I struck up a beautiful friendship. She was all too happy to help me torment her brother, and I was happy to help her spend time with Nancy, away from prying eyes. When Wendy died, things with William escalated drastically.
William will take any chance he gets to throw his status in my face, but I don’t give a flying fig about him and that just pisses him off even more, much to my satisfaction. My nonchalance is the greatest power I have over him, but when I see him trying to worm his way into Bailey’s life, my blood boils.
My thoughts are interrupted when my angel speaks up. Just hearing her voice calms me, instantly. Looking directly at me, she sweetly and innocently says, “Nate, it’s so good to see you again.” She steps into my space and places a gentle kiss on my cheek, before whispering so only I can hear, “I’m wet for you right now. Tonight, our spot.” Pulling back, she winks at me before turning to her father. “Let’s go, Daddy, Grandmother will be expecting us home soon.”
Turning back to face William and me, she sweetly says, “Nate, William,” before doing a little curtsey and linking arms with her father again.
Lord Beckett says, “Gentlemen,” as he and Bailey walk away from us.
My eyes follow her down the street until she is out of sight. I stand there with a huge grin on my face and a semi-hard cock. I’m snapped back to reality when William shoves me in the chest. “Do her a favour and walk away before you tarnish her name and reputation, Winters. Thankfully, my sister walked away before you could bring her down, but her dismissing you still wasn’t enough...”
At the mention of Wendy, I seethe. “Fuck off, Clayton. Don’t bring Wendy into this. This is between you and me, and you and me only.”
Before I do anything stupid, I turn and walk away from him. He reaches out, grabs my arm, spins me around, and sucker punches me in the nose, snapping my head back. “Stay the fuck away from her, Nathaniel,” he hisses at me. Stepping around me, he stalks off, leaving me standing there in shock with blood pouring out of my nose.
Watching him walk away, I realise that I would do anything and everything for Bailey. I have no doubt at all that I love her and will spend the rest of my life with her; her father and William be damned. I can honestly say that never have I felt a connection to anyone like this before. As corny as it sounds, she’s it for me and I’m manly enough to admit it.
4
Nate
A few hours later, I’m waiting for Bailey at our spot; the abandoned barn over on Hammersmith Lane. We have turned it into something special, just for us. Hay bales stacked up make a private room for us. On the ground is a blanket with pillows and a sheet for comfort, and scattered around the edge are glass Mason jars with candles; they emit light in an extremely romantic way. It’s not much, but it’s perfect for Bailey and me, and it’s ours.
I’ve just lit the last candle, when my skin prickles; I feel her presence before I see her. Spinning around, my mouth drops open. When my eyes land on her, there are no words to explain how stunning she looks in this moment. The moon is beaming behind her, illuminating her beauty. I find myself grinning as she skips towards me. When she sees my face, she stops and gasps. “Oh, my God, Nate, what happened?” With a shaking hand, she reaches up and cups my cheek. Ever so gently, she rubs her finger on my bruising face and swollen nose. Leaning forward, she gently kisses my cheek and nose, leaving my skin tingling when she pulls back.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” I tell her.
“It’s not nothing, Nate. Was it William?” she asks, as she holds my bruised cheek. I nod my head and grimace. “Why does he hate you so much?”
“Wendy,” I sadly say.
“His sister, Wendy? Why?”
“He hated the friendship that Wendy and I had.” Smiling, I think of Wendy and all the fun times we had together; we really had an amazing friendship. “He blames me for her death.”
“But she died of septicaemia. How is that your fault?”
“Wendy and I were walking through the woods, she’d spent the afternoon with Nancy. I had never seen her so happy. She fell and grazed her leg, but she didn’t tell anyone, as she didn’t want to cause a fuss or get Nancy and me in trouble. Her leg got infected and she died from the infection.”
“Nate, that wasn’t your fault. It was an accident.”
“You and I know that, but William blames me for harbouring her secret with Nancy and encouraging it. Maybe if I hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been sneaking back and wouldn’t have hurt herself.”
“Nate, it wasn’t your fault. Look at me.”
Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. “You are not to blame for Wendy’s death, it was a tragic accident. You doing that for her only makes me love you all the more. You always think of everyone else. William is just jealous of your good heart.”
“I doubt that but thank you, Bailey. Enough about William Clayton.” My eyes roam over her body, my heart rate increases, and my cheeks flush. “My God, Bailey, you look beautiful tonight,” I say, as I lean forward and gently place my lips against hers for a sweet and innocent hello kiss. As usual with Bailey and me, it doesn’t remain innocent for too long. My angel wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. Her breasts are plastered to my chest as she deepens our kiss. Breaking our kiss, she drops to her knees and lowers my pants. Her eyes are locked on mine as she takes my semi-hard cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips slide over my tip, with her tongue she licks down my shaft and begins to stroke. She licks back up towards the tip. My dick is now harder than steel and I cannot wait to sink myself balls deep inside her. Her head bobs up and down my length; I run my fingers through her hair and close my eyes. When she begins to massage my balls, I moan, and without warning, I explode in her mouth. She sucks every last drop from me. Pulling back, she wipes the side of her mouth with her thumb, before she lies back on our blanket.