GOOD DAYS! and chapter 3 of a free romance novel

I met someone special today. Really special. I like her. She is funny, sarcastic, and beautiful. It was a good day, meeting someone new that you have an immediate crush on makes everything else better. :)
Writing continues.
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LOTS OF LOVE

Jess awoke to a tingling in her breasts and between her legs. She was acutely aware of her lost virginity and though she wasn’t angry that she had lost her innocence, she saw no need for a repeat performance, not when his touches had such a devastating effect.  Jess knew that if they made love again, she would surely lose her heart to him, and that was not acceptable when he didn’t return her love.

          So when she awoke and found Wesley’s hand cupping her breast and his long masculine form cupping her body she quickly removed herself. She pushed away from him and snuck out of the room, luckily no one was in the corridor and she ran, still naked into her room. Thank god she breathed, even if the servants would think that they had consummated the marriage, she didn’t need them to see her in the indecent state and start talk.

          Once there Jess checked to make sure that Lilia wasn’t, and realizing that she was alone, she set about dressing. She did her own hair easily, not needing any assistance and with a shudder she realized she would probably be with her husband all day.

          Wesley, Christ! He was too much, too demanding, too possessive, too masculine. Too perfect, Jess banished that thought as it came, he wasn’t perfect, and Jess didn’t like his domineering personality.

          Completely dressed and presentable, Jess resigned herself to go down to breakfast. She was proud as she walked that she knew where she was going. She dined alone, Wesley not appearing. She ate quickly, every time the door opened Jess jumped. Never the less and in spite of her nervousness, footmen were quickly warming to their new mistress.

          Kendal walked into the room, “Good Morning, your grace.”

          “Good Morning Kendal.”

          “How are you finding Atworth manor?”

          “Fine Kendal, it is very much to my standards, but I wish for a change of scenery.”

          Kendal looked aghast, “Your grace, a change of scenery?”

          “Yes Kendal, I am going out into Brighton.” Jess held her head high.

          “I am sure that we can arrange for an escort for you if you do not wish to wait for the Duke.”

          Jess stood, “No thank you, Kendal, I am finished with breakfast, and I am going to take my leave.” Jess was gleeful, the idea had happened upon her so suddenly, but she couldn’t spend the whole day in with Wesley, her far too seductive husband. No, she was going to reclaim her independence and if Wesley didn’t like it, well that would be fine.

          Jess stood and strode out of the hall, leaving Kendal spluttering behind her. Jess knew that Kendal would probably tell Wesley, but Jess was not going to bend to anyone, especially not her husband.

          She heard the sound of footsteps behind her and took off at a dead run, no one was going to pull her back, not when she was fighting so hard for freedom.         

          Wesley was awakened by a harsh knock; he flailed for a moment grasping at the empty sheets. “What?” Kendal peeked out of the jamb and looked in. “What do you need Kendal?”

          “Your grace, I am so sorry you know I would never do this, it is so very highly irregular.”

          Wesley was falling back to sleep, he was used to sleeping late into the morning but staying up late into the night, “Speak.”

          “It concerns the Duchess of York, your wife.”

          Wesley was alert, his body immediately awake, “What is wrong with Jessica?”

          “She just left. We don’t know where she is.”

          Wesley was already out of bed, his clothes were thrown around the room as he stumbled into them, uncaring that Kendal saw him unclothed, “Damn it, why didn’t anyone stop her?”

          “We tried, and I tried to send a footman with her and she started running and evaded him into—“

          “Into what Kendal?” Wesley demanded.

          “ She went into the dock yards, your Grace.” Kendal cried.

          An inhuman rage descended upon Wesley, his hands tightened to fists and he flew into action.

          Jess was feeling glorious, the sea was lapping against the docks rhythmically, and she smiled against the early afternoon sun. The docks were alive, ships being loaded and unloaded, travel-weary sailors disembarking from the battle-torn wood.

          Jess felt jealous, these men were able to do as they please, able to go across the sea any moment they wished, Jess on the other hand had to run flat out to evade her companions, she had lost them, and waited until they had turned back to give news of her escape.

          Jess’s mind cleared and she closed her eyes feeling the sun soak into her skin, she knew that she would have to go back under cover soon, she couldn’t get too dark, otherwise she would be even farther from the perfect English rose.

          “Ms. Wilmore! What a delight to see you this lovely afternoon.”

          Jess turned to see Sir Ian Cuthbridge standing bemusedly behind her, “Oh hello Sir Cuthbridge! I am very sorry to inform you that I am no longer Ms. Wilmore, I am now Mrs. Wesley Ketterick.”

          Ian’s eyes went wide, “Really? You were married to the duke of York? Well, well yes that is too bad your grace.” Jess smiled softly at him, Ian seemed to really mean that it was too bad that she was married.

          While she looked at Ian Cuthbridge, Wesley’s voice rang in the back of her head. Why the hell were you dancing with Ian Cuthbridge? Jess smirked to herself, Wesley didn’t know anything, and the man in front of her wouldn’t hurt anyone.

          Bringing her out of her reverie, Ian politely asked, “What brings you to the docks on this fine day?”

          “It was feeling a little stuffy; I came for a bit of sea breeze. And you Sir, how have your travels brought you here?”

           Ian smiled, “I have made my money in trade, I travel all around the world seeking priceless artifacts, I am in Brighton because I heard a new piece could be found here.”

          “And have you found anything to your liking?”

          “I believe so, yes.” Jess turned her head and realized that he was looking intently at her and felt a bristle on indignation, but relaxed, a bit of harmless flirting would not harm anyone, she was a married woman after all.

          “I am sorry to leave you, Madam. Maybe I will come calling. I have some business to attend to.”

          Jess nodded, eyes sparkling, “Do come! Good luck in finding your piece.” Ian nodded his goodbye and set off, his limbs were long and rangy but he had strength and Jess thought that he had probably worked aboard some of the ships. Jess wondered at how he ascertained the honor of being Sir instead of Mr. Jess figured he must have donated a large sum to the Crown, but not enough to truly become part of the gentry. Jess shook her head, realizing that she was wasting her time of precious freedom.  

          Jess closed her eyes as she stood facing the harbor, her face soaking up some of the sun’s warmth before the heat grew intolerable, she breathed calmly enjoying the day.

          “Are you mentally deficient?” Wesley’s voice resonated from behind her, the timbre betraying a fierce undercurrent of anger. Jess turned back to him, gazing calmly at her seething husband. Wesley had his hands clenched tightly at his sides and his voice shook with increased fury, his eyes flashing furiously. “Come now, we are going back at this instant.”  Wesley looked wretched, his hair was a mess and Jess resisted the urge to smooth it down. He was unshaven and didn’t smell like he had bathed recently.

          Jess felt her blood rise in anger and indignation; he did not have the right to dictate to her! “You may go, I do not need an escort, I wanted to see the sea.”

          “Jessica, I swear to all that is holy if you don’t come back with me right now—

          Jess turned her back to him, “Go back, I will be there in a few hours. You are not in charge of me, I make my own decisions.”

          “As your husband, I make your decisions for you. And you are leaving now. Do not think of talking back.”

          “Your grace,” Jess said disdainfully, “Go back, I am staying, as far as I am concerned I might not ever come back.” Jess spoke with heedless grandeur; she could see that Wesley was angry, very angry.

          “Last chance, do not defy me, you will regret it. We are going back now, come along Jessica.” Wesley’s voice was icy now.

          “I am staying. You may leave. In fact you may go to hell.” She turned around to gauge his reaction, just in time to see Wesley lunge for her, his hands grabbing her and throwing her bodily over his shoulder, her face down by his back with her derrière high in the air by his neck. His hands came like vices keeping her in place.

          Jess screamed in anger and humiliation; her fists flying and legs kicking she beat against his back. Landing one blow solidly in his stomach with her foot, Wesley let out a low grunt. His hand came down upon her rump in a decisive slap. Jess cried out in indignation rather than pain and continued struggling. The next slap was more stinging, and the blows continued until Jess finally quieted.

Jess was crying, sobbing, calling Wesley horrible names. Names she had learned second hand from Drake, which she didn’t really know what meant. Her entire backside burned and she knew tomorrow she would have bruises. Wesley wound his way back through the seedy parts of Brighton back to the fashionable parts.

          Wesley set Jessica back down, “I am giving you the opportunity to walk back into the house. Try to run or disrupt anything, I will not hesitate to pick you back up and once we are in the privacy of our own home, you will find the enormity of my displeasure.”

          Jess stopped crying and lifted her head and looked Wesley right in the eye and spat in his face. Jess smiled viciously, so furious to care about his threats. He had been barbaric, and he deserved what he got. Wesley uttered a low oath and his eyes flashed dangerously. Wesley threw her back over his shoulder and walked into the house.

          Immediately Kendal ran in to greet them, “Thank heavens, you found her.”

          “Yes I found her, she has had a fit of vapors and will require a day alone to recover, thank you.”

          Jess screeched her anger, and Wesley walked swiftly to his study.

He threw her down on the ornate carpet and locked the door. Jess was struggling to right herself when Wesley reached her again. His eyes were menacing and he looked like he was out of his mind. Jess was certain he had taken leave of his senses. 

          Wesley grabbed her arm and flung her over his knee and pulled her skirts from over her buttocks. Jess screamed at the newest indignity. “Jessica? Are you still angry with me?”

          “Yes, you monster.”

          “Good.” Jess tensed waiting, his hand slapped over her lace panties that were useless against the hardness of his hand. She screamed.

          Wesley continued, Jess feeling her skin heat and pink from the punishment. Her buttocks became sore but Jess drew strength from this. The blows became angry and ruthless, Jess was now sure that she would bruise and she felt her body swell. Jess no longer thought of this man as her husband, just her torturer. She cried out no longer when his hand slapped down onto her.

          Wesley finished and he pushed her off him. Jess fell into a disheveled heap at his feet, her body was sore and she winced. “Are you sore, darling?” Wesley spoke with false concern.

          “No, I am quite numb. Your grace, I have completely forgotten about you already.”

          Jess turned away from him and began to move to the door.  She heard a loud oath and felt a hand wrap around her waist and pull her around and flush against Wesley’s body. “Are you, darling, are you so numb?” Jess could feel every ridge and ever sinew of his body, including his swollen member.

Wesley’s mouth touched hers lightly but tenderly and her mouth opened slightly, breathing him in. His hand stole up from her waist and began loosening the strings on her dress.

Jess pulled back and spluttered, “Certainly not. We are not! You are no longer my husband.”

          Wesley’s answering smile held no warmth, “but we are married, it has already been consummated; and as your husband I am asserting my rights. Where ever, whenever.”

          Jess’s mouth fell open; he could not really be serious. “You must be jesting, that’s barbaric.”

          “Then I am a barbarian.” Wesley turned her around worked the strings until the dress fell away from her shoulders; he untied the strings that held the petticoats and chemise and plantlets. Jess heard his gasp when he saw her buttocks. Jess thought viciously; good, he should know how he has abused me.

          Jess stood naked before Wesley, his eyes making long sweeps down her body, was arousing in itself. Despite her anger, Jess felt the white-hot flames erupt in her lower abdomen.

          “I hate you.” Jess spat at Wesley.

          Wesley grinned and ran one finger down from her nape to one bud that topped a rounded breast, under his touch it turned pebbled and tight. “I don’t think so, sweeting.” Wesley pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “I think you are just as hot for me as I am for you.”

          Wesley guided her hand down to the front of his breeches where under the thin fabric she felt the hardened evidence of his arousal.  Jess fought her desire to feel his flesh parting hers. “I will never want you. I do not desire your pathetic advances.”

          Wesley shrugged his shoulders and pushed her hand away from his erection, “Fine.” He unbuttoned his trousers and released his magnificent length. His cock stood tall and mighty and Jess again fought her growing desire. “Lay down.”

          Jess gasped, “You don’t mean to have me here.”

          “I do. Whenever, wherever.”

          Jess lay down on the floor wincing as she touched the unrelenting wood. Wesley spread her legs and without seeing if she was ready for him, or not, thrust deep into her.

          Their second coupling was unlike their first. Jess was so consumed with anger that she acted like she was receiving no pleasure. Jess fell every inch though, her body swelling and moistening, but she staved off her pleasure. Wesley was rougher, and Jess laid there, not participating. When Wesley’s climax came and Jess felt the hot gush of his seed, Jess murmured, “Are you quite done then?”

          “Yes, you have served your purpose well. It is your job as my wife to be there for that purpose. If I find out you have ever left again without my permission, you would live to regret your actions.”

          Jess nodded stiffly. She stood picked up her clothes and donned them, when she finished, she asked, “I would like to take a bath, would that be acceptable?” Wesley nodded and unlocked the door. Jess stormed out of his study and heard the doors slam shut behind her. Jess made her way to her rooms and shut the door crying. 

          Damn her. Damn her straight to hell. Wesley thought as he strode around his study cleaning up after their encounter. She was entirely unsuitable to be his wife, entirely too willful. Wesley had always imagined marrying a woman of good background and amiable personality for with whom he could sire an heir.

          Wesley would not have chosen someone like Jessica, she was stubborn and entirely too full of life. How could she last night, be a wonderful passionate lover and today be nothing. Wesley supposed that he had probably not helped. Turning Jessica across his knee had been a bad idea; she had come out enraged and even more eager to snipe at him.

          Wesley gagged at the memory of her delicate posterior; he had raised welts and bruises. Wesley felt like a monster, all of his thoughts of protection and safety had fled and he felt truly remorseful. But the damn woman had not only left but had gone to the docks.

          She could not have worse luck if she tried; Brighton’s docks were some of the roughest in England, bringing ruthless men in from weeks of food and sleep deprivation; most not having had a woman in as long. Jessica would have been ripe for the picking. The men that frequent the docks were murderers and thieves, Wesley remembered that after Kendal had given him the news; Wesley had run full speed through the city to find her. He was losing hope, the longer she had been there the closer she had come to death. But there she had been standing easily on the dock watching the commotion; she was so naïve to not see the vast danger around her.

          Wesley felt disgusted with himself, not only had he hurt her in his discipline, but when she chaffed at his pride, he had forced himself onto her; and while he was well within his rights, Wesley saw the encounter as little more than rape.

          Jessica would never forgive him, Wesley supposed, Damn. Wesley picked up his jacket and strode out the doors of the study, grunting roughly to Kendal, “I will return later.” Wesley took a horse out of his manor consumed with anger, at himself, at her, at everyone.