The Fancy (22 page)

slammed his hard length rapidly in and out –stroking

fast and steady. Sarah grabbed the cheeks of his

rear, tightening her thighs against his hips anchoring

him to her as she cried out from an explosion so

shattering she thought she would die.

Once again, he was there to meet her, grunting

and shouting – shaking his head as her tight tunnel

sucked and drew from him every drop he had to

give.

He final y col apsed on top of her, holding her

head in his hands as they both gasped, sucking in

much needed air to regulate their breathing. She did

not want to let him go, never wanted him to separate

his body from hers – wanting them to stay as one.

He final y chuckled, “I am too heavy, I would move

less I crush you.”

“I don’t care, this is how I wish to die, with you,

crushing the last bit of air from my soul, what do I

care – only that you never let me go.”

Stroking her hairline, Quinton smiled, “Wel

said,” and began kissing her once more, slowly this

time, with leisure; because he’d grown soft, he

moved his lower half off of her, with Sarah closing

her legs and turning more securely into him, against

him, now that their connection was lost. She

wrapped her arms around him, a hand stroking his

back, she asked around his fervent kisses, “Why did

you, marry me?”

She was thinking about the things El en had

said to her. He gave her lips one last kiss, lifting his

head a mere fraction to look into her eyes, “Because

you are everything a man could want and more. And

because, I love you, how can you even ask?

Certainly you must know how much I love you? How

can I not,” He gazed into her eyes with so much love,

“How can I not…” he repeated.

She was speechless, sure that she could love

him, but to hear that he loved her as wel , sent her

into a world of wonder she never wanted to return

from.

He lay above her, smiling, stroking her skin, the

contours of her features, murmuring softly, “I know

your fear Sarah; I know your fear wel . I too, felt such

terror I could not swal ow at times. I had to face it al ,

al alone. You wil never be alone – I wil be there. I

wil stand firm for you, I wil protect you and those that

cannot bear it - we shal show them the door. Even

with the offer, they wil not go – once they get to know

you, as I know you, they wil sing your praises, and

be glad to have you. I know, because I – was once

one of them.” He smiled a smile so beautiful Sarah

knew for that alone; she would do al he had asked of

her, and more.

her, and more.

He final y grew tired, lying beneath the covers,

their arms wrapped tightly, their legs entwined - they

fel asleep.

The winter was harsh, with such temperatures

that it left four dead in its wake, one of them a child.

Quinton and Sarah, thanks to her advanced

preparation, went through it smoothly. When

someone could not get to them, they both went out

facing the howling winds and frigid temperatures

because she would not under any circumstances, no

matter what he said, let him go without her; those

times, were the only times when she became fierce

and unrelenting, refusing his orders – threatening

him with; “You leave me, I wil fol ow and you wil not

know it, if I should die, it wil be because you left me,

when you know that I should be by your side.”

“Sil y woman – you could very wel die – by my

side!” He would blaze, for her to nod, answering, “As

it should be – I wil not be left without you.”

With a heart ful to bursting he would grab her

and kiss her, holding on to demand “What am I do

with you, tel me this? Perhaps lock you away?”

“To get to you, nothing wil hold me, nothing. It is

best you be convinced of that about me, surely by

now, you know.”

Accepting that truth, he did know and so

together, sometimes with Moose coming along,

sometimes not, the two of them went out helping with

food, ointments, medicines and care. One of their

trips out was to father Hannah – again, because of

their combined efforts, his life was saved.

Knowing this, father Hannah felt it was a sign

from the heavens; in a rare moment of conscience

he believed that they had indeed forced Quinton into

marrying Sarah for reasons higher than their own; he

reminded him that the marriage was stil binding, that

no matter what, God would hold him to the vow he

gave. To assure that she was cared for, he went so

far as to write out a copy of their documented

marriage – this would serve as a reminder to the

commitment he must stick with, he handed it to him.

Word of her had gotten around and back to him

several times and because she was instrumental in

saving his life, he felt God was saying something to

him that he must fol ow through on, seeing to it that

the marriage held fast.

He needn’t have bothered; one thing was

certain, they had a bond so strong it was as if God

himself had brought them together and ordained

them as husband and wife. Natural y incorporated

into their routine, every time they went out, they made

it a point to check on the Murrays – and each time,

they were happily greeted; if on that visit they had

Moose along, they were made to stay the night. On

their last visit with them, Quinton gave notice, “I think

you two should start considering who you wil give

the things you plan to leave behind. So many

families are starting with nothing, it is certain they wil

appreciate anything you can offer. It is time for us, to

do the same.” He finished, turning to Sarah, letting

her know, as the weeks grew closer to spring, they

needed to be ready to depart.

“My mother, what of her?” She was a bit

worried because he hadn’t spoken of any plans of

getting her as he’d promised. “I have not forgotten –

believe that there has been little else on my mind. I’m

stil trying to figure out how I wil approach her master

to purchase her.”

“I can tel you now, it won’t happen until my

servants arrive and then there is the matter of what I

shal do with you as I travel there for her.”

“I wil go with you.” Sarah spoke up as if it were

that easy. “No, you wil not – it is the South, I would

not risk it.”

She was about to say more, but snapped her

mouth shut – although, the expression on her face

told him loud and clear, his decision would not be the

last word on it.

The weeks were fleeting as he and Erwin

poured over a map gauging the distance from where

they resided to the plantation in Virginia where they

would retrieve her mother. The closer time moved

them to it, the more stressed Quinton became

concerning what to do with his Sarah. He was afraid

of leaving her behind. They were not used to being

apart, they did everything together, the idea of

leaving her for weeks terrified him, giving him

nightmares of returning to find her gone; it was that,

that made him see, he had no choice, but to take

her.

He and Erwin agreed, the fastest route of going

south was by ship. Both men had experience with

travel by sea; as wel knowledge of the best firm in

which to travel with.

Ramsey Fleets.

They would have to first book passage from

New York to Jamestown and from there they would

travel inland to Clover Grove plantation, to try to buy

Cora, Sarah's mother, off of one Gareth Kuiper.

Watching them discuss it so intently, Sarah felt better

knowing that Quinton would do al that he could to get

her before they left America, possibly, for good.

Final y there was a break in the weather, the snow

was melting, the temperatures increasing, the sun

shining more each day and Moose was no longer

barking like a puppy, but the massive animal that

he'd grown to be, and one day someone was

visiting. Quinton and Sarah were out of bed at the

same time, grabbing their clothes and dressing

quickly, there was some kind of racket going on

outside their dwel ing and then, a banging at their

door.

"Bloody-hel !" Quinton exclaimed, rushing to the

window to peek out, “Upon my soul! They’re here!”

He turned to Sarah with a broad smile, “They’re

here!” he dashed out of their room and down the

here!” he dashed out of their room and down the

stairs to the door, Moose ready to tear it off of its

hinges – whoever stood on the other side was

unfamiliar to him. Quinton stood trying to keep him

back while cracking it open to look outside, he

exploded into a mighty bark of laughter, "By God,

look at you! Wait right there, I've a beast that wil

surely devour you before our first hug!"

Sarah rushed down the stairs, giving Moose

the command of silence and to come by her side;

she ordered him to the wood store and locked him

inside. From there, she quickly made her way to her

dressing room to do a quick tidying up while just

down the hal , Quinton knew that he was free to open

the door, throwing his arms wide, he greeted his

laughing brother.

"Chestnut?! What are you doing here?!" He

asked, his voice loud, his manner transformed now

that he had family present.

"Looking for thee! Mother wud’nah hear of

sending the servants alone, might never see them

again! By God, you look wel – is it true?"

Quinton smiled, his brother wasn't wasting

anytime, but getting right to the crux of the matter,

after al , he swore to never marry. “Should we not first

see to everyone before we get into that?”

“Let them see to themselves, ah – you lettin’

me in?” Evan Leonard Caine asked.

“Of course! Come in, come in.” Quinton

widened the door for him to enter, realizing he had a

yard ful of servants to see to. Immediately upon

backing up, he turned with his arm across his

brother’s back, about to introduce his wife when his

brother saw her coming from her room just a bit

down the hal - cal ing out to her right away, “Be a

good lass, giz’us a bit of tea, we’ve set up a mighty

thirst!” He obviously thought her a servant.

Sarah looked from Evan to her husband,

communicated a silent message with her eyes,
‘not

yet’
and nodded her head and backed into the

kitchen to do just that, realizing she had to get al the

people who were outside, inside and warm. She

took off to do just that before Quinton could get a

word in otherwise.

He sighed, turning to his brother and without

saying a word, led him into his study. “I’m stunned

you’re here, but just as glad – we have a lot of

catching up to do.”

“Aye, we do – first – thee wife – where is she?

Me minds been spinning from imaginin’ what she

must look like to get you to the altar; by God, you

swore never!”

Evan, the younger brother, had similar looks to

Quinton, however he was more blonde in coloring, of

fairer complexion and not quite as good looking, but

what he lacked there, he made up for in charm. Both

were of the same height, Quinton heavier, more

solid, more refined and educated – something Evan

had no time for, nor was there a need, they were

wealthy.

After al , he was not the eldest – neither had he

inherited, his good fortune was that he was the

brother of the Earl of WhistHirst, that was enough so

long as his brother was wil ing to let him remain

within his estates so that he could continue to

sponge off of him; refinery, etiquette and airs, he

need not bother.

“Yes, so I did. Let that be a lesson to you, never

should one say, never.”

“Aye, where is she?”

“If I know her, she is no doubt seeing that the

servants al get in, warmed up, fed.”

“Let thee servant girl see to them; I wish to see

her, she mus’ be a bonny lass t’have won thee.”

“She is bonny indeed. Yet, it is not what the

eyes can see that won me, but what my soul needs. I

am wed, because she is a match for al that I am, al