Guy

 

Carl looked almost relieved when I asked if Leilani could come home with me.

I explained what I had planned, and her parents agreed. I don’t know if her brothers were as excited, but I needed to do this. I can admit that when Kelsey came in the room, interrupting dad and I with those two words  “It’s Leilani”   I felt sick. Nothing else in that moment mattered. Nothing.

Kelsey has  been a nightmare, on my case continually since Leilani came round.  Apparently, I am a closed book when it comes to my emotions, my feelings. She says I don’t know how to express myself.

“You have to do something big Guy, you have to show her the real you. The one I love.”

The girl loves a gesture. She reads one too many romance novels.

I didn’t answer her, but I thought long and hard about what to do. When I had my brainwave, it seemed so obvious. This whole situation has made me stand back and look at everything from another angle.

Willie has been good. He came to the hospital a couple of times and even had a conversation with Leilani. Rayne said Trent had him over at his house for dinner  with Esther, trying to build bridges. Willie never allowed us to mourn mum. He got straight back on the horse and he expected us to as well. Having him come to the hospital, to check on me and to see how Leilani was is the most human he has ever been. I suspect he was taken back in time to when he was here with mum. As much as he wanted me to follow in his footsteps, I guess those aren’t the shoes he wanted me to fill.

Oh and Martin has been arrested. I asked Rayne what happened, and she shrugged. Connor ignored me and when Aaron came by the hospital he had his hand in a support. Apparently, he was sparring with Connor and they got “carried away” Whatever happened I am grateful.

My girl is now ready to go.

Because she’s been in a hospital bed for a while, I figured the Nissan wasn’t a good option. I got Connor to hook me up with a GLE.

I have taken a period of leave from work – they are more than capable of dealing with whatever comes up. If not there’s always Trent.

I help her to the car park, she’s understandably frail but as determined as ever.

“New Car? Better than the penis extension”

“Ha! Ha! Way too funny Barros.  We need to get your things”

Leilani leans back into the seat. God she’s stunning.

She’s in a grey tracksuit, hair tied back loosely with strands framing her face, no make-up and no earrings, her smile is the only accessory she needs.  Her face lights up as we pull out of the hospital car park.

“I have never been so happy to see traffic!  Can we not go straight to yours? We can pick my things up tomorrow”

Keeping my eyes on the road is so hard with her sitting there. I don’t know how we got here, but I know I am not about to let her go.

“No can do, we’re not staying at my apartment. We’re going away for a few days and we need get on the way soon”

“Where are we going?” She’s like a kid at Christmas, all excited.

“Home, we’re going home” I lean over and kiss her. I only want to give her a small kiss, a quick rub of my lips against hers, but this is Leilani. She moves her mouth against mine, I have a word with my tongue

‘Don’t go in there!’ ‘Why you little shit’

He goes in, of course he does. He slips between her soft lips, the moment hers finds him is electric. She groans, I groan. How easy would it be to pull her over and have her straddle me?  To have her thighs locked around mine.

I pull away and rest my forehead on hers.

“I missed you” I say. Genuinely and mean it more than I ever have.

“You’ve got me” she says on a smile “No need to miss me anymore”

It doesn’t matter what happens next. I know it’s the two of us. Whatever comes our way.

By the time we got here it’s was after 4pm. Here is Newmarket.

I have deliberately driven along the side the race course, it is the longest way around, but the sun is low, and it looks phenomenal.

We head down Bury Road and I am back to being a child again. Mum used sing Wild Horses as we got nearer. That was the name of the stud farm. I find it in my library and press play.

Leilani is basking in the afternoon sun with a smile on her face.

“Our farm was called Wild Horses.  We used to sing it on the way here every time. I remember being about 5 and knowing every word to this.”

She doesn’t open her eyes, she just stretches her hand over to my leg – the gentle sign of affection warms me as much as the sun. I hang a right and start down the gravel drive. Gareth and his wife are responsible for taking care of the farm house. They spend most weekends here. There is a caretaker and a housekeeper, but I asked them to take leave this week. I want Leilani to myself.

“WOW! When you said farmhouse, I expected a run-down stone building. Not this!”

This is the jewel in my crown.

I did play it down a little. It’s a detached 6-bedroom Victorian house. Set in the grounds of a stud farm. Although we don’t own the farm anymore we still own the house.

Another 3 houses have been built on the land, but none as large as the main house.

I press the code into the keylock and open the double doors, my own breath is taken away. I had forgotten how many memories we had made here, each and every one flooding back to me.

 

The hallway always was my favourite place, we used to play hide and seek for hours in this space alone. There are 5 doors of the hallway. The first door on the right, was grandads writing room. Not an office but where he used to draft the plans for each thoroughbred, the training plans, the breaking in, the diet sheets. The riders timetables. He wrote everything by hand. He told me it helped the information sink in, helped him formalise actions plans by thinking it through as he wrote. Grandma was specifically recruited by grandads family to work at their stud. Grandma was a volunteer on an equestrian farm, they ran mountain trips and on of grandads riders went out there to recover from injury. He saw grandma at work and got word back to Suffolk that they should invite her over. She came back with him and started work. Mum said she was like a horse whisperer. She revolutionised the way we worked by getting rid of imprinting, she was an advocate for foal being nurtured by their dams, she was hands on but didn’t take over. By the end of their first year, most foals sought grandmas touch and voice. She learned to train and became one of the best female trainers in the world. Mum trained as a child and loved it but after she lost her first pony to a rare virus she vowed to become a vet and do all she could so no other child would feel that pain. After losing mum, I made a silent vow to protect myself from ever feeling that level of pain again. I spent years honing my skills. Was doing so well until Leilani seeped under my skin. I turn my attention back to her.

She’s standing by the patio doors, the late afternoon sun bursting into the room.

“This place is beautiful. The view is just endless”

Her nose is practically pressed against the glass as she speaks. The light from the sun is highlighting her frame.  Her dark grey tracksuit bottoms fit like leggings, they hug arse so well, I want to take a bite. She’s taken off her jumper and her navy vest is invisible under her hair. Considering she came out of a coma a few days ago, she’s flawless.

“How did you ever manage to leave here? My god it’s like a bit of heaven”

I walk towards her, it’s more like being pulled by a magnetic force, even if I wanted to go in a different direction, I cannot seem to be in the same room as her without touching her, holding her.

“It was hard.” I point to the fields beyond the paddock. “Over there, that’s where we used to help grandad with the riders. He’d set up trials with the trainers in the morning and we would take it in turns to record times.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off the view but backs gently into me. My instant reaction is to keep her close. I put one arm around her waist and hold her tight against me.

“Will you take me out there and show me? I want to see it all, it’s like a magical world. OH MY GOD! I can see some horses!”

Men don’t giggle, we are supposed to chuckle. But I giggle. She’s so damn cute.

I can see over the boundary, two trainers walking some horses back to the stud. We agreed to still allow them to use part of our field for exercise, for no reason other than Grandad always said this land was made for raising the world’s greatest thoroughbreds, and we have had a few come through here. It would be a sad day when horses were never on our land.

“Yes, that’s kind of a given, I mean we are next door to a stud!” She throws her elbow back, I guess she was aiming for my ribs but comes perilously close to my dick.

Gripping her elbow, I run my chin behind her ear, my lips grazing her skin. “Be careful where you swing that thing” I squeeze her elbow “You could do some serious damage”

Without missing a heartbeat, her free hand reaches behind her and she strokes me through my jeans. “Do you need me to check he’s ok”

I breath her in, I know I should say something, but there is no way my dicks going to allow me to speak, instead he does the talking by growing into her touch.

She leans her head closer to me, my lips, like my dick start doing their own thing, I gently suck on her neck just below her ear. Her body responds. Her head rests on my chest, giving me all and more of her neck. I let go of her elbow and I need to feel more of her. Her tank top is doing nothing to keep her from me. Without easing from her neck, I palm her in my hand. I want to bury my head in her chest every time I see her. She reaches for my other hand and slides me into her bottoms, she holds my hand against her, she pushes one of my fingers into her and guides me, keeping me where she wants me.

“Leilani, we need to take this slowly, you’ve been in a coma and should be relaxing...”

Her mouth smothers mine, keeping me quiet. My tongue dances with hers, she sucks on my tongue and I very nearly cum in my trousers.

I decide to take control, I am not fucking her up against the window. I ease my hand out of her and turn her around, my mouth never leaving hers. I lift her under her bottom and she locks her legs around me.  How I don’t fall up the stairs I don’t know. We make it to my old room, it was another sitting room until I was born. Granddad decided to turn it into a play room. Gareth and I played in there all the time, when it was time for bed Gareth would make his way to our room. Me? I’d get my blanket and sleep on the window seat. The view of the sky from here was amazing. It wasn’t long before my bed was in here and I made it my own. As a teenager, we redecorated. I got a telescope and we added a desk. Summers were the best here.

I fumble to the bed and lay her down. Yes, I am treating her like she’s made of glass, she’s the most precious thing I have.