Russell and drew rein.
She stood on tiptoe and stroked his horse’s nose. “I wish he were mine, but it was foolish of me to wager my diamonds last night to try to win him from you.”
Vaguely, Teddy remembered staking his horse on a cut of the cards. “It was your birthday. You should have won.” He eyed the full breasts that strained against her tight bodice. “Would you like to come for a ride, Georgy?”
She licked her lips in anticipation. “I would love it, Teddy!”
He reached down with both arms and lifted her before him in the saddle. As he began to slowly canter toward the trees, he could feel her plump bottom between his legs, rubbing against his cock and balls. He became aroused instantly and pressed his hard erection into her soft flesh. “Are you enjoying this, Georgy?”
“Oh, yes.” She wriggled her bum. “I love a big animal!”
Teddy transferred the reins into his left hand and brought his right hand up to cup her full breasts. He rubbed his thumb across her nipple and felt it harden with arousal. Fire snaked through his groin as Georgy unfastened the buttons on her bodice luring him to explore her naked titties. With his knees, he guided his horse toward the lake and looked for an inviting spot where they could dismount, so he could finish what she had started.
“I’m not much of a hunter,” James Hamilton told Lord John Russell. “I prefer live pheasants to dead ones.”
“My brother William is an avid huntsman. My two elder brothers ridiculed me unmercifully because I was such a bad shot. They didn’t realize I missed on purpose.”
James laughed. “My aim is perfect when I’m shooting at old bottles.”
“I’ve enjoyed the exercise. I don’t get enough, sitting long hours in Parliament.”
“The weather’s been perfect—not a cloud in the sky all afternoon. I know the Duke of Clarence has enjoyed himself.”
“Here comes Father.” Johnny drew rein and waited. “Are you heading back? I’m amazed at your stamina.”
“I’ve had enough. I can’t keep up with that lot. They’ll be at it until dark, I warrant.”
The three men rode back to the abbey and dismounted in the stables. Johnny refrained from assisting his father. He had too much pride to be helped from the saddle.
“It was a warm ride. I’ll give Shammar a rubdown. I’ll do the same for your horse if you wish, Your Grace,” Abercorn offered.
“That would be most kind, James. I need to get off this leg.”
The two younger men removed their jackets and set to work tending the animals. After the rubdown, Johnny led his horse into its stall and returned to admire James’s Arabian. “Your mare is lovely. Did you breed her in Ireland?”
“Yes. My stable isn’t large, but I value quality over quantity.”
“My father’s racehorses are bred from Gimcrack , a Woburn champion when I was a boy. Their bloodline is excellent.”
“That is evident. I was admiring the pair only yesterday and trying not to covet them.” He removed the saddle from the duke’s horse, wiped the perspiration from his brow, and picked up the currying brush. “This is hot work. When I’m done, I think I’ll take a swim in the lake before dinner. Would you care to join me?”
“I’m not as athletic as you, James. I much prefer the library to cold water.”
While the men hunted, the ladies enjoyed a leisurely lunch and then took a stroll through the abbey’s renowned formal gardens, which had been designed by Humphrey Repton. The duchess was particularly proud of the Chinese garden with its Oriental pagoda and a carved wooden bridge that arched over an ornamental pond where koi swam between the delicate water lilies.
Later in the afternoon the ladies took tea in the Venetian drawing room as they shared the latest gossip about London’s haut ton. Louisa saw her sister’s look of discomfiture when the conversation turned to Charlotte’s daughter, Sophia, and the grand match that would be announced shortly.
She stood on tiptoe and stroked his horse’s nose. “I wish he were mine, but it was foolish of me to wager my diamonds last night to try to win him from you.”
Vaguely, Teddy remembered staking his horse on a cut of the cards. “It was your birthday. You should have won.” He eyed the full breasts that strained against her tight bodice. “Would you like to come for a ride, Georgy?”
She licked her lips in anticipation. “I would love it, Teddy!”
He reached down with both arms and lifted her before him in the saddle. As he began to slowly canter toward the trees, he could feel her plump bottom between his legs, rubbing against his cock and balls. He became aroused instantly and pressed his hard erection into her soft flesh. “Are you enjoying this, Georgy?”
“Oh, yes.” She wriggled her bum. “I love a big animal!”
Teddy transferred the reins into his left hand and brought his right hand up to cup her full breasts. He rubbed his thumb across her nipple and felt it harden with arousal. Fire snaked through his groin as Georgy unfastened the buttons on her bodice luring him to explore her naked titties. With his knees, he guided his horse toward the lake and looked for an inviting spot where they could dismount, so he could finish what she had started.
“I’m not much of a hunter,” James Hamilton told Lord John Russell. “I prefer live pheasants to dead ones.”
“My brother William is an avid huntsman. My two elder brothers ridiculed me unmercifully because I was such a bad shot. They didn’t realize I missed on purpose.”
James laughed. “My aim is perfect when I’m shooting at old bottles.”
“I’ve enjoyed the exercise. I don’t get enough, sitting long hours in Parliament.”
“The weather’s been perfect—not a cloud in the sky all afternoon. I know the Duke of Clarence has enjoyed himself.”
“Here comes Father.” Johnny drew rein and waited. “Are you heading back? I’m amazed at your stamina.”
“I’ve had enough. I can’t keep up with that lot. They’ll be at it until dark, I warrant.”
The three men rode back to the abbey and dismounted in the stables. Johnny refrained from assisting his father. He had too much pride to be helped from the saddle.
“It was a warm ride. I’ll give Shammar a rubdown. I’ll do the same for your horse if you wish, Your Grace,” Abercorn offered.
“That would be most kind, James. I need to get off this leg.”
The two younger men removed their jackets and set to work tending the animals. After the rubdown, Johnny led his horse into its stall and returned to admire James’s Arabian. “Your mare is lovely. Did you breed her in Ireland?”
“Yes. My stable isn’t large, but I value quality over quantity.”
“My father’s racehorses are bred from Gimcrack , a Woburn champion when I was a boy. Their bloodline is excellent.”
“That is evident. I was admiring the pair only yesterday and trying not to covet them.” He removed the saddle from the duke’s horse, wiped the perspiration from his brow, and picked up the currying brush. “This is hot work. When I’m done, I think I’ll take a swim in the lake before dinner. Would you care to join me?”
“I’m not as athletic as you, James. I much prefer the library to cold water.”
While the men hunted, the ladies enjoyed a leisurely lunch and then took a stroll through the abbey’s renowned formal gardens, which had been designed by Humphrey Repton. The duchess was particularly proud of the Chinese garden with its Oriental pagoda and a carved wooden bridge that arched over an ornamental pond where koi swam between the delicate water lilies.
Later in the afternoon the ladies took tea in the Venetian drawing room as they shared the latest gossip about London’s haut ton. Louisa saw her sister’s look of discomfiture when the conversation turned to Charlotte’s daughter, Sophia, and the grand match that would be announced shortly.
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