Taming His Stallion [BWWM]

22_Regal

Danny

The setting sun cast shades of magenta and lilac about the dining room and foyer of the main house, superimposing shadows of the handrail and staircase as well as several other articles of furnishings situated in and around those boundaries.

In addition to the cool wind, the stimuli effectively drew my attention, even if momentarily, away from the annoying knot that had formed in the pit of my stomach for some irrational reason.

What was there to be nervous about? I would be attending the evening's dance accompanied by my lovely girlfriend.

Surely a man could reserve the right to enjoy and indulge in such activities with a woman he cared deeply for.

Whether someone saw us together, I would be unbothered by and couldn't care less about what others thought of me, thereby ruling out exposure as a probable cause for any jitters that may have accumulated in me up until this point.

On the other hand, if however, the matter was a cause for concern of the object of my affection, I would be reduced to a muddle of nerves and plethora of inconvenient imaginings.

Regardless, Paege had never given me any indication that she would be alarmed to be out with me in a social setting.

That being said, we had missed out on the prospect of encountering what would've been our first public outing together–the potluck, well over a few weeks ago–due to a series of unfortunate events that nearly led to her demise. An experience that had shaken everyone who cared for her.

Naturally, due to the incident, I grew fiercely protective of Paege and that extended also to her mental and emotional welfare. In other words, I couldn't promise that I would remain objective if any rumours were to arise, for one reason or the other, about the nature of our relationship.

If provoked in that regard, I wasn't so sure what would be my response. Hence the reason I kept tight reins and closely guarded those closest to me, as well as my own private matters.

We'd missed that chance to clarify the situation, so instinctively I'd wound up more enthusiastic about the possibility of experiencing something so intimate with her–counting it as a blessing that I'd even been granted the luxury of considering such a development.

If the town began to talk, let them. Just so long as they didn't indulge in spreading harmful rumours about Paege. If the need should arise, I wouldn't hesitate to come to an agreeable conclusion for all parties involved.

Where a matter of an entirely different nature was concerned, one problem solved another. Anyone with eyes would take notice of Paege. Unless of course, they were blind. If not, something would have to be amiss.

Regardless, I wouldn't dare give my competition the opportunity to pounce on her. As I'm certain they would if I didn't publicly stake my claim.

Maybe that's it. Maybe that's why my nerves were in a bundle all day. Because I didn't deserve this woman and at the very least, I wanted the world to know that Paege Masters was mine.

The clicking of heels echoed against the staircase, encouraging me to place my focus there.

My heart sped up several paces in nervous anticipation of what I imagined I might find.

It didn't escape me, what a beauty Paege was. Effortlessly gorgeous with generous curves to boot, she could easily become the envy of any woman who had to work hard to achieve and maintain such an image.

Without a speck of enhancers, she was quite the vision and could easily eclipse her peers entirely. Even if she was covered in filth or soot.

On one particular occasion, after a day of rain, she'd emerged from the stalls covered in mud as a result of falling into a puddle. The men, A. J. and even I may have besides ourselves in the humour of the moment, but there was no denying how adorable and enticing Paege looked in such a dishevelled state. I almost busted their teeth when I realized that the humour had long died and something salacious stood in its place.