Whispers of the Wind
1024 Words
"You smell delicious as always," he whispered to her as he placed his hand under her clothes to explore her smooth and generous chest as his mouth rained her kisses from her slender throat up to her chin.
Johann could feel his lover's pulse beat erratically, her breathing changed as he reached her lips. It was as if the young master wasn't the only one who had anticipated this moment. Slowly, he pulled at her shirt and she helped him with the chore. Half-naked, Jessica looked like a deity in the dim light, and Johann felt his heart swell with love for this woman.
"Are they sleeping?" Johann asked, pertaining to his lover's younger siblings.
"Yes," the other answered breathily, her doe eyes turning smoky with lust as she wrapped her arms around Johann's neck and met his lips for a deep kiss.
Satisfied, the young master broke the kiss, stood up, secured his lover's legs around his hips and carried her onto the bed. "Call me by my name," he ordered.
"Johann…" his lover said but he shook his head. "Not that, the other one," he demanded.
He was referring to the nickname she had given him, the English equivalent of his name. The raven-haired beauty smiled tenderly at him as she opened her mouth. "John…" she whispered and Johann smiled tenderly at her in return.
They hungrily kissed each other as their hands explored the surface of their bodies, arousing, enticing themselves into wanton oblivion. Soon, both of them wore nothing but soft light and shadows as their bodies joined, moving with the rhythm their hearts could clearly hear, yet their lips dared not speak of.
The flashes of memories stopped and Jerome dropped the book on the table. It opened on the first page, and the name Johann de Lancret was written there with almost faded ink. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead as he tried to analyze what happened.
"Did I fall asleep?" he asked himself.
But before he could think further, a deafening report of a gun echoed in the house, and Jerome stood up in alarm. His eyes widening in shock, his body turning cold with fear, he rushed outside the study, out of the house into the grounds screaming his brother's name.
"Austin! Austin!"
He cried desperately as he frantically ran outside until he reached the van and he looked around.
"s**t," he cursed, raking his fingers on his hair as he looked in all directions.
Straight ahead was the main road going out of the estate, behind the house was a grove, and there were footpaths on both his left and right.
"Which one, which one, which one…" he muttered, panicking as he tried to decide which direction to choose.
He had no idea what really happened. But he had this feeling that he had to reach his brother.
"Austin! Austin!" he called out as loud as he could but received no reply.
Where the hell are you?
Leaves rustled on the ground as the breeze blew.
“Ici…”
Jerome jerked towards his right. He couldn't understand, but he swore he heard someone whisper "here" in that direction.
“Ici…”
He heard the whisper again, and he did not hesitate to follow it.
He quickly ran towards the footpath on the right, his mind focusing on the wind which seemed to guide him.
“Ici…”
It whispered every time he paused upon seeing another path. He knew this kind of phenomenon was so bizarre, but as of now, he didn't care.
All he knew was that he had to find Austin. He'd think about how the hell the wind could talk to him later when he'd seen his brother safe.
"Austin! Austin!" he cried again as he reached the end of the trail and broke into the clearing.
He heard the flowing of the water nearby and the occasional tweeting of birds, but his brother was nowhere in sight.
"Where is he?!" he demanded nobody, hoping that the wind would help him once more, and he wasn't disappointed.
“Il est là-bas…”
The wind whispered "over there" as it blew in the direction to his left, rustling the leaves on the grassy ground towards the huge rock at a distance.
“Ici...”
It beckoned as the leaves flew, creating a path towards the boulder.
At first, the glinting sunlight barred his vision, but when he looked closely, he was able to see his brother's still form on the top of the boulder. His eyes widening, he sprinted across the grassy meadow towards the huge rock.
"Austin!"
His brother was lying in an unnatural position. His legs were crossed beneath him, as if he had been sitting before he lost consciousness. His upper body was bent towards his left side as if he was forced in that pose. He was as still as a statue and Jerome feared the worst.
"Austin?" He crept towards his younger brother all the while scanning his body for injuries. "Oh thank God…"
He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the telltale rising and falling of his chest. There was no grave injury either aside from the scratches on his temple, which he probably got when his head hit the rock when he lost consciousness.
Jerome had been scared to death when he heard the gunshot earlier. He had thought…
The older brother shook his head as he erased the negative thought. He reached for his sibling and pulled him back to a sitting position, letting Austin lean over his shoulder to support him and gently tapped his face to wake him up.
The young businessman frowned. Austin’s face was streaked with tears, his closed eyes swollen from crying, and his patrician nose was red.
What the hell happened?
"Austin, wake up," he ordered the younger boy awake as he shook him gently.
" Austin," he called once again and he felt relief rushing through him when his brother's eyelids fluttered and slowly opened.
"Austin!" He felt happy seeing him open his eyes and yet his frown returned upon seeing his brother's dazed expression. " Austin?"
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