Goldie Locke - Chapter Four

This is Chapter Three of my novel "Goldie Locke". Part one can be viewed HERE.

Not Safe For Work - Rated 'R'

Chapter 4

 

Goldie Locke entered the ornate Little Chapel, her eyes scanning the room filled with wooden benches and pews. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the polished wood.

Wesley, the youngest brother, stood at the front of the room, his fingers tracing over the intricate gears of a small model. He looked up as Goldie entered, his eyes widening in surprise and admiration.

"Goldie," he breathed, his voice soft and reverent. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Goldie felt a flutter in her chest at the way he said her name, the way his gaze seemed to drink her in. She took a step forward, her own eyes drawn to the delicate mechanisms he was studying.

"I, uh, I was just exploring," she said, cursing the slight tremble in her voice. "I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Wesley shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Not at all," he said. "I'm always happy to have you here."

Goldie felt a blush creep across her cheeks at his words, and she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by them. Was he simply being polite, or was there something more behind his gaze?

She moved closer, her eyes drawn to the intricate model he was working on. "What is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Wesley's eyes lit up, and he turned the model towards her, his fingers tracing the delicate gears with reverence. "It's a miniature steam engine," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I've been working on it for weeks, trying to perfect the design."

Goldie leaned in, her own fingers itching to touch the delicate mechanisms. "It's beautiful," she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.

Wesley's gaze met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down around them. Goldie felt her heart skip a beat, and she knew that she was in danger of falling for this brilliant, mischievous young man.

But before she could say anything, the sound of a door slamming echoed through the chapel, and they both turned to see Pappa Burnhardt striding towards them, his face thunderous.

"Wesley!" he barked, his voice sharp and commanding. "What are you doing in here? You should be in the workshop, working on the new designs for the baron."

Wesley's expression shifted, his eyes darkening with a hint of defiance. "I was just taking a break, Father," he said, his voice steady.

Pappa Burnhardt's gaze swept over Goldie, and she felt a chill run down her spine. "And what is she doing here?" he demanded, his tone dripping with suspicion.

Goldie opened her mouth to respond, but Wesley beat her to it. "She's my guest," he said, his voice firm. "I invited her here to show her my work."

Pappa Burnhardt's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Goldie thought he might lash out. But then, to her surprise, he simply nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly.

"Very well," he said. "But don't dawdle. The baron will be here soon, and he expects results."

With that, he turned and strode out of the chapel, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

Goldie let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her eyes meeting Wesley's. There was a hint of uncertainty in his gaze, but also a spark of something else - a determination that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'm sorry about that," he said, his voice low. "My father can be...difficult."

Goldie nodded, her own expression solemn. "I understand," she said. "But I'm glad you invited me here."

Wesley's lips curved into a small smile, and he reached out to gently touch her arm. "So am I," he murmured, his gaze locked with hers.

Goldie Locke felt a thrill of excitement as Wesley presented her with the complex gear equation scrawled across the chalkboard. Her nimble fingers traced over the intricate symbols and variables, her brow furrowing in concentration as she began to work through the problem.

Wesley watched her with rapt attention, his intense gaze following the graceful movements of her hands. The way her pouty lips parted slightly as she focused, the way her blonde curls framed her delicate features - it all captivated him, igniting a burning desire within his chest.

As Goldie lost herself in the calculations, Wesley couldn't help but admire the way her mind worked. She moved with a fluid, almost dance-like rhythm, her fingers dancing across the chalkboard as she methodically solved each step of the equation. Her eyes narrowed in focus, her brow creasing in a way that Wesley found endlessly endearing.

He longed to reach out and brush a stray curl from her face, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his calloused hands. The urge to pull her into his arms, to press his lips against hers, was almost overwhelming. He clenched his fists at his sides, fighting the temptation to give in to his growing desire.

Goldie's slender fingers continued to move with precision, her mind working at a dizzying pace as she navigated the complex problem. Wesley watched, transfixed, as she meticulously worked through each step, her gaze flickering back and forth between the chalkboard and the calculations she had scrawled in the margins.

Finally, with a triumphant smile, Goldie stepped back, her eyes gleaming with pride. "There," she said, her voice soft and melodic. "I've solved it."

Wesley's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped closer, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He longed to pull her into his embrace, to feel the warmth of her body against his own. The urge to kiss her, to explore the depths of her passion, was almost overwhelming.

Goldie turned to face him, her large doe eyes sparkling with excitement. "How did I do?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Wesley reached out, his fingers gently brushing against the soft skin of her arm. "Perfectly," he murmured, his voice low and rough with barely contained desire. "You're brilliant, Goldie."

Goldie felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, her heart fluttering in her chest. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

Slowly, almost involuntarily, she leaned in, her lips parting slightly as she gazed up at him. Wesley's breath caught in his throat, and he could feel the pull of her irresistible allure, the magnetism of her beauty and intelligence.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the sound of a door slamming echoed through the chapel, startling them both. Goldie stepped back, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, as Pappa Burnhardt strode into the room, his expression grim.

"Wesley," he barked, his voice sharp and commanding. "The baron is here. He demands to see the new weapon designs."

Goldie felt her heart race, the weight of Pappa Burnhardt's scrutiny pressing down on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

"Very well," he said. "But don't keep the baron waiting."

With that, he turned and strode out of the chapel, leaving Goldie and Wesley alone once more. Goldie felt a sense of relief, but also a lingering disappointment that their moment had been so abruptly interrupted.

Wesley turned to her, his eyes filled with an unspoken apology. "I'm sorry about that," he said, his voice low. "My father can be...difficult."

Goldie nodded, her own expression solemn. "I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad I was able to help you."

Wesley's lips curved into a small smile, and he reached out to gently touch her arm. "So am I," he murmured, his gaze locked with hers.

Wesley's intense gaze locked with hers, and Goldie could feel the heat of his desire, the pull between them growing stronger with each passing moment. He moved towards her, his tall, lanky frame closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds.

Goldie's heart raced as Wesley pinned her against the chalkboard, his strong arms caging her in. She could feel the roughness of his calloused hands against her skin, the heat of his breath against her cheek.

Without thinking, she reached out and rubbed her hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric. Wesley let out a low growl, his eyes blazing with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers.

Goldie's body responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the strength of his muscles as he pressed her against the chalkboard.

Wesley's hands roamed her curves, his fingers tracing over the delicate lace of her corset. Goldie let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire as he teased the sensitive skin beneath her clothes.

Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming again echoed through the chapel, startling them both. Goldie pulled away, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, as Pappa Burnhardt strode into the room, his expression grim.

"Wesley, hurry up!" he barked, his voice sharp and commanding. "The baron is here. He demands to see the new weapon designs."

Wesley turned to her, his eyes filled with an unspoken apology. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice low. "I have to go."

Goldie nodded, her own expression solemn. "I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But be careful."

Wesley leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before turning and striding out of the chapel, his shoulders tense with determination. Goldie watched him go, her heart heavy with worry and fear.

With that, she turned and began to study the blueprints, her mind racing with ideas and strategies. She knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but she was determined to do whatever it took to protect the Burnhardts and their revolutionary designs.

As she worked, she couldn't help but think of Wesley, and the passion that had ignited between them. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

Goldie Locke's heart raced as she studied the blueprints, her mind racing with ideas and strategies. She knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but she was determined to do whatever it took to protect the Burnhardts and their revolutionary designs.

As she worked, she couldn't help but think of Wesley, and the passion that had ignited between them. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

Wesley only went to see the baron. When Wesley comes back in the room. Goldie Locke's heart raced as Wesley Burnhardt's hands roamed over her body, hitching up her skirts and exposing her bare thighs. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, his desire matching her own.

"Wesley," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't be doing this."

But even as she spoke the words, she knew that she didn't mean them. She had been drawn to Wesley from the moment she met him, his mischievous grin and intense eyes igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Wesley's fingers traced over the delicate lace of her corset, teasing.

Goldie Locke's heart raced as Wesley Burnhardt's hands roamed over her body, hitching up her skirts and exposing her bare thighs. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, his desire matching her own.

"Wesley," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't be doing this."

But even as she spoke the words, she knew that she didn't mean them. She had been drawn to Wesley from the moment she met him, his mischievous grin and intense eyes igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Wesley's fingers traced over the delicate lace of her corset, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Goldie let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire as he pulled her closer.

"I can't resist you, Goldie," he murmured, his voice low and rough with need. "You're so beautiful, so brilliant. I've never met anyone like you."

Goldie's heart swelled with pride and affection, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and fear. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

Goldie Locke's heart raced as Wesley Burnhardt's hands roamed over her body, hitching up her skirts and exposing her bare thighs. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, his desire matching her own.

"Wesley," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't be doing this."

But even as she spoke the words, she knew that she didn't mean them. She had been drawn to Wesley from the moment she met him, his mischievous grin and intense eyes igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Wesley's fingers traced over the delicate lace of her corset, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Goldie let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire as he pulled her closer.

Without thinking, she reached out and pulled down Wesley's trousers, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his hard, throbbing cock. She could feel the heat of his desire, the pulsing need that matched her own.

Wesley let out a low growl, his eyes blazing with lust as he pulled her closer. Goldie could feel the roughness of his calloused hands against her skin, the heat of his breath against her cheek.

She dropped to her knees, her heart racing as she took him in her mouth. Wesley let out a strangled cry, his body trembling with pleasure as she teased and sucked his cock.

Goldie could feel the heat building within her, the intensity of their passion threatening to consume her. She could hear the sound of their ragged breathing, the slick wetness of their bodies as they moved together.

Wesley's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Goldie could feel the pressure building, the intensity of their pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

 

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Wesley's fingers traced over the delicate lace of her corset, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Goldie let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire as he pulled her closer.

Without thinking, she reached out and pulled down Wesley's trousers, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his hard, throbbing cock. She could feel the heat of his desire, the pulsing need that matched her own.

Wesley let out a low growl, his eyes blazing with lust as he pulled her closer. Goldie could feel the roughness of his calloused hands against her skin, the heat of his breath against her cheek.

She dropped to her knees, her heart racing as she took him in her mouth. Wesley let out a strangled cry, his body trembling with pleasure as she teased and sucked his cock.

Goldie could feel the heat building within her, the intensity of their passion threatening to consume her. She could hear the sound of their ragged breathing, the slick wetness of their bodies as they moved together.

Wesley's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Goldie could feel the pressure building, the intensity of their pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

"I can't resist you, Goldie," he murmured, his voice low and rough with need. "You're so beautiful, so brilliant. I've never met anyone like you."

Goldie's heart swelled with pride and affection, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and fear. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

Goldie could feel the heat building within her, the intensity of their passion threatening to consume her. She could hear the sound of their ragged breathing, the slick wetness of their bodies as they moved together.

Wesley's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Goldie could feel the pressure building, the intensity of their pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

As she worked, she couldn't help but think of Wesley, and the passion that had ignited between them. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

Goldie Locke's mind raced as she studied the blueprints, her fingers tracing over the intricate designs with a mix of excitement and fear. She knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but she was determined to do whatever it took to protect the Burnhardts and their revolutionary designs.

As she worked, she couldn't help but think of Wesley, and the passion that had ignited between them. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

Goldie's heart pounded in her chest as Wesley's eyes blazed into hers, his hands gripping her waist with an urgency that made her shiver. He pulled her down onto the cluttered workbench, scattering blueprints and tools with a clatter that echoed through the workshop. She gasped as he claimed her lips, his kiss hungry and demanding, a testament to the desire that had been building between them.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made her feel worshipped. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his unruly chestnut hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, a promise of the pleasure to come.

Goldie was so wet, so ready for him. She could feel her own slickness as Wesley's fingers traced the edge of her lace underwear, teasing her with a light touch that made her squirm. She wanted him, needed him with a desperation that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Wesley's fingers hooked into her underwear, pulling them down with a roughness that made her gasp. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her nakedness. Then, with a growl, he plunged into her, filling her completely.

Goldie screamed at the pleasure, her fingers digging into Wesley's shoulders as he moved against her. His thrusts were hard and deep, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. She could feel the heat building between them, their breaths coming faster and faster as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time.

His cock was like steel, hard and unyielding, stretching her in the most delicious way. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he slid in and out of her. Her pussy clenched around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

Wesley's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her. His eyes were locked on hers, intense and focused, as if he was pouring all his genius into this one act. She could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the corded muscles of his neck straining with effort.

Goldie could feel her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in her belly. She bit her lip, stifling a scream as Wesley hit that spot again and again. She was so close, teetering on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss.

Wesley's thrusts became erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he pushed her over the edge. Goldie screamed, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel Wesley's release, the heat of him filling her as he groaned her name.

Goldie's body shuddered as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her mind a whirl of sensations and thoughts. She could feel Wesley's body tense and then release, his hot breath against her neck as he let out a low groan.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Goldie's mind was filled with a rush of numbers and equations. She could see the formulas dancing in front of her eyes, the solutions to problems that had eluded her suddenly crystal clear. The pleasure of their lovemaking had unlocked something within her, a new level of understanding and insight.

Wesley pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're amazing, Goldie," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "The way your mind works...it's incredible."

Goldie could feel herself blushing at the compliment, her heart swelling with pride. She had always known that she was intelligent, but to have Wesley - a genius in his own right - recognize and appreciate her abilities was intoxicating.

Afterwards, Goldie and Wesley lay entwined on the floor of the lecture hall, their bodies spent and satisfied. Goldie's golden curls spilled across Wesley's chest as she traced lazy patterns on his skin, her heart still racing from their passionate encounter.

Wesley gazed down at her with an expression of wonder and adoration, his unruly chestnut hair falling into his eyes. Goldie reached up and brushed the errant strands aside, marveling at the intensity of the connection they shared.

They had always known that they were kindred spirits, drawn together by their brilliant minds and insatiable curiosity. But this newfound intimacy had unlocked something deeper, a bond that transcended the physical.

Goldie felt a surge of emotion as Wesley's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her close for a tender kiss. His lips were soft and pliant against hers, a stark contrast to the rough urgency of their earlier lovemaking.

In that moment, Goldie knew that she had found her match, her equal in every way. Wesley understood her in a way that no one else ever could, saw the depth of her intellect and the fire that burned within her.

They lay there for a moment, panting and sweating, their bodies still entwined. Goldie could feel Wesley's heart beating against hers, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the rhythm of their lovemaking. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.

"That was...incredible," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

Wesley smiled, a slow, cocky grin that made her heart flutter. "You're incredible, Goldie," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met."

Goldie blushed, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. She snuggled closer to Wesley, her body fitting perfectly against his. She could feel his arms tightening around her, holding her close, as if he never wanted to let her go.

In that moment, Goldie knew that she was in love with Wesley Burnhardt. She knew that their love was forbidden, that it went against all the rules and conventions of their society. But she also knew that she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, the way her heart raced at the mere thought of him.

She looked up at Wesley, her eyes filled with determination. "I don't care about the rules, Wesley," she whispered. "I don't care about what society thinks. I love you, and I'm not going to give you up without a fight."

Wesley's eyes blazed with a mix of love and pride. "I love you too, Goldie," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm not going to let anyone or anything come between us."

As they lay there, surrounded by the clutter of their shared passion, Goldie knew that they had a long and difficult battle ahead of them. But she also knew that with Wesley by her side, she could face anything. Because their love was more than just a forbidden passion. It was a force to be reckoned with, a power that could overcome any obstacle. And she was ready to fight for it, with every ounce of her strength and every beat of her heart.

As their kiss deepened, Goldie could feel the tension and fear that had been weighing on her begin to melt away. With Wesley by her side, she felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

They reluctantly parted, both breathless and flushed with the afterglow of their encounter. Goldie rested her head on Wesley's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

"I never knew it could be like this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Wesley chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending a shiver through Goldie's body. "Neither did I," he admitted, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "But I'm glad we found each other."

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Goldie couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude. She had never imagined that she would find someone who could keep up with her, let alone someone who could ignite such a powerful connection.

Wesley's fingers traced the curve of her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Goldie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

"We make a good team, you and I," she murmured, her voice laced with affection.

Wesley chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "That we do, my love," he replied, his voice low and warm.

Goldie felt a surge of joy at the endearment, her heart swelling with a love that she had never thought possible. She knew that their relationship would be a challenge, that they would have to navigate the treacherous waters of their society's conventions and the looming threat of the corrupt industrialist baron.

But in that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the connection they shared, the way their minds and bodies fit together in perfect harmony.

Goldie sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to Wesley's warmth. She knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but with him by her side, she felt ready to face whatever challenges came their way.

 

But even as their love blossomed, Goldie knew that they couldn't ignore the danger that loomed over them. The corrupt baron was growing more and more desperate, his threats becoming increasingly violent. She knew that they had to act fast, before it was too late.

She vowed to herself that she would do everything in her power to protect him, to keep him safe from the baron's ruthless ambition. And as she worked late into the night, her mind focused on the task at hand, she knew that she would stop at nothing to ensure their future together.

One evening, as they worked late into the night, Goldie had a breakthrough. She had been struggling with a particularly difficult equation, but suddenly the solution appeared in her mind, as clear as day. She grabbed a piece of chalk and scribbled furiously on the chalkboard, her heart racing with excitement.

Wesley looked over her shoulder, his eyes widening as he took in the complex formula. "Goldie, this is incredible," he breathed. "You've done it."

Goldie could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her mind racing with the implications of her discovery. They had created a weapon that was unlike anything the world had ever seen, a machine that could change the course of history.

But even as they celebrated their victory, Goldie knew that the real test was yet to come. They would have to face the corrupt baron and his minions, and the outcome was far from certain.

As they prepared for battle, Goldie couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. She knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but she also knew that she had found something truly special in Wesley and the Burnhardt brothers. They had become more than just allies - they had become family.

And as they set out to face their enemy, Goldie knew that no matter what happened, she would never regret the passion and the love that had brought them all together.