As far as balls went, theirs had been relatively small, with only fifty couples, but Louisa had kept true to her word, being extremely select in whom she invited. Those in attendance werent easily scandalized, because most had experienced scandals in their own family. Except for the Roses, but then they werent British, and that by default made them scandalous. He had a very clever wife: introduce his sister into Society by first presenting her to those who could not cast stones.
Little wonder shed managed to acquire the position of chaperone. She was not easily intimidated. She was well acquainted with those of influence. She had a laugh that was music to his ears and a smile that dazzled. Shed made a wicked wager he couldnt wait to make good on.
Was it any wonder he adored her?
Dear God. That thought had his wine catching in his throat. He covered his mouth, choked, coughed, cleared his throat, coughed again, all the while his mother pounded his back.
Are you all right? his mother asked.
Yes, I believe Ill switch to brandy. He returned to the table and poured himself a generous helping.
Caroline yawned. Im so tired, and yet Im sure I shall be unable to sleep.
Come along, his mother said. Ill help you get ready for bed.
Caroline walked to the door, stopped, and turned back. Midnight came and went, and I didnt turn into a pumpkin.
I promised you wouldnt, Louisa said.
Indeed you did. Again, thank you.
She walked out of the room, but his mother lingered a moment longer. Yes, my dear, thank you, thank you for everything youve done for all of us.
He watched tears fill his wifes eyes. Youre welcome, Your Grace.
His mother finally left the room.
Hawk walked over to Louisa and lifted her into his arms. She released a small squeal as she wound her arms around his neck.
I thought they would never leave, he said. I have a wager to pay.
He would not allow her to touch him. Louisa had not counted on that.
The wager was to pleasure me, and I take pleasure in touching you, she told him.
The wager was also that I be denied pleasure. I take pleasure in your touching me, so therefore, you cannot.
Hawk
Perhaps later, he said in a low provocative voice.
He did remove his clothes after removing all of hers, and simply gazing on his magnificent, sculpted form brought her pleasure, but he managed for a good bit of the time to remain beyond her reach, giving an inordinate amount of attention to her ankles, her calves, the dimples on her backside, her back. He used some sort of fragrant oilhe wouldnt reveal where hed obtained itthat made his large hands slick and when he ran them over her skin, her body melted further with each caress.
Sometimes shed hear him groan low in his throat as though running his hands along her back brought him as much pleasure as it brought her. Perhaps, indeed, it was impossible to give pleasure absolutely without receiving at least a small bit in return.
What a silly wager shed made, because it was pure torture to have him touching her when she couldnt touch him. And once his hands had their way with her, his mouth skillfully followed. Slowly, no rush, no hurry. His teeth nipping gently at her delicate skin, then his tongue slowly caressing as though in apology.
When he rolled her onto her back and did move up her body to bestow a long, lingering kiss, he held her wrists in one large hand above her head, while his other hand stroked and caressed her intimately. She writhed beneath him, desperate to be freed, desperate to be held, wanting release, but wanting to remain on the cusp forever. Anything to hold his attention, to keep him near. Forever and a day. Forever and a night.
He released his hold on her wrists. She went to touch him, desperate to feel his skin beneath her hands. He quickly grabbed them and gave her a pointed look. Not yet.
When? You were supposed to pleasure me, not torture me.
He gave her a knowing smile. It is a fine line between pleasure and torture.
But you were supposed to do as I instructed.
And I will. As soon as Im finished doing as I please.
Slowly, so slowly, as though he were memorizing the feel of every muscle, every bone from her fingers to her toes, he worked the scented oil into her flesh until she didnt know if shed have the strength to lift her arms if she had to. She was lethargic, so terribly lethargic that when he placed his hands between her thighs and parted them, she did not object. And when he used his tongue to stroke her with an incredible intimacy, she could do little more than gasp.
Now, he rasped, now, you may touch me.
But all she could reach was his head, his shoulders as he worked his magic, until she was no longer relaxed, until her body was thrumming with desire, tightening with passion reborn.
Oh, my word, she croaked. Oh, Hawk!
Her back came off the bed as she clutched him to her and quite simply shattered into a thousand bits of pleasure.
Stretched out on his side, raised on his elbow, Hawk continued to stroke his wife, trailing his finger beneath her breasts. He was certain hed never seen a woman who looked more gloriously pleasured.
I should do that to you, she said, languidly.
Perhaps later. You should sleep well now. Youve been such a busy girl of late.
A corner of her mouth quirked up. You have no idea. I feel almost drunk. I can hardly move.
He leaned down and kissed her temple. Go to sleep.
With a contented sigh, she rolled on to her side, nestled her head against his shoulder, and draped her arm over his stomach. He lay there for a long while, staring at the canopy and listening to her soft, gentle breathing, knowing he would never grow tired of her.
Ill pleasure you when I wake up, she murmured.
He said nothing as she drifted off to sleep. But he wouldnt be there when she awoke.
She deserved a man far better than he.
For too many years hed been angry at his mother, living in her isolated world, her pleasure her garden. Hed thought he was so different, living in the exciting and bustling city of London. But he was no different. He was still a recluse; his haven wine and women.
Louisa had courageously carved a place for herself in the world. She had defied tradition, had not settled for living a life of quiet desperation.
She deserved a husband who had the courage to go forth as she had. In a few hours, he would leave for London and take his first step toward becoming that man.
Chapter 22
A s the coach journeyed back to Selwyn Manor, Hawk knew a sense of satisfaction hed never before realized. Even if nothing came of his actions, he would take gratification in knowing hed done something.
This afternoon hed include Louisa in other plans, and hed work with her to help bring to fruition her desire again to serve as a social chaperone. Together they could work to get their estates back into order, could get Caroline to London and find her a suitable husband.
He suddenly felt quite invincible. The future held promise, and he could hardly wait to share with Louisa what hed done.
As the coach neared the manor, he spotted a black coach in the drive. Nothing ornamental about it told him to whom it belonged. It was a bit early for a gentleman caller for Caroline, but it was the only logical explanation. Shed obviously caught someones eye the evening before.
He descended from his own coach. The breeze brought Carolines laughter to him. He walked around to the side of the house. She did indeed have a gentleman caller: Jeremy Rose.
They were on the tennis lawn, volleying the ball back and forth. He watched as Jeremy missed the serve, then laughed.
I believe you have soundly beat me yet again, Miss Selwyn! he called.
You are far too easy, she said, walking toward the net. She must have spotted Hawk, because she waved her hand. Hawk. Look whos come to call.
He headed toward them, only to have his mother approach. Obviously shed been watching them. He wondered where Louisa was. Shed promised never to let Caroline out
of her sight when gentlemen were near. He hadnt planned his first words to her this day to be a chastisement for not properly overseeing the situation.
Im going to take Caroline farther into the garden, his mother said.
A splendid idea, Hawk said.
He waited until Caroline had said good-bye to Rose before approaching the young man, who was hitting his racket against the palm of his hand. Hawk decided pleasantries were not in order, that he needed to get straight to the crux of the matter.
My sistershe is not the daughter of my father.
Roses eyes widened. I went to Yale, Your Grace. Im very good at ciphering and deducing.
Your mother will not approve of your interest in her. She would no doubt cut you off if this relationship led to anything of a permanent nature.
And that would concern me because
I have not the means to support you in the manner to which you are accustomed to living. You would, of course, be welcome to live on one of my estates
Rose laughed. The man actually had the audacity to laugh.
I do not see the humor in this situation, Hawk said.
No, I suppose you dont. You mistake my purpose in being here. I was playing tennis with your delightful sister to keep from getting bored. I did not actually come to visit her. I came to take your wife back to London.
The door to the bedchamber opened with a crash, the knob banging into the wall.
Louisa jumped back from the trunk shed been packing and stared at her husband. He was fearsome in his fury. It fairly shimmered through the room.
Rose says hes come to take you back to London. Care to explain? he ground out.
Louisa swallowed hard. Id planned to explain this morning, but you werent here when I awoke.
Im here now.
So I see.
Why is he taking you to London, and why are you packing?
She closed the lid on her trunk. I dont want you to be cross.
Its a bit late for that.
Yes, I see that as well. She wrung her hands. I havent been entirely honest of late.
For Gods sake, Louisa, dont be an old chest with a rusty lock. This would all go much easier if you would simply state what needs to be stated.
At any other time she might have smiled at his using her poor metaphor, but all she felt like doing at this moment was weeping. She took a deep breath. After Id sent out invitations to the ball, Mrs. Rose came to visit. It was too late to cancel the ball, but the more I knew I could make it a success, I wanted to make it a success, because I felt so responsible for your present situation, and I thought a successful ball would make it up somehow, a bit at least.
Ive yet to hear the key turning the lock and have no clue as to what youre rambling about.
Mrs. Rose told me that if I discovered I was not with child, she would help me acquire an annulment, and would allow Jenny to marry you.
She watched his jaw tighten, a muscle in his cheek jump.
Does Jenny know? he asked pointedly.
Yes.
So Im the last to know?
Yes.
And what of your reputation?
Jeremy has offered to marry me and take me to America. My reputation will not follow me there.
And this is what you want?
Yes. Only because I know it is what you secretly want.
She thought of the times hed reminded her that if only shed not come into the library, his life would be so very different. He would have the funds he needed to repair his estates, the funds he needed to protect Caroline and his mother, the two most important women in his life.
Each second he glared at her in silence was a slice from her heart.
Then go with my blessing, he finally said, and stormed from the room.
Louisa dropped down onto the trunk, shaking uncontrollably. Saying yes to his final question had nearly destroyed her. But she was right to leave. She knew that now. It was Jenny he wanted. It had always been Jenny.
Hawk filled the glass to the brim with brandy, downed it with one long swallow, and filled it again.
Pragmatic, practical Louisa was right. As always she was damned right. There was little reason for them to remain married. She was not with child; they had done nothing of late to put her at risk of being with child. An annulment would raise fewer eyebrows than a divorce. In America, no one would care about the scandal shed created here.
He downed the brandy and poured more.
He would finally acquire the woman hed set his sights on originally: Jenny Rose.
A lucrative settlement would make life easier for them all. Caroline would have many suitors.
He tossed back the brandy and poured more.
He could quickly rebuild his estates. He could make life easier for his heir.
So why in Gods name did he feel so bloody awful? Why did he feel as though his heart had been ripped from his chest? Why did he feel bereft, with a need to weep, a need to howl like a wounded animal?
He heard the rapid footsteps. He turned with hope beginning to unfold like the petals on a rose. Shed changed her mind.
But it was his mother who entered the library. Louisa asked Denby to help cart her trunks to Jeremy Roses coach.
He turned back to the bottle, refilled his glass, and drank its contents. Were having the marriage annulled. Shes leaving.
Is this what you want?
It does not matter what I want. Her happiness comes above all else.
And why should her happiness be so damned important?
He swung around. Because I love her above all else! He shook his head, fighting back the bitter tears. Turning from her, he downed more brandy.
Then go after her, his mother said.
He glared over her shoulder. What would you have me do? Hoist her over my shoulder? Lock her in a tower?
His mother shook her head. I would have you not be so proud. I would have you find the courage to go after what you want. I know what it is to live every day regretting that I had far too much pride and too little courage to say yes when Carolines father asked me eighteen years ago to marry him. But I was a duchess, my son was a duke, and he was but a gardener.
Hawk stared at her, stunned. Denby is her father?
Tears filled her eyes. I let my daughter be born out of wedlock, born in shame, I placed a terrible burden upon my son, because I refused to marry a man whom I feared Society would consider to be beneath me, to be unworthy when it was I who was unworthy. I am faced with that bitter truth every day as his love and loyalty have never waned.
He took a step toward her, his greatest fear on the tip of tongue. Is he my father as well?
Her eyes widened with shock. No, no, your father was the fourth Duke of Hawkhurst. I swear to you. I remained faithful to him until the end.
He bowed his head with the weight of doubt lifted from his shoulders.
He felt her fingers in his hair. Oh, my dear son, all these years
I was afraid I was not the true duke. That I was tainted.
Tears washed down her face. I have done so poorly by my children. Forgive me. I beg of you, forgive me. She touched his cheek. Do not let her go if you truly love her.
Louisa sat in the carriage, staring at the manor house. She was no good with good-byes, hadnt been since shed said good-bye to her mother. She could hardly do them without a flood of tears, and so shed simply left a letter in the duchesss bedchamber, as well as in Carolines.
Well leave when youre ready, Jeremy said.
Ive grown rather fond of the drafty old place.
Ill purchase you a drafty old place if that will make you happy.
She looked at him. Money makes everything so much easier, doesnt it?
Slowly, he shook his head. No, not really. Do you love him, Louisa?
Im not what he needs. What if Im not what you need?
Before he could answer, she heard the rush of heavy footsteps on the drive, looked out the window, and saw Hawk running toward her. Something must be terribly w
rong. She moved to open the door. Let me see whats amiss. I wont be but a moment.
Not waiting for his response, in a most unladylike manner, she scrambled out of the carriage as Hawk, breathing harshly, stumbled to a stop before her.
Denby is Carolines father, he said.
She nodded, wondering at his urgency to tell her something that was no longer her concern. I thought as much.
She watched as he swallowed. I feared he was mine as well. I knew my mothers marriage was not a love match, and I feared she might have been unfaithful to my father. That I was not the true heir, but she assures me that is not the case. She didnt marry Denby because she considered him beneath her. I cannot imagine the torment of marrying a woman who doesnt love you enough, who doesnt believe in you.
He bowed his head, his breathing becoming less harsh. I wasnt in bed when you awoke this morning because I went to London. He lifted his dark gaze to hers, a gaze she thought she would forever see whenever she closed her eyes. I had decided a woman as courageous as you should have a husband who did not live in the shadows.
But you dont
I do, Louisa. Im no different from my mother. What have I truly accomplished with my life? The only thing of any value I have truly done was to marry you. You have inspired me. This morning I took my manuscript to a publisher.
Her heart expanded to such a degree that she could almost feel it pressed against her ribs. What did they say?
He shook his head. I dropped it over the transom. Id heard once Dickens simply did that, and so I thought to give it a try. I dont know if anything will come of it, but I decided you were right. Just as you were right about Carolines introduction into Society: It is better to know than to spend ones life always wondering.
She squeezed his hand. Im so glad you did it. If it is published, I shall purchase the first copy.
If it is purchased I shall gift you with a copy.
Even if you give me a copy, I shall want the joy of purchasing one.
He held her gaze, and she watched as he swallowed. Do you love him? he asked in a low voice. Do you love Jeremy Rose?
Im quite fond of him.
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