Seven Rogues for Christmas: A Historical Romance Holiday Collection

by Dawn Brower

  “It wasn’t pain.” Why he was telling her, he did not know but she deserved the truth. “It was pleasure. Just before you…” he mimicked her motion “…I did too.”

  “Oh!” Despite the delightful colour in her cheeks, he was even more delighted by the triumphant smile that tugged her lips. Gabriella was at last seeing just how much she could entice a man. Perhaps he was beginning to undo some of the damage his cruel words had inflicted all those years ago.

  Chapter 10

  Nick walked into the breakfast room the next morning, a wide grin on his face. Tomorrow would be his wedding day and he could honestly not see what the fuss was about. The idea of spending the rest of his life with Gabriella did not feel at all like a leg shackle. He could not wait to get her luscious curves into his bed.

  His breath hitched as he stopped just inside the doorway to the room, the crackling fire making the place far too hot and a vision of loveliness standing staring morosely out the window. He approached her. Glancing around to check that no servants were hovering and pleased to see the room empty, he caught the tops of her arms and placed a gentle kiss just where her neck and shoulder joined.

  “Nick,” she remonstrated just as she moved her head to give him the access he needed to nuzzle up her neck and drop a kiss behind her ear.

  “I know, but what are they going to do? Make us marry?” She smiled at his use of her argument.

  “For someone about to marry a handsome fellow like me, you look rather despondent,” he teased. She heaved a sigh and pointed out the window.

  “The snow came to naught really.” He looked at the light dusting of snow, not even enough to fully cover the lawn and the paths were their usual brown muddy state.

  “Ah, but look at the leaden sky, my love. I have every faith that you will be tramping through the snow to say your vows. I’m so glad you agreed to have the wedding here in the chapel after all. A few friends are arriving from London today and your brother and sister-in-law have been invited. I just hope everyone arrives before the snow gets too bad.”

  As if on cue a few large snowflakes fluttered to the ground and she shivered against him. He pulled her shawl up over her shoulders and stepped away. She turned, expectant. He melted. Dropping his head, he placed a soft, lingering but chaste kiss on her lips.

  “Stop tempting me, you beautiful, wonderful woman.” Her lips curved into a smile and she moved her hand as if she was about to cover her birthmark but then lowered it.

  “We should get breakfast before it gets cold,” she said simply. He nodded and followed her to where the food lay, lifting a plate to help serve her before serving himself.

  “My lord, The Earl of Thornwich is here to see you. He is in the study. I suggested he come in here but he said he wanted to speak to you in your father’s study.”

  “Really? Fine.”

  Gabriella looked from the stern butler to her betrothed and saw a look of puzzlement pass between the men.

  “Gabriella, would you like to come?”

  “Umm…” she looked at the butler who shrugged almost imperceptibly. “Very well.” She rose and followed Nick.

  When they entered the earl’s study she was surprised to find Joseph sitting behind the earl’s desk, his feet up on the furniture. Nick barely seemed to notice.

  “Ah, Eastden, you are not the brightest of fellows it seems. I have barely been here two minutes and already I have in my hand on the special licence you procured so you can marry my sister. That was very silly of you. Now all I need to do is drop it in the fire and you lose the wager.”

  Nick moved to sit on one of the high-backed chairs at one side on the hearth and motioned to the other for Gabriella. She took a seat, horror building inside her. Her brother was going to ruin her wedding and cause Nick to lose the wager. She looked from the handsome viscount, who lifted one booted leg onto the knee of his other leg, wincing slightly. She tried not to smile. In his attempt at nonchalance he had forgotten the bruising on his knee.

  “Is that why you are here, Thornwich? To try and stop the wedding and win the wager?”

  “I came to talk sense into you, man. Look at her. Spinster material if ever I saw it. You shall both be miserable.”

  “Like you are? Tell me, Thornwich, how much do you pay Miss Wainwright to warm your bed whenever you are in town?”

  Gabriella gasped. Of course she knew Miss Wainwright was Joseph’s mistress but no one spoke about such things in polite company.

  “That is none of your business, Eastden.”

  “And my impending marriage is none of yours.”

  “You really want to marry a wench with the mark of the devil on her?” Gabriella’s hand flew to her cheek. On many occasions as she had grown up her brother had thrown that cruel taunt in her direction, but no one else had ever heard it. He would sit at the dinner table rubbing his cheek, making little horns with his fingers when their parents were not looking. When she was younger she would rise to the bait and be scolded for making a fuss about nothing. When she got older, she ignored the insults.

  “If you mean an insignificant birthmark, then yes. But let me tell you, Thornwich--from this moment on, every nasty jibe you make at your sister’s expense will lose you five thousand pounds of the settlement I am about to offer you for your sister’s hand.”

  “Settlement? What the devil are you on about?” Joseph was on his feet, the special licence still in his hand.

  “It’s simple. I am rich and you… well, you have gambled away your inheritance and no doubt your sister’s dowry too.” Gabriella looked up and saw the truth of Nick’s statement in her brother’s eyes. No wonder she had been unable to find a husband on the marriage mart. Some cash poor aristocrats would marry Prinny himself for his money, if such a thing were legal. They would have overlooked her marked skin if her dowry had been intact.

  “Gabs, I…”

  Gabriella held up a staying hand. She did not want to hear his excuses. Instead she focused on the ruby of Nick’s cravat pin and willed herself not to cry.

  “Here is the deal. The wager is off, but for the sake of gentlemanly honour I shall marry Gabriella tomorrow and officially win the bet as far as every gentleman in White’s and every gossip of the Beau Monde are concerned. I shall not collect my winnings but everyone will assume the debt has been paid.”

  “I shall give you twenty thousand pounds. Ten thousand to pay off any outstanding debts, wages etcetera and ten thousand to be held in trust for improvements to your estate.

  “My man of business and my land steward will arrive on the day after Boxing Day and they will work in your office and on your estate. You will give them every help and they shall turn around the estate, making it profitable again. The ten thousand pounds held in trust is to be used only for estate improvements, buying any animals, tools or whatever is required. Once the estate is in profit again you can keep on my men and learn from your mistakes or you can send them back to my employ.”

  “Why are you doing this? I don’t see what is in it for you.”

  “Your sister can rest easy knowing that her brother is not getting further into debt and is not doing anything that is likely to get himself hanged.”

  Gabriella made a little yelp of protest but Nick ignored her, rising to his feet and fishing in his coat pocket.

  “The night you attacked me I saw you and recognised you. As you tripped me up and I twisted my knee, I heard something tinkle onto the pavement. Once you had gone and before I all but lost consciousness, I searched for what had fallen.” He held up a cravat pin. “It has the Thornwich crest on it.”

  Gabriella jumped to her feet.

  “Joseph, how could you?” Joseph too was out of his seat and backing up against the window. Gabriella noticed that the small flurry of snow had turned into a veritable blizzard.

  Joseph shook his head. “I had no choice. I never planned to kill you. I just wanted to make it too difficult for you to wed her before Christmas.”

  Nick tossed the c
ravat pin at Joseph, who fumbled with it and just managed to stop it from falling to the floor.

  “I know you didn’t want to kill me. You don’t have it in you, Thornwich. You’re feckless, you’re a wastrel and you’re dissolute. But you are not a murderer. Take the money, turn your life around and do the right thing for that babe in Edna’s belly. You know, my mother is friends with her mother so I used to know her reasonably well. She’s not a bad sort. But you treat her badly. Give up the courtesans and the mistresses and give her a chance to be a proper wife.”

  “What about this?” Joseph held up the pin. “Are you going to get the magistrate involved?”

  “I have no evidence.” Nick raked his fingers through his hair. “Look, tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Come to the wedding with Edna, walk your sister down the aisle and give her away into what I can only hope will be a happy marriage. Let us all start again. The money and the help are yours. We shall be brothers by marriage. It is the least I can do.”

  “I don’t deserve it,” said Joseph quietly.

  “Perhaps not, but then I don’t deserve to be marrying someone as special and kind-hearted as your sister. I’m lucky. I didn’t lose my parents at sixteen. You may have turned out differently but for that carriage accident. I’ve done enough things in my life that I’m not proud of.”

  “I don’t know, Eastden. It’s a very generous offer.”

  “Don’t be a damned fool, Thornwich. We all know farming is hard these days. If your land becomes worthless, Chetfern land loses value too.” He turned to Gabriella and scowled. “Stop looking at me like that. This is business, nothing more. And Thornwich, put that damned marriage licence back in the drawer where you found it.” With that Nick stomped out of the room, leaving brother and sister alone in the study together.

  Joseph turned shining eyes on Gabriella and she choked back tears.

  “I’m so sorry, Gabs.”

  She nodded as a big tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. “I know,” she managed.

  “Do you want me to walk you down the aisle? I would understand if you sent me to the devil.”

  “You are the only thing I have left of father and mother. All I ever wanted was for you to care, Joseph.”

  He moved slowly then wrapped her in a hug, his large frame enveloping her, his tears dripping onto her hair.

  Nick paced across the drawing room again. What was taking them so long? Was that brother of hers trying to talk her out of marrying him? He should not have left her alone with him but, at the same point, she needed to mend the relationship she had with her brother in her own way. And besides, he could not take that look she was giving him as if he was some kind of Christmas angel.

  Had it not been for Nick, Gabriella’s life may have been very different. His own mother would probably have sponsored her come out. Thornwich would probably not have been such a prize ass and possibly neither would he have been. His own father would have taught Gabby’s brother to manage his estate and how to enjoy life but enjoy it responsibly just as he did.

  He heard the front door slam and hurried to the window to see Thornwich swing himself easily up onto his horse, the snow already settling on top of his hat.

  The fast padding of her slippers over the parquet flooring alerted him to her presence, then her arms were around his waist as she too watched her brother ride down the private road.

  “I hope he shall be all right in all this snow.”

  “He’s safer on horseback than in a carriage,” Nick said. “Is everything all right between you two?”

  “Well, we have some way to go but I think we made a start towards some kind of brother-sister relationship. He is returning to Thornwich then he and Edna are coming straight here so that he will not miss the wedding. Will that be all right?”

  “Yes. I’ll let the servants know. And what about the marriage licence?”

  “Back in the drawer as you asked. Nick, he plans to follow your lead and start again. He wants to make a go of Thornwich estate. He says he will pay you back as soon as the estate starts making money.”

  “There really is no need, but he and I can sort that out sometime in the future.”

  “Nick?” Her voice had turned coquettish.

  “Yes.”

  “Do married people only…you know…at night?”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Because when we were out in the woods yesterday, it was daytime.”

  “And?”

  “Well I know we did not do the act but had we been married might we have?”

  “Yes, we might have.”

  “So it can be done during the day.”

  “Yes.”

  “Could it be done now?”

  “If we were married, yes it could.”

  She nodded. He frowned. Where was she going with this?

  “And if we were married, would you want to? Now?”

  Was it reassurance? And if so, reassurance of what? Reassurance that he wanted her or reassurance that he would not be pouncing on her at every opportunity?

  He strode over and closed the drawing room doors. If anyone walked in, they would find them talking… or at worst kissing. Nothing more. He was not going to debauch her on the drawing room chaise, much though he wanted to. He moved back and sat down beside her on the chaise.

  “Men have needs and ladies have needs too, but men seem to have more frequent needs,” he started. “Men can be aroused throughout the day even sometimes when they are not thinking about ladies with whom they want to couple. Sometimes we wake up aroused without dreaming of anything we desire. So yes, at this time of day we may want to couple and we may choose to. You may want to bed me or vice versa at any time of the day or night. Sometimes propriety will mean it cannot happen, sometimes one or other of us will not want to because we are tired or ill. But know this—you can always refuse and I will not complain and whether I am I bedding you or not I find you beautiful and charming and enticing.”

  “Nick, you do not have to say such things. I know the truth.”

  He gritted his teeth and smoothed the back of his fingers down the cheek with her birthmark.

  “Oh no, Gabby, you do not know the truth. You don’t know that when I am not with you I have conversations in my head with you where I try to make you laugh just so I can see you smile. Your eyes shine and you light up the room when you laugh. You make my heart leap out my chest when I see you. When we are in a room, I want to be near enough to smell the lavender soap that you use or to feel the warmth of your body or the brush of the hem of your skirts against my ankle. But no other woman would do, Gabriella. Only you. And I wish I could take back what I said all those years ago. I’m sorry for hurting you and for the pain I caused our families. I do hope that one day you can forgive me.”

  Gabriella smiled.

  “I already forgave you, Nick, but you need to forgive yourself. What you did today has more than made up for the strawberry jam remark. It is time to move on.”

  Nick felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He gathered her in his arms and sank back against the armrest of the chaise, enjoying the feel of her head against his chest. They remained there for a long time, just listening to the other breathe, happy to be in one another’s company.

  Yes, he wanted to drag her up his body and impale her on his hard flesh but he was just as content to lie here and enjoy her silent company.

  Besides, there was only twenty-four hours left.

  Chapter 11

  Nick looked over the drawing room and caught the brown gaze of his wife, who bit her lip shyly and sent a spear of need straight to his groin. She looked stunning in a white satin gown with a silver overdress embroidered with glistening rosebuds. Her hair had been curled up off her face in an elaborate coif and hot house flowers had been laced strategically between the locks. He noticed someone had powdered her cheek to mask the birthmark that still seemed to cause her so much distress. He grimaced internally. She had no need to hide it, but he unde
rstood why she did it nonetheless.

  She was talking to her sister-in-law and pointing out the window where another heavy fall of snow was currently in progress. Joseph and Edna had arrived the night before along with the rest of their guests, fearing that the inclement weather would prevent them from attending the nuptials. The woman had seemed to have a personality change in the length of time it had taken Thornwich to go home, pack and come back. She had been most pleasant at dinner. Perhaps Thornwich’s new leaf extended to his marriage. Nick hoped so because he saw potential in Edna and the women seemed to be getting on well. Also Edna now had her rival for the staff’s affections out of her house. That had to be a relief. He understood there was often jealousy when a new mistress arrived.

  “Thank you, Eastden, for everything.” Nick turned to find his brother by marriage watching Edna and Gabriella chuckling at something Nick’s young cousin Jack was doing. The three-year-old was rolling around on the floor and singing. Nick did not want to know what the child was up to.

  Nick raised his brandy glass. “To new beginnings.”

  “Aye, to new beginnings.”

  Gabriella curtseyed to her partner, an elderly uncle of her new husband, and drew in a deep breath. The impromptu dancing in the large drawing room had delighted her. A number of servants with varying degrees of musicality were coerced into playing, the rugs were rolled back and furniture pushed against the wall.

  This set of country dances had been particularly lively and Gabriella was completely out of breath. She walked over to the chaise where Nick sat alone, nursing a brandy. He could not have been there for long because he had been talking to the vicar when this set had begun.

  “Oh, Nick, be a dear and fetch me a drink, please.”

  “No.”

  She turned to him, aghast. Had he just refused to get a lady a drink? And his own wife at that?

  “Nick? What…” He leaned close and his breath tickled the hairs falling out of her coif near her ear.