The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance (22 page)

Charlotte gasped at who was standing there in
the gloomy doorway and how casually he was attired. He was dressed
in just a shirt and breeches, his neck shockingly bare. The top
buttons of the shirt were open revealing the smooth brown skin of
his collarbone, but his chin was freshly shaven, his hair neat and
slicked back and there was a big, delighted grin on his handsome
face.

“Eddie!” she said. “But where's the
butler?”

Ignoring her question he reached out and
pulled her inside, quickly closing the door behind her and redoing
all the bolts.

It was dark in the unlit hallway and she
stood stock still listening to Johnson's breathing as he secured
the door. He turned to her and said very close to her ear, “Most of
the servants have gone. It was the scandal you see. They didn't
want to be associated with it.”

Of course Charlotte had heard about Rafe
jilting his bride at the altar. It was all anyone could talk about
for weeks. Sophie's father had banned any mention of it at Langham
House, but the servants had whispered the details when they went
about their work and Charlotte had so longed to know how he was.
And now she was here, although not for information only.

“
Why are you here Charlotte?”
Johnson asked, his finger
catching hold of a lock of hair that had escaped her tight chignon.
“I've missed you, you know.”

She could feel her eyes pricking with tears
and was grateful it was far too dark for him to see.

“
His Lordship has missed you too,” he
added. 

Oh, this was too much. She had not expected
kindness and courtesy, and certainly not from Johnson who was
usually so distant and pragmatic. He still smelled of spice and
cheroots she realised as his lips brushed her forehead.

“
Where is he? Is he here?”
she asked.

He turned to light a candle that stood on a
nearby table, then taking her hand he led the way up the dark
stairs and along a corridor. Opening a door, he led her inside.

The room was large with a high ceiling and
lit brightly by candles. The bed was huge with a red velvet canopy
and in the centre of rumpled white sheets lay Rafe's naked form,
his back broad and softly glowing in the candlelight, his buttocks
barely covered. 

“
Is he alright?”
she cried.

Johnson placed the candle on a sideboard.
“Yes, don't worry, he's just asleep,” he laughed softly and sitting
on the bed he lay a hand on Rafe's shoulder. Rafe muttered
something in his sleep and turned over. He was still beautiful,
Charlotte thought, and then noticed the beard on his chin and the
length of his dark hair.

He stretched and opened his eyes, looking
straight at Johnson and smiling that lazy grin that she had thought
about so often.

“
Hello,” he said. “
Where have you been? Come back to
bed.”

Johnson merely said gently, “We have a
visitor.”

Rafe's sleepy eyes managed to look past
Johnson and opened wide as he saw Charlotte. He sat upright, the
sheet slipping away from him. “Charlotte!” he said in amazement.
“Is it really you?”

“
Yes,”
she stammered, stunned both by what he had said to his
valet and his naked beauty.

Johnson stood up. “I'll leave you
alone,”
he said and
swiftly exited the room.

“
Come here Charlotte,” Rafe said. “Let me
see you.”

She wobbled towards the bed on unsteady legs,
unable to take her eyes off him. She had thought Johnson was
physically perfect, but Rafe was every bit as beautiful and her
brain seemed to have completely stopped functioning in the glare of
his unabashed nudity. 

“Come closer,” he said. “Come and sit next to
me.”

She did as he asked, her trembling hands
folded in her lap as she perched on the side of the bed. He
laughed, with an impossibly sexy huskiness. 

“
Oh Charlotte, why so shy?” and he moved
towards her, his heat coming closer and closer and she felt his
lips settle on the bare skin of her nape. “God, I've missed you,”
he said and suddenly she found herself flat on her back with his
hands pulling out her pins and his lips covering her face with hot
kisses, his knee pressing between her legs.

“
Oh, Rafe,”
she moaned under him as her hands roamed over his
bare back, feeling the tight muscles beneath silky smooth
skin. 

He was efficiently stripping her of her
clothes, peeling off her dress, unhooking her corset, sliding her
stockings down her legs and before she could regain her senses it
was too late and she was lying before him naked and his hands were
pushing her thighs apart and his hot tongue was inside her.

She threw back her head and moaned as he
suckled on her sensitive folds, his fingers joining the delicious
torture, pumping in and out of her as he watched her face avidly
and smiled as she came apart.

She fell asleep in his arms, as she attempted
to remember why she was here. It could wait, she thought drowsily,
there was no hurry.

Charlotte woke later to find Johnson pulling
off his breeches, his chest already bare. He held his finger over
his lips and shushed her, then lifting the sheet got into bed
beside her and tucking his hands under his cheek, grinned at
her.

She could feel Rafe's sleeping form pressed
against her back and hardly dared breathe.

“
What are you doing?”
she hissed.

He placed his hand on her waist and ran it up
to her breast which he caressed and then rubbed his thumb over her
nipple. Charlotte gritted her teeth. She couldn't move in fear of
waking Rafe, and Johnson's touch was causing all kinds of unwanted
reactions in her loins.  

“
He'll wake up,”
she whispered, biting back a groan as Johnson's
wicked finger trailed down her belly towards her pubic
hair. 

Her hips involuntarily bucked and she
heard Rafe's sleep drenched voice say, “He's already
awake.”

But Johnson just stayed where he was,
seemingly unconcerned, his dark eyes amused at Charlotte's
discomfort. Rafe's head lifted and rested on Charlotte's shoulder.
“Tell me I'm not dreaming,” he said.

“
You're not dreaming,”
Johnson said, his grin becoming broader
and dirtier, and then he leant forward and took Charlotte's lips
with his, her gasp of shocked swallowed by his hot mouth feeding on
hers.

Charlotte felt Rafe's hands caress her bottom
and then move over her hips to join Johnson's so their fingers were
intertwined and she couldn't tell whose fingers were pushing inside
her, wetness already leaking onto her thighs as Johnson's hungry
mouth continued to plunder hers.

Then she felt the thick head of Rafe's
cock pressing between her thighs and she gasped, “Oh yes!” as he
pushed inside her.

Johnson pulled his mouth away from hers to
lean back and watch them fucking, the fascinated arousal on his
face driving Charlotte to moan and push back against Rafe,
encouraging him to drive deeper, which he did, taking hold of her
hips and furiously hammering his hard cock into her, faster and
faster. Her attention was suddenly caught by Johnson's thick cock,
lying angry and purple on his belly so she reached out, took him in
her hand and stroked him firmly until they were all coming together
in a cacophany of moans and fountains of cum splashing the
sheets.

When Charlotte returned from the water
closet, she found Rafe and Johnson lying on their sides facing each
other, Johnson trailing a finger across Rafe's bottom lip and she
was suddenly struck by a revelation. That was the connection that
she and Eddie Johnson shared! Rafe was the connection. They both
loved Rafe and had done for quite some time. Her hand automatically
strayed to her stomach, slightly
more taught and rounder than it used to be. If
only she knew which of them was the father.

Chapter 33

The Earl
Leaves

In which our regency rake turns his back on
society.

The Earl of Langham stood transfixed in the
doorway of his own bedroom gazing at the magnificent man lying
naked in tangled white sheets, his sheets. Thin shafts of winter
sunlight eased through the tiny gap in the curtains and caressed
his flawless skin. His black hair curled enticingly on the pillow,
and his dark eyelashes fluttered. He looked so young and innocent
that Rafe's heart gave a great heave. Then his erstwhile valet
spoilt the illusion by stretching in his sleep, and possessively
cupping the small breast of the girl that lay beside him. She
opened her eyes and seeing the large hand caressing her, promptly
turned round, shoved her own hand under the sheet and grabbed hold
of what appeared to be, as far as Rafe could make out, a sizeable
erection.

Johnson groaned deliciously and without even
opening his eyes, he grabbed the girl by the back of the head and
pushed her down his taught stomach to where her hand was curled
round his thick shaft, now revealed in all its considerable glory.
As her lips closed around him, he opened his eyes and looked
straight at Rafe.

His voice was rough with sleep as he said,
“I told her to stay away, but...” and he looked down at where the
girl was enthusiastically devouring his cock.

Rafe hardly failed to notice that Johnson did
not exactly look contrite, his full lips curling up into a
self-satisfied smile as Lola continued to ignore Rafe's presence.
He looked like the proverbial cat that had got the cream, a very
large and pampered tomcat. Rafe could hardly blame the girl. If he,
the wicked Earl of Langham, could not resist Eddie Johnson, a
teenaged whore was hardly going to have the resolve to keep away
from the blasted man. Blazes, he hated him sometimes.

“
Stop scowling,”
Johnson said, biting back a moan, “And take your
clothes off.”

Half an hour later all three of them lay
naked in tangled sheets, legs and arms entwined, goose bumps
appearing on cooling skin.

“
The fire needs stoking,” Rafe complained,
attempting to shrug the slumped Lola off his chest.

“
And I suppose you want me to do it,”
Johnson said looking up from the bottom of the bed where somehow he
had ended up. He looked impossibly sexy with mussed hair and his
morning beard, and Rafe's cock stiffened despite having been
recently sucked to shuddering release by both Lola and Johnson. It
stiffened even further as Johnson struggled off the bed and
sauntered naked over to the fire, his tight arse flexing
temptingly.

“
So?”
he asked as he prodded at the coals. “How did it
go?”

“
Badly,”
Rafe said, finally managing to roll Lola off and
swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “My uncle refused to
see me. I spoke briefly to Sophie but she was worried about
upsetting her father.”

“Did you see Charlotte?”

“
No,”
Rafe said quietly, raking his hands through his hair. “I
think she may no longer be at Langham House. I'm terribly afraid we
have lost her.”

Johnson turned round, surprised at the use
of ‘we’. “Maybe its for the best,” he said. “She wouldn't want to
be associated with the likes of us. The scandal would ruin her
reputation forever.”

“
I have a feeling that our Miss Kemp is no
stranger to scandal.”

“
Try not to worry, Rafe,”
Johnson said, an unusual tone
of tenderness in his voice. “Charlotte will be fine wherever she
is. She's made of strong stuff.”

“
When did I give you permission to call me
by my first name?” Rafe asked sternly.

A broad smile spread across Johnson's face
as he stood up and faced Rafe, the full extent of his naked beauty
now on show. Taking a step towards him he said in the sex soaked
voice he knew made Rafe hard, “I don't think you did, my Lord,” and
he took another step closer, and he whispered, “Are you going to
punish me?”

Rafe's balls were throbbing violently all of
a sudden and he reached out and taking Johnson's wrist pulled him
onto the bed.

A wild curly head shot up and two hooded
brown eyes took in the sight of the glorious naked men wrestling on
the bed next to her. “Oh goodie!” Lola cried, opening her legs and
fingering her suddenly wet pussy. “Two hard cocks all for
me!”

Once his despairing lust had been stated, the
Earl of Langham declared once again that Lola must stay away, and
this time Johnson obeyed his decree. No matter how much Johnson
liked fucking the energetic Lola, he could see how Rafe was
suffering and he was not as insensitive as he sometimes seemed. He
now knew that he loved Rafe, as much as he had ever loved anyone,
and he would do anything to make him happy, even stay confined with
him in his big empty townhouse doing the job of eight servants and
quite often, a wife. Luckily it was a miserable winter and it was
no sacrifice to stay indoors, usually naked in bed with a fire
roaring to keep them warm and Rafe's tender touch making up for the
lack of other company. They had created quite an idyll for
themselves out of the misery. Both of them knew it could not last
forever, but it was sweet comfort for the time being.