The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance (8 page)

But it wasn’t
enough. He still wasn’t satisfied. His cousin’s governess had
invaded his thoughts to such an extent that he felt that he
wouldn’t be satisfied until he had fucked every whore in town.

A blonde and a
brunette he asked for, so he could have the complete collection. It
was going to cost him an arm and a leg but he didn’t care. He
wanted to fuck all night and try and get this damnable frustration
out of his system. The brunette was new and looking very pleased
about this engagement. Her eyes were on his cock and she was
already removing the skimpy underclothes she had on. The blonde was
a long time employee of Bella’s. One of her best. Rafe had had the
pleasure of his muscular body many times before, and his eyes were
on Rafe’s cock as he stroked his own impressive tackle in his big
fist.

“And what is
your pleasure tonight?” the blonde asked in his sexy voice as he
rubbed his thumb over the head of his rapidly hardening shaft.

“We’ll play it
by ear,” Rafe said. “Anything goes.” And he meant it. He was
prepared to do anything tonight. He needed to fuck his brains out,
fuck that teasing Governess right out of his head.

The redhead was
still recovering from the earth shattering orgasm he had given her
so he left her slumped on the bed and grabbed for the brunette,
helping her to remove her corset, his hands caressing her curves,
his fingers dipping into her shaved slit.

“Come here,” he
said to the blonde. “Play with her tits while I finger her.”

The brunette
was already wet, his fingers slid into her easily as the blonde
pulled her against his hard chest and cupped her breasts in his
hands, pinching her nipples and making her moan. Rafe thrust inside
her and could feel her honey running over his hand as the blonde
pushed his rigid cock against her bottom. The brunette wailed and
gyrated her hips around Rafe’s fingers making him grin. He loved it
when he could get these whores off. It was a matter of pride that
they never had to fake it with him. He reached around her and took
hold of the blonde’s cock with his free hand and stroked it
hard.

“Fuck,” he
said. “I’m ready to shoot my load again already,” and looking up at
the blonde, he said, “Let’s both do her. She looks like she needs
to be fucked by two big cocks.”

And the blonde
grinned lazily and immediately lay down on the bed, his cock
standing almost upright, the head swollen and purple. “Come here,
Lilly,” he said. “Come and ride me,” and as the brunette eagerly
straddled him, Rafe got a glorious view of her peachy backside
lowering onto the Blonde’s big prick. They looked like they had
done this before, and enjoyed it.

As the brunette
started to slide up and down the blonde’s thrusting shaft, both of
them moaning, Rafe located the bottle of oil Bella always left in a
convenient place. He poured a generous amount into his palm, his
eyes never leaving the sight of the thick cock thrust into the
brunette’s stretched pussy lips. He slicked the oil over his own
shaft, so hard now it pointed from his body at a sharp angle.

He reached out
and murmuring, “Be still for a moment,” took hold of the brunette’s
soft cheeks and spreading them apart slicked oil over her puckered
hole, pushing his thumb a little way in and making her squirm onto
the blonde’s throbbing prick. The blonde groaned deep and loud with
the effort of holding still and then Rafe pressed the head of his
cock against the brunette’s tight hole and pushed. He slipped in
surprisingly easy and there they were, two cocks buried deep inside
one girl who had started to pant furiously and grip the blonde’s
thick biceps tightly.

“That feels so
good,” she cried. “Thrust a little and I’m going to come.”

Rafe pulled out
a few inches and then rammed into her with a grunt, and at the same
time the blonde grabbed hold of her hips and rocked into her pussy.
She gave a keening scream as she broke apart, her puckered hole
spasming round Rafe’s cock making him slam into her wildly.

Then suddenly
he felt a warm body against his back and a hand resting on his
clenching arse cheeks. It was the redhead and she was pushing her
oil-slicked finger into his arsehole. His entire body froze and
then he felt as if he had been thrown over a cliff as his cock
exploded, firing out blazing hot streams of molten lava into the
brunette’s bowels, shouting unintelligible words as the cum kept
shooting out of him.

When his head
had cleared he managed to ease out of her, his cock still hard and
with the stimulus of her tight muscles sliding against him, he
pumped out one last glob of cum which dripped thickly down his
shaft and dripped onto the floor.

Chapter
13

The Governess Swoons

In which the
governess comes face to face with her past.

Two weeks
later, Charlotte found herself in London, accompanying Sophie and
the boys on a mission to order new clothes.

She was alone
in the Langham's townhouse when a visitor called. When the butler
told her his name, her heart almost stopped beating and she was
gripped with a cold panic, a sensation Charlotte had not felt since
she had been under Randall's so-called protection.

Somehow, she
managed to walk to the library on legs so weak they barely held her
up. He was standing by the fireplace examining the antique clock on
the mantelpiece and for a moment he ignored her presence. Then he
turned and fixed her with a look devoid of any surprise, his eyes
cold and expectant.

“Mr Hooper,”
was all she managed to say and the sound of his name on her lips
for the first time in months sent shudders down her spine.

“Miss Kemp,” he
said, his mouth turning upwards in a predatory smile. “I heard you
had been employed by the Fairburns. Were you aware that I was their
solicitor?”

Of course she
was not aware. If she had been she would not be standing here right
now enduring his cold-blooded gaze.

“Come closer,”
he said. “Let me have a good look at you.”

She wanted to
turn and flee from the room, but she could feel her head swimming
and something pulled her towards him and she found herself standing
inches away from him, close enough for him to reach out and touch a
lock of her hair that had escaped her tidy bun.

“Randall was a
fool to let you go,” he said, his tongue snaking out and running
over the front row of his yellowing teeth. “He won't find another
as willing as you. At least, not one who will give herself
completely gratis.”

His hand shot
to her waist and he tugged her towards him. “How about reliving old
times and showing me that pretty cunt of yours,” and before
Charlotte could even register what was happening his hands were
pulling at her skirts, his hot pungent breath on her neck.

Her whole body
was rigid with panic as his sweaty touch grazed her thighs and then
there was the sound of the door opening and she looked towards it
to see Rafe standing there.

Now her breath
had stopped for an altogether different reason. She had forgotten
how magnificent he was. He was dressed more smartly than she had
ever seen him, in a rich blue tailcoat with shiny gold buttons and
tight tan breeches. His hair, however, was as dishevelled as ever,
his cheeks flushed, his thick lashed indigo eyes darkening by the
second. He seemed to take a moment to register the scene in front
of him and then he shot forward and Hooper's hands withdrew from
Charlotte's skirts and he leapt away from her. But Rafe was already
on an unstoppable trajectory, and with a look of terrifying
concentration, he lifted his fist and it met Hooper's jaw with a
sickening crunch.

Hooper slumped
to the floor with a groan, spitting blood from his split lip and
managing to gasp, “My God, my man! Was that totally necessary?”

“Get out,” Rafe
said in a low voice. “Get out before I hit you again.”

Charlotte
barely noticed Hooper depart. Before she could even take stock she
found herself in Rafe's arms, gazing up at his lovely angry face
and wanting to kiss his seething mouth more than anything in the
world. But his arms were stiff around hers and his mouth
unyielding.

“Charlotte,” he
said in a firm voice. “You're upset. We shouldn't...” but the sound
of her name on his lips was too much and she reached up and pressed
her mouth against his, opening up to him with a guileless and
genuine ardour.

His fingers
entwined in her hair, pulling it loose as he kissed her back
without restraint until she eventually pulled away from him and
gasped,  “Where have you been Rafe? I haven't seen you in
weeks.”

He looked down
at her with unfocused eyes and Charlotte drank in his beautiful
face and reaching up held him in her hands and trailed hungry
kisses over his rough jaw and down his sweet smelling neck. She
breathed in his spicy scent and little thrills of pleasure went all
the way to her toes. Oh how she had missed him!

“We
mustn't...we shouldn't...” she vaguely heard him murmuring but his
hands were on her waist and her hands were running through his
thick hair and she was pressing her full length against him wishing
their clothing would just mysteriously evaporate.

Then, suddenly,
a cool hand clamped over her wrist and his voice cut through the
spell. “What is your game, Miss?”

Charlotte drew
away from the heat of his body and looked up at a pair of
calculating blue eyes, no longer clouded with arousal. “Game? What
do you mean?”

“The last time
we were in this kind of compromising position, you stopped me and
told me you do not give yourself to, and I quote, ‘eligible men’”
Charlotte was relieved to see that even though his voice was cold,
there was still a hint of wry humour on his face. She could not
bring herself to answer him though. She didn't know what to say.
Damn her stupid resolutions and supposedly clever plans. Right now,
she would give anything to take back those words. Why on earth had
she lied to him? Of course she would give herself to him! She
wanted to right now! She wanted to give herself to him on this
library floor, willingly and repeatedly.

“What has
changed?” he said.

She looked up
at his quizzical eyebrow. “Nothing. I wasn't thinking straight. I
am not thinking straight,” and it was true. She was weak with
wanting him. “You came sweeping in here and you looked so....and
then you took a swing at that awful man and your face was so...and
I lost all thought.” His eyes swept over her face and she could
barely breathe but she managed to whisper, “You are the most
beautiful man I have ever met.”

“And you're not
trying to trap me?” and as he said the words his hands withdrew
from her waist.

Damn the man.
Why must he be so guarded and suspicious? Why couldn't he see that
she was burning up for him and he could have her right now, right
here? Charlotte's heartbeat was suddenly returning to normal and
her head was clearing. Did she really want to fall in love with
another man who had no heart?

“All I wanted
was you, right here and right now,” she said honestly, “and I
promise you there were no other thoughts in my head.” Then she
rested her hand on his chest and said, “I think you were right. We
shouldn’t be doing this.”

The look on his
face was almost gratifying. Something dark and stormy passed across
his eyes and he said in a low voice that went all the way to her
heated core, “I will have you.”

Despite the
fact that her heart had begun heavily thumping once again,
Charlotte managed to laugh softly and say, “You are terrified of
marriage, Lord Fairburn. I think it's best that you forget me and I
forget you.”

“And what if I
can't?” he asked, his voice cracking and Charlotte almost flung
herself into his arms with the relief that he still wanted her so
desperately.

But instead she
said, “You must at least try. I am sure you can have any woman in
the ton, and I have heard, many of the men too.” And with the
greatest of difficulty she turned and walked from the library,
leaving him slumped against the wall, deep in thought.

Her legs were
shaking as she ascended the stairs. This lie about looking for
marriage was becoming an onerous one. She didn't want marriage; she
wanted him. She wanted what his body could give her, and to lie
naked in his bed, but not marriage, definitely not marriage, most
emphatically not marriage. As she reached her room she stopped
rigid in front of the door. If she only wanted his body, why was
she not in his bed right now?

Chapter
14

The Earl is Surprised

In which the
tables are turned on our regency rake.

The Earl of
Langham's hand hurt. He would have thought that punching another
man in the face would be quite so painful? It clearly hurt the man
who had been hit, who was now sprawled on the library floor, blood
dripping from his nose, but Rafe had not expected to hurt himself.
His knuckles were bruised!

The Governess
stood limply by the fireplace staring at him with wide green eyes
as he wriggled his fingers and checked that they all still
worked.

“By God, my
man!” his Uncle’s solicitor spluttered from the floor through a
mouthful of blood. “Was that totally necessary?”

“Get out,” Rafe
said quietly. “Get out before I hit you again.”

No sooner had
the library door slammed, than the Governess was in his arms gazing
up at him through her tears. My God, he wanted to kiss her so badly
as he stared at her trembling lips, but for once in his life he
found himself reluctant to take advantage of a vulnerable
woman.