by Goldie
GOLDIE AND THE THREE BEHRS
Harris Channing
EROTIC ROMANCE
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HARRIS CHANNING
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Chapter 1
England, May 1819
Once upon a time…
“Whatcha say, love?” Joseph asked, his cock pressing so hard against his breeches he wondered if any of the fellows in the pub could see it. Damn but he needed relief.
“I don’t know, sir.” The buxom wench smiled. She was a comely girl with red hair and breasts that could feed triplets. His mouth watered.
Taking her hand, he dragged her down the narrow, darkened hall. With hardly anyone in the tavern, he could have his way with her six different times before the drunkards even finished their pints.
She giggled, but thankfully, no words of protest popped from those full, painted lips. Pressing her against the wall, he pushed up her tattered skirts, praying for no bloomers.
“My lord,” she mumbled, and he grinned. It was his lucky day. No bloomers, just warm, smooth legs. With an eagerness that belied his experience, he ran his finger over the hair that covered her cunt before plunging it deep inside her. She was dripping wet and ready to receive him. He licked his lips.
“You want me? It’s going to cost you,” she mumbled as she ground her hips against his hand.
He buried his face in her neck, devouring the delicate skin like the animal he felt himself becoming. “What’s your price?” he growled.
Her breath caught in her throat. “A gown. I want a new gown.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” He freed his fingers, and, reaching around, grabbed tight to her buttocks and squeezed. His fingers dug into the soft flesh with such ferocity that she whimpered
“I’m worth it. But to find out, you must give me your word.”
She boldly stroked his cock, and he shuddered. “Aye. We have a deal.”
“Good. Now show me what you have to offer me, my lord.” She unfastened his breeches and held the length of him in her hand. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her cool fingers against his steaming shaft.
“Really, Joseph?”
The sound of his brother’s voice washed over him like ice water. With a groan, his erection softened, and his temper hardened. Edmund, the dandy, stood three feet from him, his face a mask of priggish disgust.
“What do you want?” Joseph asked, pushing his prick back into his breeches. “Why didn’t you just turn and walk the other way?”
“Because, you’re further sullying the Behr name…not to mention the fact that we’re new to this bucolic little town. Must you soil everything?”
The barmaid rushed toward the pub, her eyes downcast. Edmund’s superiority rankled Joseph more than his eldest brother’s devotion to duty and honor. He pointed toward the wench. “Soil that? That was soiled a long time ago. I was just adding my seed to the mix.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “If you play your cards right, she may just let you fuck her, too.”
“Cards? You’re fucking her for cards? I highly doubt that. How much of that yearly allowance did the creature want for her goodies?” Edmund retorted.
“You need to grow up and stop judging me for giving in to my urges. I know you give in to yours.”
Edmund’s jaw tightened. “William is on the village green. He wants you to come immediately. He knew you were up to no good.”
Joseph smirked. “Yes, well, all of us can’t be like William, now can we? All strength and righteousness. To hell with him.” He stalked toward Edmund, poking him in the chest so hard that the slighter man stumbled back. “And to hell to you, you sniveling little prig.”
* * * *
“Do you see that one?” William said, pointing toward the maiden with the brightest golden hair Joseph had ever seen. The sight of the woman laughing amongst a half dozen other young ladies of the village and his manhood hardened. He immediately pictured all of them naked, frolicking not in the bright spring sunshine but in the silver moonlight. Oh, it would be carnal heaven, he mused.
As the blonde woman danced around the Maypole, he determined that he’d bed her the first chance he got and any chance he got.
“Aye,” Joseph replied breathlessly, leaning his back against the base of an oak at the edge of the green.
“She’s got the face of an angel,” William replied, joining Joseph on the ground. “I wouldn’t mind waking up with those blue eyes smiling at me every morn for the rest of my life.”
The familiar pang of jealousy sprouted full grown in Joseph’s gut. To be sure, if William wanted the fair-haired damsel, h
e’d have her. William got everything he wanted and more.
“Not so fast. Who is her father?”
William’s mouth dipped into a frown. “Sir Herbert Locksley.”
“Ah, the daughter of a lowly baronet. Not for the likes of you, Marquess, soon to be Duke of Worthington.”
William scowled. “I know. But a man can dream of beauty even though his reality is one of horses dressed in silk.”
Joseph grinned. “I, on the other hand, being the youngest, have no need to marry brood mares of good breeding. I can marry whomever I want, and Father wouldn’t give two figs.”
“So, you see the golden girl, and you decide that she is the one for you? What if she has the voice of a harridan?”
Joseph glanced her way and ran his fingers through his hair. Her yellow curls were simply the crowning glory. Every bit he could see of her was glorious in form. Small waist, ample bosoms, and if the pale pink dress covered thick ankles and heavy thighs, so be it. Parting them, he was sure he’d still find heaven. “I’ll wrap her mouth in gauze.”
William chuckled. “Not a bad plan, but the lady might protest.”
“Then I’ll spank what I’m certain is a glorious arse.”
“You’re a hard-hearted man.” William was again looking at the woman, his gray eyes filled with admiration. “That girl is someone to be cherished.”
“Then I’ll do that, too,” Joseph said, standing. “I think I’ve found my wife.”
William leaned back against the tree. “Best make sure it’s all right with her.”
Joseph smiled down at his brother. “How could she possibly say no to all of this?”
William lifted a skeptical brow. “How indeed?”
* * * *
“Come into the shade,” Lottie said breathlessly and tugged on Goldie’s arm, her freckled face alive with an excited blush.
“I rather like the sun. And others are about to dance. Don’t you want to watch?” Goldie replied, her attention focused on the Maypole. They had done a fine job of their weave, the colorful ribbons vivid against the pale blue sky.
“No,” she grumbled, pulling Goldie beneath the branches of a small tree. “Now look who finds shade under the massive oak.”
Goldie’s gaze came to rest on a pair of finely dressed gentlemen.
“That’s Lord Joseph Behr and his brother, William. William is the Marquess of Blackwood,” Lottie informed. “My sister met their maid at the haberdashers on Monday while picking up Father’s new hat. It’s a fine hat. He thinks he’ll put a feather in it.”
“Get back to the boys…your father’s hat? He can eat it,” Mary grumbled as she struggled to find a place beneath the tree.
Lottie glared at Mary for a moment before a new wave of excitement illuminated her face. “She said Lord Blackwood is the one to latch on to as he’s the eldest and gets most everything. They’re here, visiting their latest acquisition. They bought the Dunbar Estate. Can you imagine?”
Goldie continued to peruse the newcomers, hoping the gentlemen didn’t realize they were the topic of such lusty conversation.
“I think Blackwood is so handsome,” Mary gushed, sliding her hand around Goldie’s other arm. “Just look at that dark hair.”
“I don’t know,” Lottie said, biting her lower lip. “I rather fancy Joseph. Look at his eyes. They’re true blue, and being the younger, he is far more likely to settle on one of us.”
But Goldie’s gaze continued to rest upon the eldest brother. William was by far the more pleasing. Bigger, stronger, with finer features, and the most beautiful set of lips she’d ever seen a man possess. Lips that had her licking her own in want of a kiss.
Suddenly, his gaze met hers. A sly smile lifted the corners of his mouth, and he gave a small nod in greeting.
Heat shot to Goldie’s face. She jerked her attention away, feigning interest in the new set of dancers who graced the field. Yet the hammering of her heart drowned out the rhythmic pounding of the musician’s drums. Dear Lord, he had seen her. He must think her a silly half-wit.
But what did it matter what he thought? What mattered is what her mother would say if she knew her daughter longed to kiss a man so far above her station. She’d no doubt berate her and tell her to keep her eyes on her own kind. Despite her being a woman and him being a man, that was where the compatibility ended. She could see her mother shaking her head, hear her scolding words. No, no Goldie. He’s much too rich for your blood. His family would never agree.
“Yes, well, I doubt either one will stroll our way and fall madly in love with any one of us.”
“Goldie, you’re so beautiful and kind,” Mary whispered. “I’ve no doubt that if you were to be introduced to them, both William and Joseph would ask your father for your hand.”
Goldie chuckled. “Silly girl.”
“There’s a third, too, you know. The Lord Edmund Behr,” Lottie remarked. “The maid says he’s an odd duck.”
“Odd duck? Probably dafter than a brush,” Mary whispered.
“How could you possibly know that?” Goldie asked, but her question hung in the air, answered only by Lottie’s squeal.
“My word. Look who’s coming this way!”
Goldie slid a glance in the direction of the oak, her stomach plummeting. Joseph walked toward them, his intense gaze set directly on her. Again, the heat of a blush inched its way on to her cheeks. Yes, his eyes were blue, but the trueness of them escaped her. He seemed sneaky, like a fox in a henhouse. And with the clucking of her friends, she had no doubt that either one of them would willingly dangle from his sharp teeth at the slightest invitation.
He removed his hat and offered them a curt bow, a strand of reddish-brown hair falling across his forehead. “Ladies.”
“My lord,” Lottie replied breathlessly.
The threesome dipped their knees in curtsies. Mary’s portly form crashed into Goldie and very nearly toppled her over, much like a domino on a rickety table. Off balance, she stumbled back.
As Joseph reached out to catch her, his hand grazed the tip of her breast, the sensation of his touch sending an unexpected chill coursing through her body. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a brief moment, everyone but him disappeared.
“Goldie! I’m sorry. Are you all right?” Mary whispered, bringing her from her eerie trance.
“Yes, I’m well,” she replied, attempting to pull free of his grip. He held fast, his hand warm and strong.
“What of you?” Joseph asked, his gaze shifting to Mary. “Are you all right, my dear?”
Mary’s round face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Yes, my lord. Thank you.”
“Very good.” He nodded toward Goldie. “I do beg your pardon. I just didn’t wish to see you fall and soil your lovely gown.”
“Of course.” She refused to meet his gaze, instead looking down at the soft folds of her pink linen gown.
“What’s your name?” he persisted, dropping his hand yet taking a step closer, so close she could smell the sweet scent of his cologne. She looked up. He stood a full head above her, and with the nearness of him, she could see the dark stubble on his chin, feel the warmth of his body. She stepped back, anxious to be away. He was too forward. And the way he looked at her…
“Her name is Goldie Locksley,” Lottie blurted out.
Oh, when they were alone, she was going to get a good smack.
His eyes took on a sparkle as they came to rest on her. “Goldie? What a wonderful name, and so appropriate.”
“My real name is Georgina,” she admitted, trying to keep eye contact but finding it increasingly difficult.
“No, no. I prefer Goldie,” he said, his voice taking on a softer, more personal tone, as if they were long-lost friends. “It is truly an apt name for someone blessed with angel’s hair.”
“You are too kind,” she said, stepping back farther still, her lungs suddenly tight. He made her dreadfully uncomfortable. “These are my friends, Mary and Lottie.”
He offe
red each a passing glance. “Pleasure.” But as soon as the word had past his lips, he turned his attention to her, his gaze bold as he ogled her form. Oh, but he was a nasty fellow. Definitely a bear in search of honey. “Is your father here, by chance?”
“Sir Locksley?” Mary chimed in. “He just left for the public house. He said he needed to wet his whistle.”
Yes, Mary was going to get a good smack, too.
“Thank you. I hope to see you again very soon, Goldie Locksley.”
She offered a stiff nod and wondered why the statement filled her with anxiety.
“Good day, ladies.”
The threesome turned to watch him leave, and despite her misgivings about the man, Goldie had to admit he cut a fine form in his long coat and top hat. Yet she couldn’t help but think he was a wolf dressed in wool.
* * * *
“Damn it,” Joseph muttered under his breath. It had taken all his strength not to grab hold of the girl and ravage her on the spot. Dear God what would it be like to deflower her beneath the Maypole? Ah, what a fantasy. He imagined her pale legs parting, of wrapping her hands in ribbon as he slid his hard prick into her moist folds.
He shook his head in an attempt to remove her visage from his mind and to keep from climaxing in his breeches. There would be time to relieve himself after he planted the matrimonial seed in Miss Locksley’s father’s head.
Turning the corner toward the public house, he hoped he was lucky enough to keep his jacket closed to hide his throbbing cock.
“Blast,” he muttered, spying the barmaid leaving the tavern, her red hair flashing copper in the midday sun. She was the receptacle in which he planned to empty himself. At the sight of her ample breasts pressing against the bodice of her tattered brown gown, he realized the baronet would have to wait, for his pleasure would not.
Coming up on the petite woman, he slipped his arm possessively around her waist. “Where are you off to?”
She giggled and squirmed in his embrace. “My lord, you certainly are familiar with a lady.”
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Where are you going, and would you mind some company?”
