Rakes and Rogues

by Boyd, Heather

  A quick frown passed over her face, or maybe he imagined it, because in the next instant she was smiling. "Hugh, I wonder if I might ask a question."

  "Of course," he said without hesitation.

  "What exactly are we supposed to do?"

  He felt a moment's relief that his bride's elopements had not ended as many had assumed. His lips turned up in a smile, especially since Felicia did not duck her head or look away in embarrassment.

  "I could not very well ask Great-Aunt Aurore, for she is likely as unaware as I am, having remained unmarried for half a century."

  "You are at a disadvantage."

  "I thought to ask Julian—"

  Hugh wanted to reach for the wine goblet again. "Please tell me you jest."

  "I do not! Unfortunately Tony came in at just that moment and I did not care to discuss the topic with both of them present."

  He closed his eyes, muttering a silent thank you that her conversation had indeed been interrupted. In the next instant he realized what a godsend it was, this moment. She had no expectations for him to meet, so he could put her off a while longer, and she would be none the wiser.

  Yet a devil assured him they could surely enjoy themselves a small amount this evening, their wedding night.

  "Generally there is a great deal of kissing," he said, convinced he could withstand that much temptation. "And caressing."

  Felicia watched him carefully, as if trying to detect whether he was being truthful. She could not possibly know whether he had omitted anything, but just to be certain, he would distract her from further questions. He leaned towards her, putting one hand on either side of her on the bed.

  She closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to touch. He marveled at her beauty, and the passion just under the surface, and the way she stirred him, even when she had no idea she did.

  He pressed his lips to hers, and felt her sigh at the same time her arms curled around his neck. Her hands were tender and delicate, the way they smoothed over him. Her skin was so soft on his. He deepened the kiss, and she opened her mouth when he did, tangling her tongue with his. He wrapped his arms around her, nearly crushing her with his haste, but she did not complain. Instead she wriggled closer, pressing her breasts against his chest.

  He sat back, his breath ragged, and moved away slightly. She tilted her head, studying him, and then recommenced the caressing of his neck. He sighed. Her touch was pure heaven, easing his fears and concerns at once.

  "Come here," she said, her voice filled with comfort rather than seduction. He glanced up and saw the concern in her eyes.

  "I am fine," he said, attempting to sit up straighter to prove his words true.

  "I never said you were not. I still want you to come here."

  He smiled. "I have a termagant for a wife."

  "Indeed you do. What kind of wife do you expect a termagant husband to have?"

  She wiggled her fingers, silently instructing him to move towards her. He moved next to her, waiting to see what she had in mind. To his surprise, she motioned him to lie down on his side, his back facing her. He did so, and in the next instant, her cool hands were caressing him, kneading his shoulders, massaging a mountain of tension from his muscles.

  "You are filled with surprises," he mumbled.

  "You would be wise to remember that," she said with a laugh. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his ear, and he felt goose bumps rise on his skin, but it was more likely from her breasts pressing against him. He moved back a fraction, just to feel that delectable sensation once more. He heard her catch her breath. Then she began stroking his hair, weaving it through her fingers, soothing his temples.

  "Mmm," he said, though he meant to say something more meaningful, and coherent. But he was cocooned in bliss, feeling Felicia's hands all over his neck, driving out any thoughts other than peacefulness.

  He closed his eyes.

  ~ * ~

  "Hugh?"

  Felicia halted her fingers, listening to her husband's breathing. It was even, and rhythmic, as though—

  "You have fallen asleep!"

  She leaned back against the headboard, dazed. She was certain this was not the typical outcome of a wedding night. She reached to shake his shoulder. She was even more tempted to pinch him awake.

  At the last second she changed her mind.

  She slid down from the bed and slowly headed towards her own bedchamber. When she heard Hugh turn over, she spun around, her heart beating with hopefulness. He was in a very deep slumber, however, and did not know she was departing.

  She tiptoed back towards the bed and climbed in behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He mumbled something and pulled her arm tighter around him, sighing with genuine contentment.

  Felicia placed a kiss on his shoulder. It was a most unusual start to their marriage. She would just have to be patient, until Hugh realized he loved her. He thought her flighty and impetuous, and probably unreliable. She would just show him how wrong he was. She had the patience of a score of saints.

  Or at least she planned to.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Hugh yawned, and then stretched. He could not remember when he had last slept so well. He nuzzled the pillow, happier than he had been for the longest time, since before Felicia—

  He reached behind him, to pull her close again as he had last night. His hand patted the mattress, reaching further with each tap but not touching anything resembling his wife.

  His eyes shot open. He was alone in the bed.

  Yet he distinctly remembered Felicia in all her nightrail-clad glory, giving him the most peaceful moments he had ever experienced in her presence. Had he imagined her arms around him while he slept?

  Realization slammed into him. Dear Lord. He had fallen asleep. On his wedding night.

  This was much worse than his reckless wastrel days. He had become much too dull if he could not remain awake while a seductive woman was in his bed.

  Hugh tossed the bedcovers aside and strode to the connecting door. He knocked on it, smiling as he remembered the antics the previous evening to get the offending obstacle out of the way.

  And then once it was, and he had been surrounded by the most heavenly creature ever born. . .

  He had fallen asleep.

  Hugh shook his head. He would erase that monumental embarrassment from his life before anyone could learn of it.

  "Felicia?" He knocked once more. There was no answer, so he opened the door, slowly, so as not to startle her.

  The startling fact was she was not abed. He frowned and took a turn about the room, fascinated that her scent remained in the air, and most likely on the pillows, though he was not about to determine that for certain.

  His body was aching for her too much as it was. He did not need to torture himself further.

  Perhaps she was in the breakfast parlor. He hurried through his morning dress routine, and then loped down the stairs, his heart bouncing in the same rhythm.

  He could hardly wait to see Felicia. He prepared himself for a teasing setdown. In truth, he looked forward to it, just as he eagerly anticipated every one of their exchanges. He had never encountered a woman who stood toe-to-toe with him, knocking down his pretensions, and yet seeming to care for him so completely.

  "Felicia! Confound it, where are you?"

  He wheeled out of the empty breakfast parlor, the footmen scattering to get out of his way. "I am in a bit of a hurry," he said by way of explanation, and apology.

  "If I may, my lord," one of the young men offered, continuing to look straight ahead.

  "Yes?"

  Before the footman could answer, Haselton was clearing his throat to announce his presence. "Her ladyship is in the blue drawing room, my lord. With Lady Winbourne."

  "Lady Winbourne? Then where is—"

  "Right here," his friend answered, with an impossibly wide grin on his face. "Come, tell me about all the adventures you have had since our last visit."

  ~ * ~

&nbs
p; "So Lord Wastrel is leg-shackled at last." Simon chuckled as he made himself comfortable in the wing chair near the fireplace. "How have you found married life thus far?"

  "Since the wedding only took place yesterday morning, it has proved quite enjoyable." Hugh thought of the wedding night and exhaled heavily. "Though there were some difficulties last night."

  Simon's expression went from shocked to sympathetic in an instant. "It happens to every man at some point," he said. "Or so I have been told. I have never experienced it myself."

  "Nor have I!"

  Simon laughed. "I had begun to fear you were well and truly cursed."

  Hugh cuffed him on the shoulder. "I have had to wait much too long to do that."

  "I suppose you have earned it. And I am relieved you have not suffered with such issues." His grin widened. "Though with my bride, I almost wish it would occur, to permit me a moment to regain my strength."

  Hugh rolled his eyes. "You have such a droll way of extolling your prowess."

  Simon pretended he did not comprehend, hiding a yawn behind his hand. "I am merely sympathizing with your plight, while explaining my need for a short nap to restore my vigor. . ."

  Hugh waved him off. "I can see you are getting your revenge against me, for my lack of sympathy during your romantic woes."

  "Speaking of which, my apologies for missing your wedding."

  "I could say the same for yours. Only there was no time for you to extend a formal invitation, with you dashing off to Gretna the way you did."

  "Georgiana insisted, and I was not about to give her a chance to change her mind."

  "I believe that was the wisest choice," Hugh said with a laugh.

  "And it appears you have done things out of order as well." Simon shifted in his chair. "Pour me some of your excellent brandy, since I will need at least a glass, and maybe two, before I fully recover from the shock of learning you are a father. I nearly fainted when I heard the child calling you Papa."

  Hugh grinned as he poured them both a glass. "Fatherhood is the most entertaining and the most frightening venture I have ever embarked upon. It terrified me when Lucinda was first brought round. I was certain I would cause her to suffer some terrible calamity. Other than having me as her parent, of course."

  "Surely she can outlive that disgrace," Simon said drily.

  "It is a genuine concern! You know what my parents were like, chasing after scandal each day, as though it were the air they needed in order to breathe." He shuddered. "I do not want that sort of childhood for Lucinda. It was easy to reform my rakish behavior, for her sake. Although—"

  Simon's glass halted on its way to his mouth. "Yes?"

  "Now I wonder if I have gone too far the other direction. I scarce recognize myself some days."

  "It sounds as though we should discuss this problem you mentioned earlier."

  Hugh dropped his head into his hands. He did not want to see Simon's gleeful expression when he confessed. "I fell asleep. On my wedding night."

  "That is not so dreadful."

  Hugh lifted his head. "Yes, it is, because it was before—"

  Simon choked on his brandy. Hugh would have slapped him on the back to aid his recovery except Simon was grinning like a madman. "Where was Felicia?"

  Hugh couldn't halt another groan from escaping. "In bed. Beside me."

  "That rivals me being late to my own wedding." Simon clucked his tongue. "Who would have guessed Lord Wastrel would leave a woman unsated. In his own marriage bed no less."

  Hugh sat bolt upright. "I have never left a woman unsated. At least, not before last night."

  "Then how did this happen?"

  "Felicia has been chasing me for weeks, trying to convince me she loves me as the result of some family curse." At Simon's upraised eyebrows, Hugh added, "I shall tell you more of that later."

  "So Felicia chased you, and clearly caught you. It sounds as if she should be the one who was exhausted on her wedding night."

  Hugh growled at his friend. "I have spent these past weeks avoiding her, and this unruly passion of mine. I had planned to keep the door between our bedchambers bolted for several more weeks."

  "But why?" Simon was genuinely puzzled. "She is your bride. You were not forced to wed her, were you?"

  "No. But she is not what I envisioned for my bride, or more importantly, for Lucinda's mother."

  Simon blew out an exasperated breath. "Then you should have chosen another woman. One who could meet your impossibly lofty standards."

  "I did! And my unexpected feelings for Felicia caused the woman to end our engagement, creating a scandal I had been trying to avoid in the first place."

  Simon sat back in his chair, nonplussed. "Well."

  "So you can see my concern. I vowed to ignore the temptation of Felicia, yet now she is my bride."

  Simon took a sip of brandy, eying Hugh while he spoke. "I am confident Felicia will be an excellent mother. Perhaps not always the pattern card for exemplary behavior. But then, neither is Lucinda's father."

  "That is precisely the problem. Lucinda needs at least one parent who can be counted on not to court scandal." Hugh sighed. "I have tried to be that parent. But last night, after attempting to stay away from Felicia, I could not withstand her entreaties. I told myself we could surely enjoy ourselves a small amount—"

  "And then you fell asleep."

  "Please, repeat it several more times, until you can utter it without a hint of humor in your voice."

  Simon did not even try to hide his smile this time. "I suppose I should apologize for my unseemly amusement at your expense."

  "You have earned the right." Hugh grinned. "I enjoyed your matrimonial distress more than I let on."

  "And you let on plenty." Simon paused. "Still, I would suggest you find a way to balance your parental responsibilities with your marital pleasures."

  "I cannot imagine it is possible. How could it be? My parents certainly never managed it."

  "And you've already proven you are not at all like them," Simon stated. "When you took in Lucinda and banished Lord Wastrel."

  Hugh felt hope rising in his chest.

  "And," Simon continued, "I have no plans to leave Georgiana's bed once she blesses me with an heir and a spare." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "I daresay she would not permit it either. She is convinced that rakes make the best husbands."

  Simon's grin was a self-satisfied one, and Hugh had to admit, he had never seen his friend in such high spirits. Clearly there were more benefits to marriage than he had anticipated.

  "I will confess I find myself drawn to Felicia in ways I had not predicted. Not merely the physical ones."

  Simon nodded. "Not surprising in the least." He took another measured sip before adding, "Everything is different. When you're in love."

  "I have no idea where you got the notion that love plays a part in this," Hugh scoffed. "Clearly I desire my wife, and I enjoy her exuberant personality. I always have. This is a convenient match, for the both of us—"

  "Perhaps that is what you tell yourself. But it is quite clear this is not some dalliance. You would not have wed Felicia if that were the case."

  Hugh wanted to dispute the statement, but he could not. He felt such a variety of emotions when he was with Felicia, and, surprisingly, when she was not even in the vicinity. It was no wonder confusion reigned, in both his heart and his brain.

  His body was the only part of him that experienced no confusion—merely impatience.

  "So how is it different?" Hugh finally asked, needing guidance in this uncharted territory.

  "You will find out soon enough."

  "A cryptic answer?" Hugh nearly groaned. "Next you shall tell me all of this agony is for my own good."

  "Not at all. That is merely for my entertainment. Much like hearing of your premature. . . slumber. At least Felicia does not know what she was deprived of last night." Simon tried but could not hold back his amusement. "Although—"

  Hugh raised his
eyebrows.

  "Georgie informed me how much they enjoy discussing these topics. I suspect they are conversing about it in great detail at this very moment."

  Hugh grabbed the brandy bottle once more. "I am indeed cursed."

  ~ * ~

  "I cannot believe it!" Georgie squealed with laughter. "He fell asleep?"

  Felicia joined in with her. "It is true. I counted myself fortunate when I finally persuaded him to unbolt the connecting door. He has spent the past weeks avoiding me, and then he finally succumbed to exhaustion."

  "Yet you are not at all distressed."

  "No, I am not. He stirs me, quite a lot in fact. And I am confident I stir him in the same fashion. But he is fighting those feelings."

  "But why?"

  "I do not know. I suspect it is because he takes his role as a parent very seriously. You would scarce recognize the Lord Wastrel he once was—"

  Georgiana's teacup stopped in mid-air. "Parent? How could that be? Even had you consummated—last evening—which you did not—"

  Felicia giggled at Georgiana's obvious bewilderment. "He has a delightful daughter. Lucinda. From a long-ago liaison with an opera dancer."

  Georgiana's cup clattered in the saucer as she set it aside. "And I thought having ladybirds at my wedding was the ultimate in shocking. You have outdone me." She hugged Felicia tightly. "How do you feel about all of this?"

  "I have never been happier. No, truly. I adore Lucinda. She is so much like Hugh, but with an impish side that I would lay claim to if I could. We get on famously. In truth, I think that is what makes Hugh nervous. He was originally betrothed to someone a great deal more sedate than me."

  Georgiana's eyebrows flew upwards. "Heavens, I have missed so much while on my honeymoon sojourn. You must tell me everything."

  Felicia grinned. "As you must. I have need of much information with regard to wedding nights."

  "Well, I was surprised to learn that wedding nights do not always involve the nighttime hours." She blushed. "Nor is a bed even required."