Taming His Hellion Countess (The Lustful Lords Series Book 2)

by Sorcha Mowbray

  And then she broke. “Please…” she wailed loudly, her pussy dampening her petticoats with the sweetness he had not caught with his tongue. “Please, let me come. Fill me with your cock, shove it deep in my pussy or my arse—I care not—but please make me come hard all over you.”

  With those dirty demands ringing in his ears, he growled as he sat back on the bench, opened his trousers, and waved her over. “Come slide down on my shaft. Fill yourself with me as you wish.”

  Her cheeks turned a bright magenta as she rose from the opposite bench and lifted her skirts, pushing them back behind her so she could straddle him on her knees.

  As she settled into position, he grabbed her waist. “Mmmm. Hold a moment.”

  And then he sucked one peaked nipple into his mouth and rolled the tip with his tongue. He loved sucking her tits, since she was neither too small nor overly ripe, making them a perfect mouthful. Then he switched to her other nipple and thoroughly serviced it, as well. By the time he was done, she sat on his lap with his cock nestled in the vee of her legs.

  With her hands resting on his shoulders, she rose up, dragging her soaking folds along his stiff shaft until she found his tip. Then she centered herself over him and pressed down.

  Cooper wanted to shove her to the floor of the carriage and pound into her, but somehow, he dug deep and found enough restraint to allow her this small bit of control.

  Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered herself onto his throbbing erection until her arse was pressed against his rather swollen sac and her mons pressed against his pubic bone. “Oh, God, you feel so good. So long and thick, like you fit me perfectly.”

  He managed a grunt as she sat there, her pussy occasionally clamping down on his cock. “Em, I need you to move. Need you to ride my cock—now!”

  His command rang out in the carriage and she immediately took action. Rising on her knees, she slid up and then pushed back down his length. The hot, wet slide of her quim was a delicious torture. But one he could take only so much of. Lifting his hand, he slapped her thigh. “Faster, Em. Ride me.”

  And she did. She worked herself up to a bruising pace that had his eyes crossing and his toes curling as he prayed he could hold off long enough to see her come. Then she slammed down on his cock and started grinding against him, a new and different sensation that lit up his nerves and had his balls drawing tight. With her no longer bouncing so violently, he leaned into her and captured one breast in his greedy mouth, sucking hard on her swollen nipple.

  She cried out and seemed to grow more frantic as she gyrated on top of him, until a resounding yes broke from her lips as she wailed her pleasure. He was quite certain his coachman and outriders had heard her, if not the nearest village. Assured of her ecstasy, he took hold of her hips and lifted her slightly so he could pound out his own release. He slammed up into her once, twice, three times, and then exploded into her as she continued to come all over his cock, as she had requested. Finally, she slumped over him as they both heaved for breath.

  As his awareness of their surroundings returned—he’d never come so close to passing out during a climax—he nudged his wife. “Em, are you well?”

  With a groan, she nestled deeper into his shoulder, as though she would burrow inside him if she could. Then a light snore sounded from his exhausted wife. Cooper couldn’t contain the grin that split his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and let the rocking of the carriage lull him into a light doze.

  A few hours later, Cooper and Emily had greeted Lord and Lady Heathington and were busy saying hello to many of the other house guests. All of their immediate circle were in attendance; Wolf, Flint, and Linc were there, as were Stone and Theo, Lord and Lady Carlisle, and even Lord and Lady Heartfield. The house party promised to be a lively one. Other guests were mixed in as well, some Cooper recognized, but a few he did not.

  He and Stone were chatting when Cooper felt his wife stiffen beside him. “Is all well with you, dear?” he asked, concern drawing him from his conversation with Stone.

  Emily smiled, though it failed to reach her beautiful hazel eyes. “I am fine.”

  Not wishing to cause a scene, he let his concern go, and after a bit, she seemed to relax. Eventually, the ladies drifted away to join the other women that had gathered near the fireplace. A man joined him and Stone, and his friend made the introductions. “Lord Brougham, may I introduce Lord Fredericks?”

  “Delighted.” Cooper greeted the man, shaking hands, and then the three of them settled in to talk of parliament.

  A short while later, a fourth man stopped to greet Lord Fredericks, who then introduced Lord Wilton to them. Cooper was sure he should know the man. His name was very familiar, but he was having trouble placing it. Then, as Stone and Lord Fredericks fell into conversation, Wilton turned to Cooper and grinned. “I heard you managed to snare the Winterburn chit. A fine play, if I may say so.”

  Cooper stared at the man for a moment. “I’m not sure what you mean, my lord.”

  “Oh, you know, I took a run at her once. Found her a bit of a cold fish, if you catch my meaning. But there were rumors about her dowry that made it worth a try,” the man confided as though Cooper were not the cold fish’s husband, or worse, as though he expected him to commiserate.

  “My lord, I find my wife to be a wonderfully passionate woman. Perhaps she was not the problem? If you will excuse me.”

  And then Cooper turned on his heel and stalked away before he punched the wilted fop in the face.

  Chapter 27

  It was the second full day of the Heathingtons’ house party, and Emily finally ventured downstairs alone. The first evening, when she’d seen Lord Wilton was among the guests, all the memories of her first season slammed into her like a herd of runaway horses. After that, she had carefully avoided being alone except for in the chambers she and Cooper had been given. That morning, he had tried to entice her to join him for a morning ride, but she had preferred to remain in bed a bit longer. After all, her husband had kept her up quite late with his amorous attentions.

  Thinking it still early for most of the guests to be up and about, she had slipped down to the library to find something to read while she nibbled on a roll and sipped her morning tea. Book in hand, she turned from the shelves only to find Lord Wilton closing the door of the room. When he turned the lock, the snick of the tumblers falling into place made her jump and squeeze the book she held tightly to her chest.

  “At last, Lady Emmaline. I have been seeking a moment of your time, but you seem always to be surrounded by friends,” he said as he crossed the space between them.

  Objectively, Emily knew Lord Wilton was a handsome man. But after his poor treatment of her during her first season, which in truth ruined her following seasons, she could only think of the man as ugly. “I cannot imagine what you might desire, but I am sure it is of little consequence.”

  She lifted her chin and strode forward, making to pass him and depart the room. But he reached out and grabbed her upper arm in a bruising grip.

  “Oh, do be a good girl and stay a moment.” His tone was pleasant on the surface, but the words were intended to demean.

  She jerked away from him, though she was unable to break his surprisingly strong grip. “I am a woman, my lord. And I refuse to stay and be further mistreated by you. I suggest you release my arm at once.”

  “Oh-ho! You are a lively one. How was it I missed this fire in you before?” His words were more a spoken thought than a conversational sally.

  Without further discussion, he hauled her into his arms and plucked the book from her protective hold. Her stomach dropped and then did a slow nauseating roll as he lowered his mouth toward hers in an attempt to kiss her. Images from her first season assailed her. Unlike then, as a naïve debutant with little feminine guidance, when she merely turned her cheek, this time she pulled back and pressed her now-free hands to his chest to ensure he could not close the distance.

  “What is this? Certainly you are not refusing
my attentions?” He seemed shocked by her reluctance.

  They struggled for a moment, her efforts to extract herself causing his clothes to be disordered. “My lord, unhand me this minute. I am a married woman. A happily married woman.”

  Despite her best efforts, he held on tight.

  “I see, you like it forceful, do you?” He leered but did not release her. Instead, he tossed her down on the nearby settee and then landed on top of her, crushing her skirts.

  When he started to tug them up, hoops and all, she knew she had to do something, or things would get much, much worse than they currently were.

  As he lifted his weight once more to yank at her skirts, she waited until her leg was free enough, and then she jerked her knee up toward his groin. To her dismay, she missed her particular target; however, she did hit close enough to it to send him scurrying away in some pain while trying to protect his jewels.

  She leapt to her feet, her dress falling back into place despite being wrinkled beyond repair. “If you know what is good for you, my lord, you will leave this house party at once. Should I tell my husband of what you tried, I am certain he will exact his own retribution. I cannot say for certain that you would survive such an occurrence.”

  With that, she spun on her heel and stormed for the door. Forgetting in her haste that it was locked, she grabbed the handle and wrestled with it for a moment. Finally, she remembered the lock and released it, letting her open the door. She calmly walked down the hallway, waiting to turn the corner before she broke into a run, desperate to get back to her rooms before she bumped into anyone.

  Cooper watched his wife leave the library. He’d started to call out to her, but something seemed off about her demeanor. By the time he thought to check on her, she was around the corner.

  He was about to make haste after her when Lord Wilton strolled out of the library. He looked up from his personal disarray and winked at Cooper. “Quite the hellion, that one.”

  Fury sparked in his belly as he imagined what that bastard might have done to his wife. How the philandering popinjay might have attempted to take liberties with her person. Because his hellion was loyal and steadfast, she would never betray him with another man. But what he could believe was that something was not right. Something untoward had occurred, and he planned to get to the bottom of it.

  With a growl born of pure anger, Cooper grabbed Wilton and shoved him against the nearest wall. “What did you do to my wife?”

  Fear and uncertainty replaced the cockiness that had resided in Wilton’s gaze only moments before. “I… I don’t know what you mean.”

  Cooper pulled the coward forward and then slammed him back against the wall. “My wife did not look well as she left the library. I can only imagine that has everything to do with you.”

  Wilton’s gaze darted over Cooper’s shoulder before a sly look came into his eyes. “Lord Brougham, I do not know the meaning off this outrageous display, but you will remove your hands at once.”

  Cooper stiffened. The man had shifted from cowardly to confident too quickly. A glance over his shoulder proved his reasoning was sound. Wolf and Lord Heathington stood staring at them. Cooper growled once more. “If I find out you have done something to upset my wife, I can promise you I will not stop next time.”

  He banged the man against the wall one last time, but by then, Wolf had stepped up and was pulling his hands off Wilton’s lapels. “Cooper, I don’t know what has occurred, but you need to release him unless he has done something to you or Emily.”

  As Cooper did as directed, the smarmy fop stumbled away toward Lord Heathington. “My lord, certainly you do not condone such behavior?”

  Heathington stared at Wilton, a single brow lifted. “I do not, unless of course you have in some way insulted Lord Brougham or his wife?”

  Wilton tugged on his clothes. “Absolutely not.”

  “Very well, then. Lord Brougham, unless Lord Wilton has caused harm to you or your wife, I will ask you to refrain from laying hands upon the man while you are guests in my home.”

  Lord Heathington waited for a reply.

  Cooper growled, frustration riding him hard. “My wife exited the library just before him, looking upset. He then came out and insinuated he had intimate knowledge of her. And since we arrived, the man has made other inappropriate comments about Lady Brougham.”

  Wilton’s chest puffed up. “I merely called the woman a hellion. She certainly does not carry herself as a lady should.” The dandy sniffed as though he were the offended party.

  Cooper took a threatening step forward, his hands aching to wrap around the man’s neck.

  “You will refrain from provoking Lord Brougham.” Heathington glared at Wilton before looking back at Cooper. “I apologize, but unless you have evidence he has been untoward with your wife, I simply cannot allow you to harm another guest. Should new information come to light, please do make me aware.”

  Then the two men turned and departed the hallway.

  Cooper cursed as he watched them leave, certain that if he’d had but a few more moments alone, he could have convinced Lord Wilton to reveal what he’d done. He was less certain of his wife’s pliability, particularly if she thought she was protecting him in some way.

  “What did he do to provoke you?” Wolf’s forehead wrinkled.

  Cooper turned to go in search of his wife, but said over his shoulder, “I don’t precisely know, but I plan to get to the bottom of it before the day is out.”

  Chapter 28

  Emily paced her chamber restlessly. What time was it? She glanced at a clock and saw that it was close to midday. Surely the rest of the house party would be up by such a late hour? Determined not to hide and cower, she smoothed the fresh dress she wore over her hoops and crossed to the closed door of her room.

  Not long after her encounter with Lord Wilton, Cooper had appeared in their room, back from his ride. With a quiet greeting from where she lay on the bed and merely a glance in his direction, she’d drawn his notice. Heavy footsteps had alerted her that he was drawing near, and then he’d taken one look at her pale face and cursed. With a gentle touch, he’d caressed her cheek and asked her what was wrong. Terrified of telling him what had happened, she pleaded female troubles and assured him she would be down later when she was feeling better. He had relented, though she was sure it was with great reluctance.

  Two hours later, she still wasn’t truly ready to face him again, but she knew she could not hide in their rooms for the remainder of the house party. So, with her usual determination, she opened the chamber door and stepped out into the hall.

  Her hands shook, and bile rose in her throat as she imagined seeing Lord Winton again. Having to encounter such a monster and behave as though he had not pawed her person and attempted to defile her was almost beyond her. She’d traveled only a few doors when the urge to retch took hold and had her turning around to flee back to their rooms.

  But then Theo opened the door to her chamber, just next door to her own rooms, stepped into the hallway, and called out to Emily. “Good morning.”

  Instantly, Theo could see all was not well, she quickly ushered Emily into her and Stone’s chamber and delivered a chamber pot in the nick of time.

  Emily cast up her accounts, what little there was, and collapsed onto the nearest chair, still gripping the porcelain basin, as though it might save her somehow.

  Theo knelt and tried to remove the pot from her friend’s hands. “What is wrong, dearest?”

  Emily sat there, certain that if she opened her mouth, more of her stomach contents would appear.

  A maid bustled about the room and handed something to Theo that her friend then pressed to Emily’s forehead. The cool dampness of the cloth soothed her as little else could have.

  Theo turned to her maid. “Bethany, please go downstairs and search out some soda bread, or perhaps some other very dry bread for Lady Brougham.”

  “Yes, my lady.” The woman curtsied and hustled out the do
or, leaving the two alone.

  Theo returned to blotting Emily’s forehead with the cool rag. “Perhaps I should send for Cooper?”

  Panic sent Emily’s stomach into a tailspin. “No! Please—” And then she expelled the last of the tea and toast she had consumed earlier as she’d tried to settle her nerves.

  As she sat up from bending over the chamber pot, Emily saw the concern etched on Theo’s normally happy features. She needed to tell someone what had happened. If not her husband, then perhaps her friend could offer good counsel. Feeling empty and listless, she handed Theo the basin and took hold of the cool rag. She pressed the cloth to her forehead and cheeks as she tried to gather her thoughts.

  Finally, she blurted out the crux of things. “This morning, Lord Wilton attacked me.”

  “What?” Theo exclaimed. “What happened?”

  Emily collected the frayed ends of her thoughts and tried to piece her tale together. She quickly summarized what had occurred with Lord Wilton as her cheeks flamed with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

  Theo, still on her knees, wrapped her arms around Emily, who was not beyond enjoying the comfort her friend offered. Tears finally escaped as she was able to lean on someone else for a few moments. As she sat there crying, she realized that this was what it was like to have friends. And the realization only made her cry harder for all the time she’d lost striving to be so independent, when she’d believed she didn’t require anyone.

  After she finally wept all the tears she’d pent up, she sat back and used the cloth in her hand to dab at her eyes. “My apologies for crying all over you.”

  Her friend made a pishing sound. “This is what friends are for. Certainly, it’s nice to have tea and gossip and whatnot. But it is when your load is so heavy that you can no longer bear it alone that friends are truly a blessing.”