Part 17 (1/2)
”Captain, sir,” a woman breathed.
His annoyance faded as he turned and faced Fiona.
She smiled at him, clad in a tight white blouse and dark skirts, the blouse showing off the full shape of her bosom and hinting at the large areolas beneath. He carefully looked her over now, for the first time since he had returned home. She was actually pretty, and she had the kind of body most men would die to bed. He vaguely recalled a few torrid nights spent in bed with her, many years ago. And while he didn't l.u.s.t after her, she certainly presented a solution to the problem of avoiding Virginia in the long, dark shadowy hours of the night.
”Kitchen's done and your room's ready,” she said softly, her gaze on his. ”Is there anything else I can do for you, sir, before I go to my bed?”
He made the decision instantly. ”Yes. You can go to my room. I'll be up shortly.”
There was no look of surprise, she only smiled and purred, ”Of course, Captain, sir.” She gave him a promising look and strolled out, her wide hips swinging.
He wanted to compare their width to one particular waif's far too slim ones, but refused to do so. He would satisfy his l.u.s.t tonight in the way lords of the manor had for centuries-with a willing, comely, insignificant maid.
Sean made a derisive sound, apparently having been standing in the doorway for some time. Devlin ignored it, handing him a cigar and lighting it for him. As Sean puffed, he poured his brother a brandy. He said, ”You seem smitten with our little guest.”
Sean exhaled and said, ”I am nearly so.”
”Don't become too attached. She is going to lose her beloved Sweet Briar and blame me for it, I have no doubt.”
”That's right. She will blame you, and rightly so, I think. But she certainly won't blame me.”
Devlin sat down on the edge of the desk. Oddly, his father chose that moment to cast a presence in the room. ”I am going to find you an heiress,” he warned.
”I don't need an heiress. You would never stay home to run Askeaton. One day I need a wife who will partner me in all that I do here.”
”You mean, a wife who understands crops, markets and s.h.i.+pping, inside and out?” He became angry.
”Maybe.” Sean came closer. ”Look, Dev, I find her intriguing, and unlike you, I am not using her for some terrible end-for some personal retribution. In fact, after getting to know her somewhat tonight, I think you should end your miserable scheme and help her get to Eastleigh. Who knows? She's charming beyond words. Maybe he'll be smitten, too, and he'll save her home.”
Devlin was furious now, furious because if he read Sean right, his younger brother was falling in love with his captive. ”No. Nothing changes, and you keep your heart and guard it well. She is not for you-I will not allow it. She is a tool, a tool I am using even as we speak, she is only a tool. Do you understand me?”
Sean was furious, too. ”I told you this afternoon-I don't even know you, so how can I understand you? But I grow tired of your orders! I am not a sailor on your s.h.i.+p! If I choose to admire Miss Hughes, that is my concern, not yours.”
”You go very far.” Devlin stood, and the two men stood eye to eye and nose to nose, the exact same height. ”Since when do I order you? I haven't been at home in six years-I see you perhaps once a year in London! There have been no orders, little brother, until yesterday, and may I remind you that this manor is mine? The land is mine? It is all mine until I die, heirless. Only then does it become yours.”
”Do you threaten to give me the boot?” Sean was incredulous. ”You may have bought Askeaton from Adare with your d.a.m.ned prize money, but Askeaton would be nothing but bogs and woods without me! I took this land and made it fertile, I took this land with my own bare hands and made it rich! You'd have nothing here without me, and you d.a.m.n well know it!”
Devlin inhaled hard, stunned at the intensity of Sean's anger and his own answering rage. How had they come to this terrible argument? Virginia's image seared his mind. ”Sean.” He clasped his arm and Sean flinched but did not pull away. ”I know all that you have done. I agree with you. Without you, this house would be a burned-out hull, the fields would be barren and lifeless, bogs would abound. I know that. I appreciate every day you have spent here in my place, planting our crops and harvesting them, collecting our rents, breeding our livestock. I more than appreciate all you have done. You're my brother. We should not fight, not like this, not ever.”
Sean nodded, pale now. ”And I know how hard you have worked to be able to buy Askeaton, and the house in Greenwich, and all the treasures we now have both here and there. I know you are the lord of this manor, Dev. I don't want to be lord here. G.o.d, I want you to take a wonderful wife and have fine sons to inherit all that you have earned-and all that is your rightful due as Father's eldest son.”
”I know that, too,” Devlin said, relaxing only slightly. And he looked closely at his brother now.
Sean stared back. Very carefully, he said, ”We will fight again, however, because I cannot ever approve of what you are doing and the way you are ruthlessly using Virginia.”
”Don't fall in love with her,” Devlin heard himself say.
Sean hesitated. ”Perhaps it is too late.”
Devlin reeled, as if physically struck with shot.
”I am going to bed,” Sean said, putting out his cigar. He smiled a little, but it was forced, and walked out of the room.
A yawning silence came over the study. Devlin stared at his own cigar, burning in the porcelain ashtray. He was grim. Virginia had been nothing but a p.a.w.n in his game with Eastleigh until that night. Now he felt as if she had become a terrible viper in their midst.
But he could not change his course.
He covered his eyes briefly, pain stabbing in his forehead, then paced wildly, allowing the anger in, welcoming it. She had come perilously close to flirting with Sean tonight. She had encouraged his emotions. Her attentive behavior, her pretty laughter, her eager conversation had ensnared his brother thoroughly. She had become a problem, one he must quickly solve.
The sooner he was rid of her, the better. The better for everyone.
Suddenly Virginia materialized in the doorway. He stiffened. She didn't smile, but said, low, ”It's a beautiful night. Would you walk with me, Devlin?”
”No.”
She jumped at the harsh sound of his voice.
”Come in,” he ground out, fully aware of what he must do to end any further dalliance between her and his brother. As she did, her eyes wide and wary, he walked swiftly past her and closed the door.
”What's wrong?” she asked cautiously.
”You are to stay away from Sean.”
”What?” she gasped.
He found himself gripping her shoulders. Now his anger had become infused into something entirely different and it was rearing up insistently, the blood there hot and red, pounding. ”Let me repeat myself. Stay away from Sean.”
”Whatever you are thinking-you are wrong!” she cried, eyes wide.
”Am I? The last thing I need is my brother falling in love with you, Miss Hughes. Do I make myself clear?” He found his grip tightening. She whimpered, but it was too late, somehow his hands had a will of their own, pulling her up against his hard, aroused body.
”Devlin,” she whispered, the sound throaty with need.
Triumph surged within him. She would not think about his brother now. ”Do you wish to know something, an interesting fact?” he asked harshly, palming her backside and holding her up against his arousal, where she began to squirm. ”I don't think it will be very difficult to make you forget all about Sean...darling.”
Her eyes were glazing over. She gripped his shoulders, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed. ”I don't want Sean,” she said hoa.r.s.ely. ”I want you.”
Inside his brain, coherence exploded. Devlin crushed her to his chest, taking her mouth, forcing it open. As his tongue swept deep, hers came forth to meet him. More explosions went off inside of his head. Then he felt her small hands sliding over his waist.
Desire thoroughly blinded him. ”No, here,” he said, taking one of her hands and pus.h.i.+ng it over the hard ridge that was his arousal. She gasped and he almost laughed, but the pain and the pressure was far too intense and he could not get a sound out. Choking, he forced her hand to slide down the length there, and when suddenly she closed her fingers around most of him, he pulled her down to the floor, moving on top of her, claiming her mouth yet again. And briefly, there was no more thought.
She clawed his shoulders and moaned; he kissed his way down her throat, pulled her bodice down, exposing both perfect b.r.e.a.s.t.s. And as he stared at one erect nipple, two images came to mind-Eastleigh, fat and gray, and Sean, dark and angry.
What was he doing?
He was so angry he couldn't even think clearly, and this was so fast and furious it wasn't even seduction-it wasn't rape, but because of her and Sean, he was poised to take her, violently and brutally. He had sworn to return her to Eastleigh unharmed-but instead, he had lost all control.