The guinea disappeared and the innkeeper nodded, still goggle-eyed.
Cyn smiled at Chastity. “My lady needed these outlandish clothes to
escape from her tyrannical parent, but she would be more comfortable in
a gown. Are there any about for sale?” He held up another guinea.
The innkeeper nodded. “Yes, milord. I’ll see to it, milord.”
“And a room in which we can change. As you see, I had a small accident.”
The man took in the butter and milk, and his eyes widened even more. “Of course, milord.”
“And, in the unlikely event of anyone asking questions about us,
either now or later, you and your people will never have seen us.” This
statement was not accompanied by money. The tone was enough. It was all
Mailoren, and said clearly that he’d be back like an avenging angel if
the man caused trouble.
Soon they were in a bedchamber, with warm water to wash with, and a
blue closed gown for Chastity. It was probably some servant’s best, for
it sported a few ruffles and some crude embroidery, but it had a tired,
well-worn look.
Cyn held it against her. “It should fit. But one day soon, my love,
I want to see you in finery of your own.” He smiled slowly. “Then I
want to strip it off you, layer by silken layer.”
Chastity blushed, and couldn’t stop a betraying glance at the bed.
“Yes,” he said softly, and began to take off his clothes.
For a moment Chastity wondered if she’d misunderstood, but when his drawers came off, she knew she hadn’t.
He stood before her, hands on hips. “Well?”
“Well what?” she asked, clutching the gown in front of her like a shield.
“I want to make love to you, honestly, openly, in the light of day. No masks, no disguises.”
He was erect with desire, but made no move toward her. If she balked now, she knew he would let her.
But Chastity also knew this could be their only chance for an honest mating, and since he knew about Chloe…
It was weak, but she couldn’t summon back the strength to resist.
His plans for marriage were impossible, and she didn’t think she could
live with any man in sin. By tomorrow they would be parted forever, and
now—ah, now, she wanted him with soul as well as body…
With trembling hands, she struggled out of her clothes, but she held
the last item, his drawers, as an inadequate shield. She couldn’t seem
to raise her eyes to his.
She heard his soft exhalation. “Do you know,” he said reverently, “there is nothing the least boyish about you.”
Chastity could feel the rosy heat creeping over her body. She didn’t know what to do.
“Come to me, darling, of your own free will.”
She looked at him then, and the tender love in his eyes broke
through her fears. With a choke of embarrassment, she ran into his
arms. He held her tight, and she could feel the shuddering emotion in
him too.
“Dearest one,” he murmured. “Sweetheart. Dear heart. Don’t cry…”
Chastity looked up at him. “This hurts too much!”
He laughed, but shakily. “We can handle part of the hurt, I think.”
“Cyn!” she protested.
He silenced her with a kiss and carried her to the bed. But when he
placed her there, it was face-down, and when she would have rolled, he
held her.
She bit her lip at this silence, then his hand and lips brushed over her welts.
“What kind of man is your father?” he asked quietly.
“A dangerous one. Don’t cross him, Cyn.”
“I will kill him if I get the chance.”
This time he let her roll over and she stared at him. “You won’t get
the chance.” But she wasn’t sure. She had never seen him like this.
Even with those boors who’d been fighting over her, he’d not been like
this.
“I’ll make the chance.”
She grabbed his rigid arm. “No. Leave it be. He has the right to chastise me.”
“He has no right to terrify you.”
Chastity took a deep breath. “Cyn, I want your word that you’ll not
go after my father in any way.” She saw no flicker of weakening on his
face, and pushed harder. “Or I’ll leave this bed and get dressed.”
He moved back slightly. “Go then.”
Chastity felt chilled, abandoned.
He stood. Left her. “I can control my need of you. Your father
deserves to die, and not just for that beating, and the clothes he gave
you, and the threat to put you in a brothel. There’s more to it than
that, isn’t there?”
The sharp question took her unawares, and she knew she’d answered
without words. His resolve frightened her, and she dreaded what would
happen if he tangled with her father, but his leaving hurt the most.
His need of her could not, after all, be as great as hers of him.
He read her again. He had picked up his drawers. He let them drop
and came back to the bed, leaned down, and kissed her. “I ache for
you.” Then he was gone.
She leaped up and grabbed him around the waist. “Then love me. Please.”
He turned slowly and looked at her, shuddered as he let his control
slide. His kiss was so drowningly deep that when she found herself on
the bed, she didn’t quite know how she came to be there.
It was a tumult this time, but a gentle one, as he soothed every hurt, eased into every movement with perfect care.
“It’s all right,” she whispered. “It’s all right. You won’t hurt me. Come to me. Come to me.”
She adored his body with her own, twining around him as supple as a
vine, hardly able to tell his touch from her own. His hands and mouth
were everywhere, as were hers. Their joining had the sweetness of the
right key in a fine lock, and it opened the gates to a heaven beyond
scandal, beyond duty, beyond pain…
But then, inevitably, Chastity was dropped back into bleak reality,
and the knowledge that this was one moment in a life that would be
without him. She flung an arm over her eyes and fought a silent battle
against tears.
His right hand continued to cherish her. “Chastity.”
She had to move her arm and meet his eyes—his darkly serious eyes.
“I need to know,” he said. “You were not a virgin the other night. Who was it? Where? How?”
“How many?” she asked bitterly.
His hand soothed her. “No, Chastity. This isn’t an accusation. I just need to know. I need to know everything about you.”
“Am I allowed no secrets?”
His expression softened. “We’ve had this conversation before too,
haven’t we? I don’t want us to have secrets. I’ll tell you all my
lovers, if you’ll tell me yours.”
Chastity fought a rear-guard action against his insistence. “I’m surprised you can remember all yours.”
He kissed her. “Don’t leap to conclusions. I’ve never made love to a
woman lightly, and I don’t use camp followers. Anyway, I suspect your
story is important if we are to unravel this mystery. Tell me what
happened to you.”
Chastity didn’t want to, quite desperately. It would make him even
angrier with her father, and she had to wonder what his reaction would
be to discovering Chloe had been a virgin. In all seriousness, he’d
promised to beat her.
He frowned at her silence. “Don’t you trust me? I give you my word,
nothing you can tell me will make me love you less. If you were taken
by a regiment, I wouldn’t hold you in less honor. Trust me, Chastity.
Please.”
“It’s an unfair weapon, that,” she muttered, but she told him—about
Henry Vernham’s proposal, the pressure put on her to marry the man, the
bed incident, the beatings, and the forced breaking of her hymen.
Her voice faltered at the growing fury in his face.
“He will die,” he said. “Vernham too.”
“No!” She grabbed at him. “Leave it, Cyn. Nothing can mend it.”
“I will find a way to mend it, and avenge it.” But then he leashed
his fury and gently ruffled her dampened hair. “But for you, Chastity,
not for myself. I love you and my love is greater for knowing what
you’ve endured.”
At this tenderness, tears finally escaped her.
He held her close. “Don’t cry, love, please. It’s over. You’ll never
have to be afraid, or alone, again. I promise you that, and I always
keep my word.”
She wished she could believe him, but she had learned her cruel
lessons well. She pushed away from him. “How?” she demanded. “You’re a
wonderful man, but you are just one man. You can’t change the world,
and my father will crush you.”
Humor flickered in his eyes and spread to a grin. “My dear, have you forgotten I’m a Malloren?”
She stared at him. He leaped off the bed and pulled her to her feet.
“Dress, wench,” he said, and landed a light but stinging slap on her
behind. When she spun to glare at him, he said, “That’s for lying about
being a virgin. And,” he added tenderly, “to show that I always keep my
word.”
He began to pull on his own clothes and so, in a daze, she followed
his example. She slipped into the grubby pink chemise, the gaudy
petticoat, and then put the blue dress over all. Without her asking, he
came to help her with the back fastenings. Sweet, casual intimacy.
Chastity went to the small mirror and put on her wig. The dress was
plainer than any she’d worn as Lady Chastity Ware, but it was decent,
and in its simple way, not unbecoming. Her wig made of her hair, her
own wavy, honey-brown curls, seemed to wipe away the past months. She
smiled wryly. As if anything could.
Cyn moved behind her and put his hands at her waist, stroking her sides. “No whalebone,” he said approvingly.
“I don’t have stays or I’d wear them.”
“Shall I promise to strip you if I ever find you in any?”
She turned. The incorrigible teaser had returned. “Idiot. How could I wear a fashionable gown without stays or stomacher?”
“Ah,” he said triumphantly. “So you are coming around to the idea of fashionable life again.”
“No. It’s impossible!”
“Nothing is impossible.”
Chastity gave up the argument. He’d realize soon enough. Let them
once come up with anyone from Society, or let Rothgar get wind of this
attachment, and it would be crystal-clear that Chastity Ware would
never be accepted in Society again. “We must go,” she said. “We’ve let
too much time slip by as it is.”
He pulled out his watch. “By my reckoning, twenty minutes.”
Chastity stared at him. “So little?”
“How long do you think these things take?” he teased. “Of course
we’ll have many nights of long, languorous loving, but think of all the
merry twenty minutes ahead of us. Or even less.” She saw the change in
his expression and her nerves fired a warning.
He flicked open his watch again, then pulled her over to the bed. He
pushed her back. Before she had time to react, he undid his breeches,
lifted her skirts, and entered her.
Her body leaped with shock and pleasure. “Cyn!”
“Delicious sin,” he said, eyes alight with mischief. He worked
slowly in her, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. Then one hand moved low
between their bodies to circle. Chastity gasped and closed her eyes as
the fever took her. Dimly, she heard her own cries, and his gasp.
Then he set her on her unsteady feet again and flipped open his watch. “Four minutes. You see, the opportunities are endless.”
She put a hand on his arm to steady herself. “You’re mad.”
“Mad for you, O, cream-pot of my life.” He draped her riding cloak around her shoulders. “
En avant
.”
Chastity was on her way downstairs before she had properly collected her wits.
He commanded their horses and paid the reckoning. Chastity tried to
ignore the curious stares of the inn servants, a great many of whom
seemed to find an excuse to pass through the hall.
She saw a few more guineas disappear into the innkeeper’s pocket.
“For your cooperation,” said Cyn, adding pleasantly, “Remember that I
look coldly on those who displease me.” He turned to offer Chastity his
hand, then turned back. “By the way, my name is Malloren.”
It was delivered with an air worthy of Rothgar himself, and Chastity saw the innkeeper’s eyes widen.
As they walked out she asked, “Does the name Malloren engender fear the length and breadth of the country?”
“I doubt it, but here it does.”
“Why?”
“We’re within ten miles of Rothgar Abbey.” He looked at the horse and standard saddle. “Are you sure you can manage?”
It was a time for honesty and she had nothing left to hide. “I can
ride, but I’m not sure how far.” She used the mounting block to ease
into the saddle, then arranged her skirts.
“You don’t have far to go. I’m taking you to Rothgar.”
“What? We don’t have time for detours, Cyn, and why go to Rothgar? You’ve been avoiding him for days.”
“I must confess,” he said as he mounted, “I hope he’s not there. I
meant Rothgar Abbey. You’ll be safe there. I don’t need you to get the
license, and you’ll slow me down.”
Put like that, how could she object? All the same, she shivered at
the thought of being plunged into his family, not just as the Notorious
Chastity Ware, but now, as Cyn’s mistress. It would surely be as
obvious as if she wore a brand.
Her anxiety was increased when she realized that Cyn too was unhappy
about the plan. As they walked the horses down the village street,
tension positively radiated from him. “You don’t have to take me to
your home. You could leave me here.”
“No. You’ll be safe at Rothgar.” He had that air of a man who has
made up his mind. Chastity sighed and concentrated on steering through
a flock of geese.
When they had clear road again, she remarked, “If you are willing to take me to Rothgar, you could have taken Verity there.”
“And probably should have.”
“Why didn’t you?”
He flashed her a guarded look. She saw a muscle in his jaw twitch. “Because it would have spoiled my fun, damn it!”
Chastity bit her lip to keep from smiling. The admission had cost
him a great deal. “Why spoil the fun now?” she said lightly. “Leave me
here.”
He stopped his horse and took her hand. “No, Chastity. The time for foolishness is over.”