His Hellion Countess (Lustful Lords, Book 2)

A duty bound earl and a jewel thief might find forever if he can steal her heart…

Robert Cooper, the Earl of Brougham must marry in order to fulfill his duty to the title. He’s decided on a rather mild mannered, biddable woman who most considered firmly on the shelf. But, her family is on solid financial ground and has no scandals attached to their name.

Lady Emily Winterburn, sister of the Earl of Dunmere, is not what she seems. With a heart as big as her wild streak she finds herself prepared to protect her brother from his bad choices, even if it means stealing from the Ton. But marrying their way out of trouble is simply out of the question. What woman in her right mind would shackle herself to a man, let alone one of the notorious Lustful Lords?

Cooper’s carefully laid plans are ruined once he must decide between courting his unwilling bride-to-be and taming the wild woman he caught stealing–until he discovers they are one and the same. And when love sinks its relentless talons into his heart? He’ll do anything to possess the wanton who fires his blood and touches his soul. 

London, June 1861

Robert Cooper, the Earl of Brougham, twined his cravat around the redhead’s wrists at the small of her back and smacked her ass. The woman cooed her approval as she lay bent over the edge of the bed.

“Do keep the racket down, love.”

He opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. He liked an enthusiastic lover, just not a noisy one. And having her restrained made his balls throb and his cock stiffen. Though, if he were forthright, not as much as it once had.

“Let the girl be, Cooper.” Marion Thomas, Baron Lincolnshire, was balls-deep in a brunette’s mouth as he made his suggestion. “Some of us enjoy the sounds of passion.”

A low moan of pleasure interrupted them as Grayson Powell, Viscount Wolfington, smacked the backside of the woman he currently had strapped to the spanking bench. The raven-haired beauty he was treating to a stout spanking sounded as excited as Wolf seemed to be, if his rather impressive cockstand was any indication.

Cooper ignored his friend and refocused on the woman he was about to fuck. Reaching down, he slid two fingers into her wet slit and pumped in and out. She moaned softly when he added a third finger. While not the tallest or the stoutest man amongst his set, his cock had proven intimidating to a woman on more than one occasion, so he worked his fingers in and out to ensure the sexy redhead would enjoy taking him.

Once her hips bucked against his hand, he slipped free and notched his cock at her opening. As he slid inside her pussy, the door of their room opened, and Flint—Matthew Derby, Marquess of Flintshire—entered. His face was bloody and bruised, but he tossed everyone a grin.

“Anyone mind if I jump in?” he asked as he opened the front flap of his trousers.

Wolf waved him over. “I think Millie has a hankering for a lobcock.”

Flint grabbed his shaft by the base and slapped it against his other hand, making a thick smacking sound. “Nothing soft here.” He moved over to Millie and nudged her lips with his erection. “Open up, sweetheart.”

The woman stared at Flint’s cock for a moment and then eagerly swallowed him whole.

Cooper shook his head at his friends, though watching the eager girl sucking his friend’s rather impressive cock helped bring his excitement up another notch. Then he returned once more to riding his way to ecstasy. He laid one hand on the redhead’s hip and grabbed her bound wrists with the other as he pounded into her generous curves. He’d come to enjoy the carnal delights of a well-endowed woman, and at the moment, he planned to avail himself of hers. What was her name? Mary? He didn’t remember precisely, not that it mattered.

All around him, the sensual sounds of sex filled the room. The slap of flesh, the slurping noise of a well-sucked cock, and the low groans of the participants climbing toward their climaxes. Sliding his hand from her hip to reach under her, he sought out his partner’s small nub. As he stroked her clit, she wailed and heaved against him, increasing their tempo. He kept up the bruising pace even as his balls tightened. The redhead crashed over the edge of bliss, crying out her pleasure as he continued to stroke into her. Then, with one last thrust, he exploded inside her with a groan of fulfilment.

All around him, his friends were reaching their satisfying ends. But he needed to tend to the woman beneath him. He rose from the bed and withdrew from her body. Immediately, he released her wrists. “Stay still, love.” Then he fastened up his trousers and inspected her wrists to ensure her skin was not overly abused.

“Thank you, my lord,” she said as she sat up.

“Think nothing of it. I appreciate your eagerness. Now off with you.”

He smacked her on the bum once more, eliciting a giggle from her as she departed. The other girls were either following suit or just finishing up with his friends. Was that a strange feeling of disappointment? Longing? No, it was envy that welled within him and had him feeling just the smallest bit jealous of what Stone had found with Theo.

Pushing aside the wayward thought, Cooper settled down in a nearby chair and waited for the rest of his friends to join him.

Flint sat down first, his trousers still hanging open a bit. “Hell of a night.”

“It would seem so.” Cooper took in his friend’s blood-spattered shirt, split lip, and black eye. “I hope the other fellow looks worse.”

“Never doubt it.” Flint winked and poured himself a brandy from the decanter that sat nearby.

Wolf joined them then, his clothing set to rights. “Has anyone heard from Stone?”

Cooper laughed. “I believe he is still madly in love with his wife, however unfashionable that may be.”

Linc finally joined them, sitting on the bed with his legs up. “I’m beginning to think he has the right of it.”

Cooper looked at his friend, curious. “How do you see that?”

Granted, he had seen Stone and Theo’s relationship up close in a way none of the others had. He understood the bond between them, even if he didn’t wish to emulate it for himself.

“Why not? We all have titles to continue. Why not find a willing woman to do that with? Why strive for a typical ton marriage? Lifeless. Practical. Cold. When I must marry, I hope to follow his lead.” Linc shrugged.

“Not I,” Cooper averred. “I’m pressing on with the original plan. I’ll find a suitable wife, one who is scandal-free, an heiress in her own right, and content to settle down to a regular ton marriage. We’ll do our duty to the title and go our own ways most of the time.”

He could picture quiet evenings at home sitting by the fireplace, a drink in his hand, and his favorite dog, Sally, asleep at his feet. His wife would be appropriately occupied tending to his household.

Flint snorted. “Cooper, have you gone soft in the head? No woman will let you have your dog in the house.”

The others chuckled, but Cooper knew better. He’d already identified his prospective bride, and it would be a solid arrangement once he was certain there were no deep, dark family secrets lurking in the proverbial closet. His man of affairs had assured him that the investigation he was conducting would be wrapped up in a matter of days. Then he could approach her brother and make a formal agreement, as soon as he was ready. 

Lady Emmaline Winterburn would be both docile and accommodating of his demands. Fortunately for her, he was of a mind to pluck her from the obscurity of spinsterhood and set her up as his countess. He fully expected her to all but fall at his feet in gratitude.