Page 129 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
Tabby was lacing her nightgown when Edward slid back onto the bed and stilled her hands.
“I’ve been so busy this morning that I’ve not eaten my breakfast,” he said, his gaze both heated and playful. “Might you have something to spare for a hungry papa?”
“You ate off my tray!” she protested, laughing as he dragged her under him. “I should have known you’d insist on a taste, you unrepentant libertine!”
“And don’t you know it,” Edward growled before he sucked at the breast not sampled by his son and heir.
“Darling, you know where I need you,” mumbled Tabby as she attempted to move Edward’s head towards her wet, needy cunny.
He pulled off her nipple and earned a moan. “Get dressed, my love, I really have something to show you.”
Tabby gasped. “Edward, I amin a state. We have an agreement about not leaving each otherin a state!”
He laughed and walked into their dressing room. “I promise not to leave you with a hot little cunt forever, wife, but you really must see this!” He tossed a day dress onto the bed and waited impatiently for her.
She groused while rising from the plush mattress and blankets that were the primary benefit of Edward’s elevation to the marquessate upon the death of his father some thirteen months ago. Well, that and complete control of the Chasterly fortune — with no arbitrary reductions in his allowance.
“Do I have time to call my lady’s maid?” she asked, curious about what had Edward in such a pet.
“No need, I’ll do for you,” he said, handing her a chemise and leering as she slipped out of her nightgown.
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After several breaks for kissing, a mutual grope of the backsides, and four hastily tied ribbons later, Edward and Tabby made their way to the stables at the back of the Chasterly townhouse.
Upon their ascension to the title, they’d worried about Tencendor returning to the scene of his captivity, but the horse seemed no more perturbed than usual.
And then they’d acquired Bellona, the warhorse’s long-awaited companion. She was a lovely mare, almost as tall as Tenny, with a chestnut coat that shone in the sun and fine muscles that rippled when she pranced about the park.
Tencendor was enthralled. Bellona was unconvinced. So when, a few months into their companionship, the mare looked thicker about the middle, all rejoiced.
And now, the union had borne fruit.
“My boy has an heir, too,” said Edward, wiping a manful tear as he regarded the black-brown foal that had quickly found its feet — well, hooves — after being born overnight.
Tabby was similarly enraptured by the new addition to the family, who was currently hiding behind his mama’s flank. “But what will you call him? We had a devil of a time settling on Nelson’s name.”
“It came to me the moment I received word of his birth,” said Edward, regarding the little family with pride. “Stoneheart. Hecan carry on the old family name. Because we found our heart again.”
He was telling Tabby something he’d told her many times before: the importance of her to his life and the depth of his devotion. And like all the times before, she dropped her chin, and a little blush scattered across her cheeks.
“I love to see you flustered by my words of love, marchioness,” he whispered in her ear as they watched the stablemen bring the parents and baby into the yard for a bit of air.
“Those words aren’t for the likes of me,” she muttered, still embarrassed and delighted by outward displays of affection.
“That’s why I had to make you an aristocrat,” he whispered, dragging her deeper into the stables. “Can’t have you going through life like that, not when I love you so.”
“You bringing me in to muck out the stables?” she asked, letting him lead her to a corner.
“I was thinking we couldfuckin the stables,” he said, pulling her day dress and chemise up.
Tabby gasped. “I knew there was a reason you selected a dress for me today!”
“Wanted nothing between us.”
“Hasn’t stopped us before.”
“Nor will it. Ever.”
