Earl of Grayson by Amanda Mariel

Author:Amanda Mariel [Mariel, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Brook Ridge Press
Published: 2018-02-26T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Damien tried to enjoy the buxom wench seated in his lap as he drained his fourth--or was it his fifth?-- tumbler of scotch. After Charlotte had fled from him, he’d gone to the Wicked Earls’ Club, determined to drink her away.

The wench squirmed, her bottom teasing his cock. The action should have caused him to take her upstairs. Bloody hell, Charlotte had gotten to him—ruined him. He’d not run about like a green lad in love. Love? No, he couldn’t be in love. He cared for her, just like in the past, and wanted to protect her. Nothing more.

“Not tonight, love,” he said to the woman on his lap.

She pouted then stood.

Damien turned to Edgemore. “What say you we go visit some other haunts and see what we might get into?”

Edgemore downed his scotch then stood. “After you.”

“I’ll come along as well.” Westcliff sat his tumbler down and rose.

Damien had not caroused with the other earls of the club, Edgemore excluded, as they all tended to avoid each other outside of the club. It was one of the rules, but what did he care? He’d never been one to follow rules anyway. He nodded at Westcliff before heading toward the door.

Damien, along with Edgemore and Westcliff, stepped out onto the street. Despite the late hour, carriages, horses, and light skirts filled the walkways and streets. Damien retrieved his flask from his inside coat pocket and took a copious drink.

“Should we hail a hackney?” Edgemore asked.

“No,” Damien answered, handing his flask to Edgemore.

“Then what do you have in mind?” Westcliff stepped around a putrid puddle.

Damien snickered. “I have yet to decide.”

“There is always White’s, or if you want something seedier we could pay a visit to The Two Sevens,” Edgemore suggested before passing the flask to Westcliff.

Westcliff held up his hand. “I’ve got my own.” He pulled the shiny metal flask from his coat.

“Something other than gambling and betting books is in order,” Damien said.

Westcliff grinned. “Very well, how about we pay a call at Madam Doeshy’s fine establishment?”

“So we might all wake with fire in our groins? I think not.” Edgemore laughed. “Though if someone is what you have in mind we could go to a private party I happen to be aware of. The type of party where women are clean, half-clothed, and willing to satisfy your every inclination.”

“I could use a warm and willing wench.” Westcliff looked to Damien.

Damien shook his head. “I am not in the mood that sort of entertainment.”

“If not gaming and women, then what?” Edgemore swayed, nearly bumping against a wall before righting himself and taking another deep swallow of liquor.

Damien grinned. “Let us retrieve mounts and go raise hell. We will just see where the night takes us.”

“Perhaps we should race?” Westcliff gave a challenging nod.

Damien quickened his pace. “Perfect.” A bit of wild and reckless sport should prove a wonderful distraction.

((scene))

Damien attempted to open his eyes despite the banging in his head. He managed small slits, squinting against the bright rays of sun flooding his bedchamber.

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