An Inconvenient Earl by Will Forrest

Author:Will Forrest
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, gay romance, steamy romance, regency era, secret identity, lgbt romance, enemies to lovers, gay romance mm, regency lord
Publisher: Will Forrest

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SPANISH MAIN

LEAVING RALPH TO undress, Harry tore through the trunks in search of provisions. The old mine had served him and Bixby through many a hard time and always with the expectation of more. The first trunk yielded a second lamp and a thick woollen blanket. The next held a bottle of what was most likely rum, a tin of crumbling hard-tack he was not nearly desperate enough to eat, and a heavy blue greatcoat bedecked with gold buttons, of the same era as the late Lord Margate’s long waistcoat. Bixby had won the coat off a wildly inebriated Prussian naval officer in a cut-throat game of All-Fours. He had then been too nervous of its embroidered bullion and ranks of golden buttons to wear it publicly. As a result it was not only the warmest but the cleanest garment Harry owned, and he put it on rather than carry it in his overburdened arms.

Bedside, Ralph was out of his breeches, his pale shirt glowing in the warm lamplight. He looked Harry over as he neared, then licked his lips. “Oh my,” he murmured, his hand on his heart, as Harry set down the lamp with care. “Have you come to plunder my Spanish Main?”

Harry glanced at the swaggering seaman’s coat with its gleaming buttons, the bottle of rum in his hand. “I might do so. Right after I take you round the Horn.”

“If that’s so, anchors aweigh.”

Laughing, they embraced again, Ralph shivering as Harry ran his hands up his shirt and over his bare back, his pert arse. “I missed you,” he sighed, tipping his head for Harry to lick at his sweet throat.

“Yes, that was quite obvious.”

“What can I say? You can be a touch overwhelming.”

Harry laughed again, his lips brushing Ralph’s skin. He’d missed this so much, missed the feel of his lover’s skin and the taste, the way that skin coloured when pinched, the soft little sounds he made when he did so. Ralph was soft everywhere, though much of that had been carved away by the week of hard living, leaving him sleek and sinewy.

“I must stink,” Ralph murmured as Harry nuzzled into the curve of his neck.

“No worse than I do. Now what’s wrong?” he asked as Ralph flinched.

“Your beard. It’s tickling my—”

“You’d best stop complaining, your lordship,” Harry said with that gruff hint of malice that always made Ralph his. “Or I really will have to resort to a gag.”

Ralph moaned, softening in his arms. Two steps and he had pinned the earl against the wall, his knee shoved between Ralph’s thighs. He kept him there without dropping his gaze as he began to undress, smacking Ralph’s hands away whenever he tried to help.

Down to his boots and breeches and the latter hanging open, he lifted Ralph’s shirt over his head and down his shoulders, pinning his arms to the side, his hands lost in the fall of linen.

“Wait, you’ll tear my—mmph!”

For Harry had clapped his hand over Ralph’s mouth. “Shut up, your lordship.

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