Lord of Scoundrels - Loretta Chase [100]
He had awakened in the wee hours, randy, and wakened her to remedy the ailment. Which, it turned out, required two treatments. Consequently, they'd overslept.
As a result of their late start for Devonport, they arrived at the wrestling match minutes after it began, and failed to get a suitable place in the crowd. And everything was Jessica's fault— because he wouldn't have become randy, Dain had complained, if she hadn't been sleeping with her hindquarters squashed against his privates.
"We're too close," he complained now, his arm protectively about her shoulders. "In another few rounds, you'll be spattered with sweat— and very possibly blood, if Sawyer doesn't stop kicking Keast in the knees."
Jessica did not remind him that he was the one who'd insisted on elbowing his way to the front.
"That's how Cann dealt with Polkinhorne," she said. "I understood kicking was permissible in west country wrestling."
"I wish that someone in this crowd believed soap and water were permissible," he muttered, glancing about him. "I'll wager fifty quid there isn't a human being within a mile who's had a bath in the last twelvemonth."
All Jessica noticed were the usual male odors of spirits, tobacco, and musk— and she had to concentrate hard to notice, because she was pressed against her husband's side, and his distinctive scent was making her toes curl. It took considerable effort to remain focused on the match, when his warm body was conjuring heated recollections of feverish lovemaking in the small hours of the morning. His big hand dangled but a few inches from her breast. She wondered whether anyone in the crowd pressing about them would notice if she shifted to close the distance.
She hated herself for wishing to close it.
"This match is pathetic," Dain grumbled. "I could bring Sawyer down with both hands tied and one leg broken. Gad, even you could do it, Jess. I cannot believe Sherburne traveled two hundred miles to witness this abysmal spectacle, when he might have stayed comfortably at home and pumped his wife. One might understand if the girl were bracket-faced or spotty— but she's well enough, if one has a taste for those China doll creatures. And if she isn't to his taste, then why in blazes did the fool marry her? It wasn't as though she had a bun in the oven— nor is she like to have, when he's never home to do the business."
The speech was typical of Dain's mood this day: All the world was in conspiracy to annoy him. Even Sherburne, because he had not…stayed comfortably home with his wife.
Comfortably? Jessica blinked once in astonishment. Good grief, had she actually made progress with her thickheaded husband after all?
Suppressing a smile, she looked up into his cross countenance. "My lord, you do not seem to be enjoying yourself."
"The stench is intolerable," he said, glaring past her. "And that sodding swine Ainswood is leering at you. I vow, the man is begging to have his sotted head separated from his shoulders."
"Ainswood?" She craned her neck, but she could not recognize any faces in the mob.
"You needn't look back at him," Dain said. "He is such an idiot, he'll take it for encouragement. Oh, lovely, now Tolliver's at it. And Vawtry, too."
"I'm sure it's you they're looking at," Jessica said mollifyingly, while her spirits soared. The brute was actually jealous. "They probably had wagers going as to whether you'd come, and Ainswood is not leering, but gloating, because he's won."
"Then I wish I'd stayed at home. In bed." Dain frowned down at her. "But no, my wife's existence will be rendered meaningless if she cannot see a wrestling match, and so— "
"And so you sacrificed your comfort to indulge me. Then, after all the bother, it turns out not to be a proper match at all. You are vexed because you meant this to be a treat for me, and you think it's spoiled."
His frown deepened. "Jessica, you are humoring me. I am not a child. I have a strong aversion to being humored."
"If you do not wish to be humored, then you should stop fussing about everything in the world and say plainly