Athena's Ordeal (16 page)

Quince shrugged. "She hasn't said so. It's possible that she loves the title. I was very clear there was no money to speak of."

"We're working on that."

"But the duchy will never, in my lifetime, have the funds one would expect of it."

"Especially as Robert will have you killed before the week is out."

Quince laughed, raising his glass. "Especially because of that."

"I'm not entirely joking."

Quince took a hard swallow of the wine. "Yes, I know."

Sabre was back to staring moodily out the window of her bedroom. It had taken to raining this afternoon, which suited her mood perfectly. She had cried all over Charlie but refused to talk. Safe, familiar Charlie. As usual he had cuts and bruises from the rough work he did in the stables and entertained her with stories of this year's batch of colts and fillies. Rather than press her for what made her sad, he contented himself with making her smile and laugh. Thank God for Charlie.

Later she had heard Robert downstairs grilling her poor middle brother about what he had learned. To Charlie's credit, she heard him defend her right to puzzle through her own feelings. Which left her considering that, for the most part, she had lived a life relatively free of strong feelings. She had thought she had feelings before, but now she recognized that they were really ideas and principles. She had never before made a decision based purely on emotion. Knowing the duke could get hurt had terrified her. Knowing that she was powerless to change his course from what she saw as disastrous had made her feel weak. And that he could die? She knew it could destroy her. She truly was angry at Jack for not telling her that love could
wound so deeply.

On his second glass of wine Quince decided he had imbibed enough to broach one last item with his friend. "Gideon, I would like for your advice on something else."

The earl
grunted. "If it is whether or not to redo this room, then I wholeheartedly support it."

Quince looked around at the antiquated gilt-covered chairs. "It is bloody awful. But as I don't spend much time in here it isn't high on my list of priorities."

"Then perhaps you won't notice if I replace everything wholesale."

"Perhaps not."

"If you don't want my advice on decorating then what, pray tell, is there beyond what we have already been discussing?"

Quince poured a third glass and thought that he may have started the conversation too soon. "Something you are very qualified to advise on and hopefully
something I will live long enough to use."

"I already manage your money, we rarely agree on politics, and that only leaves one thing." At Quince's uncomfortable silence Gideon said. "No. Certainly you don't mean that."

"You'll have to admit you've made rather a study of, you know," Quince waved his hand, " how to please a woman."

"We're practically the same age, you could have been doing the same studying. Will this be like school all over again with me doing all your readings?"

Quince laughed. "As long as you don't take the test."

"We've been to the same whorehouses. Did they teach you nothing?"

Quince looked up sheepishly. "About that."

Gideon leaned forward. "What do you mean 'about that'?"

"It has never been my interest to be with a woman who has lain with many men."

"What did you do? Play whist?"

That forced a small smile that Quince covered with a swallow of wine. "At times. I'm sure they thought that I had... other interests."

"You didn't sleep with any of them?"

Quince gave an involuntary shudder. "No."

"You propositioned Miss Bittlesworth when you thought she was Robert's mistress. Why would you do that if... Why
would
you do that?"

"Curious, isn't it? I surprised even myself that day. As is typical, my soul knew things that my mind had not yet comprehended."

Gideon sat back with a frustrated look and downed the brandy in his glass. "You don't even like to talk about sex. You say it disturbs your digestion."

"As we're drinking our luncheon I'm sure I'll be fine. If it makes you feel any better, imagine I'm Charlie."

Gideon snorted. "Charlie would have the good sense to visit the whores and find out for himself."

Quince smiled down into his empty glass, not quite sure when he'd drunk it. "Very well. Don't worry about it."

But Gideon was intrigued now. "How many women have you slept with, then? Have you been preying on the virgins of the 
ton
 and I've somehow missed it?"

"Sabrina Bittlesworth is the only woman I've ever been intimate with."

Gideon stared at him. After a long moment of silence the earl rose to fetch the brandy bottle and brought it back to his chair. He refilled his glass a generous amount and downed more than half of it in one go. "All right, then. What do you want to know?"

"She experienced a great deal of pain the first time, which I'm given to understand is common?"

"It can be, although there are ways to reduce the pain."

"I wish I had known them. There was a good deal of blood
."

"Ah. There may not have been much you could have done then."

"That, at least, is reassuring in a way." Quince thought for a moment. "Although could the position have caused greater pain?"

"I'm baffled to consider what position two virgins could start with that might do so."

"Standing up, with her back to the wall."

Gideon's eyebrows rose. "I'm impressed."

Quince chuckled. "It was her idea. She said 'don't worry, I know what to do.' I didn't have the heart to tell her that I was glad one of us did."

"Are you sure she was a virgin? The blood could have been her menses."

"There was resistance. I definitely felt something break or tear."

Gideon nodded. "All right, then. Jack didn't bleed as much but I have no other experience with virgins. Women are different in other ways, so it would make sense they are different in this."

"The second time she still had pain. She was sweet about it, but I could tell I had hurt her. Is that normal?"

Gideon sighed. "Again, I have limited experience with virgins. How much time had passed?"

"Two days."

"As she bled more than Jack it would make sense that she had more of a wound and would need longer to heal."

"How long did you wait with Jack?"

Gideon smiled at the memory. "I had planned to wait two days. I think she only waited about two minutes."

Quince chuckled. "What interesting women we find ourselves in company with."

"Indeed." Gideon poured more brandy into his glass. "Were those all your questions?"

"No."

Gideon waited a moment, then prompted. "And?"

"I want to be able to please her, and I think I do somewhat, but,” Quince trailed off, unsure how to continue.

"What have you done that seemed to please her?"

Quince could feel himself blushing. Better to finish this now than have to start the conversation again some day. "She enjoys kissing very much. And she enjoys when I kiss or fondle her bosom."

"And have you kissed her below?"

"You mean on her...? Ah, no."

"It's rare for a woman not to enjoy that. Although it is an acquired taste, I will grant you. Bring marmalade to bed if you need to."

"I suppose it would only be fair."

"She...? Bloody hell, how did she know how to do that?"

"She claims you can learn all manner of things from the servant girls."

Gideon shook his head. "I suppose that's true. Especially at her father's house."

That thought sobered him significantly. "I can't marry her, Giddy. I can't be that man's son-in-law."

"You have to, Quince."
 After a few moments of moody silence between them Gideon said, "All right, pay attention. It may take me the rest of this bottle of brandy, but I'm going to tell you everything I know about pleasing a woman. And, God willing, I won't remember this come morning. Should I become senseless, promise me you will deliver me unto my wife before she becomes frantic as to my whereabouts."

"Why would she do that? Sabre said you're hardly ever home."

Gideon looked offended. "I dine and sleep with my wife every night. We ride together almost every morning. Although in her condition I hope to curtail that soon. The only time I am not at home is if we have a social engagement together."

"You never go to White's anymore?"

"If there is a conversation I need to have for Parliament I will go there between supper and bed, but I don't stay out carousing."

Quince looked at the brandy bottle that Gideon had been steadily consuming. "I suddenly feel like a horrible influence."

"Come to think of it, the last time I drank better than a half bottle of brandy it was your doing. Perhaps a fallen angel, then."

"Before your wedding? If I hadn't been there you would have had a full bottle."

Gideon thought for a moment. "That's probably true."

"I suppose the hangover wasn't helpful for your wedding night."

The earl smirked. "Not only did I not anticipate my vows, something which probably shocks you to no end, I also did not enforce my conjugal rights that night. It was near a fortnight after the wedding before we became intimate."

"You're right, I am shocked." Quince grinned. "And it makes me think you're not as skilled at seduction as I had thought."

"See here, man, I will not be so insulted. As I said, listen closely and I will illuminate you."

"I'm hearing nothing yet."

"The first thing is to know what she likes. What she wants."

Quince poured some more wine for himself. "Yes, you're being so helpful."

Gideon raised a brow but continued, slouching down more comfortably in his seat with the brandy bottle propped on one knee and his glass on the other. "Your first encounter tells me she's adventurous. The type who would probably enjoy a change in location. In a field on a summer day, some closeted room at a ball. And her personality tells me that she might enjoy dominance games."

"Beg pardon?"

"Oh, you know, hold her down. Tie her up."

Quince shuddered. "No, I don't believe I'll be doing that."

"You didn't ask me advice on how to seduce you, now did you? But let her tie you up, then. See how she likes it."

The duke raised his o
wn brow in return but didn't say anything, content to sip his wine and let Gideon continue.

"As you are a complete novice I will assume you need some instruction on a woman's body. You are already familiar with the appeal of lips and breasts. After all, who could miss them? But there are any number of places that both you and she may find erotic. The nape of the neck. The back of the knee. The important thing is to explore and see what she responds to. And know that it's not just where you touch her,
but how you touch her. She may enjoy a feather light caress, or she may want a masterful grip. She might like both at different times or in different places."

"You approach women as you do billiards. All strategy and finesse."

Gideon looked contemplative. "Interesting analogy." He sipped his brandy. "Most likely accurate. At least until now."

"It's different now?"

"I lose my head with Jack. I don't focus on it as... as an event." He smiled a bit blearily, the brandy taking effect. "But I have a sufficient amount of practice that I can do that without losing sight of her satisfaction. I assume that you, my friend, do not have that luxury."

"How do you know
when she's satisfied?"

"You know, I have a book to share with you, but you must promise to return it or Jack will be heartbroken."

"Of course."

"It usually takes longer for a woman to reach her peak, but when she does it is a beautiful sight to behold. Especially when it's the woman you love. God, I hope I don't remember this conversation in the morning."

Quince chuckled. "Have sympathy for me, then. It's in my best interest if I do."

"Tell me, how did you make it to this age without taking a woman to bed at least once?"

"That's a story for another time. I don't want to interrupt you now that it's getting interesting."

"What was I saying?"

"What a woman looks like when she reaches her peak."

Gideon smiled
, his words beginning to slur lightly. "Oh, yes. Well. Different things bring them to completion and they express it differently. Some moan or scream. Others are quiet. Some scratch.” He frowned. “That can get bothersome at times. But the best part is when they look at you as though you've discovered something about their body that they never suspected."

"Bloody hell, you are full of yourself, aren't you? How does Jack stand you?"

"She likes me quite well, thank you."

"If you're just going to sit there looking self-satisfied then I'm taking you home."

"I thought you wanted the advantage of my gathered wisdom."

Rather than reply, Quince stood and put out a hand to haul the earl to his feet.

Gideon finished the brandy straight from the bottle before standing. "I may be sufficiently drunk enough now to tell you what I would do were I to find myself in your position."