Page 11 of The Lord who Seduced Me
Cabe
London, England Dec 1st 1812
Cabe spent the night tossing and turning. But no matter what he tried; he couldn’t sleep.
He had heated thoughts of Rose all night long. His body was on fire and his cock was hard. It had dripped wetness down his shaft in a steady stream, and now he could not stand it.
He reached under his sheet, and pulled the first stroke, and he shuddered.
He didn’t touch himself often, but after the dreams he had of Rose, and her naked body all night, he had to.
His body was sensitive, and when he pulled the next stroke, and he rubbed the head, he wanted to cross his eyes with how good it felt.
Stroking his shaft faster and faster, Cabe could feel his release build, and his balls felt heavy and tight.
His release shot out of him and he groaned, deep in his chest. His seed spilling down his hand and over his stomach.
He hated wasting it. He wanted his child growing inside Rose, and damn it, he would do it soon.
Every day he saw her, he wanted nothing more than to strip every article of clothing off her body and memorize every last inch of her.
Cabe wiped his seed off his hand and stomach with his sheet and stood.
He needed to get out of his house, change his thoughts about Rose, and how he wished she was here, naked in his bed.
Maybe go see Nathaniel. Yes, he needed to go see his first mate.
Nathaniel knew about the Renegade and his letter and was doing what he could to help Cabe find him.
Cabe wiped his flushed skin down with a wet rag and then dressed. Making certain his prosthetic was in place and clenched tight on his leg.
He walked downstairs and his steward held out a tray to him that had several letters on it. Including one from Cole.
He wanted to see the family but was weary. He didn’t want to drag them into his mess or have the Renegade target them because he was associated with them.
He had to try to find out first what he could about the man hunting him like an animal.
He knew he would see them at the ball tonight, so he read what Cole needed, and penned him a quick response before he left.
He went outside, and it was bitter and cold. There was snow on the ground. His leg did not like the change in the weather, and it ached deep inside.
He didn’t pay it mind. Pain wasn’t new and he couldn’t baby his leg or life would always be at a standstill.
Cabe walked to the mews and got his horse ready to ride, and then he was off to see Nathaniel.
As he rode, Cabe could swear he felt eyes on him, but he ignored it. He knew it was rare to see him out and about, and even more so that he was on his horse.
People knew about his leg, and they judged him for it. He hated it. He judged himself enough for all of them, so hearing their words and seeing the looks on their faces whenever he was near always bothered him.
Cabe rode as fast as he could to Nathaniel’s house. He needed to get this done. He had other things still on his mind. Namely Rose and he wanted to find his woman tonight.
When he reached Nathaniel’s smaller townhouse, he pulled his horse to a stop and carefully dismounted. The dismount always jarred his leg.
He gave the reins to a boy standing outside and gave him a few coins. The boy thanked him profusely, and Cabe knew his horse would be taken care of.
Walking up the front stairs, Cabe knocked on the door and waited. Within minutes, Nathaniel was opening the door.
His oldest friend smiled and let him in. The house was warm and inviting, not like his large, quiet house was. Cabe liked the solitude, but now, all he wanted was Rose in his house.
