“We are blessed, my love. Truly blessed. And it is not odd that you had doubts. I knew you, knew you were ready to begin our new life together, and knew that I was the one who was holding it up. Considering what I needed to fix, you need not feel guilty about the occasional doubt.”
What she had intended to reply to that was quickly lost as he began to make love to her again. Olympia allowed him his way for a little while and then had her own way. She pushed him onto his back and began to kiss her way down his body, renewing her acquaintance with the smooth, hard strength of him. The taste of him, even the scent of his arousal only added to her desire to drive him wild with need for her. She made love to him with her mouth, taking him deep inside and savoring his somewhat incoherent words of encouragement.
Brant fought to hang on to his control, to keep his desire in check as Olympia drove him insane with her mouth. He knew he was within a heartbeat of losing the last of that control when she gently used her teeth on him and he grabbed her under her arms, pulling her back up his body. The slide of her soft flesh against his made him groan, and he quickly centered over his groin.
“Take me inside, love.”
The smile she gave him as she slowly took him into her body had him nearly bellowing with delight. And then she began to ride him. Before he lost the last of his senses, he watched her, with her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing, and pleasure clear to read on her face and thought it the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And then he fell into the abyss, hearing her cry out his name and feeling her joining him in that fall even as he sank beneath the waves of desire only she could toss him into.
A nudge woke Olympia and she lifted her head from Brant’s shoulder, touching her mouth to make certain she had not gracelessly drooled all over him. “What?”
“Fieldgate,” he answered, smiling as she fussed with her hair and struggled to wake up. They had spent two days and nights at Myrtledowns and most of it making love anywhere they could find a spot alone and for most of the night when they went to bed. It was no wonder she was tired.
Olympia looked out the window as they pulled up in front of the doors. It was a lovely house and she knew she would like living in it. There was only one thing she had tried very hard not to think about much. Her gift might prove a veritable curse considering how her loving husband had behaved before she had dragged him away from the house. As he helped her out of the carriage and led her to the door, she swore she would not allow any visions, any knowledge of his past that she might inadvertently catch sight of, destroy what they had found together.
She stepped into the front hall and a very elegant young man in butler finery was right there to take her things. Olympia glanced back at Ilar who studied the new butler for a moment and then smiled as he too handed the man his things. She hoped all the new hires met with the same approval as this morning, her last doubt about whether or not she carried Brant’s child had faded as she had emptied her belly into a bucket. It was only sheer luck that he had not been there to see it.
As they walked to the drawing room, she began to notice something different about the house. When she had been here before there almost had been an air of sadness to the place, and the hint of what Brant had been up to during his plunge into debauchery had been everywhere as well. It was gone. She sniffed the air, certain there was a scent that had not been there before and one she should recognize. It was not until they entered the drawing room that she knew something had changed, she was just not sure what.
Olympia looked at Brant and saw that he was tense despite his smile and casual conversation with Agatha and Ilar. He waved her toward a chair but there was such an odd look on his face that she was reluctant to sit in it. Cautiously, recalling what she had seen the last time she had touched something in his home, she sat down. Nothing.
Then it hit her. That was what she sensed was different about the house. There was nothing. No sadness. No anything. It was as if the house had been built just yesterday and nothing had ever happened in it yet.
“Brant, it is gone,” she said, looking at her husband and watching him relax and smile. “How is it all gone? It is as if nothing has ever happened here.”
“A clean slate,” he said.
“Exactly but how is that possible?”
“I wrote to your brother and told him I needed the house cleaned of the stain of my actions of the past few years. He sent one Lady Honey Vaughn and a veritable army of other women and they cleaned my house.”
It took her a moment to place Lady Honey Vaughn and then she stared at Brant. “You had all the energies cleansed. Everything.”