THIS TIME, SAM took his time. When Rayne fell back onto the mattress, out of breath and stretching like a well-fed kitten, he climbed off the bed and padded to the table that held the strawberries. “Are you hungry?”
Rayne sighed. “Starved. I didn’t have lunch.”
“Mrs. Powell!” He turned quickly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Rayne grinned. “I was distracted, Mr. Powell.”
He gave her his crooked smile and pulled the rope in the corner of the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Ordering some food,” he said as he pulled his pants on.
Rayne rolled to face him. “Can you ask for some hot water as well, please? I’d love a bath.”
He leaned over and kissed her quickly. “Of course.”
Rayne climbed off the bed and was thrilled to see that Victoria had left her a robe and a few other personal items. Lifting the robe, she frowned. “What’s this?”
“Hm?”
“I thought this was Victoria’s robe.” She pulled it over her shoulders.
Sam chuckled. “No, Angel. It’s yours.”
“R.E.P.,” Rayne read the initials out loud and then narrowed her eyes at Sam. “When did you have this made?”
“A week ago.”
Her eyes widened. “You did not!”
“I did.”
“Slightly cocky, don’t you think?”
He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her nose. “I told you we were going to get married. It’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.”
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she smiled up at him. “I promise I will never doubt you again.”
They heard a knock and Rayne moved to sit in one of the chairs facing the fireplace, out of view of the door. Sam gave the man his order for food and also requested a bath. A few minutes later several maids walked in and filled the tub. Rayne thanked them and watched them leave. She slipped her robe off and heard Sam groan behind her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing other than the fact that you are entirely too beautiful for words.”
She smiled over her shoulder and made her way into the dressing room. “Join me,” she invited, doing her best Mae West impersonation.
“I have to wait for the food.”
“Right. Too bad.” Rayne winked at him. “I’ll be naked with water cascading down my body and into crevices I just can’t reach by myself.”
“Rayne!”
She giggled at his discomfort. “I’ll be waiting.”
* * *
Sam rolled his eyes when he heard the sluice of the water as Rayne settled her body in the tub. He could have sworn it took a lifetime for the food to arrive and he almost felt guilty about rushing the man out the door once it was delivered. He locked the door and then made his way into the dressing room.
Rayne smiled up at him. “That was quick.”
“Oh? I was certain it took them an hour.”
Rayne gave a throaty laugh. “Why are your pants on, baby?” She reached up and slipped the buttons. He reached into the tub and lifted her out. “What are you doing?”
He carried her to the fireplace and laid her down on the floor. “Showing you what happens when I’m forced to wait.”
Rayne bit her lip and watched as Sam removed his pants and knelt in front of her.
“On your knees,” he demanded.
She nodded and did has he ordered, her body on alert, already shuddering with need. Sam didn’t bother with foreplay, just slid into her from behind, and Rayne couldn’t have been more grateful.
Sam reached between her legs and fingered her clit as he slammed into her again. He slowed so he could work her nub and Rayne mewed with frustration. “Sam!” she snapped.
He gave her bottom a smack.
She came. So hard and fast, she wasn’t expecting it. “Ohmigod,” she breathed out.
“My angel likes that,” Samuel observed.
“Your angel isn’t feeling very angelic right now.” She pushed back against him. “Do that again.”
He chuckled, burying himself inside of her over and over until she didn’t think she could take anymore and then he slapped her again. “More,” she rasped.
He smacked her one more time and she fell forward as she came. Sam caught her and she felt him stiffen, then his cock pulsated inside of her as he joined her in climax.
Sam pulled her close before taking her to bed.
* * *
Just as morning broke, there was a pounding on the door. Sam jumped from the bed and heard Rayne groan in frustration. “Who is that?” she whispered sleepily.
“I don’t know.” He pulled his pants on. “Stay there.”
“Where am I going to go naked and exhausted?” She pulled the covers over her head.
He opened the door to find Crow on the other side. “Issues at the prison, Sam. Sorry.”
“What time is it?” Sam whispered.
“Four.”
Sam grabbed a shirt. “What’s going on?”
“Rose Johnson has been assaulted and she’s accusing one of the guards of doing it.”
“All right. Give me a minute.”
He closed the door and Rayne sat up as Sam finished dressing. “What’s wrong?”
“Problem at the prison, Angel. I won’t be long,” he promised. “Go back to sleep.”
“Kiss,” she said sleepily.
He leaned over and kissed her lingeringly. “Sleep.”
“Okay.” She rolled over.
Sam stoked the fire before he grabbed his hat and walked out the door to join Crow. The men moved quickly but quietly down the hall of the hotel and out onto the street.
“What happened?” Sam asked as they made their way to the prison.
Crow shrugged. “We aren’t entirely certain. Rose is definitely battered and bruised, but something isn’t right.”
“Who does she say attacked her?”
“Billy.”
Sam couldn’t hide his shock. “Billy Jones?”
Crow nodded.
“Her brother attacks Ben and now Rose says Billy attacked her? You’re right, Crow. Something definitely isn’t right.”
* * *
Rayne woke a few hours later and stretched, her body pleasantly sated. It took her a minute to remember that her husband had been ushered away in the middle of the night and she was alone. She climbed out of bed and grabbed her robe. She had no idea what to do now. She didn’t know if she was expected to hang around by herself all day or try and entertain herself.
Fortunately, she was shaken from her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. “Who is it?”
“Victoria.”
Rayne opened the door and gave a little squeal. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to entertain you.” Victoria laughed and pulled her in for a hug.
“Thank you!” Rayne closed the door. “I thought I might be stuck in this room all day.”
“Sam sent one of his men to the house and told us he was going to be tied up all day.” Victoria closed the door and set her reticule down. “Are you hungry?”
Rayne nodded. “Starved. I’m glad you’re here. I still haven’t quite gotten the hang of putting on a corset.”
“Which part?”
Rayne sighed. “Tightening it.”
Victoria walked to the bell pull and rang it. “Yes, it does take time. Let’s order breakfast and then I’ll help you dress.”
A knock at the door announced the arrival of a bellman. Victoria gave him an order and then closed the door. Rayne gathered her discarded clothing. “I didn’t bring anything with me, so I’ll just put on what I wore yesterday.”
“Oh, Rayne. Ye of little faith.” Victoria walked to the wardrobe.
She opened the doors and Rayne let out a gasp. “What are those?”
“This is a day dress and this is a ball gown,” Victoria said, showing off each of them.
Rayne smirked. “Yes, I see that, but how did they get there?”
Victoria grinned. “Sam had a few things made for you and we brought them here.”
Rayne grinned. “He’s amazing.”
“You like him now?”
Rayne bit her lip. “You have no idea.”
Victoria giggled and helped her dress. Breakfast was delivered and the girls took some time to catch up on the events of the past week.
Victoria sipped her coffee. “We were worried about you, but Sam sent a wire that you were doing much better, so Quincy made me come home. I hate that I missed your wedding.”
“I think I might have missed my wedding, too, it was over so quickly,” Rayne joked.
Victoria smiled. “Chris and Quinn will be arriving shortly to take your stuff to our new home, which is gorgeous, I must say.”
“I can’t wait to see it.”
Once they were finished with breakfast, they packed up the few items in the room and waited for the Butler men to arrive. Rayne was thankful they didn’t have to wait long.
Christopher and Quincy arrived thirty minutes later and guided the bellmen down to the awaiting buggy. The girls followed and waited while Quincy checked them out.
“What happened at the prison?” Rayne asked.
“An issue with a prisoner,” Christopher answered.
Rayne tried to stare forcefully at Christopher. “You’re not going to tell me are you?”
“That’s for your husband to do,” Christopher said, although he tempered his comment with a smile.
Rayne grunted and leaned back in the seat. They arrived at the townhouse and Rayne looked forward to the tour, especially the bedroom.
“HoBo?” Victoria called.
“In here,” Hannah called from the dining room. She was unpacking some of the china.
Rayne pulled her gloves off and laid them on the table while Hannah and Victoria discussed where everything should go. Hannah stepped onto a small ladder next to the china hutch. “Hand me those glasses, would you?”
Rayne handed up two of the wine glasses.
Christopher came looking for his wife and Rayne thought the vein on the side of his head might burst. “Hannah!”
“Hi, lovey,” she said with feigned innocence. He growled and quickly lifted her off the stool. She squealed in surprise and one of the glasses dropped from her hand. “Knight!” Hannah admonished. “Look what you’ve done!”
“What the hell are you doing on a stool?”
Hannah looped her arm around his neck and smiled. “Helping.”
“Don’t you dare,” he warned.
Hannah wrinkled her nose. “Help?”
“Mince words with me.”
“Was I?” She winked at Rayne.
“Hannah. You’re supposed to be resting… not unpacking boxes. You should have the house staff take care of this.”
Hannah gave a mock pout. “But they’re busy doing other things and I want to help.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not having this conversation with you here. We’ll discuss it at home.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She turned to Victoria. “Sorry about the glass. Knight will buy you another set.”
He growled again in response. “I’m taking you home.”
“Eh?” Hannah sighed. “No you’re not. Don’t you and Quinn need to get back?”
“Yes,” he said reluctantly.
“Well, then I don’t want to be alone.” She laid her hand on her stomach. “What if something happened to the baby and I was without you?”
Christopher grunted in response and then glanced at her feet. “Where are your shoes?”
Hannah nodded toward the corner. “Over there.”
“Hannah.”
“What? You know I hate shoes. I’m in my sister’s house, I shouldn’t have to wear them, for Pete’s sake.” She pushed at his shoulder. “Put me down, baby.”
Christopher sighed. “There is broken glass on the floor, Hannah.”
Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Only because you broke it.”
Quincy had snuck into the room and stood with Victoria, a grin on his face. He shook his head toward Hannah. “Don’t worry about the glass, Hannah. Our housekeeper will take care of it. We should go, Chris.”
Christopher nodded and then raised an eyebrow at Hannah. “No stools.”
“No stools. Now, put me down, love.” Christopher moved away from the glass and set her gently on her feet. She patted his chest. “You were much more fun when I wasn’t pregnant.”
Christopher let out a deep breath, but he didn’t comment. Rayne followed as Hannah and Victoria walked their husbands out.
Once Victoria closed the door, she turned and started to laugh. “I thought Chris’s head might explode.”
Hannah shook her head. “I shouldn’t have been on the stool. He was right.”
Victoria settled her hands on her hips. “No you shouldn’t, but still. He’s being a little over-reactionary, don’t you think?”
Hannah jabbed a finger toward her. “I will remind you of this conversation when you get pregnant.”
“I’m not having kids,” Victoria grumbled.
Hannah groaned. “We’re back to that?”
Victoria shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t you want kids?” Rayne asked.
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Because she’s crazy.”
Victoria ignored Hannah’s comment. “No immunizations.”
“I hadn’t thought about that.” Rayne frowned.
“Good job… scare her.”
Victoria shrugged. “I’m just sayin’.”
“Don’t listen to her, Rayne.” Hannah turned to Victoria. “Who peed in your cereal this morning? Or are you PMSing?”
Victoria sighed. “Sorry. Quinn and I are in a bit of an argument.”
Hannah moved toward the parlor.
“What happened?” Rayne asked as she followed.
“One of the men Quincy works with was found alone in a compromising situation with a woman,” Victoria said.
Rayne raised an eyebrow. “Compromising, how?”
“They were kissing.” Victoria scowled. “Big freakin’ deal.”
“You’re still fighting about this?” Hannah asked as she sat on the sofa.
Victoria sat in the chair across from her. “Did you or did you not have the same argument with Chris?”
“We resolved it,” Hannah whispered.
Victoria snorted. “And you are a liar.”
Hannah stuck her tongue out at Victoria. “Try and prove that in a court of law.”
Rayne sat next to Hannah and looked back and forth between the two of them.
Victoria gritted her teeth. “The bottom line is that it’s wrong!”
Hannah nodded. “You’re preaching to the choir, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Rayne raised a hand. “Could one of you please explain the argument?”
Hannah grimaced. “The woman’s family is insisting they marry.”
Rayne raised an eyebrow. “Because they were kissing?”
Victoria nodded. “Yep. And Quincy thinks they should!”
Rayne gasped. “But what if she doesn’t want to?”
Victoria shrugged. “Quincy doesn’t think she should have a choice. She allowed it to happen after all.”
Rayne groaned. “Sometimes you don’t really have a choice.”
Hannah nodded. “I know, right? I mean, Christopher was dragging me into dark, secluded areas to kiss me pretty much the moment we met. We never got caught and I’m madly in love with him, but what if I didn’t want his advances? He’s twice my size!”
“Exactly.” Victoria huffed. “What happens if a man who’s not honorable does that to a young woman and she’s forced to marry him?”
Rayne gasped. “Does that really happen?”
“Apparently so.” Victoria leaned forward.
“That’s awful!” Rayne bit her lip. “Can’t she just say no? Refuse to marry him?”
Victoria shook her head. “If she does, she’ll be ostracized and branded as a whore.”
Rayne’s mouth dropped open. “Does that really happen?”
Hannah nodded. “Yes. It does.”
Rayne stood. “How do we stop it?”
Hannah sighed. “I don’t know.”
Victoria groaned. “We’ve been trying to come up with a plan for weeks.”
“We should start something, a refuge of some sort,” Rayne suggested.
“Easier said than done,” Victoria grumbled.
“It all starts with an idea, right?” Rayne crossed her arms. “I started a shelter for abused women and children at home and it was working. We don’t have anything keeping us occupied during the day, so why don’t we work on it together?”
Hannah sat up. “That’s a really good idea.”
With a plan in mind, they unpacked a few more things and then stopped for lunch. Afterwards, they moved around the spacious kitchen, arranging cupboards and drawers.
“Mrs. Butler?”
“Yes, Marie?” Victoria turned to the housekeeper.
“The beds are made, ma’am. Do you have a moment to go over the dinner menu?”
Victoria nodded. “Yes, of course.”
Hannah grabbed Rayne’s hand. “I’ll show Rayne to her room.”
As Victoria and her housekeeper discussed dinner, Hannah led Rayne upstairs. The room was simple and large, and Rayne felt immediate comfort. The colors were muted creams and burgundies, and a large fireplace took up most of the west wall. It had been lit and the room was engulfed in warmth.
“Come and see the bathroom.” Hannah grinned. “It’s amazing.”
Hannah led her down the hall and opened a door in the center of the hallway. Black-and-white tile covered the floor and a large claw-foot tub sat next to the outer wall. There appeared to be a set of pipes that carried water to the canister for the toilet and another set to carry water to the tub. “Wow.” Rayne let out a whistle. “It’s huge.”
“They converted a bedroom. There’s this weird pump thing to make a shower… sort of. At least you can rinse your hair.” Victoria chuckled. “The great thing is you can actually draw hot and cold water into the tub and then drain it. There’s a vat in the basement that houses the hot water, but the biggest relief is they were able to fashion a toilet of sorts.”
Rayne studied the room. “It’s quite remarkable.”
Hannah nodded. “They did the same next to their bedroom, but it’s not as large. Sophie has several in her new house and helped with the concept.”
Rayne raised an eyebrow. “I wonder what Sam’s house is like.”
“You’ll find out in a few days.” Hannah smiled. “And you should start referring to it as your place as well.”
Rayne chuckled. “Yes, it’s just weird to be moving into a house I’ve never seen before. What if I hate it?”
“I’m pretty sure Sam’ll let you change whatever you want.” The girls made their way back downstairs and Hannah raised an eyebrow. “Are you planning on traveling with us to Harrisburg for Thanksgiving?”
Rayne shrugged. “I haven’t talked to Sam about it, but I think it would be fun.”
Hannah sighed. “I’m really looking forward to the trip. All of our family and friends together. I miss Sophie terribly.”
“She’s coming when your baby is born, right?”
“Yes. But that’s several months away.” Hannah laid her hand on her stomach. “I haven’t been able to travel with all the complications of the pregnancy, so Thanksgiving is going to be awesome for me.”
They arrived downstairs just as the front door opened.
“Helloooo.” Emma poked her head in through the door and the girls met her at the threshold.
“Hi, Em.” Hannah hugged her, then the three girls made their way to the parlor.
Emma removed her gloves. “Where’s Vic?”
“I’m here,” Victoria said as she walked through the parlor doors. “I was just changing.”
“I heard Rocky whinnying when I tied Apollo to the carriage house.”
Victoria giggled. “He’s apparently dying for a ride as well.”
Rayne let out a snort. “You did not really name your horses Rocky and Apollo, did you?”
Emma grinned. “We so did. Cute, huh?”
“Do you want to join us, Rayne?” Victoria asked.
Rayne shook her head. “Honestly, I’d like to just hang out.”
Victoria nodded. “Have fun.”
Emma gave a little wave. “We better get going so we can get back before dark.”