La Bella Isabella by Raven McAllan Page B

determined he needed to get to know her, especially in the biblical sense. How the hell could he be aroused by a mere glimpse of a nipple and a soft, sensuous body resting against him? In the freezing cold, no less. But not even the fact he could see his breath as he wetted the thin material covering her breasts could reduce his interest.
    Before he really disgraced himself and came inside his pantaloons or pushed them down, pulled her dress up, and took her hard and fast against the side of the carriage in full view of anyone who happened to look, sanity, in the form of Charlie’s voice from inside the carriage, took over.
    Without any hurry, he moved back slightly, noting again her flushed cheeks and rapid breaths. For the first time, he realized she was shivering, and he shrugged out of his greatcoat before wrapping it around her shoulders, enveloping her slight body, while hiding the damp material of her dress. Bloody hell, he chastised himself, it’s a wonder her nipples didn’t freeze and snap off. He watched her pull the coat around herself tightly and visibly pull herself together. It seemed he had the same effect on her as she on him.
    The carriage rocked, and they both watched Charlie climb down, looking somewhat disheveled. Harry raised an eyebrow, and Charlie nodded briefly in return. Oh well, at least one of us is replete. He turned to the young lady, who was now giving instructions to her coachman; it was a pity her words were too low for him to hear. Finally, she turned and curtsied to both men, a faint flush on her cheeks, making Harry aware she may well be remembering what had happened the previous time she’d curtsied to him. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen this time.
    “Sirs, my very grateful thanks.” Her diction was clear and sweet. “Please, do not let us detain you any longer.” Without asking either of them to hand her up, she climbed into the coach, and without further speech, instructed the coachman to drive on.
    They watched as it slowly moved along the street and turned the corner.
    “Well,” Charlie turned to his friend, “just what do you make of that?”
    Harry adjusted his clothing and carefully moved his still throbbing cock into a more comfortable position. “Not enough,” he said slowly. “Did you get any information about who they were? It was too dark to see her face, although I’m sure I half recognized her.”
    “Which half?” Charlie inquired as they walked without haste in the direction the coach had taken.
    Harry laughed. “Unfortunately, not the half I want to get to know more. The last time she spoke, her voice was different. As if she had forgotten to disguise it. Oh well, if she is of the Ton, I’ll find out sooner or later.”
    “And if she isn’t?”
    “I’ll still find out sooner or later. Come on; let’s get you to La Bella Isabella, so you can ogle to your heart’s content. Or don’t you need to go anymore?”
    Charlie knew just what he was alluding to. “Well, let’s face it Harry, if the opportunity is there, we take it. So I did. And very nice it was too. For although her face was hidden, her outline was not. Lush, perfectly formed, and unfortunately, a virgin.” He sighed dramatically.
    “And still a virgin?” Harry asked laconically, although he already knew the answer. Though his friend was irresponsible in some things, deflowering virgins was not one of his vices.
    “Technically,” Charlie replied. He raised a finger in the air as if a thought apparently struck him. “She called her Peggy. So we know Miss Whoever-she-is had a friend, Peggy-something.”
    “Oh well, then, we’re almost there!” Harry said sardonically, as they arrived outside a nondescript wooden door set in a high wall. “Never mind, Charlie, this is where tonight’s spectacle is to take place. Let’s go in and take a box while we can.”
    Upon his knock being answered by a tall man wearing a mask and their admittance allowed, he steered his friend