Nash's Niche (Behind Closed Doors) by Raven McAllan Read Free Book Online

less, not even in person.
    The brandy was having an effect on her. Nevertheless she tipped the bottle and drank the last inch or so. The room swayed and settled.
    Am I drunk? I can see two beds, therefore surely 'twill be in order for me to rest for a while on one of them? Until I decide what to do and where to do it. Felicity hitched up her skirts and climbed onto the high bed. Her knees sank into a soft feather mattress and she sniggered. If she rolled over she'd be surrounded by it. Could a bed smother one?
    Did she care? Felicity yawned and looked at the bottle still in her hand. It was empty. Her tummy rumbled and she giggled and rubbed it. There was little chance of filling it for a while , not when she was so tired. She'd just close her eyes for a few minutes, sort out a plan and leave. All she needed was time to regroup.

Chapter Five
     
    Nash squinted at the staircase and frowned. Since when had it swayed?
    Beside him Randall groaned. "I think your stairs might not like me. They are trying to bite. That is not friendly." He hit Nash on the shoulder. "Is it?" he demanded. "Not good at all, and me a guest. I tell you, you need to control them better. I bet you that they wouldn't be so unfriendly toward Perry, they would not dare." He snorted.
    Nash decided the noise was not unlike that a stallion that sensed a mate. He didn't think that was the case with Randall, but who knew?
    "You sort 'em Nash; I'll wait in the library until you soothe them." With a tipsy bow, Randall turned and staggered back the way they had come. Nash had no doubt his brother would be snoring in the library chair within minutes.
    With a shrug—or what he thought might be a shrug—Nash looked at the offending fixture they had been attempting to mount. It was true they did seem to be ready to attack in waves. "Down boys." He sniggered, recognizing that reprimand ing a staircase was not the attitude of a sober man. Nash took a deep breath and put his foot where he decided the first step should be. He was right. Emboldened, he lifted his other foot and waggled it in the air. The waggling helped him decide what moved the most, him or the wooden treads. He tilted his head to one side and decided that made the sway worse. Straight up was the way forward, for head, feet and indeed all his body.
    "Be brave." Why did his voice sound unnaturally loud? No matter, he thrust his foot downward. The jarring that went from his foot to his chin as he hit the hard wood was most unpleasant. Nash looked upward. He still had a long way to go. Even after he tried to shake his head to clear it, the ascent still looked daunting. Perhaps all fours would be better?
    He tried; it was. Ha, let Perry tell him he had no mind for complications, he'd solved this problem. Nevertheless, one thing was certain, Perry would not have been beaten by such a small obstacle as a moving staircase. With hardly a thought to what his elder brother would say if he could see him, he adjusted his cock, which, with all the abnormal moves, was perking up quite nicely. It was a pity it was all in vain. His weapon would have to get used to abstinence just as he would. Nash bit his lip, and wondered not for the first time why he credited his prick with a mind and a will of its own. He moved onto his hip and rubbed his tool for a second. Another wayward thought crossed his mind. Why did one small albeit important part of a gentleman's anatomy have so many ways of describing it? He grinned at the now considerable bulge.
    "And want, and I will be your master My Lord pego." Nash put one hand in front of the other and followed them with his feet, until inch by swaying inch he reached the landing. As he knelt there he pondered his next move. He ought to stand up, just in case. Nash rolled his eyes and wished he hadn't. Now he could add a headache to his motion sickness. Just in case of what? The plague? An earthquake? Neither was likely in Rutlandshire. Ah, he remembered. The servants. Not that he