A Perfect Wife(3)
Not now. Her long black hair spread behind her like a cape. Though she was covered his hands knew well those large breasts and well-curved arse. Her eyes changed from brown to green depending on her mood. They were bright green just before she peaked, something he wished he could give her right now.
He still couldn’t believe this woman belonged to him. He and Malcolm had hoped to find a wife they could get along with, one with a croft they could work and share. Never had he thought he’d find someone who suited him so well. Suited him in bed, and out.
Her eyes fluttered, then opened. She squeaked and ducked her head under the cover, making him laugh.
“What’s this?” He tilted his head to catch the one eye that peeked out. “How can ye be shy after what Malcolm and I shared with ye these last few nights?”
“’Tis why I’m shy,” she admitted. “I took both of you in me, at once!”
He dropped beside her on the bed. He easily tugged the sheet out of her hand, revealing the luscious breasts he loved to admire. “Aye, ye did. And we’d be doing the same again if Laird MacKenzie wasn’t hauling us to Kinrowan.”
“What? Now? But I’m not packed!” She struggled to sit up.
He held her down easily with one palm on her chest. Her breasts flowed to the sides, just begging for his mouth.
“Hush, my sweet. Ye’re staying here. Yer father wishes to show Kinrowan to the new laird and his steward. Ye, my lovely wife, will have a sennight to pack.”
She stopped struggling so he caressed her breast, the nipple already hard and eager. After all they’d done last night how could his cock be hardening once again?
“’Tis my land,” she said. If she was the type to pout it would have been now. Instead, she jutted out her chin. “I wanted to see it first with my husbands.”
“’Twill be a quick trip down and back.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead’s frown wrinkles. “We’ll see what is there and what we should bring with us when we escort our new wife home.” He played with her nipple. “I have a request for ye. Pretend I haven’t told ye that we left, or why. We’ll see if the message is passed to ye, or if someone wants to get back at ye.”
She looked down. “Lots of someones wish to get back at me for the unkind things I’ve said. There will be laughs when my new husbands race off to check my dowry.”
His hand stilled. “I wish ye’d warned us. Kinrowan is no ‘wee tower’, ’tis a full castle.”
“It is?” Her shock could not be false.
“Did none tell ye about it?”
“Father forbid it. I was to know nothing that would give me a stronger wish to leave.”
“Remember, sweetling, I married ye thinking we’d share a wee croft, and Malcolm spoke words with the priest because our lairds signed a marriage contract.” His hand massaged her breast. He did not want to leave Kiera like this! “Ask Malcolm to tell ye what he said to yer father about yer dowry.”
“Tell me now!”
Duff leaned close. “That ye were a treasure all by yerself.”
He kissed her forehead knowing if he touched her lips his horse would be standing in the bailey long after the rest of the men left. He groaned at his aching cock and his need for her.
“If I wasn’t my laird’s loyal steward I’d be inside yer hot puss right now.”
She smiled, one designed to tease and arouse. She stretched like a cat, pushing the sheet off to display herself. He stared as her fingers found her clit.
“Ye can touch yerself while we’re gone, wife,” he said, his voice hoarse, “but dinna bring yerself to yer peak.”
This time she did pout. “Why not?”
He couldn’t stand it. He stepped forward, holding her thighs wide to flick his tongue over her clit. She moaned and pressed on his head to keep his mouth tight to her pussy. He inhaled her scent, closing his eyes to imprint her on his mind before pulling back.
“Duff!” she keened in need.
“That will help ye remember why. I want ye eager for us.” He lifted his plaid to show the hard, thick cock jutting out. She eyed him, licking her lips. His cock throbbed in need. He groaned.
“Oh, husband, you’ll be having a hard ride with that atween your legs.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Ye dinna have to enjoy my pain so much, lass.”
“Aye, I do. Because you’re leaving your new bride alone and wet in her wedding bed!”
He turned away, knowing he was already late. Her demands, moods, and sheer joy of their bedding made her almost impossible for him to resist.
“I shall miss ye, wee Kiera. Best ye be as eager on our return.”