A Perfect Wife(33)

Malcolm continued with her breasts. Duff held his cock at her entrance, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did her welcoming smile took his breath away. Her eyes were green with passion.

“Do ye wish my cock?” he asked.

“Aye, but I canna peak again.”

He growled at the challenge and slid in, clenching his teeth at her tight heat. Her orgasm had made her so wet that, though he was big, he fit easily. The slow slide of her flesh on his cock was amazing but it was the look of passion in her eyes as she stared up at him, her trust in him to please and care for her, that made this far more than a mere coupling.

Slowly, in and out, he moved until she was once more gasping.

He changed angles, searching for that spot that made her wild. She clenched around him. It was not a big orgasm but good enough for her second. Now she had peaked the tension in his balls was a need that had to be met. He sped up, plunging into her as her moans continued.

“Mine!” he roared as he filled her.

Replete, he fell to his side so not to crush her. He fought to breathe. He had a stupid grin on his face from making her come again and proving she was his.

“I canna get up after that,” she said, groaning.

“Stay where ye’re at,” said Malcolm, patting her haunch. “Duff has much to do to prepare for the feast. Isna that so, brother?”

The last was said in an ominous lairdly tone. Though they were not laird and steward in this chamber they were still brothers with Duff the younger. He had started this feast day the best way possible. Kiera was too tired to let his twin do the same. If she rested a bit she may reward Malcolm the same way.

He rolled off the bed. “Aye, much to be done. And as I am so much younger I have more strength to do it. I shall let my old”—he stressed the word—“brother rest.”

“Ye’ll be paying for that in the games after our feast,” warned Malcolm.

Duff put on his plaid, waving away his brother’s warning. “We’ll see who wins, old man.”

“I’m barely ten minutes older,” called Malcolm before Duff shut the door behind him, chuckling at baiting him.

His chuckle faded quickly once he was alone. Yes, he had much to do, starting with Fergus, who was training him in the duties of a steward. So far it had required too many hours huddled over a table going over lists as well as asking and answering dozens of questions. It suited Fergus, who lived in the end chamber on the second floor beyond the laird’s office. He had views to the north over the village toward the Ross side of the mile-wide stretch of sea, to the south into the bailey, and over the courtyard by the kitchen stairs. From there he coordinated the running of Kinrowan like a spider at the center of a web. Duff would learn from the man, but he would not spend his life in one room. He’d rather be out speaking with men than reading their reports. Often people didn’t understand what they’d seen unless you drew it out of them and put things together.

He ran his hand over his face, slumping with the strain of keeping an easygoing smile while feeling overwhelmed. He would’ve been content, even happy, living in a small croft with Kiera and Malcolm. He’d dreamed of the three of them working together, using their hands and minds and bodies to create something from nothing. It would’ve been a hard life compared to this, though still far better than what they’d had at Duncladach. Instead, he was steward of an entire castle, one that Ross of Balnagowan wished to seize.

He shook off the mood and put on his mask.

It would be a full day. Kiera would be in her element, surrounded by her clan here and in the village. Knowing their wife, she would likely try to get to the shore. She’d miss the sunrise blessing of fishermen, nets, and boats by their new priest, Father Patrick. The feast would be held in the bailey. By the time it was cleaned up they’d be ready for some football. That would be the highlight of his time so far at Kinrowan. He would be outside, running and fighting for the ball. The thought of pounding his opponents would get him through the rest of the day.

He used the garderobe, washed, and then listened at the door. He heard nothing so assumed they’d gone back to sleep. Both of them needed it. Malcolm only relaxed in their chamber. Duff figured his twin could use Kiera’s comfort as much as the release.

He had a duty to his laird and their lady’s clan. He’d grab a tray of food on the way through the kitchen and break his fast with Fergus. It was a brilliant day, cool but not cold, and after the feast he’d be breaking a few heads, starting with his brother!



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Kiera smiled to herself within Malcolm’s strong grasp. His hand on her breast was more of a comfort hold than a way to arouse. After Duff left they’d both taken care of their morning needs and returned to bed. She was, she realized, content. The two orgasms Duff gave her had relieved the strain that had been building.