Yes, please. Attack! Attack!
"I'm glad ye like pleasurin' yourself."
I frowned in confusion.
He dug into his kilt—which had ridden up and now showed off very nice knees—and held up the thing from Glynnis. I realized, upon staring at it that it wasn't a hot dog at all. Blushing, I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed at thinking a dildo was a hot dog or having Ian think it was mine. It seemed it actually was.
"Ian," I said, but nothing more. What was there to say? I looked everywhere but at my husband. Would he reject me now? Kick me out of this room and have the marriage annulled? It wasn't as if we'd had sex to consummate it. Had we? If I kept a dildo, it was definitely possible I'd already had sex with him. If this were modern times and per the girls lunch, I was allowed to jump him, no questions asked.
"I told you to hide it well," he told me.
My mouth fell open and my gaze lifted to his. There I only saw mirth, not disappointment.
"But—"
"Glynnis has wanted her sharp claws in me for a verra long time. She's known I was waiting for you. Hell, everyone in the clan knows I've been waiting for you. She's a right bitch, that one. Her da will have her married off before the new moon."
"She might have her claws in you, but she hates me."
"Glynnis is nay my problem, thank Christ, nor yours. Don't worry about her tonight. Or anything else."
"Like the English?" I asked.
"Aye, I won't be thinking of England while I tup my bride." The corners of his mouth tipped up. He lifted the dildo up. "As for this rod, I told you to keep it a secret."
He gave me that dildo? Crooking his finger, he beckoned me closer. I took the steps that separated us, stood between his spread legs.
I couldn't let the niggling worry of Glynnis go. "Are you sure, because she seemed to want to climb you like a monkey," I countered.
"A monkey?" His dark eyebrows went up at my word choice. I had to assume he had never seen one before, and I was well aware there weren't any indigenous to Scotland. Perhaps I should clarify.
"She was all over you," I added.
He nodded. "Aye, that woman has wanted me for a long time."
I frowned. "I do not like that answer."
He laughed, rich and deep. "Ah, lass. I like that you are jealous. She may have wanted me, but I am here with you."
"You don't want her?"
His mouth fell open as if he were surprised I even asked. "A shrew like that?"
"Yes." I looked down at the floor, made of solid stone. A large rug covered the floor. A dark burgundy color, reminding me of the wine I'd drunk with my friends only a few hours before. "She is a very beautiful shrew."
Ian sighed. "As I said, she is nay my problem. You are."
I lifted my head and looked at him. "I'm… I'm a problem?"
"When I gave you that ivory rod, you were to keep it well hidden."
I had no idea if I'd hidden it well and Glynnis had rummaged around and discovered it, or if I left it out for anyone to find. Hell, I didn't even know if Glynnis was my friend, sister or enemy. Enemy, most likely and a woman scorned, based on the way she'd behaved.
"I'm sorry," I replied.
"Did you get to use it as I wanted?" His hands came to my hips, his thumbs stroking over my belly.
"Um, yes?" Had I?
His eyes widened a fraction and I saw lust there. Blatant lust.
"She did not find the oil I gave you."
Oil?
"No." I agreed because I had no idea.
"My cock is hard just thinking about you using the rod on yourself."
The idea of him giving me a dildo so I could masturbate was pretty hot. Was it because we'd been engaged and it was like phone sex? So many questions.
"I will watch how you used it after you receive your punishment."
I tried to step back, but Ian kept a firm grip on my waist. I might have been sure Ian was the man for me, it didn't mean I wasn't a tad concerned about being punished. "Punishment? But why?"
"I told you to keep it a secret. The rod was so you could prepare yourself for me. It wasna for Glynnis to find. It only made her shame your honor in front of the entire clan in the great hall."
Yeah, the number of people who'd witnessed that embarrassing moment was astounding. That room could have held well over a hundred people. I hadn't had much time to count heads, but at least half that had been present and had learned that I had used a dildo on myself before marriage.
His hands grabbed the fabric of my dress and started collecting it in his grip, pulling it up higher and higher, exposing my legs.
"My honor is fine, Ian."
He shook his head, a dark lock of hair falling over his forehead. "She insulted you, insinuated that your motives were not pure." The last word had a thick roll of the 'r'. "I gave you that rod. I haven't touched you, just as I promised. But knowing you were preparing yourself for me only makes what we have stronger, what we share tonight so much better." He growled when his hands cupped my bottom. Only a thin layer of underwear—what were they called, drawers?—separated my bare skin from his palms. "What we do together will ne'er be shared, Alexandra. Your body belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. It isna for Glynnis or anyone else."