Castles, Kilts and Caresses

by Carmen Caine

  Sean puzzled at her shyness. “Do not think on Jinny’s dour frown. ’Tis none of her concern what we do within this chamber.”

  “But rumors will spread—’tis different from the last time. Jinny had a bairn to deliver and I was appointed another chamber by Angus.”

  He reached across the table and cupped her face in his palm. “As long as you remain in Dunollie, your reputation is safe. I’ll not stand for anyone sullying your name. Besides, as far as anyone is aware, you are staying in the lady’s chamber.”

  Gyllis lowered her chin and looked up with the coyest of stares. “Very well—if you are certain.”

  He took a bite of cold roast lamb. “I am.”

  She raised her eyebrows and glanced toward the bath. “Then I should like to wash your back.” Honest to God, what a change his promise had brought about.

  Sean stopped mid-chew. His mind went blank. His hunger fled. His cock lengthened. And then he swallowed. “I would be bathed by no finer hands than yours, m’lady.”

  “I believe the fire has warmed the air enough for you not to catch a chill.”

  “Quite right.” Not that chilly Scottish air ever bothered him. After shoving a bite of bread in his mouth, he stood and moved to the bath. Untying the braies, he let them drop to the floor. The heat of her gaze seared his back. He knew Gyllis as a passionate woman. Her earlier embarrassment had been a fear of gossip by the servants, not a fear of him. Sean wanted her to see him naked. He pivoted and faced her.

  Her gaze raked down his body, lowering to his manhood, Gyllis gasped.

  Even on the brink of exhaustion, his cock was hard.

  He tapped his top lip with his tongue, anticipating her hands around his cock. Absently, his hand snuck down and he stroked himself. “I want you, lass.”

  Gyllis’s green eyes sparkled as she inclined her head toward the tub and waited for him to climb in. She was right. He did need to bathe first. Unfortunately, the damned barrel wasn’t large enough to pull her in. She removed her cloak and sauntered forward. Her limp hardly noticeable, she’d come so far since she was stricken.

  Picking up the cake of soap with the tips of her fingers, she held it to her nose. “Mm. Rose.”

  Sean’s flesh tingled with anticipation as she knelt beside the basin. His voice box was too thick to speak.

  She dipped the soap in the water and with her first touch, Sean shuddered. He closed his eyes and moaned.

  “Shall I cleanse your back first?”

  “Aye,” he rasped.

  “I’ll be careful to avoid your sores.”

  He’d scarcely felt the lesions when he’d slipped into the tepid water.

  Gyllis smoothed a soapy hand over his shoulder.

  Never in his life had he experienced a touch so ethereal. Her fingers plied his skin with light swirls, making his skin come to life and his blood pulse. Giving in to her heavenly ministrations, the tension shed from Sean’s shoulders in concert with the water trickling down his chest and back.

  Gyllis scooted forward, her face only inches from his. “Shall I cleanse the rest?”

  Yes, for the love of everything holy, yes. “Aye,” was all he could manage to utter.

  Gyllis lathered the cake of soap. “I can be more careful when I use my fingers.”

  Sean needed those deft fingers plying him now. “Feels like heaven.”

  She tickled his chest and swirled her fingers around his nipples, leaning so close her wild, sensuous scent overpowered the rose in the soap. Sean’s cock grew a mind of its own. It had been hovering just below the water, but it jutted through the surface, so hard it tapped his stomach.

  A groan rumbled through his chest while Gyllis continued lower. He couldn’t see her face, but he felt her eyes boring into his erection while her hands continued lower. Her touch became torturous as she bathed everything but his member, continuing to swirl her fingers around the sensitive skin on his inner thighs.

  The further her hands got from his cock, the more he craved them to stroke it and free him from the hot, aching, yet exhilarating tension in his groin.

  Sean realized he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, when she stopped.

  Gyllis cleared her throat. “S-shall I wash you there too?” Her voice had taken on an erotically husky tone. The state of his arousal had affected her more than he’d realized, making his need all the more intense.

  “Pleeeeease.”

  Slowly she lathered the soap between her fingers. Her braid swung around from her back. Sean grasped it and tugged off the thong at the end. Before she set the soap down, he had her hair released. The chestnut flickered with coppery highlights from the glow of the fire.

  Their gazes collided as if steam erupted between them. Sean held his breath. Gyllis’s lips parted and she released a stuttered exhale, her stare drifting down his body until it met with his cock.

  Sean groaned before her slender fingers wrapped around him. She stroked him with such a feathery caress, he thought his heart would blast to the rafters. He realized he must have moaned when she asked him if she was hurting him.

  “Nay,” he managed through clenched teeth. “Grip harder.”

  With two more strokes, Sean could take no more. Either she would bring him undone or he would need to quell his burning desire and make this moment last. With a guttural growl he pulled her into the bath and smothered her mouth with his.

  Holding her pliable body in his arms made his tension thrum to the surface. He devoured her mouth, claiming her face with his hands, probing his tongue deep inside with a bone melting fire that spread through his blood. Melting into his arms, she returned his fervor, matching his intensity with her own muffled mewls. Her kisses spread through his soul and claimed his heart, while gradually she took control and slowed their pace.

  Gyllis licked his tongue like no one ever had before with languid brushes as if she’d been practiced in the art of kissing for a lifetime. Her lips wandered across his chin and down his neck—long, slow kisses that consumed his mind. Rather than releasing his tension, what he thought could not grow more intense compounded his need to possess her.

  She clamped onto his shoulders and smoothed her hands down his arms, her sweet breath caressing his chest. “I want you.” She gripped her fingers tighter. “I ken I should let you rest, but I cannot quell the longing in my soul.”

  After one last claiming kiss, Sean gathered her in his arms and stood, clenching his thighs to steady his weakened muscles. Dripping with water, he stepped out of the bath and set her on her feet beside the fire. “You’re all wet,” he said, his brogue taking on the most basal burr.

  He stepped back to untie her laces and her gaze again floated down his body. He liked the way she looked at him with her eyes growing dark.

  Then he pulled her shirt over her head and cast it aside. His breathing sped as he untied the cord around her waist and let the oversized breeks drop to the floorboards.

  He couldn’t help his chuckle as the hem of her shift dropped to the floor, the garment wrinkled. “I cannot believe you shoved your shift into your breeks.”

  “I was in a wee hurry.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Besides, it filled up the extra space inside.”

  He sauntered toward her and untied the frilly ribbon around the neckline. “Not to worry. A shift can easily be removed.”

  Gyllis’s giggle was barely audible as she raised her arms. Sean needed no more encouragement. In one swift move he pulled the garment over her head and tossed it over the chair.

  Her hands again crossed over her breasts. He grasped them with a gentle tug. “You’ve no reason to be bashful, lass. Allow me to gaze upon your beauty.”

  She let him pull her arms away. Light from the fire and candles radiated across her flawless skin—he’d never seen her in the light before. A gasp strained in his throat. He’d thought he’d seen perfection, but now without a doubt, he gazed on the most miraculously bonny woman in all the world. Not only was the face lovelier than a p
orcelain doll, Gyllis had a slender neck with graceful shoulders to match. But her breasts took his breath away. In the golden light, the lush handfuls of ivory flesh were tipped by pink buds that made his mouth water.

  He cupped them in his hands and kneaded. Her moan rekindled the raging fire in his groin. He’d not last long, but first he had to taste her flesh. When he took her nipple into his mouth, she leaned into him with a shuttering moan. God, her voice alone could bring him undone. It spurred him into a frenzy as he plied her breasts with one hand and suckled with his tongue.

  “Please,” she begged. “Sean, I cannot take much more.”

  The pleading tone of her voice attacked his overwhelming need with such force, his cock pulsed. He couldn’t take more either. Sweeping her into his arms, he pulled her into his chest and strode to the bed, droplets of water still streaming from his body.

  When he set her down, she scooted against the pillows and spread her long legs, revealing the pink diamond of flesh he desired to enter with his ever fiber. She rocked her hips forward. “Please. I need you.”

  He climbed over her, his cock straining to take her. But he wanted to make it slow, see to her needs—if he rode her like an alehouse tart, he might come before she reached her release. No. He’d see to her satisfaction first. Bracing his body over her, he slid his hand down her belly and tickled the tufts of hair that concealed her secret treasure. When his finger slid over her tiny button, she arched her back and cried out. “Please!”

  Sean covered her mouth with a languid kiss while he slid a finger inside her core. Her moan rumbled through his entire body. He had now taken control, but the movement of her hips circling around his finger brought on a renewed surge of blinding want. In and out he slid his finger while his thumb caressed her pearl. Her breathing sped. She was close. He wanted to peak with her.

  But Sean continued on until she arched her back and clawed at him. “Sean, please.”

  With a growl, he grasped himself and slid inside.

  Gyllis’s eyes flew open. “All the way.”

  He moaned, so close to spilling, he didn’t know if he could make it to her length. He clenched his muscles and pushed through her slick sheath. “My God, you are delectable.”

  Relentless, she sank her fingers into his buttocks and demanded he thrust. Her gasps of breath grew louder. Sean could control the pace no longer. Giving in to the thrill of their joining, he allowed her to dictate the tempo with her demanding fingers tugging his buttocks. She cried out, reaching her peak. The liquid heat gushing around him had him enraptured, the fire in his groin had never burned so hot. Over and over, he thrust deep inside her until stars crossed his vision. Shattering through the precipice of ecstasy, his seed burst.

  Powerless to pull out this time, he filled her, and by God did he intend to claim her for his own. The woman beneath him would be his wife, even if he had to face every last Campbell in Argyllshire.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  After the most amazing experience of her life, Gyllis had fallen asleep cradled in Sean’s arms. She’d thought nothing could top the last time they’d made love, but oh, how wrong she’d been. And how on earth was Sean able to be so virile after all he’d endured?

  She, too, had been exhausted, yet exhilarated at the same time. She sensed the same raw passion in him, driving him to the point of release. Together nothing could stand in the way of their love. They were made to be together. Their souls were one.

  Destiny had to be the only reason Sean had fallen in love with her—a cripple. It was almost as if he needed to protect her. He’d always handled her as if she were as fragile as a bird. Yet he made love to her with the sort of raw passion she’d seen from him when he sparred in the courtyard. Sean MacDougall would not be bested—not in the bedchamber—and not by the sword. He was solid Highlander through and through. Without an ounce of fat, his muscles were sculpted like the pictures of Greek statuary she’d seen in books. He was an Adonis and he was hers.

  As Gyllis woke, she snuggled into the bedclothes and released a satisfied sigh. So satiated with love, she could spend the entire day abed. She moved her foot back to interlace it with Sean’s leg, but was met with cold linens. Opening her eyes, she peered across the dim room and found herself alone.

  She moved her hand over the spot where Sean had slept. Cold.

  The bed rattled as she clutched the bedclothes under her chin and sat up. Sean was nowhere to be found, though a fire crackled in the hearth and her clothes were neatly stacked on the table beside last evening’s meal.

  She exhaled. At least the servants hadn’t come in and found her in the chieftain’s bed. Goodness, I’d be mortified. She wrapped herself in a blanket, crossed the floor and locked the door—Sean could knock when he returned.

  Stretching, her entire body ached. She looked at her blistered palms, now crusty with scabs. Her arms and shoulders punished her most of all. She tried to raise them above her head and her muscles ached worse than they did at the height of her paralysis. But she knew rowing all that way would take its toll. Rubbing her neck, she vowed not to let a few sore muscles put a damper on her euphoria.

  After pulling on her breeks and shirt, she splashed her face at the basin and used some mint to clean her teeth. She hissed at the pain when the water seeped over her palms. Last night she’d been too numb to notice the pain overmuch. A pair of leather gloves rested beside the basin, and she slid them on, stretching out the fingers. They were big, but the doeskin would protect her skin from further injury.

  She moved to the window and pulled the furs aside, clammy chills coursed over her skin, and it hadn’t been caused by the breeze. No longer dawn, the hour was later than she’d thought.

  Sean’s gone to face Alan.

  As fast as her legs would allow, she dashed to the table, picked up the remaining bread and shoved it in her satchel.

  Why did he not wake me? She pushed out the door and headed down the stairwell only to be met by Jinny.

  “Good morrow, Miss Gyllis.” The woman sounded chipper for someone who most likely thought her a harlot.

  But Gyllis kept herself guarded. Scanning the great hall, her fears were confirmed. Sean was nowhere to be seen. She dipped her head respectfully. “Good morrow. Has Sir Sean left for Dunstaffnage?”

  “Aye. He rode out before dawn.”

  “Before?” Gyllis clutched her satchel to her chest. “Bless it, he was on the brink of death.”

  She folded her hands at her waist. “There’s no need to tell me how stubborn our chieftain is. He’s been the same since he was a bairn.”

  “You knew him as a babe?”

  “Aye, always the adventurer, that lad.”

  “Evidently some things never change.” Gyllis headed toward the big double doors. “Since he did not wait for me, I must travel to the castle alone.”

  Jinny hastened beside her. “He mentioned you might not want to remain behind.”

  “Oh did he now?”

  “Aye.” The woman had the gall to wink. “And he told me you’ll be the lady of the keep right here at Dunollie soon.”

  Gyllis stopped. “He said that?”

  “Aye. Honestly, I’d never thought the lad would set his eyes on just one lass, but ever since he returned from the borders, I swear, he’s not looked at another woman.”

  Gyllis knew Sean had a reputation for liking the lassies, but would have preferred if it were a little known secret. She cringed.

  “Do not worry yourself.” Jinny patted her hand. “When a woman catches a wandering man’s heart, he’s changed for good.”

  She nodded, preferring not to pursue the conversation further. There were many things that needed to be settled before Sean could make an official proposal, the first being he survives this day. “I need the lend of a horse.”

  “I’ll send for Cadan. He’ll escort you.”

  Gyllis spread her gloved palms to her sides. “You’re not going to try to stop me?”

  “Sir Sean told me to
keep you occupied.” Jinny grinned broadly. “But I kent a woman who’d recently suffered a bout of paralysis and practically rowed the whole coast of Argyllshire to singlehandedly rescue the Chieftain of Dunollie would not be content to stay behind and roll the dough for an apple tart.”

  A chill tickled Gyllis’s shoulders. She’d found an ally right there at Dunollie—someone who understood her. She grasped Jinny’s hands between her fingers. “Thank the Lord you understand. Please have Cadan meet me at the stables. I’ve already frittered away enough time.”

  ***

  Alan MacCoul sat in Dunstaffnage’s second-floor solar alone and sipped a dram of whisky. The early hour could be damned—he needed a drink. He hated waiting, and the longer he waited, the testier his men grew. He’d promised them riches and knighthoods. The final seal of success was so near he could taste it. If only the king’s reply would arrive, he could end this bloody siege and his power would be recognized. At last people would bow to him, honor him.

  The standoff had intensified. More clan armies were arriving, and every day Alan’s odds decreased. In addition to the daily volleys of arrows, Campbell’s men had broken through the outer barbican walls. Now Alan held the inner courtyard, the towers and keep. But the person sitting in the king’s solar had the power. He had the power. Stationed on the battlements, his men weren’t forced to be spread out, a good vantage point to battle a larger army if it came to a fight. Alan was still in control. Besides, their numbers would be more effective from the inner curtain wall. But Alan didn’t like being squeezed. And the bastards down below would pay with their heads when the king gave him due recognition.

  Brus pushed through the door. “We’ll be out of foodstuffs within two days.”

  That was another thing that had Alan on edge. The livestock were all housed in the outer barbican and beyond. His two hundred men were stuck with the rotting food in the cellar. Alan tossed back his whisky and gave the insolent cur a sneer. “Wheesht. This will be over before the stores run out.” By God, it had better be.