“Ow,” he said, kissing her temple.
“And what shall we do with Hamish?” Edith asked curiously. “Is he to be Mr. Harper? Captain Harper? Or shall I be Mrs. Harper-Fletcher? Fletcher-Harper?”
“I’m rather fond of my Fletcher,” Hamish said dryly. He sighed. “You can’t have us both, Edith.”
“Not in the same way,” she said. “It simply isn’t done, a woman marrying two men. But there’s no law about loving two men, is there?”
“Perhaps not,” Hamish told her. “But I won’t let you.” She was suddenly stiff in his arms.
“Let me go,” she demanded in a harsh whisper. Hamish did as she asked, and she sat up, still straddling him. She sat there staring at him mutely, and he could almost see her mind whirling with hurt and confusion.
“I can’t stay, Edith,” he told her somberly. “We both know that. I have to go back in a few weeks. Don’t ask for things that can’t be. It will be the Christmas season soon and we’ll have that together. Don’t ruin it with regrets. I just want a chance to be with you.”
“With me?” she whispered. “Or with Finn?”
Ah, there was the rub, for her at least. “With both of you,” he told her honestly. “The truth is he’s in love with you. And even if he wanted things to be the way they were between us many years ago, he wouldn’t dream of hurting you. And damn it, I can’t think of him now without you here with us. You’ve taken a hold of me. Both of you.”
“I want things to be the way they were between us,” Finn said fervently. He grabbed a fistful of Hamish’s hair and tugged, forcing Hamish to meet his gaze. “With Edith, now that I know she wants the same thing.”
He shook his head. “I have to go,” he said, not meeting Finn’s eyes. Neither Finn nor Edith moved to let him go. “I don’t know what to say to you,” he said desperately. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Yes, you do,” Finn told him. “And when you want it too, we’ll be waiting.”
“Christ, is that what you got out of all that? Of course I want it too. Right now. But I have to go back. There’s no changing that.” Hamish shook his head trying to loosen Finn’s hold, but he couldn’t. Edith leaned down and bit him on the chest and he went still. She let him go and licked the spot that stung. It was a good sting, one he wanted more of. She looked up at him from under her lashes like the cat that got the cream as she wiggled against his burgeoning cock, wanton and hungry.
“What Finn said is still true,” she told him softly. She stacked her fists on his chest and rested her chin on them. “We’ll be waiting, no matter when you come back, no matter how long it takes.”
“Why?” he asked, not understanding at all.
“There’s just something about you,” Edith said. Then she stopped and pondered for a moment. “No, about us. The three of us together. It makes me feel alive. I love Finn.” Finn leaned over and kissed her shoulder at the admission and she gave him a special smile. Then she turned her smile on Hamish and his heart did a funny little jig in his chest. “I’m pretty sure what I feel for you could be love, too. I want to find out. Don’t you? I don’t want to just throw this away. This is special, isn’t it?”
He nodded, not sure he could find the words. Finn cupped Edith’s cheek and leaned it to kiss her. It was wonderful to watch, to see how much they loved each other. It was also interesting to see that they kissed one another differently than they kissed him. Was that it? Did they each bring different things to this, fulfill different needs in each other? Edith was sweet and soft and wanton, a delirious pleasure to sink into and love. Finn was hard, impatient, rough. Hamish craved that, too. Neither could be both. Together they gave him what he wanted, needed.
“What do you want about me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Edith asked, a little breathless from Finn’s kiss.
“I mean I love how soft and sweet you are, Edith. Love your breasts and your hot cunny. But I also love how rough Finn can be. He gets rougher the more impatient he gets. And his cock is a thing of beauty. You see?”
“You like different things about us,” Finn said as if it were a revelation. “Well, I also love how sweet and soft and wild my Edith can be.” He bit her shoulder and she shivered. “But I love how big and hard and rough you are, Hamish. The hair on your chest and your heavy balls and firm ass, not to mention that cock. I’m dying to suck it.”
Edith laughed. “Me, too.” Her confession had Hamish groaning and grinding his hard cock up into her behind. “I love how rough you both are, but in different ways. Finn is rough because he likes to grab and bite and toss you about.” She shivered again as if just the thought made her hot. “And Hamish you’re rough because of how big you are, the hair on your chest as Finn said, the size of your cock, and yes, those testicles.” She laughed again. “I feel as if I’m describing you at auction. But honestly, I love that. I didn’t think I’d like it, you know, a big rough man. Until Finn proved me wrong. He made me see you in a different light right away. Finn is impatient, where you have the patience of a saint. Finn is volatile and explosive when he’s in a temper, but you, I never know what you’re thinking at all.” She rubbed her cheek on his chest. “I want to know all about you, though. Let me love you, Hamish.” She threw his words back at him.
Without waiting for an answer she slid down to straddle his legs, putting her mouth right over his cock. He sucked in a breath right before she took the tip of his cock inside her mouth and sucked softly on it. If he hadn’t, he might have shouted out loud at how good it felt. She kept going until she had half of his length in her mouth and she just kept on sucking on him, her tongue making wild patterns on his sensitive skin and he had to grip the bed covers to keep from grabbing her head and shoving in all the way down her throat.
Finn laughed and then he was there, too, licking Hamish’s cock and burying his nose in the nest of red hair surrounding it.
Edith pulled off and kissed Finn right there, Hamish’s cock bouncing off her cheek. Then Finn turned his head and it was his turn to suck on Hamish.
“Christ,” Hamish cried out in a strangled voice as Edith cupped his stones and rubbed them together and Finn took him all the way to the back of his throat. Edith’s finger slid down and tapped his back hole and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up off the bed.
“I know how men make love,” she said wickedly. “I want to watch.”
Finn slowly pulled his mouth off Hamish’s cock. “Yes,” he whispered, his hot gaze on Hamish. “Me. Fuck me, Hamish.”
“I can only stay until Christmas,” Hamish said breathlessly. “You said that yourself, Finn.”
“Then stay. Take me. Take us. Let us love you, Hamish. And after Christmas, when you leave, you’ll believe us when we say we’ll wait for you.”
Hamish licked his lips, wanting to believe it now more than anything he’d ever wanted. “Christmas,” he whispered.
“Forever,” Finn whispered back.
Hamish nodded, because he knew that if he let them love him like this for even one day, he’d want forever, too.
“Merry Christmas,” Edith whispered against his cheek before softly kissing it.
It was going to be a Merry Christmas, indeed.
THE END
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Returning to the front lines after being shot at Balaclava, Lieutenant Conall Fletcher decides to make widow Avril Scott his woman at long last. But while he was in hospital, brooding Captain Graeme Munro has been watching over Avril and falling in love with her, too. Conall knows he’s been given a second chance at life and love. Could his second chance be not just with Avril, but with Graeme, too?
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The 93rd Highlanders series book 2
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“I’m sorry,” Conall said, and was surprised to realize he meant it. “I didn’t mean to run him off.”
“You didn’t,” Avril said, busy tucking her sewing things back into a small box. “I did.”
Conall didn’t want to ask, he didn’t want to know, but some perverse creature in him made him do it anyway. “Did you ask him to be your man again?”
Avril sighed heavily as she rose from a little stool and carried the box over to a crude wooden shelf. “And how is it your business what I did or didn’t do?” she asked, showing some of her spirit despite her obvious weariness.
Conall walked over to her and gently turned her face up to him. She wore no bonnet, just a set of ragged fur muffs over her ears. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, as if she’d been crying. And the dark circles around them made him unaccountably angry.
“It’s my business because I care about you,” he told her curtly. “How much sleep are you getting at night?”
She jerked her chin out of his hand. “Enough.”
“I doubt that.” He looked around the tent, taking note of things he’d missed this afternoon. “It’s freezing in here. Why haven’t you a bigger stove?”
A bark of laughter was her immediate response. “And where am I to be getting a bigger stove?” she asked. “And with what money?”
“Don’t the men pay you?” he asked, vowing to have words with the men he knew came to her for things, just as Munro had.
“That money is for passage home,” she said. “Not for creature comforts.”
“There’ll be no home for you if you’re dead of the cold.” He swallowed and turned away as he was assaulted with memories of the men he’d seen at the hospital with frostbitten toes and feet literally breaking off in the doctors’ hands. “I’ll get you a good stove.”
“You haven’t the right.” She stood there proud and defiant before him. He knew what she wanted. What she thought she wanted.
“What would give me the right?” he asked, needing to hear her say it.
“If I was your woman, you could get me a stove. You’d share it then.” She didn’t flinch from saying it, didn’t act coy or play the seductress. Her Scottish practicality and stubborn pride stared right at him, daring him to refuse again.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll make you my woman, and I’ll buy you a stove.” His heart was beating so fast it made his knees weak. He was crossing a bridge and burning it behind him. There’d be no going back. If he took her tonight, she’d be his and only his. The air felt thick with fate, as if this was a moment meant to be.
“It takes more than words,” she said, her voice weak and breathless as if she felt it too.
“I know,” he whispered, reaching for her. She came to him with no protest, wrapping her arms around him as he pulled her close and kissed her.
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