Tyler, Lynn - For Her Honor [For Her] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lynn Tyler

  She pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear. “Take me back to bed, my husband,” she requested with a smile. “Make babies with me.” She laughed out loud with anticipation when he lifted her into his arms and rushed them up the stairs toward their bedchamber. She repeated the request over and over, separating each word with a kiss on his lips until he had her secure in their rooms, the door locked.

  Fusing his mouth to hers, she felt his fingers working the laces of her gown. She yanked at the hem of his tunic, ripping it under the arm in her haste to get it off of him.

  Her dress fell in a pool at her feet, followed by his tunic and kilt. She shivered at the delicious feel of his bare skin against her own. He backed her toward the bed and followed her down on to it, coming to rest over her.

  “I need you,” he groaned before he fastened his mouth over one of her nipples.

  She gripped the back of his head, sure she was going to jump out of her skin with the sensations rushing through her body. Surely, the human body was not built to survive the pleasure Robbie was giving her. She had never been this desperate for anything ever before.

  She squirmed under him as his fingers burned a path down her stomach and into the sparse curls covering her mound. “Please, Robbie,” she begged as he parted her folds and stared at her pussy.

  She felt as if a spring was being coiled tighter and tighter inside her, and she was sure she would die before he finally made her his wife. His finger touched her intimately, one stroke on her tight, swollen clitoris, and she shattered, her world narrowing until her husband and what he was doing to her were the only things that mattered.

  “Robbie!” She gasped out his name, quite unable to make her voice work properly. Somewhere in the distance, she felt Robbie pierce through her virginal barrier. Her sisters must have been trying to scare her when they told her the first time having sex would hurt. She felt incredibly full but there was no pain.

  He froze inside her and squeezed his eyes shut, a look of agony spreading across his features. “Are you all right?” She stroked her fingers over his eyebrows, trying to soothe his sudden discomfort.

  “Aye,” he breathed. He cracked his eyes open, the brown depths glittering with lust. “’Tis hard for me to keep still, loving. You feel so good wrapped around me. Like wet velvet.”

  His response confused her. “Then why are you keeping so still?”

  He laughed, though it didn’t sound like he was very amused. “I do not want to hurt you, lass.”

  Her heart warmed at his concern but she really didn’t need him to be so still. “It does not hurt. You can move.”

  “Oh, thank God,” Robbie moaned. He pushed in farther before pulling out again.

  Running her hands down his spine, she hitched her hips higher and hooked her legs around his waist. She laid passively under him, relishing his big body laboring over her.

  He reached behind him and hiked her legs a little higher, changing the angle at which he was sliding into. Suddenly the delicious feelings were back and she arched her back, reaching for that climax she could sense just out of reach. Robbie wedged his hand between their straining bodies and pinched her clit lightly.

  Her entire body jerked as she exploded again. She cried out her pleasure and became aware of his own roar of satisfaction. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hung on for dear life as his hips thrust harder until he shuddered to a stop.

  Jocelyn floated back to herself, feeling Robbie’s big body slumped over hers. He was heavy, but it was nice, almost like a warm blanket on a cold night. But this blanket had arms that held her securely.

  “I am too heavy,” he muttered as he attempted to roll off her.

  “Nay,” she said, tightening her grip around his shoulders. “You are perfect.”

  He laid his head down on the pillow next to hers and stared at her through sleepy, satisfied eyes. They stayed like that for a long time, with him nuzzling into her neck while she ran one hand up and down his spine.

  Finally he rolled off her and gathered her close to his side, settling her head on his chest. “I meant to go slower.” He yawned, his eyes drifting closed for a second.

  “We have years to go slower,” Jocelyn soothed as she stroked his chest gently.

  He didn’t answer, and she felt his breathing deepen and even out. She smiled to herself, content to snuggle against him. The poor man, she thought. She had brought down the mad MacGillivray simply by lust. She couldn’t wait to try it again.

  * * * *

  Will grabbed Jamie as he swung by with yet another pretty lass. Jamie swatted the girl on the ass and sent her on her way.

  He grinned at Will as he caught his breath. “When was the last time the MacGillivrays celebrated like this?” he asked, sweeping his arm in a wide arc to indicate the spontaneous party that had sprung up with the announcement of the safe delivery of Rowan’s child.

  Will smiled back. “It has been far too long,” he agreed over the din. “And did you see Robbie? He was positively giddy.”

  Jamie laughed and accepted a mug of ale from a pretty servant. “Do not go far away,” he said, winking at her suggestively. “We can find a quiet corner before long.” The maid blushed but giggled sweetly as she nodded her agreement.

  Jamie reached out and fingered a curl lying against her cheek before she made her way to the other side of the room. “Ah,” he said to Will. “All it takes is the loving of a good woman to put a man in a giddy mood.”

  “You mean love,” Will corrected with a grin.

  “Nay, brother,” Jamie denied. “Love brings nothing but heartbreak. Robbie’s had enough of that. But loving…well, we all know he could have used more of it before he met Jocelyn. Let us just hope she gives him enough loving to keep his black mood from reappearing.”

  Will shook his head with a frown. “You are too young to be so jaded about love, Jamie. Whatever happened to you that makes you fear love?”

  Jamie just shook his head as a strange sadness passed through his normally jovial eyes. “It is no matter,” he said. “What matters is that she is good for him.”

  “Aye, that she is,” Will agreed. He spotted the servant glancing at Jamie from the corner of the room, tracing her fingers along the collar of her dress. “Ah, Jamie, your lass awaits.”

  Jamie’s expression cleared, and he grinned mischievously. “She is mine only for tonight.” He nodded to her and slapped his brother on the back. “Go find yourself a pretty little thing to play with tonight. Do not let your fool ideas about love ruin your fun.”

  Will’s eyes wandered over to a young woman who had recently taken up a job as a kitchen maid. Elizabeth. She was kind and sweet, and everything a man could like him ever hope for.

  As he made his way over to her, he imagined her coming down the steps, dressed in her wedding finery, on her way to him.

  He bumped hard into someone in his rush to get to the blonde across the room, and he turned to see Sarah looking ruefully at her gown, which was soaked with wine.

  “You made me spill my drink,” she accused, her eyes flashing.

  Will took a deep breath and sighed, praying for patience. The girl he had known nearly all his life had matured into a spitfire. The lass sparred with him at every turn. It was enough to drive a man mad. “Then you should watch where you are going,” he said dryly.

  Her eyes sparkled with rage, and he couldn’t help but notice their unusual violet color. “It was you who crashed into me,” she hissed.

  He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “It was hardly a crash,” he said. “It was more of a little bump, nothing to get so upset over. You can always get another drink. Now if you will excuse me, I have other things I must see to.”

  She sneered into his face, but he didn’t miss the flash of extreme sadness streak across her face. “Sarah? What is wrong?”

  She shook her head, and the despondency faded into pure, icy condescension. “You are so caught up in her, you do not even see what is right in
front of you,” she spat.

  Will’s eyes widened at the statement. He had never been anything but nice to her. What had he done to deserve this? “What the hell is wrong with you?” he nearly shouted. “I see everything around me. I see you, do I not?”

  “I am not talking about your eyes, you fool!” she shouted.

  Will was surprised to see the sparkle of tears gathering on her lashes. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she said. Before he could ask, she pressed the back of her hand against her forehead. “I have a headache. I should retire.”

  Concern replaced the anger immediately. Sarah was never sick. Something must be seriously wrong. “What can I do?” he asked, laying his hand on her forehead to check for fever.

  “Nothing. I am sure a little rest will clear it right up. Good night,” she said, rushing away from him.

  He stared after her, more confused than he had ever been in his life.

  A small hand touched his elbow, and he jumped, turning to find Elizabeth standing next to him. “I thought you might have been coming for me,” she said shyly.

  “Mmm…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck broodingly. “I was just wondering if everything was all right with Sarah. She seemed a little upset.”

  “Oh, her,” Elizabeth said dismissively. “She is a strange one. She fancies herself in love with you. Can you imagine? Plain old Sarah falling in love. It is quite humorous actually.”

  Everything in Will started to tingle. Sarah was in love with him? God’s blood, they had known each other for years. He used to pull her braids, and once he and Jamie had snuck a frog into her pallet when she and her family had been spending the night.

  He smiled at the memory. The brothers had been kicked out of their room so she and her family could have a bed.

  Robbie had taken it in stride, bedding down in the dining hall with the servants without complaint. Jamie had been greatly put out and had insisted Will accompany him to the moat so they could find the “moat monster” to put in her pallet. They had to settle for a frog.

  Jamie had been greatly disappointed when Sarah simply cooed over the frog as if it was a fawn, and he had left in disgust. Will, on the other hand, had been impressed.

  The next day, he took her all over the grounds, showing her where the best bugs were, where the birds had laid their eggs the previous spring, and the little waterfall in the woods. They had talked until the sun went down about books and plants and their hopes and dreams.

  It was still, to this day, one of his happiest memories. But he had assumed she carried only sisterly feelings for him and always put the odd thought of wedding her out of his head.

  Will blinked the memory from his eyes and looked down at the cool blonde beauty tugging on his arm. He let himself be led off, still mulling over what this new revelation might mean.

  Chapter 12

  Robbie stood at the window, staring out at the beautiful early summer day. He couldn’t remember a time when he had felt so content with his life.

  His wife had been nothing like he’d expected, but he found himself enjoying life with her more each day. She had risen to the challenge of being the keep’s mistress and taken on the role of the laird’s wife spectacularly, taking everything in hand quietly so as not to step on toes.

  Last night had been the most wonderful night, and he thought back to it fondly.

  Seeing her cuddle that precious, squalling infant close to her heart before handing the bundle of baby over to the grateful father had made Robbie’s heart clench. He ached to give her one of her own. One of their own.

  He thought back to how she had danced with his brother while he drank with his men. He thought about how much more alive everything and everyone seemed to be when she was around. Mostly, he remembered how she had laughed and thrown her arms around him, letting him kiss her in front of all his people. How she had whispered in his ear about making babies as he carried her up the stairs to his chamber.

  Her gown had ended up crumpled on the floor, tangling with his own clothes. She had responded to his loving with enthusiasm and fire, gasping his name when he had driven her over the edge.

  Jocelyn stirred in the bed behind him, and he smiled when she padded over to him and wrapped her arms around him, bringing the linen sheet around them both and resting her cheek against his bare back.

  “Good morning,” she said in that husky, I-have-been-well-loved voice he loved so much.

  He felt a spurt of male pride with the knowledge it had been his lovemaking that had caused that catch in her throat.

  His smile widened as he twisted at the waist and wrapped his arm around her. Pulling her close to his side, he pointed out the window. “It is a lovely day,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you want to go exploring with me?”

  “What?” she said teasingly. “And miss all the excitement here?” She stood on her toes and pulled him down so she could kiss his chin. “Yes, Robert. I want to do some exploring with you.” She nibbled lightly, seductively at the corner of his mouth.

  His body reacted instantly, and he turned to face her, letting her feel his erection against her stomach. Reaching around to loosen the sheet, he groaned in frustration when he heard the knock on the door.

  He cursed viciously and, taking care to wrap the linen securely around her, he tore himself away from her and strode to the chamber door. He wrenched it open, his body tight and his cock huge and hard with desire and on display for the whole keep to see. “What?” he roared.

  Will didn’t say anything. He simply handed his older brother a tray of food and backed away from the door, a grin tugging on his lips the whole time.

  Muttering obscenities under his breath, Robbie kicked the door shut and turned to see Jocelyn frantically trying to smother her giggles behind her hand. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked, though he couldn’t keep his own grin from his face.

  “Nay, my laird. I am laughing with you,” she managed to choke out between peals of laughter.

  He dropped the tray on the table next to the bed and pounced on her, drawing a squeal from her throat. Yanking on the linen, he sent it flying and watched it land in a heap. Grabbing her waist, he brought her up against him and kissed her until her giggles turned to moans.

  Robbie lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. His eyes nearly crossed when she locked her legs around his hips and ground herself against him. The tip of his cock rubbed against her wet folds, and he almost cried with relief when he realized she was ready for him.

  He sat on the bed and held her in his lap, maneuvering her until she sank down onto him. She whimpered sweetly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, waiting expectantly. He realized with a start that, despite her passionate response to him, she was still rather innocent and she didn’t know what to do.

  Slowly, without words, he showed her how to move on him. She picked up the rhythm quickly and was soon riding him in abandon.

  Robbie marveled at the sight his small wife made as she moved above him, rocking her whole body back and forth. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he was amazed that she was his.

  His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as she added a little swivel to her hips on every down stroke. She was tightening her inner muscles every time she dropped down on him and releasing them as she pulled back. It was like fucking a fist, only better. Oh, God, was it better.

  His balls pulled tight against his body and he fought the rising need to explode, instead reaching between their bodies to glide his finger over her extended clitoris. He watched with no small amount of pride as she threw her head back and clenched around him, coming apart in his arms with quiet gasps and whispery breaths.

  Finally letting himself go, he felt his seed travel up his cock and into his wife’s willing body.

  Robbie swung their legs onto the bed and held her on top of him so her full body rested against his own. He stroked his hands down her back, soothing her as they both c
aught their breath. He sighed with satisfaction. He loved having her rest atop him.

  Jocelyn curled her hand under her chin and snuggled into him, almost purring with fulfillment. They stayed that way for quite some time until his belly started to rumble.

  He helped her roll off him and reached for the tray. “Shall we see what Will brought for us?” he asked, removing the warming cloth from the tray.

  The room was filled with the tantalizing scents of thick porridge swimming with melted butter and honey, soft while bread still hot from the oven, freshly ripened fruit, and sweet goat’s milk.

  Piling pillows behind them, Robbie pulled her so she sat between his legs. “A beautiful wife in my arms, a meal fit for a king. The good Lord must be pleased with something I did,” he said before taking a big bite of bread.

  Jocelyn relaxed against him and craned her neck so she could kiss his jaw. “I could say the same,” she said.

  He laughed and was once again struck by how happy he was. If only he could figure out who was raiding his stock and crops, life would be perfect. Be careful, lad, a small voice niggled at the back of his mind. Happiness has never lasted for you. What chance do you have at a perfect life with a loving wife?

  The thought sobered him a little, and he pushed his trencher aside.

  “Are you all right?” Jocelyn asked him, obviously noticing the tension that had suddenly gripped his body.

  “Aye,” he said as he pulled away from her. He stood up and secured his kilt around his waist. “You had better get dressed, loving, or we will not be exploring anything other than each other.”

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” she asked seductively, standing before him in all of her nude glory.

  “Sweet Heaven, Jocelyn,” he groaned. “You have drained me of my seed for the time being. You must give me some time to recover.”