Page 25 of A Flawed Scotsman

“Lay on yer side,” he instructed, careful to turn to his. She complied and did not move away from him, but lay closely, her hand on his waist. Like her, he did not want to stop touching.

With slow and deliberate movements, he pushed the strap of her camisole off her shoulder and exposed her breasts. “Close yer eyes and allow yerself to feel.”

He took the tip of her left breast into his mouth and drew on it, enjoying the taste of her skin.

“Oh,” she responded and arched her back, pushing the breast against his mouth. Ruari could barely keep from rolling over her and taking her then and there. Instead, he continued sucking at the tender tip, enjoying the sounds she made.

He lifted up and once again took her mouth while guiding her hand to his throbbing cock. Esme instinctively knew to wrap her fingers around it. He wrapped his own over hers and guided her to slide it up and down his shaft.

The feeling was like no other and he groaned at the pleasure of it.

“That’s it,” he gritted out, taking breaths as a climax threatened to hit.

When Esme took control, her hand moving with precise strokes, Ruari thrust his hips forward to match her rhythm. Within moments, he shuddered in release.

Before she realized what had happened, he slid a hand under her chemise and in between her legs.

She was hot and wet, aroused by what she’d done. With his index finger, he caressed the very center of her, and she gasped. “What are ye doing? It feels…oh.”

Esme clenched his shoulders, her head falling back when he flicked the tiny nub between her nether lips. He did his best to keep her steady so as not to cause pain to her injuries, but when he slipped a finger into her, she began to shake uncontrollably.

“Ahhh,” Esme cried out. Immediately, he covered her mouth with his. It wouldn’t do for the guard to overhear and burst into the room. Although he imagined the man knew she was there, it was better not to take a chance.

Placing his thumb over her nub, he slid his finger in and out of her steadily, trying to match her movements that, within moments, became erratic.

As he watched, his cock reacted, hardening at the beautiful spectacle before him.

When Esme’s mouth fell open and her entire body shook, once again he covered her mouth and swallowed her screams of release.

“I feel light as a feather,” Esme said, her head on his chest. “That was wonderful. Although we did not join, did we?”

“No,” Ruari replied, tracing a finger over the soft skin of her shoulder. “That will wait for the marriage bed.”

She looked up at him. “I wish I could remain here tonight.”

A chuckle escaped and Ruari pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “It would be dangerous. It would be impossible for me to keep from taking ye fully.”

“Hmm,” was her only reply. “Ruari?”

“Aye?”

“Why have ye not married before?”

“Because I had not met ye yet.”

*

He’d had a successful meeting with the laird’s brother and would be purchasing several horses. Clan Ross would probably purchase more since, according to the older man, he was not as interested in continuing to breed horses as he preferred to spend his days with his hunting dogs now.

The Fraser’s brother had offered Ruari to take over the breeding and his stables once he married. It was an incredibly generous offer that Ruari promised to consider.

Returning to the keep from the laird’s brother’s home, Ruari had a good view of the area surrounding Fraser Keep. It was useful to have a good understanding of the lay of the land where he would be living. Although hilly, it was lush, with farmlands to the left of the keep and a rather large village south of it. A bit further south ran a river that divided the Fraser clans.

Atop a hill was a large keep, which he guessed belonged to Laird Chisholm, who had always managed to remain neutral despite his lands lying between the Fraser’s and the Mackenzie’s.

Ruari guessed the man’s alliances, whoever they were, were strong. Although he wasn’t sure who they’d allied with.

The way of men, to form alliances and fight for power, was interesting to Ruari. At times, it was wearying to worry about such things when there were people to help and stronger causes than battles between clans. There were always the threats of the Norse or the English to contend with.