In Bed With A Stranger (14 page)

“Brodick.”

She sounded breathless but wasn’t sure if it was from shock or excitement. Never once had she considered being touched between her thighs.

“I told ye that we Scots are practiced in the art of warming up our women. Believe me, ye aren’t nearly warm enough to my way of thinking.”

He stroked her sex, straight down the center with one finger. The little nub hidden at the top sent a jolt of pleasure into her belly when he touched it. A whimper rose from her as he lingered for a long moment on that spot, stroking it with a firm touch.

“Exactly the right spot to start a fire.”

Her hips lifted towards his touch without her even thinking about it. She simply responded to the pleasure. Her nipples twisted tighter as she found it impossible to remain still. Her body twitched and pressed up towards his, seeking more. Fluid coated his fingers, making the skin wet. His fingers moved easily through the folds of her sex, toying with her clitoris.

Need consumed her. She reached for him, clawing at his shoulders, her hips bucking towards his hand. Pleasure tightened under his finger, twisting harder until she cried out for relief from it.

“Brodick…” She didn’t recognize her own voice. It was strained and husky. Completely uncharacteristic for her.

But he withdrew his hand and she hit him, her hand smacking his skin. He laughed at her and thrust one thick finger deep into her body. Pleasure ripped up from the penetration, her bottom tilting to take him deeper.

“Do you like that, lass?”

“
Yes.
” It went far beyond wanting, she craved him inside her.

He sent a second finger into her sheath, working them in and out of her body. His knee rose to push her thighs up giving him more access to her sex.

“Then ye shall have me.”

He withdrew his fingers, spreading her thighs wider with his hips. A rustle of fabric filtered up to her ears before she felt the first touch of his cock against her opening. He gripped her hips, shaking as he nudged his way into her. Just a mere inch at first and her body strained towards him, every muscle taut with need.

He kept her still, refusing to fill her further. His teeth were clenched as he withdrew. “Ye’re too tight.”

“I don’t care.” Her hands slapped against his shoulder again, the craving to move overwhelming. She could not contain it all inside her body, else she’d go insane.

“You started this inside me, so
finish
it.”

He thrust forward but slowly. The muscle on the side of his jaw began to tic as his cock slid deeper inside her. Her sheath was too tight, protesting the invasion, but her hips lifted, welcoming more of his length. She dug her hands into the warm skin above her, gasping as her body adjusted. She wasn’t sure if it was pain or not. Only that having him inside her quelled the raging need. She wanted him to thrust deep. Her body ached as he slid deeper but it also felt good to be full. A moan left her mouth as she arched towards him.

“That’s it, lass, take me.”

His voice was rough and demanding but it suited her mood. He lowered his body until he was pressed against her, his hands grasping the sides of her head. The crisp hair on his chest rubbed against her hard nipples as he caught his weight on his forearms, bracing above her shoulders. He gripped her hair, holding her head in place as his mouth captured hers in a hard kiss. His body moved at the same time, his back flexing. His cock left her only to thrust solidly back into her. This time her body burned as he filled her completely, pushing his entire length into her.

She bucked away from the pain. It was dull and burning. But his weight held her still, his cock fully lodged inside her sheath. Her fingers had curled into talons on his shoulders as she gasped, staring up into the canopy above her. Her lungs hurt because she forgot to breathe. Sucking in a deep breath, she felt the pain settle into an ache that didn’t truly hurt overly much.

He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth. His body flexed again, withdrawing his cock all the way to the tip before he sent it smoothly back inside her. His hands held her face steady as he kissed her, refusing to allow her to regain her senses by speaking.

He began thrusting in a steady motion, moving the bed gently as he lay over her, using his body to pin her beneath him. The hard length of his cock slid across the little clitoris at the top of her sex every time he moved. Ripples of delight rose up into her belly as the pain diminished. Her body returned to wanting him inside her. In spite of the ache, her passage felt good with his flesh stretching it wide. His lips trailed kisses across her cheek as she whimpered with new passion.

“Lift for me.” His face returned to hover over hers. There was a hard glint in his eyes. “Wrap yer thighs around me.”

She did it before thinking. The next thrust sent a harder bolt of pleasure up into her. Clasping him to her placed more pressure against her clitoris. Her hips rose to ensure that she took all of his length. Even her spine arched due to the ripples of delight running along it. Remaining still became impossible. She wanted to surge up toward his next thrust and hold him tightly inside her. Deep inside her. She felt like he wasn’t lodged deep enough and strained toward him, trying to ensure that every last bit of his cock was sheathed inside her.

“More.” She wasn’t even sure what she craved only that she didn’t have what she wanted yet.

He chuckled but it wasn’t a nice sound. His body bucked, thrusting hard against her spread one.

“Aye, lass, I’ll be happy to give ye all ye want and then some.”

His brogue thickened, his words taking on an unearthly edge that fit the moment. She honestly didn’t care if he was leading her to some pagan ritual that would steal her soul. Each downward plunge of his cock made her gasp with enjoyment.

She wanted more.

His pace increased. Each stroke gliding across her clitoris. A soft growl escaped his lips as she kept time with his motions, lifting to meet every thrust. Her wet sheath was taking his cock smoothly all the way to the base.

“That’s the right of it, lass. Ride with me.” He rose above her, pressing his hands into the bed. His body became demanding, thrusting with hard purpose. Moving the bed as he took her, pressing his cock deeper with every plunge.

She rose to the challenge, lifting her hips for each thrust. Pleasure covered her like a thick fog, surrounding her. She could taste it because it was so thick, could feel it on every inch of her bare skin. Her breasts bounced as her lover thrust, a hard growl escaping his clenched teeth.

He dropped back down to cover her, his body moving in hard motions as he fucked her. His teeth grazed the side of her neck as pleasure began to tighten through her belly. There was an unexpected urgency to the sensation. Her hips bucked frantically to rise for his next downward motion. She clawed at his shoulders, her back arching up off the bed to press her against his body. Pleasure burst inside her, drawing a cry from her lips. It was so unexpected that she shivered violently, thrashing from side to side as it traveled along her spine to slam into her brain. It was all centered on the hard flesh stretching her passage. Her muscles attempting to grip it harder as she quivered in pure delight.

“That’s the way.” Her lover snarled his words, his body slamming into hers. She heard him gasp before his body went rigid. He thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt. There was a jerk from the hard flesh before she felt the hot spurt of his seed filling her. Her eyes flew open as he shivered, growling softly against her ear. His embrace was hard, holding her in place as his seed filled her.

Her entire body pulsed with satisfaction. She didn’t think she’d ever been so at ease. Every muscle relaxed as ripples of pleasure moved over her.

Brodick’s large body quivered too. Her fingers detected the tiny vibrations from where her hands were gripping his forearms. His chest rattled with a hollow breath before he lifted his head. His eyes glittered in a manner that drew her to stroke his shoulders. She couldn’t truly explain the odd need to soothe him; only that it felt more intimate than anything she had ever experienced. He pressed a soft kiss against her mouth, lingering for only a moment.

He rolled off her in one fluid motion, withdrawing his cock to then lie beside her. She shivered, the separation striking her as harsh.

He slipped an arm under her, easing her up to rest her head on his chest. She tensed up, unsure of herself.

“Shhh.”

He pressed her head onto his shoulder, making a few more soothing sounds as he settled her body alongside his. She knocked her knee against his as she tried to decide what to think. Every sense was overwhelmed, soaked in the pleasure he’d unleashed inside her. She lifted her head, trying to regain her poise by placing distance between them. Just a little so that she might think.

“There’ll be none of that.”

He sounded content, his voice almost lazy.

“None of what?”

He sighed but not softly, the sound was one of exasperation. “Lie down, lass.”

He didn’t wait for her to comply but sat up and turned her onto her side. He pressed her down onto the bed, taking a moment to grasp the heavy coverlet that had been folded at the foot of the bed. With one hand he dragged it up to cover her body. A moment later he pressed against her back, from head to toe his feet trapping hers.

“My lord—”

“When we’re naked, ye’ll call me Brodick.”

Her next words got caught in her mouth as his cock pressed against her bottom. The thing was still hard, causing her to quiver. Brodick soothed her skin with strokes from his large hands, sliding his fingers along her thigh and over the curve of her hip. He nuzzled her neck, tucking the warm coverlet up to her collarbones.

“Ye may call me lover or a dozen other things, but not by my title. This is no place for rank or position. We’re simply a man and woman sharing the delights of knowing each other.”

“But we are not like others. Our union—”

“No more talking, lass. Ye spend too many hours thinking about things that no one truly understands. There is nothing wrong with enjoying something simply because ye like it. That’s as old as time.”

He bit her neck, a tiny, sharp nip that sent a little ripple of sensation down her body. Beneath the coverings, his hand cupped one breast, drawing a gasp from her.

“Surely you do not sleep here?” She didn’t care if her voice sounded frantic, she was desperate to gain some small amount of distance from his hands. His touch drove her insane.

“My father has not yet been gone a full year. I never moved into his chamber, just as I didnae begin taking my supper on the dais. This chamber is better than the one I’ve been using. I had it furnished for ye. This bed was made for our children to be conceived in.”

His arms tightened around her while he nuzzled against her neck drawing a deep breath in her hair. “I hope ye enjoy it as much as I am.”

She did…

She wiggled as shock washed over her. It was the truth that she enjoyed the feel of his large body pressing against her.

“I warned ye once, Wife, keep me awake and ye’ll need to entertain me.” There was a hint of teasing in his voice now. His thumb brushed the nipple back and forth as his fingers cradled the soft mound. His cock thickened against her bottom, drawing a shaky breath from her. She tottered on the edge of bliss, not really wanting to think anymore. Especially not when her body felt so good.

Pandora’s box…

“But no more entertaining tonight. I’d be a demanding brute if I pushed ye for more so soon after taking yer innocence.”

She wasn’t so sure that he’d taken anything. He had been bold, entering her chamber in spite of her refusal, but in those moments after he’d joined her, she’d offered as much as he had demanded. Her face burned as she recalled exactly how much she had wanted to be taken. She wriggled, trying to gain some space.

“So now you believe that I am not loose.” Hurt edged her words. His embrace tightened, holding her against his body.

“Aye. It’s nae an uncommon way of proving the issue.”

There was no softness in his tone. But there was a ring of approval that she should have detested. Instead a small smile curved her lips because measuring up to his standards was something she did see the value of. Knowing that he was pleased stroked a portion of her heart, filling her with tender contentment. It was very tempting to lie back against him and savor the moment.

Oh, it was foolish to let the emotion wrap around her. But she couldn’t stop it. Her eyelashes fluttered as she drifted off into slumber, warmer and more content than she could recall. A memory of her mother’s face as she lay against her sire, filling her dreams. Sometime during the night, the face changed to Brodick’s and she snuggled against him, holding onto his arm where it draped across her chest.

A warm hand stroked her shoulder. She muttered in her sleep. It felt quite good, that petting. She lifted her eyelids to discover who was being so motherly towards her.

Her mind snapped to attention when she looked into a man’s eyes. For a second she was confused, stunned by the masculine face. His hair was tossed from the night and there wasn’t a stitch on him. Nothing to shield his body. The early dawn light washed over his hard chest, down across his belly and along his thighs. He stood up, stretching his arms. Her eyes were glued to the sight of his magnificent body. The church would condemn her fascination with his earthly form, but her gaze roamed over him, touching the firm skin.

The sight was magnificent.

He turned, considering her with his midnight eyes. Even in the light of morning they seemed forged out of the night.

“I enjoy the look of ye tumbled in my bed quite a bit.” His attention lowered to her breasts that were bare and uncovered. “Aye, I believe I’ll take to waking up beside ye often.”

She pulled the heavy bedcover over her nude body. He chuckled at her action. She expected him to tease her again but he bent down to retrieve his shirt where it lay on the floor. His kilt was draped over the foot of the bed and half onto the floor, the wide leather belt used for holding it around his waist lying a few feet from the bed. As he shrugged into the creamy linen shirt, she lowered her eyes to look at his cock. It stuck out from his body, the head slightly red. A deep chuckle jerked her attention back to his face. A grin decorated his lips.