Chapter Fifteen
Megan did enjoy the party and she was happy during the wedding feast. The food was delicious and she always enjoyed dancing. Robert never cared for it, and usually sat with his friends and drank while she danced with whoever asked her.
On the other hand, despite his size, Gregory was a wonderful dancer and was on the dance floor longer than he was off. She tried to ignore all the lasses who came up to him to dance, with their hands extended.
Some of the men took her to the dance floor, but she would have preferred dancing with her new husband. Not that Gregory ignored her as Robert had, it just was that she was uncomfortable with the look on the lasses faces.
Was she jealous?
Definitely not. One had to be in love to feel jealous and she would not allow that. The last thing she needed was to be in love with a man who married her to fulfill a promise made years ago.
Isn’t it about time to put that aside?
She would wait to make a decision on that until after the bedding. Then the disappointment on his face would convince her.
Megan sat at the table on the dais, recovering from her last dance. She looked up and Gregory was swaggering toward her, a soft smile on his face and a glint in his eyes. She swallowed several times, knowing exactly what he was planning.
He held his hand out. “Time for us to retire. We best do it before that bunch of drunken men at the table behind me decide to do a bedding ceremony.”
She jumped up, remembering that with her first wedding. It was humiliating and Robert had thought it funny when the bedcover was whipped off her for him to get into the bed and dozens of men had whistled and commented on her naked body.
“We will make our way through the crowd separately, and then meet upstairs in my bedchamber. I doona think anyone will guess what we’re doing until it’s too late.”
She nodded and Gregory turned and sat at the table with his friends. Megan slowly moved through the crowd, accepting wishes, and turning down dances.
Once she reached the stairs, she didn’t look around, but just rushed upstairs. It took her a minute to remember which bedchamber was Gregory’s. She sneaked open one door and knew she had found the right place.
Candles burned, and a jug of wine and two mugs sat on one table. The night shift she had wanted to wear was lying on the bed. Would Gregory be kind enough to let her wear it?
Since there were no women to give her a bath, she moved over to the table where she’d put her things when Beth and several others helped her move into Gregory’s bedchamber.
She added one of her scented oils to the water in a bowl left for her and picked up one of the cloths to wash the sweat off her body from all the dancing.
Feeling refreshed, she slid into the night shift and moved over to the bed. She sat on the edge and within minutes the door opened and Gregory stood there.
Her heart began to pound and the sweat she’d so diligently wiped off came back again.
*
His bride looked scared to death. He found that surprising since she’d been married before. Certainly she knew what was going to happen?
He pulled on a pair of breeches under his kilt, then unwrapped the garment, leaving him in only the breeches and a léine. He looked over at her, sitting on the edge of the bed looking like she was about to bolt. He put his hand out. “Come join me for a cup of wine.”
She took his hand with her ice-cold one. He led her to a chair in front of the brazier and took the chair alongside her. He poured them both a mug of wine, handed it to her and said, “So did ye enjoy yer wedding celebration?”
“Aye.” She took a gulp of wine. “I enjoy dancing.”
“So I noticed. I always enjoyed it myself.”
Another gulp of wine. “It seems a lot of lasses enjoyed dancing with ye.”
He grinned, even though she looked as though she was very sorry she’d said that. Taking pity on the lass he said, “Aye, just about the entire clan likes to dance.”
She nodded. Another gulp. She held the mug out. “Can I have some more?”
He was starting to get nervous. Was she trying to get herself drunk? The last thing he wanted to do was bed a drunk wife. He poured about half a mug. “I think that is enough, lass.”
She sighed. “Verra well.” She did take her time sipping on that one.
Thinking the bed was making her nervous, he stood and lifted her up, then settled back in his chair and placed her on his lap.
She giggled.
Grinning himself, he took the mug from her hand and placed on it the table next to him. Taking her face in his hands he lowered his head. Just as he’d remembered. Soft, warm and plump lips. He slid his tongue along her lips and after a few moments she opened her mouth and he swept in.
He could have sworn she gagged, which he smiled at, but eventually she seemed to settle in, and even touched his tongue lightly with her own.
Slowly, he slid the night rail off her shoulders, the garment pooling in her lap, revealing the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen.
Plump and firm with dark pink nipples begging to be touched.
He ran his hands over her flesh, lightly running circles over her nipples with his palms. “Ye are so beautiful, Megan.”
She looked at him. “Robert never—”
Gregory put his finger to her lips. “There are two people in this room, mo chridhe. Ye and me. No one else. Nor will there ever be.”
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed while taking her mouth in a searing kiss. One of possession and desire.
He gently laid her on the bed and stepped back. “Give me a minute.” He then proceeded to remove his various weapons making a messy pile on the floor.
Megan sat studying him, her eyes growing larger as each weapon dropped to the floor.
Then she gulped and looked at his face as he removed his clothes.
It was hard to decide what her face said, but instead of wondering, he climbed back on the bed and placed his hands under her hips to whip the night rail off and toss it on the pile he’d just made.
He admired her stunning body, all curves and lushness. Then he put his arm around her shoulders and slid them both down, facing each other. Once more he cupped her chin and lowered his head.
This time she was the one who slid her tongue along his lips which brought him a smile. Their tongues wrestled, their bodies each other touching in places that made them both groan.
He lowered his head to take one of her breasts in his mouth and suckled hard, teasing her nipple with his teeth. She drew in a deep breath and groaned.
He grinned.
Slowly he moved his hand down her body to the place he was eager to touch.
Megan jumped a bit. He moved his mouth to her other breast and ran his finger along the slightly swollen lips at her center. Her slight dampness told him she needed more time to be prepared for him.
He moved his mouth to her head and began to whisper in her ear, in Gaelic, of her beauty, how much he desired her, and how anxious he was to be inside her.
Once more he took one of her breasts in his mouth and tugged on her nipple. Megan sucked in a breath. “Aye. That feels good.”
After a few minutes of his ministrations, he noticed she was growing wetter, so his attentions were working. He moved his thumb to her stiffened flesh and began to rub in circles.
Megan sucked in a breath. “Oh, aye, Gregory. That feels wonderful. Doona stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping, mo chridhe. Just relax and let me do the work for ye.”
He returned to her breast, sucking, circling, teasing as Megan shifted and became restless. “I feel so odd. But wonderful, too.”
She pressed against his rapidly moving fingers. “There is something missing, husband.”
“Relax, wife.”
Within a minute or two her head began to thrash back and forth as she started to moan and suck in breaths. “What is happening?”
Gregory squeezed her stiffened flesh and Megan wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let out with a moan that had him more than ready to move on.
As he separated her legs and climbed between them, she looked at him, fright in her eyes. “Please go easy or it will hurt.”
“Nay, lass, ’twill no’ hurt, it will only feel good. I promise. I told ye I would ne’er hurt ye.”
She still cringed and tensed as he entered her and then pushed lightly until he was snug against her warmth. A lone tear slid down her cheek. Gregory wiped it. “Are ye all right, lass?”
She nodded, a smile breaking out on her face. “Aye. It dinna hurt.”
He decided to have a conversation with her later about her actions and what she said, but now he’d waited too long to enjoy her body.
Because he’d been denied his husbandly rights much longer than he’d wanted, he didn’t last long. In no time at all it seemed, he thrust hard against her and poured his seed into her body.