Chapter Twenty-One #2
“Bluebell,” he whispered. “Ye are beautiful.”
Her cheeks tinged pink, and she caught her lip betwixt her teeth, as she looked at him shyly.
“Yer turn,” she said softly.
“With pleasure.” He didn’t think he had ever undressed so quickly. He’d already removed his tunic, so it was only a matter of removing his boots and trews. As he pushed his trews, down his hips, his hard cock sprung free, bobbing in the air, and he smiled at how Alana’s eyes widened.
When he stood in front of her, naked as the day he was born, he took pride in the way Alana’s eyes roved over him, pausing on his manhood.
She grasped the hem of her shift and pulled it over her head, revealing her beauty to him and Rory had to wonder how he had gotten so lucky. Briefly, he reminded himself that she couldn’t be his, but he pushed the thought out of his head before it could take root and fester.
Instead, he bent and scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the water. She tightened her arms around his neck, and he thought it was because she was worried the water was going to be cold, but he wasn’t lying when he told her the water would be warm.
It was and she relaxed in his arms. He let her go, so she could tread water.
“This feels divine, Rory.”
“I told ye,” he said with a smile afore dunking his head under the water, wetting his hair. He rubbed his hands briskly over his head afore resurfacing.
Alana leaned back, letting her hair soak up the water, and sighed as she looked up at the darkening sky. “How did ye find such an amazing place?”
He shrugged, the water running in rivulets over his shoulders. “I hike through these lands often. I happened upon it years ago and like to think of it is as my own private oasis. ’Tis lovely, is it no’?”
“Aye,” she sighed. “I would also keep this to myself. Thank ye for sharing it with me.” She swam close to him as he watched, and to his surprise, she sliced her hands through water and splashed him.
“Och!” He laughed as he wiped the water from his face. “Ye didnae just splash me,” he said sternly, but there was no ire behind his words.
“Och, aye, I did.” And she repeated the motion afore quickly swimming away from him.
If there was one thing Rory enjoyed, it was a chase, and he was more than happy to chase her through the water.
She proved to be an adept swimmer, and when he caught her by the waist and spun her around to face him, she squealed afore he silenced her with a deep kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he groaned as the apex of her thighs rubbed against his hardness.
His tongue explored her mouth, it was his new favorite territory to conquer.
Breaking the kiss, he brought his lips to the column of her throat, suckling, nipping, then licking away the sting.
He couldn’t get enough of her and when he dropped his mouth to her breasts and sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, they groaned at the same time.
Alana’s fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she threw her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure.
The movement thrust her breasts up and forward and Rory lapped at them.
Starving. He palmed the globes, massaging them, flicking his thumb across her stiff peaks, the movement had her grinding her hips into him.
“Christ, Bluebell. Do ye have any idea what ye do to me?”
He dropped his hands to her hips, then moved them to her bottom, squeezing, as he ground his pelvis against her, loving the friction, but wanting more. Kenning he shouldn’t, but not caring.
Alana was his. Consequences be damned.
Bringing his hand to her front, he found her nestle of curls and the warmth hidden there. He slid a finger through her folds, and sunk in to his knuckle.
She gasped and she clung to his shoulders, her hazel eyes wide. He added another finger, slowly drawing in and out, working her to a frenzy in his arms. He withdrew and added pressure, making slow circles on the small bud of nerves, and she nearly flew out of his arms.
“Rory!” She cried, the sound echoing around them.
Hell, this woman was going to be the death of him.
“I want ye, Bluebell. More than aught I have e’er wanted in my life,” he confessed on ragged breaths.
“Take me, Rory. I cannae wait any longer.”
He brought his hands up to her face, rubbing his thumbs over her jawline as he met her gaze. “Are ye for certs?”
She nodded, kissing his lips.
“We cannae go back.”
“I dinnae want to.”
“Yer future, ’twill be ruined.” He needed her to ken what the ramifications of her decision would be. He did not want to sway her in any way whatsoever. It was her decision, and hers alone. Whatever it was, he would respect it. But, damn, he wanted her to say yes.
“I belong to ye, Rory Hart. Ye hold my heart, body, and soul.” She slammed her mouth on his, her tongue finding his in the most wicked of dances.
Working his fingers into her, he brought her to the edge of losing herself, and when he felt she was at the precipice of falling to pieces, he entered her.
She was so tight, squeezing him as he pushed forward, breaking her barrier.
He captured her cry with a kiss and stilled, allowing her to adjust to him.
To his size, to the fullness she was feeling.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and he kissed them away. “I’m so verra sorry, Bluebell. The pain will lessen.”
The wait for her to adjust to him was excruciating. He wanted to thrust into her so badly, but he waited. Once again, giving her the lead.
Finally, she began to move slightly, testing how she felt. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and, using him as leverage as the warm water surrounded them, she rotated her hips, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the pleasure she elicited.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice husky.
He smiled as his mouth met hers and he drew her tighter to him, thrusting his hips.
Over and over, the water moved in waves around them, sloshing against them as he lost himself in her warmth.
In the sounds of her moans echoing in the glen.
His whole body was taut, his muscles bunching, his fingers digging into the skin of Alana’s thighs.
Her pants grew quicker, and he pushed a hand betwixt their bodies, finding the button of pleasure nerves and circled it, applying pressure, and that did it.
Her body tightened around him, squeezing him almost painfully, heightening his pleasure. Her limbs grew stiff and she threw her head back and yelled his name to the trees. He quickened his pace, driving himself to the ledge so he could jump off and join her.
His bollocks drew up, tightened, and with a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt, he shuddered and ground out his release, spilling his seed into her, clinging to her as they desperately held onto each other.
Alana trembled in his arms. Fierce spasms shaking her body.
“Are ye weel, Bluebell?” He asked, concern lacing his voice, which was shaky from his ragged breathing.
She smiled shyly. “I have ne’er been better.”
“We should probably get out of the water. ’Tis warm, but we have been in for quite some time. I doonae want ye to catch a chill.”
He carried Alana out of the water and as soon as the cool air hit them, they both shivered. Scooping up their items, they ran with their clothes wrapped around them to the fire that thankfully, still burned bright.
“Take heed of yer ankle, Bluebell,” Rory called out.
But she only giggled as they sank onto their blankets and wrapped themselves in them, holding them tightly around them as they sat side by side, warming themselves.
After some time had passed, Rory stretched out on the blanket and brought Alana to nestle by his side, tucking the other blanket around them. “Sleep, Bluebell. We will have much to discuss in the morn.”
She remained silent but snuggled closer into him.
He didn’t look forward to the morn. They had just made a massive mistake. They let their emotions and bodies rule them and gave in to temptation.
There would be a price to pay.
But worse than that, Rory didn’t ken how he would be able to let Alana go now that he had a taste of her.