Chapter 5 #3
“’Twill be some time before you may take your turn.” He leaned close to kiss her on the tip of her nose, and then put his mouth by her ear to murmur, “And I always want you naked, my sunshine.”
As the discussions dragged on Farlan took her hand and silently led her out of the hall, taking her down to his work room.
She knew she should scold him and drag him back, but she didn’t.
She never could resist him, especially when he wanted her, because that made her go crazy, too.
By the time he’d closed and bolted the door her heart had already begun beating twice as fast.
“You can’t undress me,” she warned him, catching her breath as she grew instantly wet between her legs. “It takes forever to get this gown back on and laced. Also, I really do have to report to the laird. We should wait.”
“My brother may wait.” He picked her up like a doll and carried her over to his work table, which he cleared with a sweep of his arm. “We shallnae.”
Grace still didn’t know how her lover always managed to arouse her with a look and a few words, but he knew her better than anyone.
All the fear and worry faded as she drew up her skirts so he could see she was naked under them for him.
They had always been like this with each other, from the first moment they had met when she’d walked into the spell trap and been caught in a passage collapse with him.
Although Torra MacBren had caused their first time together out of her affection and desire for Farlan, Grace hadn’t minded in the slightest.
If there is anyone in all the universes who understands me, it’s this man.
Farlan unlaced his trews and had his big, thick cock in her pussy so fast he nearly knocked the breath out of her. “Hold onto me, my sunshine. I want you too much again.”
What followed was quick, rough and exactly what Grace needed.
Curling her arms around his neck, she held on as he fucked her with powerful, deep strokes, bringing her to orgasm before she wanted to come, riding her through the waves of bliss, and then stoking a second explosion of delight atop the first. She kissed her man to keep from screaming from pleasure, and caught his heavy gasps as he pumped into her with those last, heavy thrusts as she peaked, and he poured his seed into her clenching softness.
How does he do this to me? Grace didn’t know or care. She just thanked all the powers of the universe that Farlan McKeran was hers.
Their panting breaths mingled as she held on and he lifted her from the table, keeping their bodies joined as he went to his chair and lowered them both into it.
He tugged at her bodice until he could reach her nipples with his thumbs, and stroked the hard, pebbly peaks with slow circles as he watched her eyes.
“We can’t go again,” she said, swallowing a moan as her breasts swelled under his touch. “I’ll have to bathe and change or everyone will know. So will you.” And yet she wanted him again, so much so that when he lifted her to separate their sexes she whimpered a little.
“When you make such sounds, my sunshine,” her husband said, “my cock goes hard and I cannae think. I just had you, and I want you over and again.”
He’d take her again, too, Grace thought, almost seduced by the rampaging desire in his eyes, and the heavy length of his stiff shaft, still slick and wet from her pussy, pressing against her buttocks.
Or she could take him in her mouth, and watch him watching her suck his cock.
Yet since she’d taken her grandmother’s position as head housekeeper for the clan, she’d learned to put even her most unruly desires to one side when necessary.
“There’s too much to do for our people,” she finally said, and climbed off him. Standing and shaking out her skirts made her proud of herself. As long as he didn’t touch her, she’d be okay.
Farlan embraced her from behind, and put his mouth next to her ear. “Be in our bed by nightfall, or I shall come and find you and take you where you stand, wench.”
Grace didn’t dare turn around or she’d be on the floor under him. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
After they tidied up someone knocked on the workroom door, and called out to Farlan that the laird had summoned all the senior men to gather with him.
“You’d better go, and report for me if you would. I really need to check on Doon and what she’s managed to prepare for the evening meal.” Grace kissed him and sent him off before she walked down to the entry at the other end of the passage.
The cook had already relit the hearth and covered the water-logged table with drying cloths, and had the maids assembled around her.
“You did very well today, my lassies,” Doon said, looking fondly at all of her staff.
“Now we must feed these tired men and prepare for baking day on the morrow. Ida, check the starter crocks and fetch another sack of grain to replace that one that burned. We’ll need more salt from the stores as well for cleaning.
Lorna, boil water for scouring the tables and boards.
Any sign of blackness like tar or pitch, scrub away with lye. ”
As the maids dispersed Grace went to the cook, who sighed as she watched the young women go.
“I’d give them the night to seek comfort in their lovers’ arms, but the work comes before pleasures.” She smiled a little. “You neednae offer aid, Chatelaine. I expect you’ve too many tasks of your own to attend.”
“They can wait a bit,” Grace assured her, hoping she wasn’t reeking of Farlan. “Did you see what Harper and Esme did out in the gardens during the attack?”
“They doused the villains with water, and then the holes in the ground began closing up. The sky waterfall then reappeared and showered the rest of the creatures.” Doon frowned.
“Earlier I struck one of the things with a water jug as he made to grab the big lass, shattering it, and that melted his arm from his shoulder.”
She grinned. “So you get the credit for discovering water kills them.”
“’Twas mad luck.” The cook gave her an uncertain look. “I reckon our victory over the wretched horde, ’tis all that matters.”
One of the kitchen maids near the windows let out a screech, and ran over to them, pointing behind her with a shaking finger. “Mistress, Chatelaine, the ground, ’tis sprouting trees.”
“What?” Grace followed the maid over to the window, and looked out at the garden, which had become a mini forest of saplings. “Doon, send a guard to the laird’s chamber and tell them the enchantment is changing again.”
After ordering the maids to stay inside she opened the door and walked out to have a better look.
Dozens of trees were growing at hyper speeds, sprouting up from saplings to full-growth in a matter of seconds.
The leafy branches produced flower buds, which opened into pink and white blooms before showering the ground, replaced by fruit buds.
From the look of the blush- and green-colored bulbs they would have a ripe crop of apples and pears in less than a minute.
Or were they plums? They seemed to be darkening to a purple color.
A beautiful, haunting scent wrapped around Grace, making her shuffle forward. There was nothing to fear from this lovely new orchard. The fruit would make wonderful pies, cakes and jams. She couldn’t wait to start filling a basket with them–
A hard arm grabbed her around the waist and hauled her backward, dragging her into the kitchens. With her head now clear of the scent from the trees she gasped, appalled at her own behavior.
“Thank you.” Turning around, she hugged Doon tightly. “I think you just saved my life.”
“I’m glad you’re safe, my lady,” the cook said, but kept one arm around her waist as if she were afraid Grace would run away. “Those trees dinnae belong here. Never once did the clan plant a fruit orchard in the inner bailey.”
“’Tisnae fruit they grow, Mistress,” one of the maids said.