A Perfect Wife [Highland Menage 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

Roddy ducked and escaped. Malcolm steered Kiera toward a bench. She dropped into it, sniffling.

“
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Twas just a trinket,” she whispered, her voice wavering. “One sent with a letter asking for my hand.” She choked a bitter laugh. “He didna care to speak with me afore asking of my dowry. And he didna spell my name right!”

Malcolm took her chilled fingers in his. He raised them to his mouth and kissed her knuckles gently.

“His loss is our gain. Sommat that meant not a thing to him, is now the prize of a family.”

He hid her tears with his body, amazed that such a woman wished to be his. She had few jewels of her own, not because her father didn’t wish to gift her any, but because she’d rather have sheep and cattle and tradesmen and building materials sent to Kinrowan. She’d done it for years, not even knowing if she’d ever see the place.

He had a sudden need to hold her, to be with her.

“Shall I walk with ye to our chamber so ye can have a wee rest?”

She sniffled twice, then tilted her head and gave him the expression he loved. It said she wanted to do more than sleep. It was impish, teasing, and oh, so arousing.

“Methinks my laird husband is the one who needs a wee nap after falling into bed late and drunken.”

“I could use a sleep, aye. But what I wish is to hold ye next to me in our bed.”

“Just hold me?”

Her teasing question made his cock throb. “Aye, to start. And then I’ll kiss ye, every inch, and put my tongue and fingers in ye, and then—”

“Oh husband,” she said, loud enough for others to hear, “I’m feeling a wee bit faint.”

He grinned at her. “Then I’d best get ye to bed.”

He caught Ramsay’s eye. The man gave a minor lip twitch, which was as close to a laugh as Malcolm had seen to date.

“Listen up!” Ramsay’s roar quietened the entire room. “Ye’ve been working hard for days, and
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tis raining like cows pissin’.” He saw Kiera and winced. “Pardon, my lady, but ye are in the men’s hall.” He cleared his throat. “With yer laird’s permission, I would give ye a half day to do as ye choose. Once yer chores are done.”

All eyes went to Malcolm. Many had knowing grins. Kiera blushed, struggling. He made a face but set her down to chuckles.

“Aye, we’ve had late nights and early morns for many days. We’ll work all the harder for having a wee rest. I heard the alewife has a new brew ready and may let ye have a taste.”

Cheers broke out. The men and boys rushed to clean up. None would leave until it was all done and approved by the keeper. Malcolm had cleaned up his own mess so waited, holding onto Kiera. When the word was given to be released he nodded for the others to go first. The younger ones stood back until the more eager ones had catapulted down the stairwell, then followed. Many of the older men gave a sigh of relief and settled for an afternoon of ale and dice. The squires would bring them cheese, ale, and bread before setting up their own games elsewhere.

“
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Twas smart to wait for the lads to all rush out,” said Ramsay dryly.

“Keeper Ramsay,” asked Kiera. “Do ye ken my lady’s maid, Bessie? She came with me from Castle Leod, and afore that from the Stewarts of Atholl with my mother. She was only a wee lassie when she joined the MacKenzies.”

“Aye, my lady,
’
tis my business to know of all who set foot in Kinrowan.”

Kiera’s smile lit the dim room. “I said so, but she said you are too important a man to notice her.”

Ramsay was always in total control. This was the first time he looked rattled. Not even having his liege lord get stabbed in the arse by the newest lad training had discomfited him.

“Does Bessie need something the keeper can help her with?” asked Malcolm.

Kiera looked down and shuffled her feet. Malcolm mentally rolled his eyes. She did that when she was up to something.

“
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Tis nay the keeper as much as the man. Is Bessie wrong in thinking
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twas possible you might like to take her walking one day? She doesna ken I am speaking with you. I could let her down gently if you’re not wishing—”

“I wish it,” muttered Ramsay. “But why would such a lady of quality want to even speak with a battered old man such as myself?"

“Some women like a strong, commanding man. They’re shy, so hide their light under a basket. You must woo her carefully as she’s innocent.”

Ramsay blanched. “Innocent?”

“Bessie kens much but hasna been touched. She’s not found a man who interested her, until now.” Kiera scowled at him. “And if you tell her I spoke of this I shall be very cross.”

Ramsay cleared his throat. “My laird, do I have yer permission to woo Lady Kiera’s maid?”

He nodded. Ramsay almost smiled.

“I wouldna have said Bessie was shy,” said Malcolm. “She’s taken the ear off her laird and his steward a few times.”

“Such as when you were wrestling in the antechamber, thumping each other while your wee wife tried to sleep?” demanded Kiera. She flung out her arms. “Brothers! They’re all the same!” She glared at Malcolm, then turned to Ramsay. “I will send Bessie to the cellar for something stored by your stair. The rest is up to the two of you.” She frowned at the keeper. “As a fighting man, ye have a few aches, aye? Well, Bessie has strong hands and is very good at working out muscle cramps.” She stomped off toward the narrow stairs that led to the kitchen. “Wait for me, Laird Malcolm. I’ll be right back,” she called over her shoulder.

“I canna ask a virgin to rub my bad leg.” Ramsay stared after her.

“Then think of Bessie as a healer. She will feel safe if you lie on your stomach with her being the one doing the touching. Let her make the first moves.”

“I’ll have more pain in my hard cock than I will in my sore leg,” muttered Ramsay.

Malcolm chuckled. “I ken yer pain. MacDougals always give our women pleasure afore we seek our own.” He clapped Ramsay on the back. “Now ye ken what you’ll do with yer free half day.”

Laird Malcolm of Kinrowan felt good. They were well prepared for winter though they’d keep working once the rain stopped. He had his family and was gaining friends. He had a castle he still couldn’t believe was his responsibility, an eager wife, and a rainy day to fill with pleasure.

Half an hour later he lay naked in his bed, holding his equally naked wife.

“Yer breast fits my hand,” he said, gently squeezing.

“So it willna fit when it grows with the bairn?”

“Nay wife, no matter the size, ye will fit.”

She shifted, catching his cock between her back cheeks. “The same way your cock fits me, no matter what?”

“Are you teasing me, wife?”

“Aye, husband. And what will you do about it?”

He pondered that a moment while he played with her breast. Her hard nipple pressed against his palm. He picked up the sound of someone ascending the stairs. With the men getting a half day he figured Duff might find his way here so had not barred the door.

“I am thinking of torturing my wee wife.”

“Torture?” She stiffened, but did not try to escape.

“Bringing her near her peak and keeping her there without falling over.”

“You are an evil man, Laird Malcolm.” She caught him again, squeezing her arse around his cock.

“Ye are playing with fire, my lady.”

Duff entered, rolled his eyes at the two of them, then shut the door. He sat on a chair and removed his boots, then set his plaid on it.

“’Ye’ve come at the perfect time, brother,” said Malcolm. “Our wife is misbehaving.”

Duff chuckled. “I was hoping she might be.”

“Dinna listen to him,” she replied, pouting. “I’ve been very good.”

“Aye, wife, ye have,” said Duff. “And I will reward ye for it by giving ye whatever yer laird husband has in mind.”

“He wants to torture me!”

“With pleasure,” added Malcolm.

Duff’s grin widened. “And ye waited for me to start?”

“Aye, I need more than two hands to hold Kiera from escaping while spreading her legs and using my fingers inside her.”

Duff rubbed his hands eagerly. “Do I hold, or ye?”

“If we tie her down, we can both do as we choose.”

“Tie me? Nay!”

Kiera struggled while Duff barred the door with a log too heavy for her to easily remove. Malcolm moved and, accidentally on purpose, let her escape. She rolled off the far side of the bed and crouched on the floor.

“Where did I put those soft ropes?” asked Duff.

She shrieked and ran for the door. Duff caught her in one arm.

“Running away? I dinna think so.”

Malcolm leaned on the bed and watched the two of them tussle. She kicked with her bare feet, but not too hard. She was also careful where she kicked.

“Beast!”

“Aye,
’
tis what I am.”

“If ye tire her out we won’t need the ropes,” said Malcolm, taking his ease.

“I think
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tis time for a wee bit of learning,” said Duff.

Kiera paused. “Learning what?”

“Who is the master.”

She snarled, jerked, and got away. She stood there, looking for an escape route.

Malcolm loved the way her breasts quivered when she panted. He loved a lot of things about her, but that was as close to the word as he was getting.

“Now, wife,
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tis time to obey yer laird.”

“No lairds in this chamber,” she reminded him.

“Then ye’ll obey yer husbands.”

Duff caught her. He tossed her over his shoulder, doing it carefully, and carried her to the bed. Malcolm shifted to sit with his legs off the edge. Duff lifted Kiera off his shoulder. He flipped her so she landed belly first on Malcolm’s lap.

“Thank ye, brother,
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tis perfect.” Malcolm held her down with one hand on her back while Duff flipped covers over her legs to stop her kicking. She waited just long enough before realizing her predicament. She had an excellent shriek.

“We need tapestries to take up the noise,” said Malcolm, continuing to hold her down while pretending to ignore the struggling woman.

Malcolm grasped her smooth right cheek with his palm. “I like what the stairs have done to yer arse.” He cupped it. She tensed, tightening the muscles under his hand. He lifted his hand and waited for her to relax. When she did the crack of a spank was immediately followed by an indignant shriek.

“Oh, aye,” said Duff, “I like the sound of that.”

“I do not!” replied Kiera.

“Mayhaps we need to hear it again,” said Malcolm.

She continued to shriek as he turned both cheeks a bright pink. He slid a hand between her thighs and, as expected, she was wet. He raised an eye. Duff knew what he meant and nodded his agreement. They flipped her onto her back. Duff laid his leg below her breasts. He easily held her there while Malcolm got comfortable by her feet. He bent her legs and spread her knees wide, opening her fully and inhaling the sweetest scent in the world.

Kiera still muttered threats, all part of the game.

Malcolm trailed a series of little sucking kisses, each an inch apart, from her belly button to her pussy. By the time he got there she no longer fought to move. He put his face between her legs and inhaled.
Perfect
.

He rested his nose on the button of her clit and rubbed it back and forth for a while before starting circles. That put his tongue in the perfect position to taste her.

“Mmm, ye smell good, lass, and ye taste better.”

Using a light butterfly stroke he flicked his tongue over the top of her clit. He went all over the area using taps and strokes that were short and quick. He took his time. For once, they were not rushed. They had all afternoon to play if they chose.

He started out light and increased the pressure as her breathing quickened. When he thought she was getting too close to her peak he moved down, separating her lips with his tongue. He used a light pressure, long strokes up and down. As soon as she started to tense he moved his tongue somewhere else. That got him growls of annoyance.

Duff’s leg was in the way, so he couldn’t see what his brother did to Kiera’s breasts. From what he sensed, Duff was enjoying himself.

Malcolm brushed her curls back to expose her clit. Such a lovely one, all pink and wet and swollen. It made him proud to do this to his woman. No one had made her feel these things until they showed her what joy could be.

He swirled his tongue slowly around her clit, barely touching it in slow, ultra-light butterfly circles. Every now and then he took a break to breathe, using his fingers instead. But his fingers were thick and callused compared to his tongue. He increased the pressure until she squirmed under him, trying to lift her thighs to encourage him. When he thought she was near he put his lips around her clit and sucked.

She moaned, lifting her hips. He backed away, chuckling. For a moment she did nothing, then he heard a growl of frustration. He sat up to watch what Duff was doing.