Dual Release (20 page)

She liked the teasing look he gave her. His eyes darkened and his lips twisted into a sensual smile. Damn. He melted her insides when he looked at her like that, as if he wanted to ravish her at any moment. Jenny stretched upward until her lips hovered close to his.

“You couldn’t be dull even if you tried.” She sealed her words with a kiss.

Dour parted their lips, holding his forehead to hers, he gave her an invitation she couldn’t resist. “What say ye to us slipping upstairs and me showing ye how non-dull I can be?”

Jenny grinned. “I’d like that.” She looked around. “You think anyone would notice us being gone?”

“Nay,” he replied, slowly dancing her toward the main hallway. “We be the least of their concerns.”

He twirled her out the door and without a second thought they scurried upstairs to Dour’s chambers. Jenny liked the fact each of the brothers had their own section within the castle. It gave them privacy when they wanted. The center tower belonged to Gavin and Ericka. From Jenny’s understanding, its renovations had been stalled by Akira as she protected Gavin. They had only recently moved into it upon completion of its updates.

Every time the castle changed hands, Akira kept them from making any changes to that tower. She haunted it, caused accidents to workers and scared everyone to the point one set of owners closed off the center tower and renovated around it. Since moving into the castle and becoming friends with Akira, Jenny understood Akira’s fiercely protective nature. She could see her doing whatever it took to prevent Gavin’s tower from being transformed and his statue being discovered by the wrong person. It wasn’t until May bought the castle that Akira allowed Gavin to be found by Ericka. Jenny couldn’t help but smile, thinking of the happy couple and their baby boy.

She ticked off the locations of each family member in her head. Ian and Izzy had the east corner tower. Struan and Caledonia lived in the south corner tower. Padon and Lynn moved into the west corner tower. The north corner tower belonged to the missing brother, Aiden, and remained unoccupied. But that was temporary as far as they all were concerned. Donnell and Dour had substantial chambers within different wings of the castle.

The closeness of this family reminded her of her own brothers, which made her smile widen. It had been one interesting phone call she’d made home, explaining she and Cait had made some new friends. She’d left out the parts about the abduction and the explosion and most of all the curse. She doubted they’d understand or believe the truth about the MacKinnon clan so she’d thought it best to leave it out of the conversation. She did share the job offer May presented to her and Cait.

It made her mother very happy to learn she now had a steady income working with May’s company, The Center for the Restoration of Folklore and Mythology. Helping locate the last brother was the first priority at the moment. And what sealed the deal as far as she and Cait were concerned, it kept them close to Dour and Donnell and even allowed them to continue their online magazine.

Living at the castle was better than the tiny flat in London. She liked that Dour’s chambers faced the east. The morning sun filtered in through their bedroom window, bringing her a new hope each day she’d find the answer to the curse and free him forever. It just burned her biscuits to think the brothers knew the way to freedom and refused to share. There had to be a reason. They weren’t the kind to be intentionally mean. Jenny pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. Now wasn’t the time to think on it.

She knew the truth of her heart and planned to share it with him this night. Could it have been the soul-touching vows May and Jameson shared during their wedding that had her thinking of a future with Dour? Maybe it had tipped the scales for her but she didn’t care. Looking at him, she knew every second spent with Dour was phenomenal and she was determined to have as many special moments with him as humanly possible.

If she’d learned anything from her brothers, it was to go for what she wanted and worry about the consequences later. Lord knew they’d done that more times than she could count. Thinking about their escapades gave her comfort. They’d made her strong even though they’d been overprotective. One thing she did know, Dour was going to fit right in with her crew of mischief-makers. He and Donnell had proven over the past few weeks, if there was a practical joke pulled, they were behind it, especially for poor Ian. Jenny grinned at Dour. Yep. He was going to fit right in.

When they reached the chamber door, he pushed it open and stood staring in for a second and she knew he was still hesitant over the changes to the castle. It had taken Jenny hours of explaining to bring Dour up to date on some of today’s conveniences. Electricity floored him. He still tended to play with the switch, flipping it up and down several times, watching in amazement as the lights went on and off. But it was the bathroom he liked the most, especially the oversized tub. According to him it was perfectly built for two and they’d tested that theory on more than one occasion. She wasn’t sure she’d ever want to bathe alone again.

Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and carried her through the door. He shoved it shut with the heel of his boot. Jenny couldn’t help but laugh. His touch and the warmth of being near him made her happier than she ever thought possible.

“Milady, ye be beautifully clothed this evening,” he stated as he marched them straight to the bed. “But it be your body I wish to see. Ye have had me wanting for a taste of ye since I woke.”

Slowly she slid down the length of him, enjoying the feel of his abdominal muscles against her side. She stood between him and the bed. He looked strikingly handsome in his off-white dress shirt, kilt of the MacKinnon red-and-green plaid, and black boots. One by one, she unbuttoned his shirt, planting tender kisses to his flesh as it appeared.

“I have to say,” she stated breathily as she sank to her knees, untucking his shirt as she went. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

He laughed huskily. “Milady, me thinks ye have misspoken. Men be not beautiful. Not like a woman with her lovely curves, wondrous smile and eyes of the deepest green.” He paused as his hands slid into her updo, working it free of its pins. “And hair as soft as the finest silk.”

Jenny’s insides fluttered. She loved it when he spoke poetically. No one she’d dated of this time ever said such things to her. It seemed so natural coming from his lips, not forced as if he were trying to impress her to get her into bed. His thick Scottish brogue made each word twice as sensual. They’d spent the last six weeks getting to know one another and she’d treasured every second of their precious time, every sexual escapade and adventure he’d taken her on to the point she couldn’t imagine life without him. She didn’t want to think of anything else but being with him, even if it meant sleeping during the day to be awake with him at night.

“No,” she replied, holding his gaze. She watched it darken as she lifted his kilt. “What I spoke was truth.” Doing her best to mimic his brogue, she added, “Milord, ye doth have the most beautiful cock.”

Ducking under his kilt, she licked his length from tip to base and back. She held his shaft in her hand while massaging his balls with the other as her tongue lavished the slender opening of its head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. His was a flavor she hungered to devour. Dour was her man and she intended to show him how much she loved him. Jenny sucked the head, twirling her tongue around it in a gentle tease.

His moan was muffled by the kilt, which didn’t last but a few moments before it disappeared from around her. He unwrapped it from his waist and tossed it to the floor. Jenny met his heated gaze as his hands plowed into her hair.

Desperation tinged his tone. “I had to see ye as ye tasted
mi
shaft. It be a glorious sight, your lips to
mi
flesh. One I no wished to miss.”

That was all she needed to hear to spur her on with the task of pleasuring him. His hands cradled her head, not pushing her, not forcing her to take him in farther than her mouth allowed. She liked the fact he let her set the pace. Slowly she slid him in deeper until she could take no more. Over and over she pumped as he massaged her scalp. His breathing increased and his balls tightened and she knew he was close. Suddenly he pulled her from his cock and dragged her to her feet. His mouth found hers in a passionate kiss.

He grappled with her dress as they fell upon the bed, tangled together. “I need to be inside ye, Jenny.”

Her dress bunched around her waist. She arched, lifting her hips, giving him room to tug the sexy panties down. In his rush, Dour ripped them off her seconds before he entered her. “Dour,” she gasped as she wrapped her legs around his waist and twisted her fingers into the long strands of his red hair.

Setting a sensually slow rhythm, he stroked her with his cock. He held his weight on his forearms, his hands on either side of her face. “Now this be heaven,” he whispered as he captured her mouth.

He wanted nothing more than to stay in this position forever. Jenny’s legs hugged him tight, keeping him snugly encased in her sheath. Her mouth fit his perfectly for kissing. He liked the way her tongue toyed with his. The way she’d pleasured his cock had him on edge to the point he had to fuck her or be spent in her mouth. Though it was a wonderful way to reach his release, he would much rather share the sensation with his woman.

The thought hit him mid-stroke and he stalled for a second before she dug her heels into his backside, urging him to keep the rhythm. Dour broke from the kiss. He locked his gaze on hers. Heavy lids held at half-mast nearly hid those sexy greens from view. Her sighs were the only music he longed to hear. It made him increase his speed, pumping into her a notch faster. It was all he could do not to fuck her hard and fast. But he wanted it to last, to draw this moment out.

Jenny was his woman. He liked the sound of that as it rolled through his brain. She was his and he intended to show her how much he desired her, wanted her in his bed now and forever. Forever. How could he ask a woman to be with him when it meant living a half-life? Man by night and stone by day.

Her nails dragged down his spine underneath his shirt. The spark of pain added to his pleasure, causing him to spike into her harder.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder, Dour. Fuck me, baby.”

The feel of her sheath contracting around his cock nearly undid him but he refused to come. Not until Jenny reached the same point in their combined pleasure. Never before had he been so concerned over the woman reaching release along with him. But every time he and Jenny coupled, it mattered. It wasn’t about him and his bawls being drained. It was about her. He wanted her to be satisfied.

Dour’s heart thumped, ready to burst with love he finally admitted he felt for the vixen beneath him. He slowed the action and her eyes opened wide, letting him know he had her full attention. Cupping her face in his hands, he stared directly into her gaze. He didn’t want her to miss one word he had to say.

“Jenny,
mi
milis subh-làir
—sweet strawberry, I should nay be saying this with naught more to offer ye than
mi
presence in your life at night.” He paused, gathered his courage, then continued before he thought better of it. “I love ye.”

Her eyes widened and she stilled beneath him. For a split second he wished he hadn’t said it because it didn’t seem to bode well with her. Then instantly her face changed. The biggest smile he’d ever seen lifted her lips as her arms snaked around his neck.

“I love you too, Dour.” Jenny kissed him. Her legs slid from around his waist and hovered bent at his sides. He felt her feet plant into the bed as she did a slow rock along his cock. Her hand fisted his hair and a devilish gleam filled her eyes. “I do believe I told you to fuck me.”

He grinned, knowing he’d made no mistake in speaking the truth of his heart to this one. She was meant to be his and he hers. “As ye wish,
mi
milis subh-làir
.”

Dour drove into her, relishing the grasp of her sheath to his cock. Slick heat coated his flesh, coaxing him to increase his pace. Her moans lifted to his ears, letting him know she enjoyed this as much as he. When he nuzzled her breasts, it impressed him how quickly she undid the clasp of her halter-style dress, loosening the material for him without skipping a beat in their fucking. Using his teeth he uncovered a nipple ripe for him to suck.

He nibbled the taut bud and she squealed in delight. Her hands held his head in place, urging him to continue. He sucked and nipped the tender flesh of her breast as he fucked her faster. She met him pump for pump. He loved her reaction each time he captured her nipple between his teeth and tugged. Moisture coated his cock and she practically growled. Her fingers twisted tighter in his hair.

She had him teetering on the edge and he was ready to take the free fall into pure pleasure with his woman. Dour broke from the grip she had in his hair to take command of her lips. He speared into her hard and fast. He left her lips and sucked her neck, leaving hot kisses all over her flesh. Gasping for air, he met her gaze.

“Come with me,
m’gaol
—my love. Make me whole.”

Once again her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, causing him to sink even deeper into her. The tightening of her sheath grasping his cock was his undoing. Liquid heat spurted from him, mixing with her essence as their pleasure overtook them. After several long moments lying entangled, he opened his eyes and looked into hers.

“Aye, this surely be heaven.”

He kissed her as they snuggled on top of the covers, lingering in the warmth of the afterglow. This was his woman. She’d accepted him as he was—cursed. They lay for hours kissing and making love, knowing the sun would soon separate them.

Dour stood and held his hand to her. “Come, Jenny. Let me turn down the covers and make you comfortable before the curse takes me.”

She did as he requested. Their clothes were long forgotten in a pile on the floor. She was beautifully naked before him. Dour hugged her close, then turned and straightened the unkempt bed. Hours of making love upon it had made it slightly disheveled. He guided her under the covers. With the sun’s ominous rays threatening to peek into their room, he started to move, distancing himself from her.