In Love With A Warrior (Gunn Guardsman (Book 4)) (18 page)

He dislodged the sheath of his sword and placed it standing upright beside the bed. She couldn’t help but admire the weapon as it was likely the largest sword she’d ever seen. How she wished she was strong enough to wield such a weapon.

“Emlyn?” He chortled and turned her face to look at him. “If you would rather sleep with my sword …”

She couldn’t help it, and giggled a girlish laugh. “I’m sorry, but it is a beautiful sword. Come, I do wish to sleep with you. Only you.”

He unbelted his tartan and dropped the belt and the large piece of fabric fluttered to the floor. Emlyn scrunched her eyes, taking in his naked form.

“You are verily the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

“Am I?” He crawled onto the bed and kissed her abdomen, and kept kissing her until he reached her mouth. The gesture made her drunk with desire.

“You make me want you,” her words came out in a breathless whisper.

“You excite me, lass.”

Emlyn used her hand to caress him in return. His muscles tightened under the perusal of her fingers. His skin hardened beneath her soft caress and flexed when he moved. She was in awe of his strength.

“I vow I don’t want to wait. It seems forever since I’ve been with you in this way.”

Emlyn pulled him so he lay against her. “You make me urgent. I don’t want to wait either.”

James knelt between her legs. He caressed her knees and caused her to giggle. She couldn’t help it, because they were indeed sensitive to the touch.

“Ah, I forgot you were ticklish. Where else, hmmm?”

His hand moved over her body, but she didn’t dare laugh. It only made her wish he was inside her, loving her again.

“Please, James, don’t make me wait.” She gripped his arms and bent forward.

He hunched over her and the wondrous feeling of him entering her brought forth her moan.

“Oh, that feels akin to nothing else.” She couldn’t relax though and gripped his biceps, holding on as tightly as she could, knowing she was in for a wild ride.

James groaned in pleasure and as he thrust, she pushed her hips toward him. Twinges of her culmination riveted through her body. Emlyn tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Desire such as she never felt swarmed her body and soul.

He slowed his movements, and she reveled at his lips on her neck. His sweet mouth suckled her skin and she could do nothing but shake as an intensely wicked aura took control of her entire body. She couldn’t catch a thought.

James’ breath hitched and he too succumbed to the exquisite tumult. Emlyn was glad they’d reached the end together. She set a hand on his chest and felt the rapid beat of his heart. He set his head in the crook of her neck and placed gentle kisses there.

“You didn’t speak a falsehood, James.”

He raised his head and grinned. “When?”

“When you said it was always like this.”

His shoulders shook with his laughter. James took a hold of a tress of her hair and rubbed it across her cheek. “I cannot cease looking at you. Do you know how bonny you are?”

“You flatter me, James, and it is not necessary.”

“Aye, but it is. I want you to know what you mean to me.”

Emlyn leaned on her elbow and faced him. “I wish you wouldn’t speak so. There will come a time when we must part.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.”

She sighed. “But it does. Let us put this talk aside. This is the first time I’ve ever slept next to you. You don’t snore do you?”

James touched her nose. “Nay, and it is not the first time we’ve slept near each other. You know I do not. Och you do.”

She pinched his forearm. “Will you hold me?” Emlyn scooted to the side of the bed and relaxed back against him when his chest touched her back.

“Everything, Emlyn,” he said aloud and squeezed her.

“What say you?” She held onto his forearm which he’d placed over her stomach.

“You mean everything to me.”

She peered over her shoulder at him and noticed he’d closed his eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to respond to his sweet words, but instead mouthed, ‘and you mean everything to me.’

Chapter Nineteen

Never had he such a contended night’s sleep. James grinned as he felt her soft body stretching alongside his. He couldn’t see her face as her body faced away from him. With all his heart, he wanted to watch her in sleep again for she was verily his when she slept. It was the only time he could concede that she belonged to him.

“Emlyn, are you awake?”

She turned and placed her face against his chest. Her hands splayed his abdomen, and she gasped when he moved against her.

“I’m amorous in the morn.”

Her light laughter instantly changed the mood and he chuckled. Without speaking, he gently pushed her onto her back and entered her. Their morning romp was just as frenzied as the night had been. James wanted to please her and kept at the ardent love play until she squealed with pleasure.

He lay in her arms, content and completely sated. She sat up and her naked back was within his line of vision. James let his fingers glide down the center.

“We should leave. I am not sure what time of day it is.”

“Can we not stay abed all day?” She flopped back upon the bed and rolled on to her stomach.

James snatched the covering from her body. He stood, looking at the exquisite curves of her body. “You have a lovely arse.” He clasped a cheek with his fingers and set a kiss on the flesh of her buttock.

Emlyn gasped. “Keep doing that and we shall never leave.” She rolled over and flashed a grin.

“How did I not know what a sweet arse you have?”

“You were too busy looking at my breasts.”

He laughed at the blunt way she spoke. “Aye, I seem to recall saying they were the loveliest bosom I’d ever seen. I didn’t lie. But that arse …” He whistled and leaned forward, and grabbed it and gave her a light squeeze.

“James …”

He locked eyes with her and noticed her worry.

“I’m sorry we have to travel to your father’s farmstead. If you would rather, I can return home and you can return to the Gunn keep. I know that’s what you’d want. I ask too much of you.”

“We’re on this path, lass, and we may as well see where it leads us. Were you to travel home, you’d put yourself in danger. Lest you forget Marshall wants you and deems you his betrothed.”

She sighed visibly and looked at her hand which played with the covering.

“If you were to wed me, Marshall might give up his quest … but I will not force you, Emlyn. When and if you ever wed me, I want it to be because you want me and for no other reason.” Humility overcame him, and James didn’t care to feel such a way. But she had him ensnared, and he’d crawl through a field full of embers to be with her. He refrained from telling her that, but that’s exactly how he felt.

“I agree, and it is not the answer. We should go. I’ll need to change. Will you retrieve my satchel? I wish to wear breeches and don’t want to ride in that gown.”

“Of course.” James tugged on his tunic and wrapped himself in his tartan, and belted it. He reached for his sword and before he could sheath it, Emlyn got off the bed and stood next to him in all her naked glory.

“May I hold it?” She held out her hand.

He pushed it forward, and she took it from him. Her hand waned from the weight of it. Its height almost reached her chest, as long as it was.

“I’ve only a short sword. It was the only sword my father would allow me to practice with. This is a well-made sword, James.”

“Aye. We’ve a master who toils and makes the best in all the Highlands. He takes many a week to craft one, especially the more ornate. Mine is plain in comparison to some he makes.” James had been specific when he’d commissioned his sword made. “I wanted a broadsword with a downward sloping guard. The center inset is thinner than what most swords its size has, hence the heaviness of it. But it is effective when a foe needs his head dispatched. I didn’t want an ornate handle and insisted the pommel be plain and flat. I wrapped a piece of leather on the hilt which keeps it from slipping, especially when it is bloodied. I’ve had to replace the leather five times since it was made.”

She looked at him in awe and didn’t seem to want to hand it back. He gently pried it from her fingers.

“One day I shall have such a sword.”

“Mayhap. I’ll get your satchel.” James left before he burst forth with laughter. He’d gone into detail and tried to make his sword seem more daunting, but his speech had the opposite effect. The lass was in rapt of his words.

On his walk toward the stable, he ran into Grey and Duff.

“James, as soon as we can call you home, I’ll send word,” Grey said.

“Here.” Duff pulled a long thin dirk from his boot. This always brought me good fortune. Keep it with you.”

He shook his head and tried to hand it back. “I cannot take it.”

“I’ll be wanting it back when you return. For I wish to give it to my son.” Duff’s voice grew thick with his admission.

James nodded firmly. “Mayhap I’ll give it to him and be his champion.”

“I’d like that, James. Hopefully it won’t see any action. Keep the lass safe.”

“I will.” James grew somber then. Both his laird and comrade slapped his back. “Are you returning home?”

Grey walked beside him. “Nay, Donal wants us here when Alexander comes. We’ll ensure he believes our tale. Duff is staying with me.”

Colm, Kenneth, and Sean stood next to his horse’s stall. James clasped Colm’s hand.

“Ye look rested, James. Did you have a relaxing eve?” Colm chuckled.

“What do you think?” James chuckled and shoved his friend’s shoulder.

“Keep your eyes peeled for dangers and not on milady’s bonny face.”

“I will, Colm.”

Kenneth pulled him into a bear-hug. “I don’t know when next I’ll see you.”

Sean leaned against the wooden enclosure and looked downright miserable.

“We all knew this day approached.” James couldn’t look Sean in the eyes, for he’d been his closest comrade and he’d miss him the most.

Grey smirked. “Nay, I always thought you’d all stay on Gunn land. And that we’d grow old and cranky men together.”

They shared a laugh over that.

“I’ll be returning to Gunn land, Laird, that I promise you. And I shall see you all again. Don’t be so sullen. I am not dead and there’s no reason to mourn.”

Sean stepped away from the stall. “Keep your arse safe, James. I swear if anything happens to you …”

“I’ll try.” James watched their staid gazes. He grew tense; not knowing what was to come. He wasn’t about to make any promises for he knew the danger ahead.

Grey and Duff walked off, toward the keep. Kenneth and Colm mounted their horses. He would have ridden a ways with them, but they were heading west. Sean too was riding south toward the border of England, in the opposite direction of him. James pulled the reins of his horse and looked at Emlyn’s horse. He shouted to Grey. His laird turned and rode back to him.

“Take this home with you.” He rummaged through the satchel and removed the weapons and added the elaborate gown and jewels.

“She won’t need these on this journey.”

“Do you deem this is wise? Mayhap you should allow her some weapon.”

“Nay.” He stood firm on the issue. “Take the satchel and leave it on my bunk. She’ll get it when she comes with me to your keep.”

Grey grunted when he hefted the heavy satchel.

James led their horses away and took the trail toward Henry’s cottage. He untied her satchel and walked into the one-roomed domain. Emlyn lay with her eyes closed.

He slapped her arse soundly, but not with enough vigor to harm her. The flesh jostled a wee bit, and he found himself grinning. He’d have to pay more attention to that sweet part of her in the near future.

Emlyn rolled over and took her satchel. She began dressing and emptied the bag onto the bed. After pulling on a pair of loose breeches, she held up a gray tunic. “What is this?”

“I know not. It is not one of mine. Mayhap Adeline put it in there. It looks to fit you. Wear it.”

She shrugged her shoulder and pulled it over her head. “She also put a good amount of foodstuffs wrapped in cloth. There’s no room for the gown. I’ll have to leave it behind.”

“You should keep one of the gowns,” he said, and was about to offer her space in his satchel.

“I’ll take the green gown.”

He remembered it from her farewell feast. James knew she wished to be back home, joining the soldiers in their daily training sessions. A gloomy gaze crossed her face when she looked at the garment.

“My friend, Branwyn gave it to me and I cherish it. Besides it fits better than the other.”

Emlyn, now completely covered, pulled on a small pair of boots. She shoved the delicate slippers she’d worn with the gown into her satchel, and tied the laces of her tunic.

“There’s no room for my cloak.”

“Wear it. It is chilly this day and will probably get colder as the day goes.”

She set it over her arm. “Shall we?”

James held the door to the cottage for her and closed it.

“We should’ve cleaned up the cottage.”

He nodded. “Aye, but Henry has a few lasses who come each day to clean it. They’re vying for his hand.”

Emlyn chuckled. “I wish I could’ve met him. Oh, mayhap I should’ve taken the gown. It is going to give the wrong impression.”

James guffawed and turned to peer back at the cottage. “Aye, I deem Henry will either have an amorous night on his return or one beset with turmoil.”

“We shouldn’t put him in that position.”

“Aye, we should.” James helped her onto her horse. “Stay as close to me as you can on the ride. We only have about a day and mayhap another half to ride, depending on the weather.”

“I will, James. Worry not.”

“I do not worry, I take action.” But he couldn’t help worrying for he didn’t like riding alone even if they were on their ally’s land. Who knew what dangers lurked along the trail to Gunn land. As soon as they rode through the gates, the sounds of the Ross clan retreated. The quiet and stillness of the adjacent woods met them.

When Emlyn tried to speak to him, he held up his hand for her to be silent. They’d ridden for two hours and he got a sense they were being followed. James rode in a haphazard way, and circled back around. Their pursuers were not quiet. Several men rode their horses in the direction they’d taken.

James stopped and held a finger to his mouth, signaling Emlyn’s not to speak. She looked aback at her satchel and scrunched her eyes. Thankfully she remained quiet.

Throughout the rest of the day, James had to track back to ensure the pursuers were ahead of them. When he couldn’t locate them, he suspected something was amiss. He stopped his horse and dismounted. Emlyn did the same.

“What happened to my other satchel?”

“I gave it to Grey. You’ll get it back when we go home.”

She shoved his chest. “Your home, not mine. How dare you give my belongings to him without telling me? What if I have need of my sword?”

James walked around the clearing, near the safety of the trees, trying to assess where their pursuers were.

“There is no time to discuss this.”

“Why not?” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. Her lovely lips parted.

“That’s why,” James said, and pointed to a band of men running toward them from across the field.

James pulled his sword free and pushed Emlyn behind him. “Stay here.”

“Nay. I won’t let you face them alone.” She reached down and snatched the dirk from his boot.

“Emlyn, it is too dangerous.” As he explained, several arrows flew at them, hitting the tree directly above their heads. “This is not good.” The men were seconds away from reaching them. James sheathed his sword. “Put the dirk away.”

“Nay. I won’t let them harm us. I don’t understand, James, why?”

He tried to get her to release it by gripping her wrist, but she withstood his will. “Mayhap they won’t attack us if we appear unarmed.”

She shook her head. Emlyn put the dirk inside her tunic. Two men approached and took him by the arms. James didn’t try to fight them. His only thought was trying to keep Emlyn safe and by being subdued, he’d hope they were only intent on robbing them. He was drug away from the trees where several men went at him. James defended himself using his hands and legs. He resisted taking his sword from its scabbard.

Emlyn, on the other hand, felled two of their followers with the dirk. She yelled at him from across the field. “Use your sword.”

He shook his head. There were too many of them and even if he was able to get his sword free, he’d have little time to use it.

Two men held his arms and began twisting them. James ended up on his knees, then face down on the grass. He grunted at the force of the pressure from one of the man’s knee to his back.

He shouted to Emlyn to cease fighting, and she stood still, holding the bloody dirk in her hands. A burly man stepped around him and then stomped on the back of his calf. James felt the crunch of his bones and shouted as pain reverberated through him. All he heard at that moment was Emlyn’s scream. She ran toward him, but James closed his eyes against the pain.