Tyler, Lynn - For Her Honor [For Her] (Siren Publishing Classic) (34 page)

When a knock sounded, she simply nipped his ear and told him to ignore it.

“Robbie?” Jamie said from the other side of the door. “Robbie, Colin wants—”

“Take care of it,” Robbie growled as he anchored Jocelyn’s hips still with his hands and thrust upward. The movement forced his hard length to rub directly against her clitoris, dragging a moan from her throat.

“But, Colin is—”

“Go away!” Jocelyn shouted. She heard a loud laugh from the other side of the door but didn’t care.

Robbie continued to move against her, her passion flying higher and higher. She squirmed on him, trying frantically to mount him. “Robbie,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”

He angled his head to suckle on one nipple. “Just relax and let me pleasure you, loving,” he whispered.

She whimpered in response and gripped his shoulders. Her whole being was focused on the man beneath her and what he was doing to her. Her belly contracted, and she jerked against him, the pleasure rolling over her in waves. “Oh, how I love you,” she muttered against his neck, licking the straining cords of his throat.

She floated on the bliss for what seemed like an eternity, rousing only when he lifted her from the tub and laid her on the bed. She reached for him, drawing him close and kissing his lips. “Let me pleasure you,” she pleaded.

Robbie smiled and kissed her forehead before he pulled her against his side. “I appreciate the sentiment, loving, but it is not necessary.”

“But, Robbie, I want to,” she insisted.

Robbie cleared his throat and blushed. “I have already found my pleasure,” he explained gruffly. “It had been so long and watching your pleasure brought me to my own.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling brightly at him. She settled against his side and played with the crisp hair on his chest idly. “Robbie?”

“Yes, imp?” he answered, stroking his fingertips along her arm.

She shivered at the feeling and snuggled closer, flinging one arm across his chest. “Do you think it is too cold to visit our waterfall?”

Robbie laughed with delight. “I will keep you warm,” he promised as he handed her a gown. As he turned away to dress hurriedly, she snagged a large, fluffy feather she kept as a decoration by the bed. She hid it under her skirts as he finished pinning his kilt. He gripped her hand and pulled her out into the hall. “Keep your head down and do not look at anyone.” She giggled and ran to keep up with her husband. “Robbie,” she gasped with delight. “Slow down. I cannot keep up with you.”

He swung her up in his arms and rushed her down the stairs and through the dining hall. By some miracle they managed to escape the keep without anyone noticing them.

He ran through the woods toward their waterfall. She tipped her head back, enjoying the cold breeze on her face while her body pressed against the warmth of Robbie’s. She placed her hand on his chest over his heart, feeling its steady, strong beat. This heart was a loving, kind, and patient heart. It was also hers. She vowed to cherish it and protect it just as he would protect hers.

The waterfall came into view, and he drew to a stop before easing her to her feet. She reached up and unpinned his kilt, helping him spread it on the ground. She paused at the sight of the puckered scar where she had pushed the arrow through his torso. “Did you hurt yourself while you were carrying me?” she asked.

He shook his head on a quiet laugh. “Loving, you weigh barely anything at all.”

She traced the edges of the scar, pressing a kiss to the centre of it softly before standing up. “Hurting you was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I do not think I will forgive myself for pushing that arrow through.”

He kissed her gently. She shuddered as his hands moved over her body languorously. “Loving, you did what you had to do,” he murmured. He kissed his way down her neck and nibbled at her collarbone.

She pushed him away, ignoring the way he pushed his lower lip out in a pout. “It is my turn,” she said, nipping at his jaw.

He grinned and placed his hands on his hips. “Your turn for what, imp?”

She feathered the fingers of her right hand around his groin, letting her left palm slowly cup his sac. He cursed under his breath, and she smiled as the feeling of warmth that had nothing to do with her current arousal flowed through her. “To pleasure you,” she said softly. “To show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”

He sighed as she kissed her way down his chest and belly until she hovered right over his erection. Smiling wickedly, she urged him down to the ground. She undressed for him slowly, savoring the hot desire that quickly mounted to one of desperation.

She stroked her hands over his body, pleased to see his mouth was slightly open and he was panting. She withdrew the feather from beneath her abandoned gown and showed him her treasure, slowly running it around her breasts one at a time until the tip flicked over her nipples. She grabbed his wrists and placed them, palms down, under his buttocks. “Leave them,” she ordered.

He groaned but quickly nodded his agreement. “Whatever you say, loving,” he said in a guttural voice.

She smiled at him approvingly and then swirled the feather over the bulging muscles in his upper arm. “Do you like how that feels?” she questioned, though she could see by the heat in his eyes he did.

“Aye,” he said on a fractured groan.

She traced her feather over his chest teasingly, avoiding the flat brown nipples until they hardened on their own. “Ah,” she said with a smile. “Would you like me to touch them?”

“Oh, loving, aye!” he said desperately.

She caressed him lightly and bent down to take one in her mouth. She sucked on it firmly, delighting in the moan that seemed to float from his throat. She felt his hand suddenly grip her hair, and she bit him, sinking her teeth into the heavy muscle just under his nipple warningly. “I told you to leave them where they were,” she admonished.

He groaned in disappointment but obediently placed his hands back where she wanted them. “Good lad,” she crooned. She went back to his chest, alternately feathering him and kissing him until she sensed he couldn’t hold back. She sat up and played the feather over her breasts, enjoying the heat of his gaze on her body.

Slowly, so slowly, she tortured them both by lowering the feather down her stomach to tease briefly between her thighs. She let it play on her clit until it was swollen and red and her juices were practically running down her thighs.

“Oh, lass,” he whispered shakily. “That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

She laughed seductively and drew the feather from between her legs. She ran it down his belly until it stroked his groin, tantalizingly close to his rigid cock. She settled her weight onto one of his thighs, making sure her sex rubbed against his skin. The hairs on his leg tickled her clit, and she shivered at the feeling.

Jocelyn rubbed the feather delicately over his balls, enjoying his moans of pleasure. She teased him, allowing the feather to stroke his erection from root to tip until a steady stream of fluid was dripping from his tip. She fondled the tight knot of nerves at the base of the head, and the head flushed a deeper red, bordering on purple. She moved the feather up to the very tip of his cock and swirled it around slowly, making sure to tickle every bit of it.

“Jocelyn, loving. I am not going to last much longer.”

She smiled, a feeling of peace lingering deep in her soul. This was how she wanted him. She wanted his trust, his pleasure, and his love. “It is all right, my love,” she crooned, still stroking him with her feather. “Let me watch you.”

Her request seemed to finally tip him over the edge, and his body went rigid. Robbie’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his breathing literally stopped as his entire body shuddered with release. Rope after rope of seed shot from his cock, pooling on his lower stomach. She didn’t stop stroking him until he whimpered. “’Tis too sensitive now, loving,” he grunted.

She tossed her feather aside and lay down next to him, rubbing her hand over his chest in small, soothing circles until his breathing slowed. When he recovered, he eased her to her back and burned a trail up her inner thighs with his lips until he found her pussy, which was clenching from need. Without warning, he fastened his lips around her clit and sucked strongly. Flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, he growled into her flesh. The vibrations raced up her spine and she arched her back, trying desperately to get closer to him.

Sliding her hands into his hair, she pulled on the strands demandingly. Robbie answered that demand and slipped one finger into her pussy, wiggling it around until he found that spot deep within her that always gave her such pleasure.

He caught her clit between his teeth and just the right amount of pressure. She shattered and screamed her release to the sky.

Robbie wrapped them both in his kilt and was holding her against him possessively. She luxuriated in his touch, amazed she could love, and be loved, so completely. “I love you,” she said on a huge yawn.

He chuckled. “And I you, Jocelyn, even if you are the wild MacKenna sister. All you need is a firm hand to tame you.”

He grunted good-naturedly when she punched him in the ribs. “Tame me? Good luck, lad,” she said on a laugh.

“On second thought,” he said as he gathered her closer to his side and settled her head on his chest, “I think I like you just the way you are.”

She smiled and nuzzled her nose into his neck, draping her leg over his in an effort to get as close to him as possible. “I think I like you, too.” His chest shook a little as he laughed, but she barely felt it as her eyes started to drift closed. She felt his hand running up and down her spine and let herself float into sleep, content to hold him close. He was hers, and she would cherish him for the rest of her life.

But more importantly, she was his. And she was happy to be so.

THE END

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