Highland Revenge

by Brandy Golden

  Gallagher was very surprised when Eileen walked to the side of the bed and began to take her clothes off. Women usually liked to spend some time putting on lovely gowns and brushing their hair, getting ready to greet their lover. He sucked in his breath, as she stood there naked, her exquisite skin glowing in the soft candlelight. She was trembling visibly as she stood there as if awaiting his inspection, and he was puzzled. Not that he didn't enjoy the view; he admired her high full breasts with the rosy pink peaks. Oh yes, they were delightful! Her beautiful hair hung around her shoulders, a strand of curl tickling one nipple. Her narrow waist flared out to small but shapely hips that curved down into long slender thighs and narrow tapered ankles. Gallagher loved small ankles and feet on a woman, among other things, of course.

  "Are ... are ye going to close the drapes and tap down the candles?” She asked nervously.

  "What for?” Gallagher approached her cautiously, not wanting her to shrink away.

  "Is ... isn't that how its done?” She lifted her chin bravely, looking like a sacrifice, ready to lie on the altar of love for his sake.

  "Not with me, Leenie,” he replied softly. “I have no intention of dousing the candles. I want to see ye.” He reached out and gently touched a rosy peak. “Ye are beautiful,” he said huskily. He grimaced when she flinched back from his touch, and then sighed.

  "I ... I'm sorry,” she apologized quickly, trying to stand still.

  "There's no need to apologize.” He decided on a different approach and began taking his own clothes off. He watched her, studying her reactions as each piece of his clothing came off until at last, he stood naked before her. Apparently, she had no idea what the sight of her pink tongue slipping out to wet her lips did to him, but his lower extremity was certainly showing her! “You can touch me, if ye like,” he said throatily, thinking perhaps she might feel less trapped if she initiated things.

  Eileen reached a timid hand out and stroked down his broad chest, the skin warm and firm to the touch beneath her fingertips. She moved in a bit closer and stroked the fine dark hair that peppered his brown skin. She glanced down to where the sun browned skin ended, and the pale skin began ... where his large shaft was full and hard. Blushing, she looked back up into his warm smoky gaze, her heart beating fast.

  Gallagher began to caress her back and shoulders gently, his hands sliding over the smooth porcelain and finally down her hips to caress her buttocks as he gently eased her towards him. When his wandering fingers moved to the apex between her thighs, she froze in place. He could feel her retreat, and he groaned silently, but moved away and waited for her to relax again.

  Eileen was trying hard to stay relaxed, but she dreaded the moment when the cream would come, and then the invasion of her feminine sheath. She closed her eyes and tried to remember that it had been Jamie, and he hadn't wanted to hurt her—just to do what had been necessary. She scrunched her lids tightly closed.

  "What are ye thinking?"

  The question caught her off guard, and her eyes popped open. “I ... I was thinking of Jamie..."

  She was shocked when Gallagher pulled away and sat on the side of the bed, his head dropping into his hands.

  "Did I do something wrong?” She asked tentatively.

  Gallagher looked up. “A man doesn't like to think that his woman has another man on her mind when he's trying to make love to her,” he answered dryly.

  Eileen folded her hands together and stood there, feeling uncomfortable. “I ... I was only trying to remember that he didn't hurt me on purpose,” she answered painfully. “I'm sorry if I disappoint ye."

  Suddenly, Gallagher had an idea. “Come here,” he said, and patted his knees. “Lay yourself over my lap.” He smiled when she didn't seem to have a problem with that, and he adjusted her to his liking as she obediently lay down.

  "Are ye going to punish me for thinking of Jamie?” She asked breathlessly.

  He hadn't been, but it seemed like a good idea, so he embraced it. “Not much,” he chuckled, “but a little. After all, I want ye to be thinking about me.” He raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp splat on one cheek.

  "Oh!” Exclaimed Eileen. She yelped again when he landed another slap on the other side. “That hurt!"

  "Aye, it's supposed to,” he replied, chuckling again. But his words belied their sternness as he began caressing the handprints he had laid out on the pale skin.

  "Let this be a lesson to ye, wee one,” he said as he spanked he three more times, each one hard and measured. “Ye should only think of me.” He landed a lighter volley of smacks, turning her fair skin rosy. He was delighted when her legs fell open this time as he caressed her, and he led his caresses into that warm soft center, feeling her relax.

  "Ohhh ... mmmm,” Eileen moaned, unable to help her reaction. Thoughts of Jamie and those dark nights faded from her mind as she enjoyed the caressing and the touching of Gallagher's hand and fingers. Her body began to tighten like before, and she found herself trembling, desiring the release, and she pushed back against Gallagher's fingers, silently begging.

  "Just a bit different this time, my love,” whispered Gallagher as he shifted her to the bed and eased out from under her.

  "What are you doing?” Eileen asked as she found herself face down on the bed. She jumped when he smacked her buttocks with another volley of swats. “Ohhh!"

  "Putting ye in a better position to enjoy your pleasure, he answered, caressing her warm bottom as he lifted her hips and spread her knees apart on the bed. Once again Eileen relaxed in spite of the incongruous position and closed her eyes, giving herself up to her own pleasure.

  "Naughty lass,” crooned Gallagher, “ye are loving this, aren't ye?” His fingers slid slowly inside her womanly sheath, delighting in the tightness and warmth. Then his hand slid around the front of her thigh, finding that fleshy nub and rubbing it softly, rhythmically.

  Eileen was lost in sensation as her body took control, and she begged for release. “Oh, please, Gallagher ... please..."

  "I'm coming, my sweet,” he replied and quickly slid his throbbing shaft home with a gentle push. He felt her stiffen, but he crooned softly, his fingers continuing their magic. “That's it, ye are doing fine, let me make ye happy, Leenie."

  Eileen was stunned! The feeling of Gallagher suddenly deep inside her, filling her, took over and she couldn't stop the pleasure from the union, nor did she want too. She shook violently when he began to move inside her. The movements of his fingers were driving her to distraction. Her body took over, and she began arching back to meet him, her eyes closing as wave after wave of desire crashed in on her, building, tightening until at last, her body had mercy on her. She cried out with joy and shook with the force of her release.

  Gallagher held back until he felt her body tighten, and then he allowed himself to find release with her. They both collapsed, panting and exhausted on the bed. He rolled to the side and gathered her in his arms, immensely satisfied that he had found a way to pleasure them both. “Ye were wonderful, wee one,” he whispered in her ear.

  "So were ye,” she whispered back shyly. “I didn't know ye could do it like that."

  "There's a lot ye don't know, but it will my pleasure to teach ye,” he replied with a satisfied smile.

  She blushed at the wicked grin on his face.

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  Chapter Ten

  Morg watched Kat, enjoying the sight of her brushing her long, red-gold tresses in the candlelight.

  "That Soren is a handful, isn't he?” He grinned at her, knowing Kat had been unusually busy all day keeping an eye on the lad.

  "Oui, mon cherie” she agreed, “but I have enjoyed having him here. I shall hate to return him to Eileen, but I know she must be missing him by now. It's been two weeks, and our time is up."

  Morg was lying back on the bed in all his naked splendor, his hands tucked behind his head. “It seems strange that ye have not conceived, Kat. I would have thought you would by th
is time.” He sat up, concern etching his brow. “Do ye suppose we won't be able to have children?"

  Kat started guiltily, and then laid the brush down on the oaken dresser. “No ... no I don't think that. It probably won't be much longer, I imagine."

  Morg got up and padded quietly over to her on bare feet. He pulled her up from the padded bench she was sitting on and turned her towards him. “Ye do want children, don't ye, Kat?” His green gaze searched her face.

  Her matching green gaze looked up at him. “Of course, I do! More than anything! But the time wasn't right in Pirate's Cove. Maybe now that we are here, it might happen."

  "Babies don't generally wait until the time is right, they come when they are ready.” He looked suspiciously at her. “Unless ... ye haven't been talking to Alyssa, have you?” He knew the woman in Pirate's Cove was a witchy woman and had all sorts of potions and powders for all sorts of ailments.

  Kat lifted her chin uneasily. She hated lying to Morg—hated the consequences even more when he found out, which he always seemed to do. “Okay, oui! I did talk to Alyssa, and she gave me a powder that mixes with water. It helps to prevent unwanted childbirths."

  "Without talking to me about it? It's my choice too, Kat,” he growled.

  Kat shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. “Morg, why didn't you take Eileen with you when you left here?"

  "Because the life I would be leading was no place for a child, especially a girl. Ye know that!"

  "Exactly!” Announced Kat triumphantly. “And Pirates Cove is no place for a child either. It seemed a simple choice at the time."

  "Ye should have told me! We are in this marriage together."

  "We are now; we weren't back then, if you recall."

  "Aye, I do remember.” They had more or less been forced to marry after Kat's mother had recovered her memory and insisted they abide by protocol. “But that's in the past. Ye knew I was in love with ye long before we left Pirates Cove; ye should have told me."

  Kat flushed, and then reached a small palm up to caress his face. “I'm sorry, mon cherie, perhaps I should have."

  "Bring me the powder."

  Kat sighed and turned to her dresser. Opening a drawer, she took out a small cloth bag and handed it to him.

  "Is this all of it?"

  Her eyes shooting daggers at him, Kat turned around and took out the other bag and handed it to him.

  Knowing his little spitfire, he asked again, “Now is this all of it?"

  "Oui, that is all of it.” She turned around and flounced to the bed. Sitting down, she drew her knees up under her nightgown and hugged them, her small toes peeping out from beneath the hem.

  Morg walked over and stood in front of her, fists planted on his hips as he gazed down into her face. “Stand up."

  Kat looked up mulishly, although her insides took a nosedive. She shivered suddenly at the look on his face. She hated it when he ordered her about, and she recognized that look. It usually preceded a trip over his lap. Instead of obeying, she reached out and grasped his already throbbing shaft in her small hand. “I'd rather lay down,” she murmured throatily, caressing him.

  "Aye, I intend to let you ... right over my lap.” He reached down and scooped her up, his large hands beneath her small bottom, and then turned and sat on the bed.

  Kat grabbed him around his neck with an ‘oh’ of surprise and ‘oomphed’ as his arm slid under her stomach, neatly flipping her around to lie over his knees. She hated the fact that he could mover her around easily at will! She began to squirm and kick. “Let me up, Morg! I've done nothing wrong!"

  "Did I say you had?” Morg asked mildly, caressing the mounds sticking up in the silky fabric. He held her down easily with one heavy arm across her waist, his hand gripping her hip.

  "Well—no,” Kat admitted. She stopped kicking and glanced back at him. He had a wicked glint in his eye that she didn't trust! Kat knew her sneaky pirate! She could feel his hard shaft through the thin material of her gown, and she hoped he was just toying with her. Desire was already settling over her like dew on a rose, soaking her just as effectively. She moaned as his palm slid slowly back and forth, warming the fabric and the bare skin of her buttocks below it.

  "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

  The sharpness of the blows caught her by surprise, and she couldn't help but squeal. “I thought you weren't mad at me,” she complained as his hand returned to caressing.

  "I'm not mad at ye,” he chuckled, but I do want ye to know I'm disappointed in your lack of faith in me."

  "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

  "Ohhh ... Morg! Okay, I'm sorry, I should have told you.” Morgan McAlester didn't need an implement to get his point across when he chose to. His massive palm was hardened from wielding heavy weapons, and hard work, and he had the muscle power to back it up! Kat's poor cheeks were already throbbing, and her heart sank when he lifted her gown to expose the reddened nates. She braced herself for the blows to come, but was surprised to feel him softly caressing once again.

  "No, not should have—could have,” he conceded, his fingers dipping between her creamy thighs. No matter how much his little Kat protested, his spanking her never failed to get her excited and ready for his lovemaking. He watched her beautiful eyes as she looked quizzically back at him. He could see the pupils dilating in the candlelight and the lids getting heavy as he slipped his finger into the moist curls to find that pleasure center. “Ye didn't trust me."

  Kat realized suddenly that the big lug's feelings were hurt. A woman never really realizes the power they have over a man twice their size until these small intimate moments occur. “It wasn't you, mon cherie,” she assured him huskily. “I trusted you with my very life—more than once. It was the situation at hand. But I'm truly sorry if I have hurt you, I never meant to.” She struggled to get up and he let her, his hands clinging to her curves as she straddled him and lifted her arms to take off her gown.

  "Let me make it up to you,” she whispered as she hugged him fiercely, delighting in the feel of him between her lush, naked, breasts.

  "Ye are going to have to work hard,” he replied hoarsely as he allowed her to push him back on the bed.

  Kat grinned impishly at him. “I think I can handle it."

  "I think ye can to,” he gasped as her hips centered themselves over his hard member and began to glide slowly, agonizingly down it. He groaned from the sheer pleasure of her tightness, his hips beginning to move involuntarily.

  It was only a short while later, that Morg began caressing Kat's perky bottom cheeks once again, his desire returning quickly.

  "Again?” Kat asked sleepily, yawning widely. She had been fully satiated and was ready for sleep. Her green eyes blinked languorously up at him as he moved over her. It was a mock question, for she could feel desire returning too. Her fingers trailed up the smooth hard muscles of his arms planted on either side of her and tiptoed around his neck as he settled himself between her milky thighs.

  "We have a baby to make,” he whispered, his tongue flicking a rosy nipple. “Got to make up for lost time.” His shaft found the entrance to her woman's sheath.

  "Oh ... yes!” Exclaimed Kat as he drove home in one hard thrust.

  Morg chuckled. “I knew you'd see it my way."

  Gallagher was in heaven. Eileen was caught up in the delights of the flesh as they explored different settings and different positions, none of them having anything to do with the way it had happened before. Eileen only had nightmares a few times and each time, Gallagher was there to comfort her. Her trust grew in leaps and bounds.

  They finally visited Jamie's mother, who still lived on the estate in a small cottage, and told her the truth.

  Ester McCann was not as surprised by the news as they thought she would be. “I have often wondered,” she said in her gentle voice. “Many times, Soren has reminded me of Jamie when he was a small lad, but I didn't say anything."

  She served them some tea and biscuits as she continued. �
��I knew something was wrong during those dark days, when ye were incarcerated. But Jamie did not confide in me. In all ways, he was a loyal son, but I could tell he was troubled. He couldn't sleep quite often, and he would roam the estate, sometimes not coming in until dawn.” She looked sadly at them, her huge blue eyes, so like Jamie's, held pain and hurt in their depths.

  She smoothed back a strand of dark hair that had come loose from its snood and her ringed fingers trembled slightly.

  She continued. “I know Donald was a wicked, driven man, but I didn't know he went to these lengths for revenge on ye, Gallagher. I'm glad Jamie did the right thing in the end, even if it meant his life. I would not like to think my son died dishonorably.” She gazed earnestly at Gallagher, silently pleading.

  "Don't worry, Lady McCann,” replied Eileen impulsively. “Only a few of us know the truth behind Soren's conception, and it shall remain with us."

  "I know it is a sacrifice of your honor,” Ester replied, her lip trembling. “I don't wish for ye to appear unfaithful to Donald."

  "Loose lips will talk, it is the way of life. I care naught for what they have to speculate upon. All that I hold dear, and those who love me, know the truth. That's all that matters.” Eileen smiled and laid her hand over Ester's.

  Tears filled Esters eyes. “Ye are a good lass. Thank ye."

  They both knew it wasn't Jamie's reputation that would suffer when it was known he was Soren's father, but Eileen's. It was a cruel standard, but it was the way of life. Many men had trysts with married women, and they were not looked down upon for it. If anything, they were given hearty slaps on the back among their comrades.

  Gallagher lifted Eileen's hand to his lips and gently kissed the palm. “Ye are a generous lass, wee one."

  "No more than ye,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “After all, ye have married a fallen woman. Most men try to be more selective."