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

by Reece Butler

  She pressed her fingers over her mouth to hold back a giggle. “And what did the great Lord of Kintail, Chief of all the MacKenzies do when a laddie poked him with a wooden sword?”

  “After whipping around and finding no enemy at shoulder level, he bent over, screwed up his face like a berserker, and bellowed ‘Tulach Ard!’ as if the entire clan was attacking.”

  “Did Father scare him away?”

  “Nay, though the rest of the lads ran,” replied Malcolm. It had startled him as well, though he’d heard the roar from other men at Castle Leod. The man he fought had looked away long enough for Malcolm to whack him with the side of the sword. “Seeing he’d just assaulted his liege lord the lad dropped to one knee, bowed his head and held up his battered wooden sword, hilt first.”

  “Smart.” Kiera nodded. “The lad’s had some training, is a quick thinker, and fast with a sword.”

  “MacKenzie said when he’s fourteen and a squire he is to be trained by the Chief of Clan MacKenzie, be it your father or your brother. But that didn’t stop wee Camden from getting tossed in the duck pond with the other lads to wash off.”

  “And speakin’ of gettin’ washed,” said Duff, “we have plans for ye.”

  “Aye?” Her voice cracked.

  “Oh, very much aye,” crooned Duff. “First we wash yer hair. Then ye climb in yon tub and we wash yer body.” He waggled his eyebrows, leaning close. “Very, very carefully. Every crack and crevice.” He slid his hand between her cheeks. “Every bump and curve.” He caressed her breast with his other hand. Kiera panted, her mouth partly open, wide eyes on Duff. “And then we rinse and dry, just as slowly.”

  “And then I wash you?”

  “After,” said Malcolm.

  “Aye, we’ll give ourselves a quick wash, and then we’ll show how much we missed ye.”

  Duff upended Kiera, making her shriek. He carried her the few steps to the tub and set her down. Whether it was from being upside down or arousal, from her forehead to her hips she was now pink.

  A few quick movements and Malcolm’s plaid dropped to the floor. Her eyes went to his thick, bobbing cock. Her hands made a clenching motion, and she licked her lips. He groaned.

  “God, Kiera, I’d forgotten how beautiful ye are.”

  * * * *

  Kiera sat with her back to the fire letting her hair dry. She’d been carefully washed, both men remarking on every little thing that had changed in her body while they’d been gone. Then they’d repeated it, slowly drying her from her nose to the tips of her toes. And between the toes, as well, which tickled. One of these days she would have them at her mercy and would do some tickling of her own! Malcolm and Duff had washed themselves quickly, but no less thoroughly. And now they were acting like her brothers.

  “Must you snap the drying cloth at each other like that?”

  A silent look passed between them. The cloths were tossed aside. With matching grins and eager eyes they came toward her.

  “At least with bruises I can easily tell you apart.”

  “Och, lassie, ye can always tell me from my brother,” said Duff. He stabbed himself in the chest with his thumb. “For I was the best man when ye spoke yer vows”—the thumb went sideways—”while he’s just yer husband.”

  Instead of waiting for a command, she took control. She dropped her head, looking seductively up at them through her eyelashes as she went to her knees. She took a cock in each hand before they could react. They shuffled nearer until both fists were near her mouth. She had large hands for a woman. Otherwise she’d not be able to close her fingers around them. Her father and brothers had always said she had a big mouth. Though they hadn’t mean it this way, she was glad of it.

  “Maybe there’s a way to tell you apart, other than bruises.” It was actually easy for her, especially as Duff was usually relaxed and Malcolm tense. Right now both were tense, breathing hard, their cocks throbbing in her fists. “I wonder,” she murmured as if to herself, “which one tastes best?”

  She caught a drop from the left cock on the tip of her tongue. Duff groaned as she savored the taste. She switched to the right and repeated it. Malcolm inhaled a hiss. Back to Duff again, she released her grip and bent to place a kiss above his balls at the base of his shaft. He made a choking sound. She smiled to herself as she used her tongue to swipe his hot cock all the way up his shaft to the tip. Duff pulled away before she could grasp him again.

  “Jesu, Kiera, if ye do that I willna last!”

  She sighed at him as if greatly disappointed. “If you’ll come that fast I guess you’re not the best man after all.”

  Malcolm’s laugh was cut short when she flicked her tongue over his balls before following the same route. They must have passed one of their silent messages as they each lifted one of her arms and carried her backward across the room.

  “Did you not like what I was doing?”

  “We liked it too well,” said Duff in a low growl. “We canna come three times.”

  “Three? Is that a promise?”

  Malcolm lowered his eyebrows at her. “She doubts us, brother.”

  “Then we’d best prove it.”

  They set her on her back in their new bed made of thick pallets. Duff grabbed a fist of hair with his left hand and a breast with his right. The slight edge of pain made her shiver. His eyes widened just before he attacked her mouth with kisses. While she loved him taking control it didn’t stop her from doing the same. She caught his hair with her fingers and held him tight, devouring him equally. As their tongues fought Duff squeezed her breast, holding her head back by her hair.

  They broke to breathe. His brilliant blue eyes caught her. The edges crinkled just before her knees were spread wide. He laughed at her surprise, having forgotten there was anyone else in the room. She barely noticed the warning puff of hot breath before Malcolm’s mouth came down on her pussy. Duff tugged her head back and nipped at her throat. A tongue flicked her clit, a mouth suckled, and her body exploded.

  Days later, or perhaps it was only minutes, she caught her breath. She chanced opening her eyes. A pair of identical men, each with a proud smirk, gazed down at her.

  “That was one,” said Duff. “Who should give ye number two?”

  They wanted her to have another orgasm now? “I’ve not been sleeping well. Mayhaps ’twould be best if I have a wee nap first.” She closed her eyes.

  “Best for who?” demanded Duff. “My cock can’t wait.”

  “Nay.”

  The order was sharp, said with the confidence that came from the expectation it would be immediately obeyed. It seemed Malcolm had learned to become laird while he was gone. But in their chamber, he was only her husband. Of course, there was that wee bit of nuisance that she had vowed to obey him.

  “Nay?” she asked innocently.

  “We canna wait. ’Twas a miracle we didn’t both come when ye screamed,” said Duff.

  “I dinna scream. Mayhaps I made a noise, but ’twasn’t a scream.”

  “Aye, ye did, wife,” said Malcolm. “My ears are ringing from it.”

  “Yer ears are ringing? Mine were right by her mouth.” Duff stuck a finger in his ear and shuddered.

  “If all you’ll be doing is complaining I will have that nap.” She shuffled in place, keeping her eyes shut.

  “I think not.”

  Malcolm’s tone made her shiver. She’d yet to learn his limits, as in how far she could push him in play before he got serious. A part of her was hoping he would get quite serious.

  “Shouldn’t you be easy with your wee wife, the one carrying your babe?”

  “I’ll let ye sleep as long as ye wish,” said Malcolm.

  She waited, but he said nothing more. She chanced opening her eyes. She was immediately caught in his own. He leaned close until their noses were mere inches apart.

  “After ye make each of us come.”

  There was no doubt it was in order. But they had left her on the morning of her wedding and rode away. Left
her to cope with horrid things. She knew they had no choice, but she would make her point. She looked at their matching cocks, making it obvious. Both jumped as she watched.

  “Oh, well,” she said, as if giving in to a young child begging for a sweet, “since you’re that needy.” She shook her head sadly at their cocks, sighing loudly. “It won’t take more than a minute or two.”

  “Och, nay,” said Duff. “We’ll not be having ye speak of us taking our own pleasure and not giving ye the same.”

  “I suppose those wasters hit you on the head a few too many times at Kinrowan.” She sighed again. “Did you not just say I screamed?”

  “That was the first. We said ye’d have three.” Malcolm frowned. “Did they leave ye the sweet oil?”

  Sweet oil? She caught her breath. They wished to breach her arse again? Would they fill her both front and back? She’d been embarrassed afterward at doing such a thing. It was so far from anything she’d experienced before. Perhaps that was why she was a bit hazy on the details. She did remember enjoying it. Her body, still recovering from her orgasm, twitched in need.

  She squirmed to get free. Two large hands, one between her breasts and one on her belly, easily held her down.

  “Does the thought of that fear ye?” Duff was serious for once.

  “Nay.” She shook her head, which, by the heat on her cheeks, must be flaming. “I hid the sweet oil with my spindles. You willna find it.”

  They immediately released her. Malcolm even rolled to his feet and helped her up. She realized why when he put his hand on her bottom and gave her a good feel before releasing her. She turned to make a comment over her shoulder and caught both of them staring.

  “Whisht, ye look like a pair of starving wolves who've spotted a weak hind.”

  “Sorry, lass, my tongue’s not as long as a wolf, but I have fingers to make up for it.”

  She stuck out her tongue in response to Duff’s quick reply. Though she was not used to walking naked at Castle Leod, she had done it with Duff at the sheiling. So even though she was conscious of them watching every jiggle she stomped across the room to her spinning supplies. Another quick glance showed not only were they staring, their mouths were hanging open.

  Snickering to herself at her power, she set her feet apart and bent from the waist rather than kneeling to open her pack. She peeked at them from between her knees. If they had wolf tongues they’d be hanging inches past their jaws. She clenched her pussy in response to the jolt of lust.

  “Jesu! Is she not the most beautiful woman ever?” croaked Duff.

  “Aye, all pink and wet and eager for our cocks.”

  She gripped again, making them both groan.

  “Did ye see how her arsehole tightened up, as well as her wee puss?”

  “Our wife will soon be doing that around my cock,” replied Malcolm.

  She found the oil but needed a moment to catch her breath.

  “Do ye need help?”

  Malcolm was moving before she could answer. She clutched the precious bottle as he swept her into his arms.

  “Why do you like carrying me around so much?”

  “Because ye’re mine.”

  It was the way he said it that hit her. It wasn’t with arrogance as if she were a possession. There was a reverence that suggested he’d never expected to say such a thing. His legs were so long it took him only three steps to return her to the pallet. Duff had shifted to the middle and lay on his back. He held up his arms for her.

  “Will ye ride me, sweetling?”

  She looked at his cock, standing like a mast from his groin. “Do you think you can last if I do?”

  He grimaced. “I’m a man of my word, though it may kill me.”

  “But you’ll die happy.”

  “That I would, but I’d rather live to do this with ye for a hundred years.”

  Malcolm tool the oil. Duff put his hands on her hips to guide her down. She used her knees to control her descent. She’d not had a cock in her for ten days. Not only did she wish to savor it, he stretched her most deliciously. Already primed from her first orgasm, he slid easily inside. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of fullness as, inch by slow inch, she took him into her body. When she reached bottom she opened her eyes. Duff looked as if in pain. He seemed to be muttering something. Malcolm touched her bottom, pressing her forward to lie on Duff’s chest. Her nipples had barely brushed his chest hair when an oiled finger entered her bottom. She groaned as Malcolm breached her.

  She’d missed this, missed them.

  “How is it,” murmured Malcolm, ever careful.

  “Mmmm,” she replied.

  I’ll take that as an aye.”

  Kiera lay on Duff’s chest, rising and falling with his breathing as Malcolm prepared her for his cock.

  “Oh Lord,” muttered Duff. “I canna remember the name of the second cook.”

  Startled, she lifted her head to look at him. “Why would you think of that now?”

  “I am naming each person at Kinrowan to take my mind off the woman driving me wild just by lying on me. And if ye wiggle much more I’ll break my promise and ’twill be on yer head.”

  “Nay, brother, ’twill be in her sweet puss.”

  She lay back down, trying to be still. Her men took their promises seriously. It made them good leaders, good husbands, and they’d no doubt be good fathers. She squeaked when Malcolm added another finger.

  “Are ye ready lass?”

  “To come? Nay. I’ve had to lie still.”

  “If ye sit up Duff can play with ye a bit.”

  Duff helped her to sit perched on his belly. She gazed down at him.

  “Have I told you how handsome you are?” One hand grasped her breast while the other went for her clit. She inhaled a gasp.

  “I canna remember,” he replied. “Best ye do it again. What do ye like best of me?”

  “Right now I like that you are a man of your word.” A finger wiggled on her clit. Her arousal jolted a hundredfold. “Oh! I like that!”

  Duff did it again, pressing his finger above her clit and rubbing it rapidly back and forth over the ridge of nerves. She rose up to give him access. She heard a chuckle and a quiet thank ye from behind, and then Malcolm’s cock pressed against her. She was far enough forward that Duff was almost out. Not that it made much difference as both their cocks were large. Malcolm entered her an inch, and then stopped. She waited.

  “Why aren’t you moving?” she demanded.

  “I dinna wish to give ye pain.”

  In response she relaxed her sphincter even more, pressing out as she backed onto his cock. She smiled to herself at the strangled gasp that came out of his mouth. Duff kept working her clit and her nipple, keeping her on the edge. A groan, and Malcolm pressed forward, filling her until his balls hit.

  “Make it work for ye, Kiera,” whispered Malcolm.

  Knowing they’d fight not to come before she did, she worked on taking her own pleasure. Unlike the last orgasm, this one built up slowly. Every murmur of their sweet words, every caress and pinch, added to it. It was there, just out of reach.

  “Kiera,” said Malcolm in his deep laird voice. “Come for me, my sweet.”

  Duff did something to her clit and lightning flashed through her. She straddled him, unable to breathe, unable to move. And then it hit, making her previous orgasm feel like nothing.

  Malcolm held her hips steady as he entered her from behind. Duff did the same, thrusting from underneath. Both of them filled her, one after the other. Hands and cocks and words swirled around as her men pounded into her.

  She distantly heard a bellow, a scream, and a roar.

  Chapter Five

  Lairds do not show their anger, or anything else, without a purpose.

  Malcolm repeated MacKenzie’s words as he entered the bailey beside Colin, Duff trailing behind. They’d left Kiera sleeping on three pallets. Only when she closed her eyes and relaxed did he see the dark circles of exhaustion under her
eyes. Exhaustion and remorse, blaming herself for what had been done to her.

  Treating his wife badly was an insult, but he was virtually a stranger here. Yet Kiera was not just his wife, she had acted as Lady MacKenzie between her mother dying and her father marrying Silean Chisholm. This severity of insult to Kiera, and therefore her father, in the home she’d cared for, could have gotten a man flayed.

  “I would like to be a spider in the corner when Laird MacKenzie discovers what has been done in his absence,” said Duff.

  “I had no idea of this,” said Colin again. “Kiera tried to speak to me once but we were interrupted and I didn’t see her again.”

  “What about Silean?”

  “She hasn’t left her chamber as the babe made her belly erupt at all hours. As she had kin visiting I left her alone. I had a few wee things on my brain what with taking over for my father,” he added with a touch of sarcasm.

  “What will ye do now?” asked Malcolm

  Colin’s scowl eased. “I shall help you escort my dear sister to Kinrowan.”

  “As Laird MacKenzie’s spy?” asked Duff quietly. His eyes shot daggers.

  “My lord and laird will think I spy on Ross of Balnagowan.” Colin rubbed the silver pin at his shoulder with his cuff. “Like an adder he lies by a rock, so still you dinna see him afore he strikes.”

  “An adder bite rarely kills,” said Duff.

  “That’s where he differs.” Colin turned his eye to Malcolm. “Kiera is the youngest of us. She is smarter than most of my brothers and fought to be their equal. She kens she is a lass and must obey her laird, but it vexes her.”

  “We’ve seen that a time or two,” said Malcolm drily.

  “I’ve never seen her happier than in the two days you’ve been back. Have you been speaking with her of Kinrowan during all that time you spend in her chamber?”

  Malcolm trusted Colin. He’d been good to them, and to Cormac and James. It would do no harm to speak of his pride in Kiera. “I asked her what she might do there if she could. She spoke not of helping herself but of training widows and wives at home with bairns to weave so they could gain a few coins.”