Conall: The 93rd Highlanders, Book Two

by Samantha Kane

  Conall scooted closer to him, squeezing his balls, and Graeme pressed his cock hard into Conall, holding it there, forcing Conall to practically hold his breath. Conall whimpered and Graeme pulled back hard, leaving his mouth. The cold air of the tent did nothing to hold back his impending climax. “I’m going to come,” he growled. Conall immediately leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth again. It was all Graeme had needed to let go. With a hoarse, subdued cry he came, shooting into Conall’s mouth. Conall choked and coughed and then Graeme could feel him swallowing around him and he moaned at the exquisite pleasure. He pulled out just as he felt another wave hit and his come splashed against Conall’s mouth and into his beard. In the dim light, the white, wet smear glistened.

  He and Conall stared at one another, panting, stunned. Then Conall pulled back his own kilt and Graeme saw how hard he was, stiff and straight up, a drop of moisture on the tip. Conall tugged on his arm and Graeme dropped to his knees. “I won’t last long,” Conall said, his voice low and unsteady. “Take me in your mouth, Graeme. Please.”

  Graeme put his hands on Conall’s thighs, which were hairy and heavily muscled, just as his were. He loved that feeling, a man’s body under his hands. The contrast to the soft sweetness of a woman’s. He loved both of them, actually, embraced the differences and all the pleasure both gave him. He leaned over and slipped his mouth over Conall’s cock. Conall grunted softly and fell back on his hands behind him. Graeme looked up and he could see Conall watching him from the better vantage point. He pulled off and Conall looked devastated for a moment.

  “Suck or fuck?” Graeme asked with a grin. “I can suck you hard, or I can fuck you with my mouth. Which do you want?”

  “Both,” Conall said eagerly. “But when I come, I want you sucking. So I’ll give you a warning. It won’t take long. I’m fair close now.”

  Graeme did as Conall asked and at some point Conall raised one hand from the floor and began to run it through Graeme’s hair and caress his cheek softly. When Graeme sucked hard, Conall would cry out softly, and when he would fuck his mouth up and down Conall would meet his mouth with strokes of his hips, but never hard. Graeme knew he’d be rougher the more they did this, when he realized he didn’t have to be as careful of Graeme as he was of Avril. But for now, Graeme liked his softness, liked being able to enjoy him leisurely like this. Finally Conall gasped, “Now. I’m going to come now.” Graeme immediately took Conall to the back of his throat and swallowed around him. Conall pulled his hair tightly and then he came, and Graeme wished he hadn’t come yet so he could come with Conall, but that was for another time.

  When it was over and they both sat there spent on the floor, Conall grinned at him foolishly. “I didn’t know,” he said in wonder. “I didn’t know it could be like that with a man.” Graeme had no answer to that. Conall leaned forward and gently kissed Graeme’s lips, leaving some of his own come behind. Graeme licked it off and Conall groaned. “Come to bed,” he whispered in Graeme’s ear. “I could taste her on you. Come to bed and whisper in my ear what you did with Avril while you wrap my cock in your big fist, Munro.”

  Graeme heaved himself to his feet and held out his hand to Conall. “All right,” he said, anticipation already firing his blood again. It was madness not to end it right then, but Graeme didn’t care. He couldn’t, not when he had Conall like this at last. For just a moment he wondered if it was him or his new relationship with Avril that had finally brought Conall to his bed, but he pushed the thought aside, determined not to waste the night on questions he wasn’t sure he wanted the answers to.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Have you been with him?” Avril asked Graeme, pretending a calm she was far from feeling. They were in her tent and she was making him some tea. Last night she’d woken up and not been able to go back to sleep, imagining the two men together. It made her some sort of unnatural creature, she was sure, but the thought of them touching and kissing each other made her ache with lust. She wanted to hear about it. She wanted to know what her two men were doing together when they weren’t with her. Even though Conall had left her, she still thought of him as hers, especially knowing that Graeme shared their intimacies with him.

  “I saw him last night,” Graeme hedged, not looking at her.

  “You saw me last night too,” she said. “As a matter of fact you saw a great deal of me. Did you see as much of him?” If she had to she’d pull it out of him word by word.

  “Aye,” he said reluctantly, and Avril’s mouth went dry. As usual, he refused to say any more than was necessary. He was the most aggravating man.

  “I see,” she said. She finally turned and faced him, crossing her arms. “And did you put that fancy mouth of yours on what you could see of him, just like you did me?”

  “Aye,” he practically growled, crossing his arms too.

  She closed her eyes and sighed and counted to ten. Then she opened her eyes and asked, “And did you both like it?” She held up a hand. “And you better be answering with more than an ‘aye.’”

  “Aye, we did,” Graeme answered with a grin.

  Avril crossed the hut and grabbed him by the arms and tried to shake him. “Are you going to make me ask every little thing, or are you going to tell me what happened?”

  “Why do you want to know?” he asked, and she wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or genuinely didn’t know.

  “Because I like the idea of the two of you together,” she said slowly and clearly. “As much as you two like the idea of me with one of you. Or both of you.”

  Graeme got a queer sort of look on his face at her words. “Both of us?” he asked a little hoarsely.

  “You know what I mean,” she said impatiently. “You like hearing about me and Conall and he likes hearing about you and me. And know I want to hear about you and him.”

  “You know,” Graeme said, walking over and taking a seat on her cot, “most women would faint dead away at even the thought of their men fucking another man.”

  “So you fucked him?” she asked, her eyes big as she tried to imagine it.

  Graeme laughed. “Just look at you,” he said. “Hanging on every word, just like Conall.”

  “I’m going to strangle you if you don’t give me some details right now, Graeme Munro,” she threatened.

  “Fine,” he said, as if she were nagging him. She wasn’t fooled. He couldn’t wait to tell her now. “When I got to my tent he was waiting. Wanting to know if I fucked you. I said yes, there may have been some heated words about—well, never mind, nothing. I was just nervous.”

  “You?” she exclaimed. “Nervous? I can’t believe it.”

  “I can’t either,” he said. The look he gave her was serious. “Avril, you should know that Conall isn’t the first man I’ve been with like that. There’ve been others, and other women too. I’m no virgin like Conall.”

  “Well, Conall’s not a virgin either,” she said, exasperated. “I don’t care how many men or women you’ve been with, Graeme. You’re with me and Conall now.” She could tell that pleased him. “Now, go on.”

  “Well, he came over and wanted to know which hand I’d had on your sweet cunt—”

  “Did he say that?” she interrupted. “About me?”

  “Yes, he did,” Graeme said, the very picture of patience. “And so I showed him my right hand and he pulled off the glove and sucked the finger I’d had inside you.”

  “He didn’t,” she breathed out in wonder.

  “Aye, he did,” Graeme assured her. “Then he asked if my cock would taste like you too, and when I said yes, he fell to his knees, yanked up my kilt, and sucked my cock pretty as you please.”

  “Oh my God,” Avril said, breathless with excitement. “I did too! I mean suck you like that. And?”

  “And I thought about that, you doing it, while he was doing it, and it was like having you both doing it.” He shook his head. “I never had it so good.”

  “He’s better than me?” she asked
, not sure if she was upset or not. “It’s true I haven’t had a lot of practice.”

  “No, not better,” Graeme said, “just different. It was just having the experience with both of you that made it feel so much stronger, you understand? After all, he told me the only thing he knew of it was when you sucked his. So you did teach him all he knows.” He grinned at her.

  “That I did,” she agreed. “And then? Did you come?”

  “I had my cock in the man’s mouth,” Graeme said. “What do you think?”

  She laughed in delight. “And did he like that? When you came in his mouth?”

  “He did,” Graeme said nodding. “Very much. So much that as soon as I did he pulled me down on the floor with him, yanked up his own kilt and begged me to do the same to him. He was hard as a rock from sucking me.”

  Avril put her hands to her cheeks and felt them burning. It wasn’t embarrassment, but heat from the desire washing through her. “I’m sure he was,” she said. “Just as I was so aroused from doing it. You’ve got a mighty fine cock.”

  Graeme laughed again. “Thank you kindly.”

  “So did you?” she asked as she went to get his tea, wanting to hear more.

  “Of course I did,” Graeme said in surprise. “Conall’s got a mighty fine cock too.”

  “Aye, he does,” she said dreamily. “So straight and proud when he’s wanting you.”

  “Yes,” said Graeme with the same sort of longing in his voice. “And sweet too. Did you taste the sweetness in him?”

  “Oh, yes,” Avril said with a sigh. “I loved the taste of that man.”

  “I’m sorry,” Graeme said solemnly.

  Avril turned back with his steaming cup in hand. “Whatever for?” she asked.

  “For having him when you’re still wanting him.”

  Avril waved away his apologies. “We both know why I can’t have Conall, the stubborn fool. But don’t ever forget that I want you like that too. And I don’t mind the two of you together. Surely you can see that.” This time the heat in her cheeks was embarrassment.

  “Aye,” Graeme growled, “I can see that. Come closer and I’ll whisper in your ear same as I did him. I laid him down and told him everything I’d done to you and how much you liked it while I fucked his sweet cock with my hand.”

  Avril took the teacup from his hand and set it down on the table. Then she pushed Graeme down on his back on her cot and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She leaned down and whispered against his mouth, “Every detail. Don’t leave anything out.” He just laughed and reached for her skirt.

  “Munro.” The harsh whisper through his tent flap had Graeme sitting up next to Conall. He turned panicked eyes to Conall, who lay next to him naked as the day he was born. Silently Conall rolled off the cot to the floor behind it, hidden under the fall of the blanket off the cot. It was cold enough to freeze his balls off, but he lay there with his teeth chattering, not wanting to be found here like this.

  Graeme rose from his cot and grabbed his kilt, wrapping it around his waist. “What is it?” he asked in a harsh whisper.

  “Captain Hamish Fletcher sent me for you.” The speaker was unfamiliar, a thick burr in his voice. “He says to come to Mrs. Scott’s tent right away, and bring his brother. He said you’d know where to find him.”

  “Aye, I know where,” Graeme said, glancing over at Conall, who was peering over the bed, no longer afraid the man would come in. “Why? What’s happened?”

  “Some men tried to break into her hut,” the man said. “You better hurry. Fletcher can only hold them off for so long. I want no part of it,” he whispered harshly. “I’ve only come to get you as a favor I owed him.” They heard the sound of booted feet hurrying away.

  Conall wasted no time grabbing his kilt off the floor and wrapping it around himself. He searched in the dark for his jacket. The first one he grabbed was Graeme’s, and he threw it at him. “Hurry up,” he whispered harshly.

  Graeme threw his clothes on almost as fast as Conall. Neither man bothered with a full mess, just kilt and jacket, boots and weapons. They were out the door in minutes, racing across the cold ground.

  When they arrived they found Ham facing off with three men who looked the worse for wear. Ham looked like he’d taken a lick or two himself as well. “Now, lads,” he was saying, “this isn’t a good idea. Not only can I lick you all, but I can have you in the brig tomorrow as I outrank you all.”

  “It’s you officers keeping all the cunt for yourself that has us here,” snarled one of the men, wiping the blood from his lip. “Freezing our arses off in the trenches, starving us and waving your whores in our faces. It’s about time you shared the bounty with us.”

  “You’d better get your freezing arses out of here,” barked Graeme, “or we’ll be helping Captain Fletcher pound you into the cold ground, and there might not be enough left of you to throw in the brig after I’m done.”

  The three men spun around to see Graeme and Conall striding toward Ham to face off with them. “Damn you bloody officers to hell,” one of them said before he spit on the ground. “We’re good enough to take a bullet for you, but not good enough to fuck your whores, is that it?”

  “That’s it,” said Conall. “I’ll kill the next man that calls her a whore and I don’t care what the consequences are. If I kill you all, then they’ll believe whatever story we tell them.”

  All the men eyed Conall warily. “Fine,” the first one said with false bravado. “We’ll go. But you can’t watch her forever, can you? And who knows?” he said slyly with a leer. “She might welcome a real man between her thighs once you give her the opportunity.” He laughed with his friends as they wandered off into the dark.

  “Are you all right?” Conall asked Ham as he hurried over to the door of the hut where Ham now leaned against the wood. He grabbed Ham’s chin and turned his face to the side so he could inspect the damage. “Ach,” he said, “I’ve seen worse on you, that’s for sure. Put it there myself.”

  Ham knocked his hand away. “True enough. You didn’t hear me crying, did you?” He walked over and picked up his hat from where it must have gotten knocked off. After dusting it off on his leg he put it on. “Nice of you both to finally show up. Were you so far up each other’s asses that you couldn’t make it here faster?”

  Conall blushed and pursed his lips in anger, looking around to make sure no one heard. Graeme’s face looked carved in stone and completely unreadable. “No, we weren’t,” Conall said through gritted teeth. “It is the middle of the night. We had to get dressed.” He glanced at the door. “Is Avril inside?”

  “Yes,” he heard her answer through the door. “Are they gone?”

  “Yes,” Conall said, stepping up and speaking close to the door. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” she said and then sniffed, as though she was crying.

  “Aw, Avril, darling,” he said. “Open the door. Let me see you.”

  “Is Graeme with you?” she asked. Conall felt a sharp bite of jealousy, but he tamped it down. He’d brought it on himself, hadn’t he, by walking away and pushing Graeme on her? “Yes, he’s here. Do you want him instead?”

  There was a long pause and Conall glanced over at Graeme, who’d walked closer. He looked beyond him and saw Ham give him a little salute before he turned and walked off into the night.

  “I’d like to see you both,” she said through the door. “If that’s all right.”

  “Of course it is,” Conall quickly agreed. Despite the situation, excitement coursed through his veins. He hadn’t been this close to her in weeks. Slowly the door opened and he stepped inside, motioning Graeme in after him.

  Chapter Twelve

  No sooner had the door closed behind them than Avril threw herself in Conall’s arms. Graeme tried not to let it bother him too much. She hadn’t seen him alone in weeks. She clung to him tightly, not speaking and not looking at either man, her face buried in Conall’s jacket. On his part, Conall looked as thoug
h he’d found the Holy Grail. Why on earth weren’t these two together? What the hell were they doing with him when they should be in each other’s arms, not his?

  He started to walk past them, heading for the door, but Conall’s shot his hand out and gripped his arm tightly. He pulled Graeme closer, and though he offered token resistance he let Conall win the tug-of-war. In the end he was pressed against Conall’s side, facing a tear-stained Avril, who glanced up at him through wet lashes. She bit her lip and then reached out and pulled his arm around her.

  Conall kissed the top of her head and Graeme rested his forehead on Conall’s temple as he wrapped his other arm around Conall’s back. He could feel the heat from both of them, their backs moving with each deep, heavy breath.

  “We can’t do this here,” Conall said quietly, regret lacing his words. “Not here. Not now.” He tipped Avril’s face up and kissed her gently. Then he turned and surprised Graeme with a kiss. Avril sucked in a surprised gasp, and Graeme saw her knuckles turn white where she had a grip on Conall’s jacket. Conall tipped Avril’s head back farther, guiding her mouth to Graeme’s, and they kissed. But he was incapable of Conall’s tenderness. He kissed Avril with relief and passion, the thrill of being in both their arms making him foolish.

  Avril responded as she always did, with enthusiasm and a desire equal to his. Conall groaned next to them and it brought Graeme to his senses. He broke the kiss slowly and watched as Avril licked her lips, her eyes hooded with desire.

  “Now that’s what I want,” Conall growled. “I want to watch that. Are you going to let me watch, Avril?”

  “You said you couldn’t be with me anymore,” Avril said, her voice heavy with tears again. “How is that different?”

  “I was a bloody stupid fool,” Conall admitted with his usual forthright honesty. “I can’t stay away. And you weren’t any safer without me, were you? No offense,” he said quickly, looking over at Graeme.