by Imani King
"You're not terrible company," I replied carefully, trying to make sure I didn't say anything silly, "Everyone is in a sad mood, and everyone knows why."
"I suppose Mrs. Clyde told you everything?"
I was caught off-guard by that comment and Darach knew it.
"It's alright, Jennifer. It's no big secret, and you are Cameron's nanny - you should know what's going on."
"Oh, OK, well..." I stalled, unsure of what to say to the Laird.
"I'm not sure staying here all night and drowning my sorrows is a very good idea. What would you say to a drive to gaze upon our impressive and world famous local landmark?"
I smiled at his obviously sarcastic emphasis on "world famous" and looked at him properly for the first time that night. It was hard for me to look at Darach, because looking at him meant I'd have to look away before I started visibly staring and drooling and I didn't quite trust myself to be able to pull it off.
"Sure," I said, giving a little shrug that I hoped conveyed nonchalance, "what is it?"
"It's a stone, Jennifer. Just a stone on a hill. Some say the fairies put it there but it was probably just the Picts. Of course I'll need your reassurance that you're not the type of lady who faints at such exciting things as carved stones."
I laughed out loud for the first time that evening at Darach's comment and it immediately softened the atmosphere between us.
So we climbed back into the Land Rover and drove down a series of dark, winding lanes for about ten minutes until we got to an open field with a small hill situated in the center of it.
"Do you think you can handle getting a little closer, Jennifer? Or is it all too much for you?"
"I don't know," I said, played along, "You might need to help me stand up if start to feel overcome."
We walked along a footpath giggling like children until we got to the top of the hill. It was too dark to really see anything so Darach reached down and took my hand, placing it on the stone's face so I could trace my fingers along the swirling carvings.
"How old is this?"
"It's probably about two thousand years old, give or take. It's called a 'Pictish stone' and it basically just means a stone carved by the Picts. It may not have been put here originally, some of them have been moved."
"Who are the Picts?" I asked, still following the patterns on the rough stone with my hand and suddenly more intrigued than I had expected to be.
"No one really knows. They're thought to have lived here around the Iron Age and they were either wiped out or assimilated sometime around the Viking Age, a thousand or so years ago."
I'd never heard of the Picts. It was nevertheless a strange and wonderful feeling to be standing in a field underneath a sky studded with clear, bright stars and running my fingers over symbols carved by someone who had been dead for two millennia. I looked up at Darach even though it was too dark to see him properly.
"Wow. This is...this is actually really cool. I want to come back during the day and take a photo."
"Absolutely - we can do it this week, Cameron loves it here."
The mention of Cameron made us both quiet for a moment. I remember the night air feeling cool but not cold. When the Laird put his hand on my back it was as if that had been the one thing I was waiting for. I leaned back into his touch, inhaling sharply.
"Jennifer." Darach whispered my name and brushed the hair off the back of my neck so he could lean down and kiss me and my fingers tightened on the stone's surface at the torturously slow kisses Darach trailed across my nape.
"I've wanted to do this to you ever since I lay eyes on you that first day, in the kitchen."
Mrs. Clyde's warnings about Darach's charm, my own memories of being hurt before and the simple known rules about fraternizing with your employers - none of it mattered as long as his hands were on me. He grasped my hips and pulled me back against him, holding his body tightly against mine so I was pushed up against the cool roughness of the stone. When I felt him - hard - against my back, it made me gasp at the quick, hot need that bloomed between my legs.
"Oh my God...Darach." I didn't mean to say it and I certainly didn't intend the helpless tone I could hear in my voice when I did, but there was no room inside me for embarrassment at that point. I turned around to face him and he bent his head down to mine, opening my mouth with his and pushing his tongue inside.
In one instant I suddenly knew what all the books and songs were talking about. I had kissed men before - I would even have said I enjoyed it - but Darach was different. The driving, insistent male hunger I could feel in him took away my will. I didn't choose to respond to him the way I did, he compelled it - he demanded it - and I found myself responding without conscious thought. It was almost as if I'd been waiting my whole life for someone to pull that reaction out of me.
I wasn't surprised at the aggression in Darach - I knew where it was coming from. I suppose any surprise I felt was at my own response. When he grasped one of my wrists and pinned my hand hard enough against the stone that it started to hurt I didn't want him to stop - in fact I wanted him to push harder, I wanted to take away as much of whatever stress and pain was driving him as I could.
"I'm sorry, am I hurting you?" he asked at one point, reaching down with his free hand and running it down my body before digging his fingers into my hip and pulling me against him.
"No, Darach, no you're not hurting me." It was a lie, but I didn't want him to stop. The fabric of my panties and my thin cotton pants were soaked through - I could feel the slickness between my legs every time I moved.
When he took the hem of my shirt in his hands I lifted my arms willingly and let him pull it off over my head. All I could hear was the sound of my blood rushing in my ears and my own short, halting breaths. He stood in front of me for a few seconds after taking my bra off, looking down at my breasts and adjusting himself in his pants.
"Jesus, Jennifer."
I opened my mouth to respond but any words that would have come out dissolved into a soft moan as Darach cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing and pushing and then simply lowering his head and running the tip of his tongue around one of my nipples. I felt it harden instantly. The feeling of cool air against wet, bare flesh was so acute I almost stumbled. I needed him inside me. The tickle between my legs was an ache now, and one I wasn't going to be able to ignore.
"Darach, I-" He sucked my other nipple into his mouth and I couldn't finish the sentence.
"What is it, Jennifer? Is something wrong?"
The Laird was speaking to me with my nipple in his mouth - I could hear the teasing smile in his voice as he pretended not to have any idea what he was doing to me.
Still unable to speak, I buried my hand in Darach's hair and arched my back, offering my breasts up to him and pulling him against me. He was fiddling with the button on my pants, pushing his hand down until it was almost where I wanted it and then going back to the button again.
"Darach, please."
He knew what I wanted. He kissed his way back up my neck to my mouth and paused, slipping his fingertips an inch or so into my jeans and then pulling them out again.
"I know what you want, Jennifer," he whispered in my ear, flicking his tongue over my earlobe and exhaling heavily as I tilted my hips forward against his body, "You want my fingers inside you, don't you? I don't know if I can do that out here in the open, what if someone sees us?"
He was still teasing, clearly enjoying my breathless neediness. He kept talking as he unbuttoned my jeans and started to unzip them:
"You're a naughty girl, Jennifer, aren't you? I can feel how much you want it. Are you all wet for me, little one?"
I felt him slip his hand into my panties and keep going, two fingers sliding down over my clit and between my lips until I was gasping and struggling, desperate to get my pants all the way off.
"Oh Jennifer, Jenny, oh God, baby."
Darach's control was starting to waver badly. He pushed two fingers into me, all the way in un
til my eyes closed and all I could do was whimper. "Is this for me, Jennifer? Is this mine?"
There was no time to answer the question - he knew the answer anyway. I just let my knees do what they'd been threatening to do - give in. I sank down onto the grass, yanking my pants and my panties off as Darach stood in front of me unbuckling his belt. I sat there watching him in the darkness, barely able to see and burning up as he undressed. When he finally knelt down between my legs all I needed to feel was his body against mine.
"I need this, Jenny. I need you."
Darach's voice was thick as he put a hand on one of my thighs and opened me up even wider. Every part of me - my body, my soul, everything - was tense with anticipation, completely primed for him. He lowered his head down and gave me a slow, deep kiss, nudging the head of his cock between my lips and holding it there for a few seconds before letting go and burying himself inside me. That first moment of penetration was sweet and perfect and I couldn't help the little high-pitched yelp of pleasure at the feeling of being opened up and filled completely.
"Mmm..." Darach's breath was heavy and quick as he started to thrust into me, pushing himself all the way in every single time until I was gasping and moaning and pushing my hips up against him in desperation.
At the time, no man had made me come before - at least not without heavy intervention from me - but with Darach it was automatic and I didn't need to do anything except be there underneath him, taking him. I could feel it building up in my sex, I knew it was going to happen.
"Darach, oh..."
He knew it was going to happen, too.
"You're going to come, aren't you Jennifer? That's it, baby. I want to feel it when you come, Jenny. I want to feel every little twitch of your sweet little pussy..."
"Yeah. Darach. Darach!"
It would have happened anyway, and it would have been fast, but Darach's words in my ear as he fucked me, the way his breath was starting to quicken, his pleasure was what did it. He slammed into me hard when he saw I was on the edge and held himself there until he felt the first little clench of my body around him.
"Darach...!" It was all I could get out before mindless bliss crashed over me, arching my body up off the damp grass and sending pulse after pulse of sweetness through my sex until I was shaking and beads of sweat stood out on my forehead.
"I fucking love the way you say my name." Darach growled into my ear and buried his face against my neck. I could feel the tension stiffening his body and his shoulders knotting underneath my hands. I knew he was close.
"Darach," I whispered in his ear, "Darach. I want you to come inside me. Please."
Darach used the full weight of his body to hold me down underneath him when he sank into me one last time and held himself there, all the way in, groaning into my neck as his hips jerked against me and he filled me with his cum.
"Mmmm. Jennifer." He kissed me before he pulled out, making sure he'd taken all the pleasure he could get from my body, and then lay down beside me on the grass as his warm essence ran down one of my thighs.
We didn't talk for a few minutes but it wasn't awkward. Eventually it was Darach who spoke first:
"You know we now have to find our clothes and get dressed in the pitch dark, don't you? And I bet we're both absolutely covered in grass."
I laughed. We'd have to be careful going back into Castle McLanald - or hope that the Clydes were in bed - because there probably wasn't going to be any explanation for the two of us looking like we'd just made love in a field - other than the truth, that is.
Chapter 10
The next few weeks were just about the happiest of my life. I'd assumed that the Laird would want to keep our relationship - or whatever it was at the time - under wraps, but it soon became obvious he didn't care who knew. In fact he seemed proud to show me off, making a point of asking Mrs. Clyde to have my things moved to his room at breakfast the next day in my presence. When he went to take care of some business and I was left alone with Mrs. Clyde she gave me a big smile along with my cup of tea.
"I hope you don't think I was meddling, Jenny, when I warned you about the Laird before. It's not the Laird it's his situation - it's Cameron's situation and all the stress of it."
I trusted Mrs. Clyde and I knew she hadn't meant to put any negative ideas in my head about Darach.
"I haven't seen him smiling like this for a long time - you're good for him, you are."
I consciously decided to give myself those few weeks. We both knew, Darach and I, that I was leaving at the end of the summer. For different reasons, both of us had been living lives where happiness had been a rare thing, so there was an unspoken agreement between us that we would allow ourselves the simple pleasure of each other's company without bringing up future departures (or current, divorce-stalling wives). Cameron seemed to pick up on our moods, too. Darach said she was more carefree than he'd ever seen her. Of course we were careful not to let her see us sharing a bed but she picked up on our body language anyway. When it finally warmed up enough to swim in the loch (and let me tell you, "warmed up enough" is, as I learned, a relative term) we headed out there the morning after Cameron flew back from London with a basket full of sandwiches and tea and she turned to us sharply at one point, eying me and her father in turn before asking us a direct question:
"Are you two in love?"
Darach chuckled and bent down to his daughter:
"Now why would you ask that question, you little imp?"
Cameron wasn't having any of her father's attempts to dodge the issue, though.
"It looks like you're in love. Are you in love with Miss Robinson, Daddy?"
He looked up at me, smiling and shrugging his shoulders in a 'what can I do?' gesture.
"I am very fond of Miss Robinson, Cameron, it's true. And I think she's a little fond of me, too. But I can't really tell you anything more than that. Besides, it's rude to ask personal questions and we're almost at the loch. Do you want to go down the waterfall?"
I watched Cameron's face as she decided it wasn't worth pushing the issue and re-focused her attention elsewhere, running off in the direction of the waterfall.
I tried, after much coaxing, to swim in the loch but it was way too cold. Cameron and Darach both laughed at me as I stood ankle-deep in the water and already out of breath at its frigid temperature.
"You swim in this?!" I asked, wondering if they were playing some kind of trick on me. But they did swim in it - both of them proceeded to dive in beside me, sending me screeching back to dry land and a warm towel. When they finally got too chilled to continue I wrapped Cameron in a towel and she fell asleep on the sand. Darach was only wearing a pair of shorts - a thin, soaking wet pair of shorts. He saw me looking and threw me a cocky grin which immediately transformed into a grimace of pleasure when I reached out and stroked him through the wet fabric, pulling my hand away before he could grab it and keep it there.
He was hard at once and seeing it - in full daylight this time - had more of an effect on me than I thought it would. He also didn't make any attempt to re-adjust his shorts when the tip of his cock pushed its way past the waistband. Darach didn't seem to be under any illusions as to the size of his endowment.
"It's a Scottish trait," he whispered, trying hard not to chuckle and wake Cameron up, "We're blessed."
I quietly got up and moved around so I was lying on Darach's other side and Cameron was no longer between us. She was fast asleep and I knew I probably should have been more responsible but Darach was hard and I was apparently developing a specific kind of syndrome that involved not being able to think about or pay attention to anything else when he was in that state. He caught my eye when I reached down into his shorts and wrapped my hand around him and I watched his expression go from amused to open-mouthed arousal in seconds at my touch.
"Jennifer..." he whispered, rocking his hips forward involuntarily, pushing himself further into my hand and closing his eyes as I stroked him slowly.
"Can you be
quiet?" I asked when his eyes started to glaze over and his breath got fast. He didn't answer and I slowed down until he regained enough composure to answer me.
"Yeah, Jenny. Don't stop."
I pushed my hand a little further down this time, running my fingertips over his balls and caressing them gently.
"Can you feel how full those are?" Darach asked, blue eyes sparkling with desire, "That's your fault, Jenny. You have to deal with that."
"Mmm...good." I leaned in close to him and let him slip his tongue between my lips and kiss me. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked up again, all the way to the tip, which was shiny with pre-cum.
"Jenny..." Darach's tone was heavy now and he pushed one of his hands down under my t-shirt and into my bikini top, pinching one of my nipples lightly and rolling it between his fingers. It was too much, I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep quiet. I stood up quickly, before he could stop me, and headed off into the trees behind the narrow strip of beach beside the loch. Darach followed me, grabbing my hand and putting it right back where he wanted it as soon as we were out of sight.
"I think," I whispered, leaning in and kissing his bare chest, "this might be my new favorite thing."
"Yeah?" he breathed, thrusting his hips forward and exhaling heavily as I sped up, "What's that?"
I smiled at him a little coyly and answered: "Making you come."
"Oh Jenny. You're going to make me come very soon, oh Christ..."
When he was right on the very edge I knelt down in front of him suddenly and opened my mouth, stroking him right over it.
"Fuck. Jennifer, oh fuck."
I caught his eye and shushed him, gesturing towards the beach. Then I brought the head of his cock down to my lips and kissed it, running the tip of my tongue over it while he watched, his breath strangled as he tried to keep quiet.
"I want you to come, Darach. I want you to come on my tongue, OK? Please?"
I didn't even finish the sentence before the first hot, salty spurt of cum hit my lips. I stayed where I was, completely transfixed by how sexy I felt on my knees in front of the Laird, eagerly opening my mouth for him, moving my hand away so he could finish himself off, just smiling up at him and enjoying every second as he ran the tip of his cock through the cum that was now all over my lips and running down my chin.
