by Reece Butler
“Do ye let the lass win?” asked Cormac, frowning. “Or are ye nay a good player?”
As her mouth was full she elbowed him in the ribs in reply. He made a big display of pain though he had so much muscle she could never harm him that way. James chuckled with the laird.
“The lady has a mind for chess,” said Munro. He stood and gestured for Alana to join him at the board set up by the window. “I am white, against Laird Fraser. What move would ye suggest?”
She checked out the board. “Move your knight here.”
He leaned closer, frowning. “Truly? ’Tis not a move I would make.”
“Which is one reason to do it. Laird Fraser won’t ken why you did it, or your plan.”
“And what is my plan?”
She pressed her lips closed while slowly shaking her head. “That, Laird Munro, is for you to decide.”
His eyes darted around the board. He slowly nodded. “Aye. Unusual and unexpected. I owe ye a debt.”
“That bath and this lovely gown mean far more to me than a move on a chessboard.”
“Mayhaps, yet a man is judged by each move he makes. Is that not correct?” The last comment was directed at Cormac and James.
“Aye,” replied James. “I wish to hold hands with the lady and move o’er a broom to make her my wife. Would ye have one about?”
Chapter Eleven
James led the way east from Tulloch Castle, Alana at his side. He’d seen her beauty when she was dressed as a lad with a dirty face. When she’d greeted Laird Munro with a broad smile, wearing a light blue dress that matched her eyes, dark red hair tumbling down her back, his knees had almost given out. His heart was still pumping far too hard. And his cock throbbed like the devil!
Soon.
Alana had pledged herself by jumping over Laird Munro’s broom, hand in hand with him. They’d left shortly after. For this morning she was his wife alone, and he would treasure it. As soon as they found a meadow surrounded by trees he would see all of her. He would stroke every inch of her body, learning her curves, knowing no one but Cormac would touch her the same way.
He would give her Lady Janet's traveling chess set as a wedding present if MacKenzie allowed them to use his priest. She would be sore after sharing them. Cormac would be her husband, but Alana would not be playing chess with him. It would be something only he would share with her.
The greens of early summer and wildflowers surrounded them with beauty. It was an easy ride over the rolling hills. Ben Wyvis, to the north and west, made it easy for them to orient themselves. He’d dreamed of Alana for so long, believing he could never have her. If this could happen to him, and to Cormac, what other impossible things may follow?
Alana wore her breeks under her gown. It was necessary to keep her tender inner thighs from being rubbed. He would have them off first. Then he’d run his hands up her legs and touch her wet, eager pussy. He rose in his stirrups to relieve the ache in his cock. She looked at him sideways with a silent question as to what he was doing.
“Thinking about what we’ll be doing has my cock harder than rock,” he said by way of explanation. She squirmed in the saddle, making him wish she rode him instead. “As soon as we can find a hidden place I’ll be seeing yer wee body, aye, and kissing every inch of it.”
“Ye’d best not think I’ll be holding the horses the while,” said Cormac from behind. “What do ye think of yon hill? Best if we play on Munro land.”
James had already spotted the thick stand of trees. He angled his horse to the right, anticipation flooding him at the thought of Alana accepting him into her body. It wasn’t the sex, though his body eagerly anticipated that. It was that Alana wanted, and trusted, him. They’d been friends once, and as of last night were lovers. It wasn’t enough. He wanted her to accept him in the very part of her that made Lady Alana Sinclair the entrancing, delightful, frustrating woman that she was.
As he’d hoped, the copse of trees ringed a meadow. It wasn’t large, perhaps twelve feet across, carpeted with wildflowers. The sun filled it with warmth, the trees cutting off wind as well as any watchers. He’d been warned about Alana’s fear of enclosure, so this was far better than a stone chamber. He dismounted, letting his reins drop, and reached for her. He lifted her trembling body down. She looked up at him with a smile that was both innocent and wicked.
“I am eager to experience more of you,” she murmured. Cormac came up behind her, circling her waist with his hands. She leaned her head back on his chest, tilting her head to speak to him. “And you as well.”
“I’ll care for the horses after a kiss,” said Cormac.
James released her, so his brother could turn her around. Cormac was big, loud, and to some seemed a beast. Not now. James had never seen him so gentle except with children, skittish horses, puppies, and kittens. She smiled up at him, eager. No matter what, once they left this meadow Alana would belong to them forever, as they would belong to her. Even if her father tore them apart, today was the start of their new life and he would treasure it.
He turned away, loosening cinches. When he turned back Alana’s eyes shined. She looked dazed, as did Cormac. He elbowed his brother in the gut, breaking him from his trance.
“The horses?” he asked, somewhat aggrieved.
It wasn’t jealousy he felt seeing Alana breathless and aroused from Cormac’s kisses. There was, however, sibling rivalry. Cormac had lain with her the previous night, and it sounded like he’d done so this morning as well. But James would be the one to introduce her to the delights of being naked with her men under the sun as she screamed her peak.
He sank to his knees and brought his hands up under her gown. A moment later he tossed her breeks aside. Her gown quickly followed, and then Alana stood in her stockings and boots. Proud and eager, yet blushing. Or was it the flush of arousal that made her skin so pink between her red curls and hairline? He stood, running his hands up her thighs to her waist, then to her ribs, avoiding the bruise. Her eyes were a darker blue now, shining eagerly.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen,” he whispered. His hands trembled as he drew her near. “And ye are mine.”
She tilted back her head. “Not yet. We’ve jumped the broom, but there’s more, aye?”
“So much more,” he murmured as he swooped in for a kiss.
Her lips were soft, wet, and eager. He slid his tongue along the crease and she opened. She moaned, melting into him. His hands slid over her back to grip her arse. He pressed her naked body tight against him.
“Love, I will nay last. I’ve got to be in ye.”
“Oh, yes!”
He knelt before her again, not in supplication, but in power. Cormac nodded, signaling he would keep her from falling. James lifted her thighs, spreading and opening them to his mouth. He groaned at her scent. He heard a low growl, then licked the dew clinging to her lips. She twitched, gasping. He ran his tongue between and around them, feasting on her arousal. She would come before he entered her, even if it killed him!
She was so wet, so aroused. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard. He flicked her clit with his tongue before circling it. She twitched under him.
“Oh James, please!”
He checked to ensure Cormac had her well supported before sliding his finger inside her. She clenched it as if it was his cock. He switched positions, putting his thumb inside her pussy and his wet finger at her anus. As he circled her clit with his tongue, he circled her anus with his finger. Her gasps and twitches proved she would soon come. Keeping one hand in place, he unhooked his belt with the other. He shrugged off his plaid and dove in for more, sucking on her lips while piercing her anus with his finger. Fluid gushed as she came, damn near making him explode as he licked her. He then stood, holding her thighs wide. He set his cock at her pussy, teasing her and tantalizing him.
“Do ye want me, lass? If ye say yes, I’m yers forever.”
“Yes!”
Thanks to Cormac she was no longer a virgin, but very close t
o it. His cock was big, so he entered her slowly, though it killed him to do so. Her wet, hot pussy quivered against him. Slowly, surely, he pressed forward. He reached bottom and rested for a second.
“Are ye well, lass?”
She clenched around him. “I want more!”
Slowly, he pulled out, then entered her again. She opened her eyes and glared at him. “Faster!”
“As the lady wishes.”
He grasped her hips and thrust deep, pulled out, then surged forward again. He saw nothing but her body, held securely by his brother. Her full breasts shook with every thrust. A deep pink flush rose from their joining as she came again, clamping around him. Free of the need to wait he roared, exploding in her.
“Mine!”
Again and again he pounded into her until there was nothing but a need to hold her there, joined to him, the two of them one. Cormac groaned over her shoulder.
“If I hadn’t come this morning having ye come apart in me arms would have done it,” said Cormac.
“That was nice,” she murmured with a contented smile.
“Nice?” James choked. “‘Twas a lot more than nice!”
“Mayhaps Cormac could try a turn?” added the little minx.
“Ye are insatiable, lass,” said Cormac. He removed his plaid, covering the flowers. “‘Tis good, as so are we.” He knelt on his plaid, beckoning to her. “Come to me.”
Chapter Twelve
A naked, outrageously arousing man knelt on his plaid in front of her. Sun glinted off a drop at the tip of his proudly rampant cock. Alana stared at it with a sudden desire to taste him. She licked her lips, wondering if she should.
“Yer eyes are on my cock as if ye hadna filled yer stomach an hour hence,” said Cormac.
“I find I am hungry for a taste of you.”
His raw growl shivered through her. “Ah, lass, do ye truly wish to put yer wee mouth on me?”
She’d been told a lady must avoid sun on her face to keep her complexion pale. Nothing had been said about it shining on her shoulders, breasts, buttocks, or belly. Her naked thighs were damp from two orgasms as well as James’s seed. Was she a hoyden for wanting more, and that from another man?
When she had thought of them at fifteen her main concern had been which man she would choose. She’d wanted James’s learned discourse as well as his prowess with chess. Yet Cormac’s size and determination were thrilling. Lady Janet had counseled her that no man could ever meet all of a woman’s needs, meaning conversation and friendship as well as the bedding. She’d said the same was true in reverse, yet men had far more opportunity to find other places and other people to have those needs met. The MacDougal brothers were much alike, yet were two sides of a coin. Marrying both would give her James’s intellect and Cormac’s strength.
This time it was she who knelt. Cormac lay back, hands clasped behind his head, eyes eagerly devouring her as his mouth had a moment ago. It was her turn to do the devouring. She grasped his cock, marveling at the silky surface over what felt like rock. He groaned as if in pain. She hesitated.
“Nay lass, ye feel so good ‘tis all I can do to lie here and not roll ye beneath me.”
“Must I tie your hands to help keep you from reaching?”
“Nay,” he replied. He hesitated, drawing his eyebrows together. “Do ye wish to?”
It was her turn to hesitate.
“Answer that another day,” said James.
Alana leaned forward, inhaling. The scent was not unpleasant. Holding him in her fist she tentatively licked his tip. Salty, with a bit of musk. Once more, he groaned. Now that she knew it meant he enjoyed it, she could relax and take her time. The red, swollen head was so large she’d need to open her mouth wide to engulf it. She shifted her hand and discovered his skin was loose enough her fingers moved easily over his cock. She experimented, moving her hands up and down, slowly and gently.
“Hold me harder,” said Cormac.
“Why, does it tickle?” She tightened her fingers for the next slow slide. He choked a gasp.
“Nay, but ‘tis better when ye have a firm grip.”
She kissed his tip. It felt soft, slippery from the fluid easing out. The texture was much like the inner sides of her lips. She continued the slow slide. He gasped something her ears didn’t catch.
James knelt behind her, his body over hers. One hand went to her breast, another between her legs. His finger slipped around her hip to her lips.
“Yes! Right there.”
“Here?” James touched it again with his finger. It was her turn to gasp.
“Stop teasing me or I’ll do the same to you the next time!”
His chuckle suggested he wouldn’t mind. She didn’t know enough about pleasuring yet to tease him, but she would in time.
“Yer teasing Cormac by touching him light and slow. I’ll do the same to ye.”
Warned, and wanting more for herself, she set to work. First she ran her finger up the big vein in Cormac’s cock to the base of his dark nest. His balls hung below in a wrinkly sac. She carefully tugged experimentally. His groan was long and drawn out, so it must not hurt.
James slid a pair of fingers around her lips and twisted them, rubbing them against each other. She inhaled a gasp.
“Brother, best ye let the lass do her job without ye playing,” warned Cormac. “I dinna wish to have her teeth clamp down on me if ye wiggle her clit.”
James took him at his word and backed away. She whimpered at the loss, though she was still tingling from the explosion provided by James.
Alana discovered she liked to tease. When she flicked her tongue underneath the tip in that little V-shape he swore and grabbed at the ground as if to hold himself down. He also reacted when she lightly scraped her teeth along his length while pulling back. She had to open her mouth wide to do so. While arousing him made her hot, her jaw soon got sore. She stayed on her knees and kept a firm grip on him while flicking her tongue over the outside. Back and forth, she danced it up the underside of his cock. When she looked up to check how he was, he looked as if he was in pain. She tugged gently on his balls.
“Aargh!”
She did it again, then pressed her knuckle behind and underneath his sac.
“No more!” Cormac struggled to sit up. Startled, she pulled her hands away. He rolled off the plaid. Before she could react he was kneeling behind her.
“On yer elbows!”
A hand on her upper back didn’t give her much choice. Warm sun hit her bottom, high in the air. She arched her back to present it to him. Her breasts rasped against the rough plaid. Large hands gripped her hips, splaying around to her belly. His thick, hot cock pressed into her eager pussy.
She was still swollen from her previous orgasm and aroused by teasing him with her tongue and fingers. His slow, even entry frustrated her. She wanted action! She tried to push back, to force his cock into her, but his controlling hands kept her still.
“I like to see ye this way,” he said. “Yer arse high, knees wide, ready to take me any way I wish.” He pulled almost out. She growled in frustration. He chuckled.
“’Tis my turn to tease.”
He released one hip, sliding his hand under her belly to her clit. He circled it, raising her frustration even more. His thick cock filled her again, far too slow and easy.
“Corm-a-a-ac!”
She begged and pleaded, but he just chuckled, though it sounded strained. She gripped him with her pussy, demanding more. He swore, grabbed her hips again, and surged deep and hard. Three hard, pounding strokes and she exploded. Her orgasm continued as he pounded into her.
“Mine!”
His bellowed roar of possession echoed in her ears. He slumped, his belly to her back, resting on his elbows. His chest pressed her down with each inhalation. She felt his heart pounding against her back, matching her own rhythm.
“Methinks Laird Munro will have heard that, and ken why,” said James wryly.
Cormac rolled them both to the side
, still connected. The buzzing in her ears was fading. She clenched him, discovering he was still semi-hard.
“‘Twill take me a while afore I can do that again,” he murmured in her ear. He kissed the back of her neck. “After the wedding.”
They lay in the sun until she could breathe again. James helped her climb to her feet, then down to the burn.
“I need a moment,” she informed him.
“Sure ye don’t want a hand washing?”
“I ken you, James MacDougal. You want to use more than your hands on me.”
“Aye, but I’ll wait.”
He winked and left her to herself. The water was chilly but refreshing. She took her time, letting the sun dry her off before strolling back through the trees. Cormac sat on his plaid, leaning on his hands with his back to her. She walked up, eyeing him as if he were candy. A series of faint white lines crisscrossed his back.
“You were whipped!”
Cormac glanced over his shoulder at her. He winced, dropped his eyes, and looked away.
“Aye. Forgot about that. ‘Twas long ago. Doesna matter.”
It wasn’t just a few lashes. This was brutal. He would’ve been in pain for a long time.
“Who did this?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“I dinna wish to tell ye,” he muttered.
She looked to James. He stared back blandly. She’d get nothing from him. She looked back at the lines. She’d seen the like before. A sense of dread caught her breath. Cormac and James had fostered with her father, for years. He enjoyed using the lash.
“Was it my father?” Cormac shrugged. She kicked his arse. “I asked you a question.”
“Aye, yer dear old da did it.”
“Why?”
He stayed silent. She knelt in front of him, forcing James to back up, and grabbed his chin.
“Why did my father flog you so badly?”
“Because he wished to.”
“What?”
He sighed. “Lass, ‘twas long ago.” He spoke so softly she had to strain to hear even at this distance. “I’ve forgotten what I was supposed to have done.”
