“And your brother?” Craig asked.
“Gory was three and ten when I was born,” Peigi answered.
“Your mither was a second marriage?” Craig asked.
“Nay,” Peigi answered, “My Da and Mither were never married. Mither was his leman, for a long time.”
“But your Da claimed you?” Craig asked.
“Only in private,” Peigi explained, “even though everyone in the castle and village knew about me and my mither.”
“Whoreson,” Craig hissed. “How could he treat you that way?”
“He wasn’t cruel, and he provided for Mither and me,” Peigi explained. “His wife hated us, and she taught Doxy to hate us too.”
“What about your brother?” Craig asked.
“Gory has always loved me,” Peigi told him, and Craig’s respect for the man he didn’t know rose. “He visited me often, even after my Mither died.”
“Hmm,” Craig said, staring at her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Peigi asked.
“Because all I want to do right now is kiss you,” Craig answered.
“You do?” Peigi asked, wanting him to kiss her. “Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful and kind, and you saved my life,” Craig answered. “Can I kiss you, Peigi?”
“Aye,” she whispered and then leaned towards him.
Craig gently cupped the back of her head as he leaned towards her. He kissed her gently. The way she kissed gave away her inexperience. He didn’t want to scare her. Once she started kissing him back he let his tongue touch the seam of her lips. She parted them and let his tongue enter her mouth. He kissed her for a long time until he felt his cock begin to rise. Finally, he released her head and leaned back against the pillows.
“Did I do it right?” Peigi asked, confirming her innocence.
“Aye, lass,” Craig said. “You did it perfectly.”
“I should get up,” Peigi told him. “You need your rest to heal.”
“There’s plenty of room for us both in the bed,” Craig said, taking hold of her hand and using his thumb to stroke her wrist. “There’s no need for you to sleep on the floor. Stay, lass, no one needs to ever know.”
“Aye,” Peigi said, her heart beating fast, “I’ll stay.”
As the sunset and the inside of the lodge darkened they laid together, holding hands, both falling into a contented sleep.
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Peigi woke feeling warm and safe, even though an unknown weight lay across her chest. It took her a minute to realize it was Craig’s arm. She’d moved closer to him in her sleep, and her back now laid flush against his front. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, finding Craig still sleeping. Mungo heard her stir and walked over to the bed, putting his paws up on the mattress and licking her cheek.
“I bet you need to go out, don’t you ?” Peigi said to him, already regretting the need to get up. Mungo barked, making Craig jump and wake.
“What’s wrong?” Craig asked.
“Mungo needs to go out,” Peigi said, once again her cheeks turned pink. She didn’t comment about the way they were laying and neither did Craig. He did tighten his arm and pulled her closer.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Craig admitted.
“I don’t want you to either,” Peigi whispered, looking over her shoulder at him once more.
Craig’s lips came down on hers gently, and when Peigi didn’t protest he again used his tongue to part her lips. She began to breathe heavy, and he knew it was time to stop.
“Will you sleep with me again tonight?” Craig asked. When Peigi looked unsure he added, “we don’t need to do anything more than sleep. I won’t even kiss you again if that’s what you want.”
“I like it when you kiss me,” Peigi added softly.
“I do too, lass,” Craig said, cupping her cheek with his palm. Mungo let out another loud bark, making them both jump and laugh. “I think Mungo is jealous.”
“Aye,” Peigi said, giggling and rolling over to get out of the bed.
She let Mungo out, and by the time the wolfhound returned Craig had followed her into the main room. He was walking a bit better but still seemed unsteady. She brought two pillows and placed them on one of the chairs. Craig lowered himself carefully onto them. It hurt, but it was manageable. Craig wasn’t going to complain, it felt good not to be lying down.
Peigi grabbed her bow and quiver of arrows. She placed them on her shoulder. It was time for her to find a couple of rabbits or grouse to get them through the day.
“I shouldn’t be gone long,” Peigi told Craig.
“I hate that you need to go hunt while I sit here,” Craig complained.
“I don’t mind,” Peigi said, “I enjoy hunting. My brother used to take me.”
“In another day or two I might be up to going with you,” Craig said.
“I’d like that,” Peigi said, “but not until you’re healed enough.” Craig nodded.
“Don’t go far, lass,” Craig told her. “I don’t know if those men that attacked us are in the area or not. Maybe you should take Mungo with you.”
“He chases the game away,” Peigi protested. “I’d rather leave him here.”
“Then don’t go far from the lodge,” Craig said to her. “Mungo lays at the door when you’re hunting, he’ll hear if you run into trouble.”
“Aye,” Peigi agreed as she left.
She did stay close to the lodge. She never needed to go far. The hut was isolated, and there were plenty of rabbits and small birds in the area. She found a spot just inside the tree line to stop and wait. As she readied her bow she thought about Craig and everything that was said in the bed they’d shared.
She wasn’t lying when she said she liked when he kissed her. She didn’t want him to stop, if anything, she wanted more. But if she laid with him, and allowed him to do the things she wanted, wouldn’t that make her just like her Mither? She again thought about what would happen if Doxy found her and forced her to marry Laird McNary. Didn’t she deserve to lie with a man she cared about? She wouldn’t even try to lie to herself, she cared for Craig McCabe, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d fall in love with him.
She gave her head a small shake, clearing her thoughts as a good-sized rabbit came into view. She took aim, and her arrow pierced the animal seconds later.
When she returned to the lodge she carried three rabbits and a grouse, more than enough to get them through the day. Even Mungo would eat well. She also carried a long tree branch she’d found lying on the ground.
“What’s that for?” Craig asked her.
“With a little work, I thought it might be used as a walking stick,” Peigi said to him, “just until you get a bit steadier on your feet.” She handed him the stick, and then a knife she’d found in his boot. He grinned and nodded.
“Good idea, Peigi,” he said.
The rest of the day was spent with both of them busy doing their tasks. Peigi used two rabbits to make a stew and roasted the third. She used the grouse to make a broth which she’d add to later.
Craig used his knife to strip the bark and cut away any rough areas on the long thick stick Peigi had found. Still healing, he’d excused himself around mid-day to go take a rest. Peigi knew he was still in pain and made a tisane which he drank with no argument. .Once he woke, he joined her again and entertained her with more stories of his youth. She shook her head and laughed at most of them.
Mungo entertained them both. He liked looking out the door, and since the fresh air helped cool the lodge they kept it open for him. Twice a red deer wandered into the clearing, and he’d bolted out the door in pursuit, barking loudly. Three other times it’d been a rabbit, and once more they weren’t sure what he ran after.
“He’ll never catch anything making that much noise,” Craig said once he quit laughing.
“He just wants to play,” Peigi said, “he was never trained to hunt.” She lit a candle since it was beginning to get dark
.
Craig whistled for Mungo as he used the walking stick to stand. He’d been up even more today, and felt stronger. Mungo ran back into the lodge and Craig closed the door.
“Time to get some rest,” Craig said to Peigi.
He walked into the bedchamber, not wanting to pressure her into joining him. It had to be her decision. He again untied the plaid from around his waist and then decided to take his tunic off too. Tomorrow he was going to get his trews on and go outside, no matter how much it hurt.
Peigi waited until she heard Craig get into the bed before following him into the room. She grabbed her nightdress, which she hadn’t worn since he’d gotten there, and went behind a changing screen. She didn’t say anything to him as she came out from behind it and climbed into the bed next to him.
“Come here,” Craig said as he put his arm around her and dragged her up next to him.
Peigi snuggled in as close as she could, once more feeling warm, and safe, and happy.
Chapter 5. Becoming Lovers
Craig woke up first the next morning. He’d slept sound, and he knew having Peigi in his arms was the reason. She felt right being there, perfect even. He pulled her closer to him and felt his cock begin to harden. He kissed the back of her neck, and when she moaned, he did it again.
Peigi was still sleeping, but she pushed her hips back against him. Because her nightdress had ridden up around her waist as she slept, his cock slid between her legs. This time it was Craig who let out a groan. He had to remind himself of the promise he’d made her. It was a promise he was determined to keep, and he wouldn’t do more than kiss her unless she changed her mind and insisted on more.
He kissed the back of her neck once more before sucking gently on her earlobe. Craig knew the second she woke up because her breathing changed instantly. She was breathing heavily, and he knew she was enjoying what he was doing too.
Peigi woke to the most pleasant feelings. She felt Craig’s lips on her neck and ear and her entire body felt warm. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, even though she knew she shouldn’t. His hand stroked up and down her side, from her neck down to her waist, and she felt her nipples harden. Craig pushed his hips forward, and she groaned again when she felt his cock slide even deeper between her legs, not high enough to hit her cunny, but close. Peigi wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she knew that she needed more. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at Craig, wanting him to touch her in that forbidden place, but too afraid to ask.
“Let me make you feel good, Peigi,” Craig said softly, “please, let me touch you.”
“Aye,” Peigi answered as she looked him in the eye, “touch me. I need you to touch me.”
Craig could see the need in her eyes and didn’t give her time to change her mind. He grabbed the bottom of her nightdress, pulling it up over her head and throwing it on the floor. He pulled her closer, his knee sliding between her legs as he again started kissing her.
Peigi put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She loved the feel of her naked body against his. Her nipples hardened even more against Craig’s chest and he brought his good arm up and cupped one breast, brushing his thumb back and forth across the hardened peak and making Peigi gasp.
“Easy, lass,” Craig said gently. “I won’t hurt you.” Then he kissed her again.
Craig loved Peigi’s reaction to his touch. She broke the kiss and thrust her chest more firmly into his hand as he squeezed her breast. He lowered his mouth to her neck; licking, kissing and sucking the tender skin there He slid his knee up even further between her legs, making sure he made contact with her cunny. When Peigi didn’t protest, he began to wonder how’d she’d react to some of the things he enjoyed doing to a woman. As a test he took her nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching it just enough to hurt.
Peigi felt the pain immediately. It traveled like a jolt from her breast down to the spot between her legs that Craig’s knee pressed against. She moaned, and then gasped, as she pushed her hips forward to increase the friction there.
Craig felt the wetness from Peigi’s cunny coat his knee as she began to slid herself back and forth against it. He repositioned her, knowing the spot she wanted touched most. She began to pant and closed her eyes. He continued to use his lips and tongue on her breast as he helped her slide her clit against him. When her orgasm started and she began to scream he covered her mouth once more with his own, trying not to grin. As inexperienced as she was, Peigi Farland was the most responsive woman he’d ever had in his bed.
“What was that?” Peigi asked once it was over and she was able to catch her breath. Her eyes were wide open and she had a look of wonder on her face.
“That,” Craig answered, and this time he did laugh, “is what’s supposed to happen when a man and woman enjoy each other in bed.”
“Is there more?” Peigi asked. Craig heard the disappointment in her voice. “Is it done?”
“Nay, lass,” Craig told her, “we’ve barely begun.”
She let out a small scream and then giggled when he rolled her onto her back. Peigi wasn’t sure how he did it, but somehow he ended up on his knees between her legs. He pushed her knees up and out to the side, using his legs to keep them there. Peigi was embarrassed knowing Craig could now see her most private area. She forgot about those feelings when Craig began to use his thumb to rub her clit, and then she didn’t care anymore what he could see.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked her, rubbing more.
“Aye,” Peigi gasped.
“Have you ever touched yourself here, lass?” Craig asked, putting more pressure on her clit.
“Nay,” Peigi answered before moaning again.
“Give me your hand,” Craig said to her. She did, and he brought it down to her cunny, putting her fingers under his. “Feel that?” he asked.
“Aye,” she said again as he used both their fingers to rub over her nub. She felt it harden under her hand and pushed down to add more pressure.
“That’s your clit, or nub,” Craig told her, making her fingers go over the spot faster. “It hardens like my cock, and when played with, it gives a woman great pleasure.”
“Aye,” Peigi said again. It was giving her great pleasure.
Craig pulled his hand away, taking hers with it. He kept hold of it with one of his and took her other hand with his free one. He leaned over her and placed both hands above her head.
“What are you doing?” Peigi asked, but she wasn’t scared, the grin on Craig’s face reassured her.
“This is my cunny to play with,” Craig said to her, sliding his fingers in between her folds. “Keep your hands above your head, or there will be consequences.” She still wasn’t afraid. The grin on his face reassured her that he was enjoying himself and playing with her.
“What kind of consequences?” Peigi asked, grinning back.
“Move your hands and you’ll find out,” Craig warned her playfully. He kissed her on the lips quickly before scooting down and taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it hard.
“Oh,” Peigi said and grabbed his head with both her hands. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
“You moved them,” Craig said, grinning again as he sat up. He pushed both of her hands back over her head. “Now for your consequence,” he told her. With her legs pushed up the way they were he had easy access to her arse, and he brought his uninjured hand down on it twice. Smack, smack.
“Oh,” Peigi said again and without thinking brought her hand down to grab his wrist. When she realized what she did it made her giggle. Craig couldn’t have been more surprised or thrilled that she wasn’t afraid, or horrified, and seemed to enjoy what he did. He could see the wetness gathering on her cunny.
“Peigi, Peigi, Peigi,” Craig said chuckling. “You’ll need to do as you’re told if you want more pleasure.” He again moved her hand above her head. This time he smacked her clit. Smack, smack.
The sting once more made Peigi’s whole body jolt. It felt good, and she wanted him to do it again. Craig’s hand still rested on her and she arched her back trying to get him to increase the pressure.
Craig again leaned forward and took Peigi’s nipple in his mouth. He started rubbing her clit again and her cunny became even wetter. Craig put a finger to her opening and worked it inside of her, increasing the pressure at her breast as he did. Peigi again moaned and he started pumping his finger in and out of her as he worked his thumb back and forth across her nub.
Peigi wasn’t sure what she was enjoying more, his mouth at her breast or his hand on her cunny. She pressed her chest towards him, and then her hips, alternating between the two. It was almost too much, and at the same time not enough.
Craig let go of her breast and lowered himself so that his mouth was even with her cunny. He left his finger inside her but moved his thumb. He lowered his mouth and licked over the spot where his thumb had just been. Rubbing his tongue back and forth across the hardened nub and then swirling it around.
Peigi couldn’t believe what Craig was doing to her. Never had the maids or women of the village talked about a man putting his mouth down there. She again started thrusting her hips up each time his finger entered her, wanting him to go deeper.
Craig pulled his finger out and added another to it before carefully inserting both back into her opening. Peigi was pushing her hips up, wanting him to go deeper, but he held back. He’d felt her barrier and didn’t want to break it without her consent. He buried his face in her cunny, licking and sucking her nub as she moaned louder. He almost laughed when he felt her hands once more grip his head.
“Lass,” he said, raising his head to look at her, “you moved your hands again.”
He again grabbed her wrists and gently put them back above her head. He grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed and went back to where he’d been between her legs. Pushing her legs back up he lifted her and put the pillow under her hips before pushing her knees to the side once more. It exposed her even more to his eyes, but Peigi didn’t care.
“Now, lass,” Craig said, slapping her clit again. Smack, smack. Peigi groaned and closed her eyes, hoping he’d do it again. “We’ve already talked about these hands.” Smack, smack. Peigi moaned and thrust her hips up, wanting more. “What else can I do to convince you to leave them where I put them?” Smack, smack.
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