Page 31 of The Curse of McMillan Castle
My nipples hardened at the thought and I took two steps away from the bed so I would be less tempted to undress and hurl myself into it.
Just as my mind began to drift to even dirtier thoughts, I heard the sound of the toilet flushing as Duncan let out a hearty scream.
I laughed, and hurried to the bathroom door.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you it would be loud when you flushed it.”
He groaned again and I thought I heard something hit the wall in the bathroom.
“Nae, lass. ’Tis no’ that. I’ve…” he hesitated. “I’ve injured meself on these damn bindings.”
Bindings? It took me a moment to think through what he could mean, but as he groaned once more, the answer came to me.
His pants. For a Scot who’d never worn anything other than a kilt or cloth breeches his entire life, Kamden’s jeans had to be restrictive for him.
I hadn’t the slightest clue what to do.
“Uh. Was it the zipper?”
His voice was tight and pained as he answered me.
“I doona have the damnedest idea what a zipper is, lass. All I ken is that me bollocks have been caught in the teeth of this wretched garment.”
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.I repeated the mantra in my mind as I gritted my teeth and pondered over what to do.
“Duncan. Okay. Don’t pull up anymore. You’re…you’re going to have to pull down to release it. It’s going to hurt.”
He groaned again and banged his fist against the wall. I hoped the rooms were soundproof. Otherwise, Grace, Eoghanan, and Cooper must be wondering what in the world was going on.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to come in there and help?”
“Nae, lass. I have freed meself, though I willna be putting on this damned garment again this night.”
Without another word, he flung open the door to the bathroom and stood before me stark naked from the waist down save for the hand he kept over his crotch to cover his penis. I jumped at the shock of suddenly seeing him bare.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Do you want me to turn away while you get in bed?”
He frowned at me. “Why would ye do that, lass? I doona care if ye see me arse. Ye can see behind me hand as well if ye wish it. I just dinna wish to offend ye.”
He still hurt. As he stepped toward me and turned to walk toward the bed, he hobbled awkwardly with each step.
His “arse” was incredible. It reminded me of Brad Pitt’s backside in the opening scene ofTroy. Perfectly firm, muscular, and so cuppable that I wanted to reach out and squeeze it.
He moaned again as he pushed away the top pillows and lifted the covers to crawl inside.
“I am sorry, lass. Pinching one’s bollucks will put ye in a foul mood.”
I laughed and reached for the door handle to his room. “That’s totally understandable. I’ll just give you a quick rundown of the rest of the room and leave you for the night.”
I slowly made my way around the room, stopping at each lamp and light to show him how it worked. When that was done, I reached for the television remote and moved to sit on the other side of his bed next to him.
“If you can’t sleep, I imagine you might spend some time playing with this contraption. Ready to have your mind blown?”
“Blown, lass?”
Laughing, I clicked on television. “Blown is a good thing.”
His eyes mimicked what they’d done in the elevator as the screen lit up and noise began to come through the speakers.
