Page 56 of Kilty Plea
He snorted. “Fooking? Nay, ‘twas making love, ye daft woman.”
Smiling, she allowed her hand to slide up his flank. This husband of hers was so strong, so capable…and so very loving. He’d hung up his helmet, retiring as one of the King’s Hunters, but she knew he would still keep the peace here in their little corner of Scotland. He was helping her raise Lenny to be a good man, and maybe—maybe—there’d be bairns at some point down the road. Bairns to raise to be good people, as well.
Really, was it any reason she was grinning?
“Stop that, lass,” he ordered, capturing her hand in his.
“Why?”
He wasn’t fooled by her innocent tone. “Because. If ye keep that up, I’ll have to take ye again, no choice, ye understand. And a man only has so much seed he can spare. Ye’ve taken it from me once already—nay, twice if ye count this morning. My puir cock can only handle so much.”
“Ahh,” she agreed, nodding sagely, even as she nudged him over to his back. “I understand. It must be expected for man of yer age and position to weaken.”
“Weaken?”
Ignoring his indignant tone, she continued her soft strokes, each time coming closer to the patch of hair between his legs. From the corner of her eyes, she watched his cock twitch, and smiled wider.
“Aye, Payton. Now that ye’re married, ‘tis up to me to ensure ye maintain yer strength and stamina.” With that, her fingers brushed along his soft cock, stroking all the way to his ballocks.
He started. “How—” he began, his voice choked.
Grinning wickedly, Flora positioned herself over him on her knees. She wrapped her hand around his member, which was now stiffening again, and shot him a glance.
“Why, with kisses.”
When she lowered her lips to his tip, she tasted their love. While once the thought of this had been horrifying, something she’d only do in order to save Lenny, now…
”Flora.”
His tone stopped her, and she lifted her head to see Payton staring at her, his expression inscrutable.
“Love, ye dinnae have to do this.”
She frowned. “Ye put yer mouth onme, Payton. I cannae do it to ye?”
“Nay, of course—I just mean, ye dinnaehaveto.”
Something likeguiltshifted in his eyes, and suddenly Flora understood. He was remembering their first night together, when she’d lowered herself to her knees and reached for his cock, thinking to manipulate him into taking her with him to MacIntyre land.
“Payton,” she breathed, shifting so she could brush her lips across his jaw, while still holding his cock. “Ilove ye. Even then, I kenned ye were a good man, and I was desperate to stay with ye.”
“Desperate,” he repeated doubtfully.
“Do ye ken, even then, kneeling afore ye…I was confused by my body’s reaction to ye?”
“Ye hadnae seen my face.”
She kissed him again and squeezed his cock. “I didnae need to. I already kenned ye were brave and strong and oh-so-gentle.” When he snorted, she brushed her lips against his. “Do ye remember rubbing my feet? Nae one had cared about me like that—caredforme. I was used to taking care of others, and here was this man I had been given to, who didnae want me, who wascaringfor me.” Another squeeze. “I just kenned I had to stay with ye.”
His voice was strained when he admitted, “I needed ye too, lass. More than ye’ll ken.”
She grinned. “Well then, I’d say we ended up exactly where we were meant to be.”
When he exhaled, his lips curled. “I do love ye, lass.”
“And I love ye, Payton. Now…” She pushed herself up onto her knees again and sent him a naughty wink. “Stop fussing. This will be fun.”
As her lips closed around him, he laughed, and ‘twas the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.
