Page 3 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
Her fingers came to rest on his head, softly smoothing the hair near his ears. Her, “Of course, love,” was so quiet he almost didn’t hear it.
Therewaspity in her tone, and he hated it. Hated himself.
Brigit was…well, she was a bit of fun. More than a bit, he had to admit. She’d come to his bed—here, and in his chambers—more than a few times in the last year, and her cheer almost made his heart lighter.
Just the fact she was here today, caring for him…Och, a man didn’t need a pity fook. Or a pity stew-and-bread.
She kept her hand on him as he ate. “Ye have nae more missions?” she asked, her manner nonchalant.
When he glanced up at her in question, she smiled. “Usually this desk is strewn with yer planning.”
He supposed that was true. She’d been here more than a few times. There was naught suspicious about her question; she was just curious.
So he nodded, albeit cautiously.
“I’m…in between missions right now.”Christ,the whisky made thinking hard, did it no’? “Why?”
Brigit’s smile was brilliant, although it struck him as just a little false. “Just wondering.”
And before he could ask further questions, she nudged the tray out of the way and shimmied her arse up onto the desk. “So ye have nae current responsibilities? Nae where to be?”
Och,nowher questions made sense. She was grinning as her hands played across his shoulders and traveled under his shirt. The lass wanted a tumble?
Well…naught else was going right in his life. He could oblige her this.
Drum took one last bite of the bread as his other hand slid up her leg, pushing her skirts aside.
“Nae where to be, lass,” he repeated, his voice surprisingly harsh. “Nae responsibilities.”
Brigit pulled him closer, brushing wee kisses across his forehead and cheeks. “Tell me about it, love.”
Nay, he couldn’t do that. He still owed the King his allegiance, until His Majesty cut him free. ‘Twas thenot knowingwhich was eating him up inside. The same as it had been with Rebecca.
Was he trusted? Was he being watched? Was he in danger?
And…if he’d lost his good name, did it matter?
Drum forced a smile, his fingers curling around Brigit’s thigh.
“I can think of better things to do with my tongue than talk, lass.”
This time her smile was real and a hint of a flush climbed her cheeks. Embarrassment or excitement? Either way, he could put it to good use.
His lips touched her skin and Brigit gasped then sighed.
Aye, he might not know what the future would bring, but here and now…he could do some good.
Chapter 1
Smiling happily downat her lap, Brigit decided she really was quite proud of her tiny penis.
It had taken some skill and imagination to figure out how to tweak the petals of the heather just slightly to appear to be purple-colored genitalia, and she suspected that only someonetrulylooking closely would be able to identify them for what they were.
If she was going to be forced to live the life of a lady-in-waiting, then by God, she was going to have fun with it! Months from now, when she used this cape as the days turned colder, she’d smirk quietly to herself, knowing what these flowers actually were.
In fact, she smirked quietly to herself now, imagining it. No one guessed that her chemises were decorated with delicate penises, as well as her stockings. ‘Twas a delightful secret.
“What are you smirking about?”
