Page 41 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
“For ye,” she gasped. “Always.”
Thiswhateverthey shared might have been casual, but there’d been no other men but Drummond Kennedy in her life since it had begun.
His hand tightened in her braid, holding her in place as his thrusts increased in speed, each accompanied by a desperate little noise of need. Brigit’s inner muscles were already tightening, the anticipation heightening each movement. She reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the bars of the open shutters, closing her eyes and allowing the afternoon breeze to capture her pants and whimpers.
He began to speak, timing with his plunges, and somehow that only sent her closer to the edge.
“Such a good lass. Taking my cock like ye want it. Ye want this, aye?”
Brigit could barely form a coherent thought, much less words. “Aye,” she thought she might’ve gurgled.
He curled forward, his hand slipping through her skirts and around the front of her pelvis. “Ye like that? Ye like when I fook ye here in public, where anyone could see ye?”
He was right. Brigit opened her eyes, realizing she could see down into the courtyard. The realization somehow only heightened her pleasure, her excitement.
“Ye’re going to come for me, aye? Like a good lass.”
She didn’t have the chance to respond.
Because at that moment, Drummond’s thumb and forefinger found the nub of her pleasure hidden deep in her curls and rolled it the way he might roll her nipple.
‘Twas enough.
“Drum!” she gasped, inner muscles tightening as she hurtled higher and higher.
“Aye, Brigit,” he growled, his speed increasing. “Come for me.”
She did.
Oh, Good Christ, she did.
“Drummond!” she screamed out the window as her pleasure burst over her in white-hot sparks. “God’s Wounds,aye!”
And then, with a wordless roar, he locked his hands on her hips, plunged forward once more, and spilled his seed deep inside her.
It should have been degrading, should have felt as if she had been used.
But Brigit blinked up into the bright Scottish afternoon sky, breathing slowing as her core spasmed around him, and realized it had been one of the most exhilarating experiences of her life.
‘Twas a long moment before Drum straightened, pulling his hand from her as his cock slid free with a rush of warmth. She pressed her elbows to the stone and felt him cleaning her with his kilt, his movements slow, gentle.
As he’d always been before.
She smiled, deciding she liked both Drummonds.
His touch was light as he drew her skirts down over her arse again then reached for her arms, lifting her upright.
Then, to her surprise, he nudged her around to face him, closed his hands around her waist and lifted until her arse rested on the window ledge where she’d just leaned. Leaned as he’d taken her hard and fast and deliciously.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes as he reached for her, pulling her against his chest and tucking her head under his chin.
Brigit blinked in confusion. “About what?”
“About…that. I shouldnae have let my anger have such power.”
He sounded positively miffed, and she felt a smile tug at her chest as she inhaled his scent and burrowed into his hold.
“I loved it.”
