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Thane had much to think on. He had a strict rule that his guards were to keep their wives outside the keep unless they were attacked. They stayed in cottages, and that suited Thane just fine. Everything was different at Clan Grantham. Which made him recall the question he wished to ask Dyna after Maitland took his leave to his chamber off the great hall.
Thane whispered, “How does Maitland know he’s having a son?”
Dyna said, “Because I told him so.” She waggled a brow at Thane and added, “I’m a seer.”
Thane had much to learn about his new neighbors, but the biggest question he had was a simple one: Could he trust them?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tamsin
Tamsin stood in the gloomy morn, doing her best to ignore the two lassies in front of her who could fire their arrows as fast as anyone she’d ever seen.
“How old are they again?”
“Five and almost four,” Dyna replied. “My wee lassies are fierce!”
Tora said, “Mama, watch me. I’m the best.”
“Nay, you are not,” Sylvi argued. “I am. See, Mama?” The resounding whacks rang out as their arrows hit the hay at the end of their area.
“Astra, take the girls out in search of berries. I need to work with Tamsin alone.”
“Aww …” The two voices rose in unison.
Soon after, Sylvi said, “I’ll beat you there, Tora.”
“Always competing, those two. Tamsin, wait until they are gone. Then I’ll work on your stance. Grab something to drink. I’ll be right back once I get the girls settled.”
Tamsin made her way over to the well off to the side of the courtyard, finding a cup to fill with water before dropping it back into the bucket when she finished. The light lilt of a lass’s giggling caught her ear.
Eli and Alaric strolled across the courtyard and out to the lists, if she were to guess, because Eli called out, “I think you need your tunic removed before you can truly swing that sword, husband.”
Alaric whipped off his tunic and tossed it to her. “And do you wish for me to remove my plaid too? There are not many around.” He tipped his head toward the outer edge where a copse of trees sat. “We can do a fast one, if you like, lassie mine. You first, this time.”
Tamsin had no idea what that meant, but she sat on a hidden bench, listening to their conversation, unable to believe all she heard.
“I like it when you pick me up and hold me where you want me. That’s the only way, Alaric. Lift me onto you behind the trees or wait until this eve.” She glanced over at him. “The weather is mighty fine.” She removed her leggings and carried them over her shoulder, then wiggled her bottom at him.
Tamsin was shocked at their behavior, and there was no one around but her to witness their foreplay.
“And where shall I bang hard at you? You only like it hard.” He chuckled as Tamsin peeked over at them again.
“Against the wall. If you don’t hit me too hard. Hold my upper body still and ram my spot hard.” She giggled. “Hard and fast, lover. You know how I like it.”
Tamsin was glad they couldn’t see how her eyes widened at that. They had to be talking about something different from what she thought. How could they have relations standing up? And Eli had definitely said she liked it.
Liked it?
And as a complete surprise, the two took off into the trees to do whatever they had planned. Within minutes, their mutual sounds of pleasure reached Tamsin’s ears. Alaric sounded much like Raghnall, except for his kind words.
“Come for me, love.”
“Scream my name, lass.”
“Eli, squeeze me.”
But the oddest thing happened, something she didn’t understand. Eli panted as much as Alaric did. And her words carried as well.
