Page 53 of Treachery in the Highlands
I experience a mixture of excitement and stone-cold fear as she mixes ingredients in a small wooden bowl.The room fills with an earthy, spicy scent that makes my nostrils flare.
"Are you sure this is safe?"I ask, eyeing the mixture warily as she approaches the bed.
Rachel rolls her eyes."Och, ye modern men and yer worries.Trust me, Joey.I've been studying these potions since I was a wee lass.This one's as safe as mother's milk."
"If you say so."I cast a wary glance at the murky concoction."But if I end up with some kind of magical STD, I'm blaming you."
"STD?"
"That means sexually transmitted disease.We have those in the twenty-first century, so I'm guessing you've got them here too."
"Only if theycaithinside a whore who hasn't washed herself in...ever."
"I see.What doescaithmean?"
She smiles in a devilish way."It's when a lad spills his seed inside a woman's body."
"Oh.I get it."My gaze flicks to the cup she's still holding out to me, and I wince."What if this stuff makes my dick shrivel up?"
She laughs, a musical sound that never fails to make my heart skip."Just drink it, ye sillygealtair."
"What did you just call me?A silly gelding?"
"No, Joey, you are not a eunuch.Agealtairis a coward.So, drink."
Taking a deep breath, I down the potion in one gulp.It tastes like cinnamon and something earthy I can't quite place.For a moment, nothing happens.Then a warm tingling spreads through my body, pooling in my groin.To my amazement, I feel myself hardening again as lust courses through me with renewed vigor.
She smirks."See?I told ye it would work."
"Rach, I need you.Now."
She climbs back onto the bed.But this time, she lies on her back waiting for me to take control."We have all night, remember?"
I don't need to be told twice.With a growl, I pounce on Rachel, claiming her lips in a ravenous kiss.The potion has set my blood on fire, every nerve ending hypersensitive to her touch.I trail kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin, relishing the little gasps and moans she makes.
"Joey," she breathes, arching into me."Please, I need ye inside me."
I position myself between her legs, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock.She's already wet and ready for me, her eyes dark with desire.In one smooth thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, both of us groaning at the sensation.
"Ye feel so good," Rachel pants, her nails digging into my shoulders."Move, Joey.Take me hard."
"Yes, ma'am.You command, I serve."
Chapter Twenty
Rachel
Joey initiates a rough, irregular rhythm of thrusting, employing more and more force, but it feels as if he's holding back.I cannae say why.A mhic an damnaidh."Son of damnation" has become my favorite expletive of late---in Gaelic and English.I have a voice, and I've never shied away from uncomfortable questions.Why, then, am I doing so now?Baothaire.Aye, I am an idiot for thinking Joey will balk at what I want him to do to me.
He freezes in mid thrust."What's wrong, baby?If I'm being too rough---"
"Nay, nay, it's the opposite."I summon my courage and just say it."Fuck me hard, Joey.Make the bed bounce and dinnae be shy about it.I want anything you want."
His frozen expression swiftly melts into a sly grin."You got it, Rach.Prepare to scream so hard your voice goes hoarse."
Joey's face becomes a mask of lustful determination, and he pulls back slowly, teasingly.I shiver in anticipation, my body thrumming with need.Then, without warning, he slams into me with such force that the headboard bangs against the wall.
"Oh, God!"I cry out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
