Page 32 of Dark Side of the Laird
“I dinna want to leave ye, but I have to go,” he said, his voice gravelly against my breasts.
I stroked my hand through his hair, tugged until he looked up at me. I bent low and met my lips to his. “I know. But ye’ll be back soon, we both know it. We must both do what has to be done.”
I climbed from atop him and lifted my foot right between his thighs, my toes an inch from his balls and his cock still partially erect and glistening from our sex. “Strap it on me,” I demanded with a coy smile.
Logan grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips to my knee. “What would I do without ye, Emma? Ye make me stronger. Just when I thought nothing could give me more power, here ye are.”
He grabbed the leather strap from the table and wrapped it around my thigh. “Tight but not too tight,” he instructed. He Wrapped it around twice, leaving the second tying even looser. “Watch as I do this, I want to see ye do it after me.”
Logan picked up the dirk and slipped it between my thigh and the second loop, sheathed blade facing downward. Then he twisted the blade up and around that same strap, making a tight loop of its own. Once more he flipped the blade up and tucked it back down, this time into the initial loop he’d made around my thigh.
“Triple looped,” he said with a smile and tug. “’Twill not go anywhere. Give it a yank.”
I tugged at the weapon, and it did feel secure.
“Now ye try it.”
I untied the leather and rewrapped it, following his lead of triple securing the blade. The first time it was too loose. The second time too tight, but by the third go, I had it done just as perfectly as Logan.
“Good. Ye’re ready.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I said, “but I will keep your dagger hidden.”
His eyes darkened and he gazed at me seriously. “Dinna let anyone see the dirk. Dinna let anyone touch it, have it.”
“What about Agatha?” I asked, the woman dressed me, how was she not to see it?
Logan shook his head. “Even Agatha. No one is to know. When she comes to dress ye, slip it beneath the mattress. When she finishes, tie it on. Wear it at all times, even when ye sleep.”
“And what about when I’m in the bath?”
“Slip it under the mattress again.”
I was still scared. Could feel the fear skittering up and down my spine. This was a huge task he was giving me. The key to the castle, to all his secrets. “I’ll guard it with my life.”
“I’d rather ye simply guard it with your thigh.” He smiled. “I dinna want ye to give your life for it. And for that matter, I rather like your thighs.” He gazed down at the dirk strapped to the front of my leg. “Damn, but that’s sexy, lass.”
I smiled and kissed him again. But then I grew serious once more. “What if someone does discover it? Say I’m attacked and they see it on my leg?”
“Ye won’t be attacked.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know, I’ll be safe, got it, but whatif?”
“Dinna let anyone have that knife, Emma. I’d rather see it burned in a fire, melted to nothing and never be able to get behind those doors than see it get into the wrong hands.”
I swallowed. “All right.”
“Ye will be safe.”
“Why do I get the feeling your convincing yourself more than me?” I asked.
He gave a short, quiet laugh. “’Haps I am.”
“How many of your men will you take with you?”
“Just a dozen. I’m leaving the rest, ready for war.”
“Is it that serious?”
