Page 24 of Highlander Unraveled
“That was… so good,” I murmured.
“I’m not done with ye yet,” he growled, climbing up over my body, hands at my sides, thighs settling between mine.
His muscles shimmered with sweat, and his smile… God, but his smile could melt ice.
My body vibrated from the sheer power of him, the raw sexuality that oozed from every pore. Oh, yes, I’d just come, but the sight of him made me ready to do so all over again.
I shuddered, my clit still pulsing from his tongue, and anticipating what was coming next.
He gripped one of my thighs and tugged upward until I lengthened my leg out, my foot resting on his shoulder. He kissed my ankle, scraped his teeth over the arch of my foot. I shivered.
“But, your men, they are waiting for you,” I teased, grinning, and knowing he’d not be leaving this room until he’d left me spent on the bed.
What Rory liked to do was make me come over and over. He liked to watch me orgasm, to see me walk a little slower than normal because my thighs ached from being spread so long.
And, let’s be honest, I liked it, too.
We’d been at Dunleod Castle just a few months. Ranulf, my stepson—God, that was weird to say—was still here at the castle with us. He’d just turned twenty years old, and was still acting like a complete dick. A spoiled, vindictive little asshole.
Rory took him daily from his locked chamber out to the field, trained him with the rest of his men, even let him eat in the great hall—which was a good thing. His son shouldn’t be kept a prisoner, but I guess it was needed considering Ranulf threatened at least once a week to gut Rory and to tie me naked to a pike and burn me.
But why was I thinking about that now? What a mood killer.
I shook away the tedious and mundane, concentrating on Rory’s tongue sliding down my calf.
“How do ye want it?” he asked, wiggling his brows with wicked intent.
“Anyway you want to give it to me,” I said, biting my lip. I reached to trail my fingers over one thick pectoral, down the ridges of his abdomen, brushing through the tuft of hair at the base of his thick cock.
I wrapped my fingers around his warm, velvet shaft, feeling it jump in my hand. Hot damn, but every time I touched him, I still had a hard time believing he, this, us, was a reality. When we’d first dated years ago, in the modern world, I’d thought I must have been dreaming. A guy like him, wanting a girl like me? It wasn’t that I didn’t have confidence in myself, well, maybe a slight touch of self-esteem had been nicked, but he was so freaking hot, he could have had any woman he wanted, and he chose me. A nerdy, history-loving, herbalist.
For goodness’ sake, he’d traveled five hundred years in the future—twice—to find me. Thank god, I’d been able to go back with him the second time.
I loved him so much, I couldn’t imagine living without him. If he’d disappeared again… Ugh. I didn’t even want to think about it. Or the man I’d taken up with after he left the first time. Dickie was a realwinner—sarcasm intentional.
“I want ye…” He drawled out theyeand glanced around the room.
We’d made love on every surface and against every square inch of floor and wall. Where could he possibly take me that we hadn’t already explored? Who was I kidding? I didn’t care where, as long as he thrust inside me soon.
“Come with me.” He leapt from the bed, his cock bouncing against his thighs, and pulled me up. “I want to try something different.”
Different had been the name of the game lately. We’d had time to play without me getting pregnant. Some years back, I’d opted for a birth control shot versus an IUD… Thank god, because if I’d gotten the IUD, there was no telling how the hell I’d get it out. It wasn’t like I could request Fate send me back for my yearly gynecological appointment. My last shot had been about a week before Rory came back to the modern era. Since I was supposed to repeat the shots every three months to avoid pregnancy, I figured it had worn off about a month ago. My periods had stopped a while ago with the shot, and had yet to restart. I didn’t even know if I’d get one between now and getting pregnant. I secretly hoped to avoid one altogether. Selfish, maybe, but periods were the worst. The cramping, the mess… Not to mention the lack of tampons.
Emma and Shona had filled me in on what it was like to have a period in 1544 and it sounded like a nightmare. I think I could make my excuses to Rory and stay in bed the entire five to seven days it took to run its course. With only a wad of fabric to collect anything… Ick. Who wouldn’t stay in bed?
I could see some men thinking that having a period was a woman’s excuse to be lazy for a week, but, a man had never had cramps, or any of the other gross things attached to it.
And once again, why was I thinking about that now?
Rory slapped my arse, a wakeup call. I cried out, a little startled, and he chuckled.
“Welcome back, love.”
He set me on my feet, bending low for a minute to flick his tongue over my nipple, his hands cupping my breasts. Oh, yes, this…
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” he said.
“I’m willing to try anything,” I murmured, threading my hands through his hair and moaning.
