Page 64 of Highlander Unraveled
We made it to the fall’s base. “Are ye ready? I’m going to thrust ye through, and then fetch my things.”
Emma glanced up, her gaze riveted on the tallest point of the rise where the water spilled over. Droplets landed delicately on her cheeks and I longed to lick them away. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
I let her catch her breath and then pushed her through. Emma let out another squeal that was swallowed by the roar of the falls. I called an apology, though I wasn’t certain she’d heard it.
I hurried back to the side, grabbing hold of my clothes, when I caught the sound of metal chinking.Ballocks. We’d not lost the bloodySassenachsfast enough. And if I could hear them through the pounding of the falls, they were close. Closer than I liked. A chill snaked up my spine. They could break through the brush before I had a chance to get back to the cave. But if I didn’t get back, Emma would worry, she might poke her head out, be seen by the enemy, and then it would be over. All this went through my mind in less than a second, before I was acting.
Mo chreach!
I balled up my clothes and shoved them under one arm, racing back to the fall’s base. Checking one last time for anyone coming through the brush, and seeing no one, I shoved myself through the cascade.
I rolled to a landing at my wife’s knees where she sat, already re-clothed—a fact that I found slightly disappointed. No matter, I could always remove them again.
I held my fingers to my lips, and then pointed toward where we’d just come from.
Emma’s mouth fell open and she held the back of her hand to her teeth. Pulling her hand away from her face, she mouthed,the English?
I nodded, and kissed that hand.
I spread out my plaid, dry at the center, on the ground, donned myleine, and pulled her to me.
Emma shivered, and clutched to me.
We remained still, silent, for many minutes. Could have been even half an hour. Emma pulled out the things she’d called power bars, their flavors strong, sweet, and leaving a film on my mouth that was most unpleasant. Carefully, I skimmed some water from the falls, certain no one could see me from the outside, and offered a drink to my wife. Once she was satisfied, I rinsed my mouth. The power bars might have tasted odd, but they were filling.
So far, there were no signs of the English coming close to the falls, though I wasn’t going to risk looking. Every once in awhile, I could hear the sounds of metal chinking. They were still searching the area. All I could do was pray that they didn’t think to look behind the falls. My sword was drawn, and at my side. I was prepared to drive its sharpened tip through anyone who dared come near to us.
The spray of the water, and the darkened space, was colder than the temperature of the summer sun. If my plaid had not been soaked, I’d have wrapped it around Emma who shivered from fear and a genuine chill.
Since we’d be here for hours more until the sun fell, I knew of another way we could pass the time… One that would keep us both warm, and distract Emma away from her fear.
I nuzzled her cheek, gently pressing my fingers to her chin until she turned to kiss me. She was stiff in my embrace, but with a few swipes of my tongue against hers, she loosened, until she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held on tight.
“Emma,” I breathed against her ear, using my teeth to scrape against her earlobe.
She clung closer, and I lifted her onto my lap, scooting back until my spine hit stone. I kissed her, caressed her, teased her skin until she prickled with pleasure, the chills of cold gone, replaced by a heat that built and built. Her soft sighs and urgent moans spurned my own heated desire.
Emma moved to straddle me, lifting her gown and my shirt out of the way, our lower bodies colliding, nude.
Pressing her hands to the side of my face, she leaned low and whispered against my ear. “You do know the perfect way to distract me.”
“So I am not as clever as I thought?”
“Oh, no, my love, you are very clever. And sexy, handsome, powerful, cunning, protective. I could not have married a better man.”
“Och, to hear ye say those things love, ye’ll make my head grow big, my ego even bigger.”
“’Tis not bad to stroke your ego,” she said, reaching her hand between us. “Especially if it is while I am stroking your cock.”
I groaned, trying to keep the sound soft so as not to overpower the thunder of the falls. Her hand was magic, silky, smooth, and she knew just the right way to touch me.
“I canna be the only one…” I murmured, sliding my hands up her thighs, my fingers dipping against her moist sex.
She shivered, and I swallowed her cries of pleasure with a searing kiss that left us both craving more.
Unable to take the separation any longer, I tugged her hips forward, sliding my cock along the seam of her netherlips until I reached her entrance.
Emma rocked forward at the same time I thrust, driving all the way up inside her. Her cunny, slick and hot, gripped me, stroked me.
