Highlander Undone (Highland Bound Book 5) (4 page)

“And I want to lay ye down on the grass and ride ye as nature intended.”

Ewan chuckled, giving her rear a slap. “Ye're a naughty wife.”

She walked her fingers from his chest to his belt buckle. “And ye’d have me no other way.”

“That is the truth.” He made a sound of approval. “I’d not be able to survive with a curmudgeon as a wife.”

Shona picked up the satchel she’d packed and handed it to her husband. “Lucky it is ye got me, because I’ve a feeling Hildie would definitely be a killjoy.”

That made Ewan howl with laughter, since Hildie—Ewan’s longtime mistress—would have been anything but. Madam to the most infamous brothel in Grant lands, Hildie made Shona look like a nun.

“Och, but ye do make me laugh, wife.”

Shona peered behind her through the narrow window. “Are ye ready to escape? If we do not hurry, we will not make it before the sun sets.”

Already, her body was vibrating with anticipation.

Chapter Three

They made it to the top of the mountain just as pink and orange ribbons fringed the horizon. Despite the inclined elevation, the air was warmer, edging more toward summer than spring. Shona smiled, excitement vibrating through her veins.

“This is beautiful,” she said, gazing at the glen where wildflowers seemed to bloom more readily than they did below on the moors. A vibrant blanket of red, yellow, purple and white. The trees swayed gently with the breeze, and a beam of light from the setting sun glowed in sparkling rays onto the single stone, twice as tall as a man and three times as wide, that graced the center of the clearing.

“This place feels magical.” Ewan dropped their satchels in the center of the clearing, turning in a circle. “I’ve only ever been here a few times afore, not to stay, and I never noticed.”

“It does,” Shona whispered, suddenly frightened of her plan. The enchanting whimsy of the glen left her feeling light and carefree. Was its magic already working? And to what end?
I want to stay. I want a child
.

She’d wanted to come to the top of the glen in hopes that the magic of this place would help them to conceive, but now she had fears of perhaps a different sort of magic. The sort that would take her back to wherever she’d come from, forever separating her from Ewan.
I want to stay. I want a child
. She continued to repeat the words in her mind, hoping Fate would be swayed.

“Maybe we should—” she started.

Ewan must have sensed her hesitation. His fingers laced with hers and he tugged her toward the stone. “We should stay.”

“But—”

“Whatever happens was meant to be. We want to start a family, no?”

“Aye. We do.”

“Then perhaps the stone’s magic will bless us.” Ewan pressed his hand flat to the center of the stone. “Touch it.”

Shona place her hand beside Ewan’s, feeling the stone warm at her touch.

“Oh, merciful stone,” Ewan murmured. “Bless us. Bless our union. Lead us to the path that is right for us, for we wish to bring another into this world.”

Shona’s eyes widened, and she added, “A child of our own, that we two have created,” just in case the stone got confused and thought they wanted to bring forth another time-traveler instead.

“A child of our own,” Ewan said beaming a smile at her.

Shona couldn’t help but smile back. Her husband was a contagious man when it came to his moods, and she often found herself mirroring his joy and even his sorrow.

Ewan shifted behind her, covering both of her hands on the stone with his own. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered, “I’m going to make love to you first standing right here, touching this magical rock.”

Shona shivered, her nipples tightening, her core growing slick. “I love ye,” she murmured. “I never want to be without ye.”

“And ye never shall,
mo chridhe
.” His mouth skimmed the line of her neck, shivers following the path he created.

Shona’s head fell back, resting on his strong shoulder, her mouth opened in a sigh. She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his hands roving over her ribs, cupping her breasts, his teeth tugging at the collar of her gown, his steely erection pressed taut to her buttocks. Her hips tilted back, a silent invitation, nay, a pleading, for more of his ardent caresses.

“Shona,” he whispered, fingers slowly inching her gown up over her thighs, exposing her naked flesh to the glen, the sun and the moon.

Firm, hot fingers slid beneath the globes of her rear, massaging, pulling her firmer against his arousal. Her breaths came quick, harsh and her heart echoed in the gentle breeze.

“Take me,” she begged.

A coarse palm skated over her naked hip, to the curls damp with her desire. Fingers parted her folds to tease the knot of flesh that pulsed, and behind her, he gripped his cock sliding it deliciously along her wet entrance.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“I love the way ye respond,” he growled, biting her earlobe with just enough force that a tiny itch of pain melded with the intense pleasure of his mouth on her skin. “Your cunny is wet… hot… and ready for me.”

She trembled, her core tightening into what felt like a hundred coils ready to burst. Shona arched her back, pressing her naked buttocks harder against him, demanding he enter her.

“Ye want me, say it,” he commanded.

“I want ye, husband. Now.”

“Tell me what ye want me to do.”

Saints, but his voice… So rugged. So deep. So demanding. “I want ye to make love to me.”

“Tell me how.”

His fingers worked magic, sliding in a soft circular pattern over her sex, making her knees weak, and she was finding it difficult to answer. To think. To breathe. Only to feel. “I want ye to thrust inside me. Hard. And harder.” She licked her lips. “I want ye to make me come.”

“Oh, aye, I’m going to make ye come, love.”

He ceased gliding is cock between her folds, notching it at her entrance, and arcing up, and thrusting deep inside her.

Shona let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, her back arching. If he’d not been holding her up, if she didn’t have the stone as a sturdy hold at her front, she’d have surely collapsed from pleasure.

Gradually, he pulled out, plunging hard again. His fingers continued their torment, slow then fast, while behind her, his pace brought her just to the brink, before he’d stop and leisurely glide in and out of her tightened channel.

“How does this feel?” Ewan asked.

“So… good,” she croaked.

“Show me how good.”

Her fingers tightened against the stone, nails digging into the marble surface, as he relentlessly thrust inside of her, continued to stroke her nub, until streaks of light shown behind her eyes. Shona’s eyes popped open. She watched the sun slide just under the horizon while the moon made its silvery light known, appearing to spark and wink at her conspiratorially. At that very same moment, her body quickened. Pleasure radiated from every inch. Intense in its pulsations. Her limbs shook. She cried out, feral and primal, like a howl toward the moon.

But her husband was not done with her. He did not allow himself to finish. Instead, he withdrew from her body, and whipped her around, pressing her back to the stone as his mouth claimed hers, a hand on her hip, the other threading into her hair at the nape of her neck.

“God, I love ye,” he was saying as he kissed her.

She clung to him, kissing him back hungrily, until she remembered what she’d put into her pouch.

“I brought ye something,” Shona whispered, urgent.

“Show me.”

She bent to her satchel, pulled the oil from her pouch, and then poured a few drops onto her hand.

“What is it?”

“Ye’ll see.” Shona slipped her hand beneath his plaid, palming his thick cock and gliding the mint-herbal oil over his flesh.

Ewan’s mouth fell open and he gasped as curse. “
Mo chreach
.”

“Aye.” The oil would make his skin tingle, make his climax longer, increase his stamina, create more seed, and allow for a very fast recovery time so they could make love for hours and hours both of them climaxing as many times as they wanted to. “’Twill help with both pleasure and conception.”

He cursed again in Gaelic, his eyes hooded with desire as she worked his length with her hand.

Shona stepped up on tiptoe, capturing his mouth as he had laid claim to hers. “Ye’re mine,” she whispered.

“Always.”

As she kissed him, she continued to pump her hand up and down his rigid cock, feeling him grow in size, fuller, stiffer. Her own sex twinged; wet need dripping down her thighs. She’d never get over how much she wanted him. How much her body needed him. Ewan tugged at the laces of her gown, the fabric falling to her feet, and then he was working on removing her chemise. Their lips parted only as he pulled it over her head.

Shona stood nude before him, his weighty cock in her hand. “Let me not be the only one so thoroughly naked.” She smiled wickedly, but before he could undress, she dropped to her knees, unable to get the idea of his cock in her mouth out of her mind.

Keeping her hand around the root, she slid her tongue over his firm, plush head, tasting the mint and oils, feeling them tingle on her tongue.

“Fuck me,” Ewan groaned. “The heat. The cold. ’Tis…” But his voice broke off on a moan as she sucked him in deep.

Shona loved his cock. Loved the feel of it on her tongue. The thickness of it stretching her mouth. The heat of it pulsing between her lips. Up and down she went, pumping her hand in the opposite direction of her mouth, meeting in the middle and then back. She would have kept going, would have gone until his seed poured down her throat, but that was not how a child was conceived, so when Ewan gripped her hair and tugged her up, she obeyed his silent command.

He stripped himself naked, and lifted her in the air, only to settle her rapidly onto his discarded plaid. “More oil.”

He stood above her, his cock proudly looming at attention. ’Twas hard not to rise up on her knees once more to taste his skin, to hold the power of his mighty length in her mouth—and be the one in charge.

She reached for the vial, pouring another healthy amount onto her palm and stroked him until he groaned for mercy, his head falling back.

“Good God, what is in that?”

“My secret recipe.”

“I’ll never last,” he said, his voice husky.

“Oh, aye, but ye will.” She couldn’t help her grin. What power she held with just a few strokes of her hand.

Ewan dropped to his knees and she shoved him backward, climbing over his thighs and straddling his hips, his turgid flesh resting against her curls and touching her belly.

“Ye’re a beautiful vixen.” His grin was wicked, delicious.

Shona leaned over him and sucked on his lower lip. “And ye’re a wicked Highlander.”

“No doubt.” He gripped her hips and lifted her enough for his cock to slide along the wetness of her nether-lips, and when he reached the rim of her opening, he thrust upward.

They both cried out at the breathtaking invasion. The connection of heated flesh on heated flesh. The blazing inferno of desire, need, and magic. For there was magic here. There was magic within them. Whenever they were together the world seemed all the better, all the more amazing and wondrous.

Without waiting for his cue, she began to swivel her hips back and forth, delighting in the rippling sensations of pleasure the movement elicited. She arched her back, gyrating to a rhythm that seemed to vibrate in the very air.

Ewan grabbed hold of her hips, trying to slow her down, but she couldn’t. The oil on his cock made the sensations around her folds and inside of her slick channel sing with tingly pleasure. She rode him quicker, bouncing on his hips as though she’d drive him through the ground. And then, she was breaking apart, her climax sharp and sweet. Ewan dug his fingers into her hips, shuddering beneath her.

“Saints…” he growled, the power of his seed shooting hot.

“Ye’re not done,” she teased.

“Nay.” The moon shone on his face revealing his wonder. “How is this possible? I’m still hard as stone.”

“’Tis the oil, and it’s working just as I hoped it would.”

“I’ll never leave your bed again, woman.”

Shona laughed, her hands flattened to his chest as she dragged in a recovering breath. “At least not for tonight.” A breath later, she started to move again, surprised at how much stamina they both appeared to still have. She wanted more, so much more. And just the thought of that, of her husband, of their love, of this moment, and she was riding him hard once more.

“I love your skin,” Ewan murmured, his hands stroking upward when he realized she’d not relent on her pace. He cupped her breasts, leaned up on his elbow to take a nipple into his mouth. “I love your scent. Your taste.”

She groaned, her movements faltering at his touch. That was his game, to distract her. And he won. Ewan flipped her over onto her back, his cock still buried deep inside her.

With tortured slowness, he withdrew from her body. “I love the way ye feel wrapped around my cock.” Then thrust back in. “I love the way your eyes roll back when I do this.” Again, slow withdraw, hard thrust. “I love the way your lips look plump and rosy when I kiss ye.” And he lowered himself, capturing her mouth with demanding fierceness. “I love the way your legs wrap tight around my hips so I can thrust harder, deeper.” And he did.