Tyler, Lynn - For Her Honor [For Her] (Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

Robbie turned back around and smiled at the sight Jocelyn made. She stood at the mirror, fussing with her short hair. She was trying unsuccessfully to pin it up, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

He sent a silent prayer of thanks up to Heaven when he realized that, since they were now married, they could do exactly as they wished. And right now, he wanted to nibble on the swollen bottom lip himself.

He draped the dress over his arm and crept up behind her, meeting her eyes in the glass. “That drives me to distraction,” he whispered, resting his hands on her waist.

“What?” she said, dropping the thick locks of hair in defeat.

“When you nibble on your lip like that,” he said, leaning down to murmur in her ear. He nipped her lobe and moved down her neck.

Laying his lips on the curve of her shoulder, he let his teeth scrape over her skin. He licked delicately at the spot and sucked gently. He raised his head and gazed with satisfaction at the mark he had left, blowing cool air over it.

He felt a bolt of pleasure streak through him when she shivered in his arms. He forced himself away from her with a frustrated sigh. “Put the gown on so we can say farewell to your father,” he said.

Jocelyn slipped it on and presented him with her back. “Will you do up the back laces, please?” she asked.

“Do you not want to wear something under your gown?” he asked hoarsely.

She shook her head and smiled slyly. “They will just get in the way later,” she explained coyly.

Once again Robbie had the sudden urge to fall to his knees. He had never known a woman who could make him hurt with desire, but his virginal, yet far from innocent, bride could make him jump out of his skin.

He gripped the laces and slowly tightened them, taking the time to trace the pale flesh between the laces as he went. By the time he was finished, they were both breathing hard.

Just as Robbie was about to forget the whole thing and entice Jocelyn back to bed, someone knocked on the door. Again. This time it was Jocelyn who answered the door, allowing him the space to gain control of his arousal. Again. “Hello, Jamie,” she said, letting his youngest brother step into the room.

“I just came by to see if the two of you remembered you are supposed to come and say good-bye to your father? You have been quite a while,” he said good-naturedly. He slapped Robbie on the back and grinned. “Will said you are feeling well this morning.” He laughed.

“I will feel better when the two of you stop pestering us,” Robbie muttered, shaking Jamie’s hand off his shoulder. “I was trying to entice Jocelyn to…oh never mind.” He growled when Jamie’s grin deepened.

Somewhere behind him, he heard a stifled gasp. Worried that his comments had upset his wife, he looked over at her, only to find her trying desperately to smother her giggles. “You think this is funny?” he growled, though, in truth, her laughter at the situation only reassured him their marriage might not be a total disaster.

“Y–y–yes,” she said. He reached over to her and wrapped one arm around her waist. She clutched at him as her laughter threatened to weaken her knees.

“I will give you something to laugh about,” he warned before wriggling his fingers over her ribs. She squirmed and shrieked as he tickled her mercilessly. When he finally stopped, she was panting, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her until her breathing slowed.

Jamie cleared his throat and had the grace to look ashamed for continuing to interrupt them. “Jocelyn’s father, Robbie,” he reminded them gently.

Robbie suppressed a sigh of irritation but nodded and led his wife out into the great hall where his new father-in-law was scowling into the fireplace. “You are leaving, then?” Robbie asked, satisfied to see the older man jump. As happy as he was that Jocelyn was now his, he wasn’t ready to forgive her father for forcing them into this. Given the time to court her properly, he had a feeling they would have married anyway. Not that she would have really given him much a chance, given she had run for a nunnery.

But still, that didn’t stop his pride from bristling when he and his father-in-law stood in the same room.

“Yes,” Alasdair snapped without respect. Robbie stepped closer and forced him to look up at him in order to maintain eye contact.

“Remember who you are speaking to,” he warned on a growl.

“And just who is it I am speaking to? The laird of a keep he cannot protect from constant pillaging?” Alasdair asked derisively.

Robbie resisted the urge to show him how dangerous upsetting him could be. He used the one thing he knew would intimidate the older man. “No. Right now, you are currently speaking to your daughter’s husband,” he said with feigned lightness.

Alasdair blanched and staggered back a little, clearly grasping the meaning of his words. “You would stop me from seeing her?” he whispered. It was clear Jocelyn meant much to him.

“No,” he answered honestly. “But it is my hope she will come to care for me and will give me her loyalty.”

Jocelyn moved between the two men as if to stop them from beginning to circle each other. “Gentlemen, please,” she said commandingly. “Papa, you got what you wanted. I am married.”

She looked at Robbie, and he was pleased to see her eyes warming slightly. “Robbie, you have my loyalty, before the law and God. Please do not threaten my father with it.”

Robbie nodded and smiled, satisfied with the outcome of this little meeting. He turned back to his father-in-law and held out his hand. “You will break your fast with us?” he offered hospitably.

Alasdair broke into a reluctant smile, still clearly smarting a little from Robbie’s victory. “It is well past that time, lad. It is the noon meal that is about to be served,” he said as he shook Robbie’s hand firmly.

“Ah, well, you cannot fault a man for missing the morning meal the day after his wedding night, can you?” he shot back, grinning widely. He had a feeling he was going to like his new father-in-law. He could see where Jocelyn got her spirit.

“No, I certainly cannot,” Alasdair said amicably.

They chatted companionably for a while. He found that he quite liked his father-in-law, especially when he regaled them with stories of his new wife as a child. He delighted in Jocelyn’s threats when her father started a story she didn’t want told. He was thrilled when one or two of the stories resulted in Jocelyn sporting a delicate blush.

Hearing the call that signaled the noon meal, Robbie escorted Jocelyn into the dining hall and seated her to his right. His brothers took their seats to his left and the rest of the keep scrambled to find seats at the long tables.

Most seemed surprised to see the couple out of their bedchamber. Or maybe they were surprised to see Jocelyn alive and well after their wedding night.

Scowling, he stared down at the trencher that was set before him. He felt Jocelyn’s small hand land on his knee, and he glanced up to see her smiling encouragingly at him.

He nodded his understanding and lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles, well aware of the stares of the people gathered around them. Smiling back at her, he let go of her hand and glanced at his brothers, noting their own smiles.

He ate carefully, still mindful that his belly might revolt if he forced too much into it. He refused the mead that was served and spent most of his meal imagining what Jocelyn would look like on his bed, writhing underneath him. And bouncing on top of him. And looking over her shoulder at him while he took her from behind.

God’s blood, he had it bad for his wife. He absently toyed with Jocelyn’s fingers, rubbing her fourth finger lightly. He would have to get her a wedding band, and he relished the thought of seeing his ring on her finger. He slowly released her hand and let it fall to his knee under the table.

He was just about to ask Will about the status of the cattle and crop raids when he felt her warm fingers slide up his leg. Jumping, he turned to stare at her, only to find her looking at him innocently. He forced his attention back to whatever Will was saying and nearly swallowed his tongue when her fingers danced along his inner thigh.

Robbie listened distractedly to what his brother was telling him as her fingers crept higher and higher up the bare skin of his leg until she reached the junction where his hip met his leg. She traced small patterns on the sensitive skin of his groin as she leaned across him to speak with Will.

Jocelyn’s scent wafted around him, and he felt her hand wrap around his erection as if measuring his size. She squeezed him and stroked him, and he felt his seed beginning to dampen the tip of his cock.

Unable to take any more teasing, he reached beneath the table under the pretense of picking up a dropped napkin and, thanking God the long cloth draped over the table’s surface covered Jocelyn’s actions, removed her hand from him.

She simply placed her hand back on his thigh and started the slow torture all over again.

* * * *

Jocelyn couldn’t stop smiling. She felt on top of the world. Yes, Robbie had woken up in a black mood, but she had been able to tease him out of it. Her father and Robbie were on speaking terms, and it looked as if they would quickly become friends.

Best of all, she was currently exploring her husband’s lower body under the table, and no one was the wiser.

When she had sent her fingers on their journey she had expected him to react this way. He was fidgety, and his breathing had accelerated noticeably.

What she hadn’t expected was the way she would feel. She felt hot and achy, and a now familiar awareness seemed to throb throughout her body, collecting between her legs.

Her hand bumped into his cock, and she instinctively wrapped her hand around it. She was fascinated with his hardness, his length, his girth, and the warmth of him. It felt like an iron rod covered in velvet. It twitched when she caressed it, and he removed her hand from him.

Undaunted, she repeated her journey, this time dipping her hand below his cock to cup his sac, weighing the heavy stones in her hand. They seemed swollen and tight, and they drew closer to his body with every pass of her hand.

Sliding her hand up his shaft again, she stroked him gently, measuring his length and width in her hand. The thought of him filling her made her flush. She supposed she should be nervous about his size, but logic dictated she would stretch to accommodate him. She had helped the midwife back home, and babies were certainly larger than his cock.

Jocelyn allowed her fingers to wander closer to the head of his erection and stopped with surprise when she felt silken fluid weeping from his tip to drip over her hand. She glanced at his face and saw he was resolutely ignoring her and taking deep, calming breaths.

She rubbed some of the fluid between her fingers and found it slippery. Experimentally, she trailed her thumb through the liquid and spread it around the head of his cock.

He gasped and gripped her wrist, yanking it away from him. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I will embarrass myself if you continue with that,” he breathed, causing gooseflesh to rise on her skin.

Trying to compose her face into an innocent expression, she looked at him from under her lashes. “What do you mean?” she asked slyly.

Robbie groaned quietly in her ear and shifted restlessly. “Jocelyn, you will cause to spill my seed in your hand, as if you did not already know.”

The thought of him receiving pleasure from her touch intensified the ache already building in her pussy. Her nipples tightened, and her whole body hummed with anticipation.

As if he could sense her growing arousal, he chuckled and stroked one broad finger across the pulse pounding in her wrist. “Imp, you will not be disappointed when we finally become husband and wife. Remember the feeling of my fingers tugging on your nipples? You enjoyed that, did you not?’

She shuddered and turned slightly toward him. “Aye.”

He kissed her neck and continued whispering. “I will kiss every bit of skin on you, and when I find out where you like my mouth the most, I will use my teeth and tongue as well. Remember my mouth closing over your nipples? They were as hard as they are now.”

Jocelyn pulled away from him a little, startled he knew how her body was responding to him. He laughed quietly again as he pulled her back to his side. “Loving, your nipples are so hard right now, they are pressing into your gown.”

Resisting the urge to cross her arms over her chest, she pressed her hands flat against her thighs. How had Robbie turned the tables on her so completely?

He leaned even closer into her, placing his lips directly against her ear. To everyone else, it would look as if they were having a quiet word. Only the two of them knew what was going on. Jocelyn felt a perverse thrill at being seduced in public.

She shivered when he continued, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear with every word he spoke. “I will suck on those pretty nipples while I let my hands wander down your soft belly until I reach that soft, secret place between your legs.”

She moved her legs restlessly under the table, panting for breath. She had never been this excited before. “Aye?” she gasped, desperate for him to continue. “Then what?”

He smiled against her neck and continued with his seduction. “I will use just one finger to touch that sweet little clit. I will stroke it, caress it until you are begging me for release.”