A glance over at the door leading to the curtain wall assured Catriona that it was bolted, too, and they were free to finish what they’d started.
“Faster, woman,” Alexander said with a barely stifled groan as he bucked beneath her.
“Gladly.” Catriona rode harder, arching her back and holding tight to Alexander’s shoulders. He filled her to perfection. So hot. So hard. Such fine exquisite strokes in all the right places. She bit her lip to keep from shouting as she increased the momentum then exploded with pure bliss.
Alexander rumbled with a low growl, clutching her buttocks tight as he emptied inside her, pumping and jerking with the effort. He arched so tense and hard with his pleasure he lifted her into the air. She sat astraddle him, feet dangling above the bench. His moment spent, he eased back down and pulled her to his chest.
“I’m verra glad ye needed to sit awhile and rest, dear wife,” he panted into her hair as she struggled to catch her own breath.
The latch to the door on the side of the skirting wall rattled, and it bumped against the brace across it. “Son of a bitch! Who the hell locked all three doors?” The door thudded with the angry thumping of a fist. “Open this door! Whoever ye are! Open this door this instant!” Another thud, one much closer to the floor, shook the door. More than likely a kick. “I dinna ken who ye are, ye lazy bastard, but come out! Your shirking of your duties is over!”
Catriona burst into a fit of giggles, burying her face against Alexander’s throat to muffle them as best she could. She couldn’t quite place the voice on the other side of the door but she thought it sounded like Ranald, one of Clan Neal’s best hunters and also one of their best fighters with a spear. She pressed a kiss to Alexander’s salty-sweet skin. “Reckon we should make ourselves presentable and open the doors?”
Alexander smiled and winked. “As soon as ye’ve sworn that I’ve no' shirked my husbandly duties.”
“Oh no, dear husband.” Catriona squeezed him with her thighs as she gave him a slow kiss and teased him with her tongue. “Ye’ve no' shirked anything. I’m verra pleased indeed.”
The door rattled and thumped again. “I fetched the chieftain’s brothers! Ye best open this door afore we knock it down.”
“Hold fast!” Alexander shouted. “Impatient bastard,” he added under his breath.
Catriona shook with stifled giggles as she climbed off Alexander, fluffed out her skirts, and snugged the laces of her bodice. With a hurried pat to her hair, she retrieved her arisaidh from the floor and wrapped it back around her shoulders. She pressed her legs tight together, reveling in the warm wetness of Alexander’s release and praying a wee bairn had taken hold.
Alexander stood and straightened his kilt then looked to Catriona.
“I’m ready.” She gave him a smile and a nod. Aye. She was ready indeed. Alexander had turned her into a wanton. She’d be more than pleased to spend her days in their bed, loving the moments away. She wondered if many wives felt this way about their husbands.
Alexander strode across the room, unbolted it, and yanked it open to a very sheepish looking Ranald and a beaming from ear to ear Duncan and Sutherland.
“At work planning battle strategies, brother?” Sutherland asked, a knowing smirk on his face.
“At work makin’ bairns,” Duncan said under his breath with a snorting huff.
Catriona’s cheeks heated as though on fire. She cleared her throat and lifted her head as she walked out the door and pushed her way through the group of men. “We were merely checking the strength of the doors in case of siege.” She looked back at Alexander. “I say the tower room is secure. Aye, husband?”
“Indeed.” Alexander caught up with her, offered his arm, then looked back at the three men still standing beside the opened door. “Good day to ye, lads.”
