He obediently walked to the chair, flexing his sculpted ass and thighs with every slow step. The grand tease knew what he was doing and did it well.She shook herself free of the mesmerizing play of muscle beneath burnished flesh, grabbed a pair of scissors out of the desk drawer, and hacked at the plastic clamshell packaging until she managed to work the precious playthings free.
Sitting with his legs spread, his cock at attention, and his hands folded behind his head, he slowly licked his lips as Lilia walked toward him. “Ye’ve got me aching as though I’ve never felt the wonder of yer heat before.”
“Good.” His feelings mirrored hers. She knelt between his knees, then leaned forward and ran her tongue from the base of his shaft slowly up to the tip. His sharp intake of breath made her smile. Wait ’til he felt the vibrating cock ring while he was buried inside her. She squirmed in place, her clit throbbing at the very thought of it. In one sliding motion, she smoothed the star-studded condom down his swollen shaft. “Ready?”
“Oh . . . aye, love. That I am.”
Heart pounding with anticipation, she worked the cock ring down over the condom and settled it against the base of his impressive erection. “Not uncomfortable?” She watched him closely. The man was well hung. She didn’t want anything to damage his fine piece of artillery.
He shifted a bit in the chair. “Nay. Not too tight—just different.”
She rose, straddled his body, then leaned forward and gave him a reassuring, blood-heating kiss. Then she leaned back with a smile. Rubbing her body up and down his torso, she pushed her breasts together and guided her nipples to his mouth.
He slid his hands up and down her back as he sucked and nipped at her. The head of his cock bounced against her, teasing up and down across her slit until he groaned, grabbed her just below the cheeks of her ass, and slid her down into place.
With his hands still kneading her breasts, she slowly rocked backward then forward on his long hard shaft, then stretched forward and claimed his mouth, tonguing and suckling him with the same erotic rhythm of her body. His hips matched her rocking movement, bucking and arching into her as she rode faster.
She lifted her mouth from his, smiling as she slid her hand down between them. She wanted to see his face when she flipped the switch. Oh so carefully, she found the knobby bead snugged up against her clit and squeezed. A moan escaped her as the cock ring and its promising little knot ofhell yes!vibrated to life.
Graham’s eyes flew wide open and his hands clutched at her ass. “Saint’s teeth!” He peered down between them.
“Do you like it?” How could he not? She rocked and ground into him harder and faster. At the rate she was careening toward orgasm central, this might not even be an eight-second ride.
“Son of a bitch!” He clutched her harder, bucking his hips to drive himself deeper.
Orgasmic bliss overtook reason. Lilia grabbed hold of the spindled tops of the chair, crying out and hanging on for dear life as she shuddered and shook atop his buzzing shaft.
He roared and rolled them to the floor, lifted her ankles to his shoulders, and pounded furiously into her. Veins bulging, muscles tensed, he hammered harder and harder until another wave of shuddering orgasms rocked through her. He suddenly stiffened, clutching hard against her with a strained groan. Lilia fell limp back into the pillows, her legs still draped over his shoulders as he pumped and spasmed inside her. Not bothering to open her eyes, she slid her hand down to the magical ring and squeezed the wondrous little clit-pleasing knob until the vibrations stopped.
He collapsed atop her, still gasping for breath. “Never in my life. . .”
“I know.” Lilia snuggled against him with a contented, purring groan. “Aren’t batteries awesome?”
“Aye.” Graham pecked a weary kiss to her damp temple. “The wee bastards are a gift from the gods themselves.”
CHAPTER16
Graham bent, hanging onto the door of the strange metal box as he sorted through the items in the bright frigid interior. Not a bit of meat to be found. What he wouldn’t give for a bit of venison. A hard clear box filled with what looked to be a block of yellow cheese caught his attention. That would have to do.He tucked it into the crook of his arm and closed the door to the magical tomb of coldness.
“I had begun to think ye’d gone back to the past without me.” Angus pushed through the swinging kitchen doors, yanked a chair out from the table, and plopped into the seat. “Where the hell were ye last night?” He drummed his fingers on the table. The drumming gradually faded then stopped. “Never ye mind. I ken by the look on yer face.”
Graham ignored him and retrieved a crusty loaf of bread from the tin at the back of the counter. When he turned back toward Angus sitting at the table, he froze in place. “What the hell happened to ye?”
Glowing yellow-green splotches of color stained Angus’s arms, hair, and the lower half of his face. The only part of him completely free of the strange splashes of color was the area around his eyes. Angus shook his head and lifted his hands in despair. “I didna ken this thing they called a paintball gun and I didna wield the weapon well. They said I shouldha wore the full face mask and overclothes they offered but I dinna think it wouldha helped my aim a damn bit.”
Graham plopped the bread and cheese on the table, returned to the cold box, and retrieved a glass pitcher filled with the orange-colored liquid Lilia had called juice. “Yer bit of paintball war was late yesterday, was it not? Do ye not think ye should be washing this morn?”
Angus stared at Graham as though he thought he had lost his mind. “I washed yesterday morn. Ye ken ’tis not healthy to wet yer body overly much—even in the heat of summer.”
“Ye smell worse than a Highland goat most of the time. I ken that well enough. I grant ye would find ye survive just fine if ye found yer way to the water a bit more often than ye do.” Graham wrinkled his nose as the oddity of the small, bladed machine whirling on the kitchen counter blew a gust of air past Angus and wafted it over to him. Angus might have washed as recently as yesterday but ye would never know it by the smell of him. The man reeked.
“Never ye mind about me washing. Where be yer lady?” Angus stretched across the table and helped himself to a chunk of the cheese.
“My fine woman took a . . . ” Graham paused, glared at Angus, then drew out the word slowly,“shower.”Angus was oblivious to the subtle hint. There was no changing the stinking bastard.Graham huffed out a disgruntled breath while nodding toward the door leading to the garage. “And now she’s gone for her morning visit with Mistress Eliza.”
“Ye ken ’tis not going to be pleasant when the old woman decides the time has come to move on?” Angus wrapped his hand in his shirttail, then scrubbed at a particularly large splotch of green paint staining his arm.
Graham tore off a hunk of bread, wrapped it around a bit of cheese, then shoved it in his mouth. He washed it down with a deep draw of the orange liquid. Strange, stringy stuff, that juice.Lilia had called itpulp.He swished another swallow of the tangy liquid around his mouth and slowly lowered the glass to the table. Angus was right. Lilia would not handle her guardian’s passing well.“That unpleasantness is one of the verra reasons we are here.” He refilled his glass then clamped the lid back on the jug and pushed the juice to the center of the table. “Do ye not recall Mother Sinclair telling us so?”
