Maggie had undressed and washed herself. Sitting on the bed, she brushed her long hair thoughtfully. “I never would have thought Fin would betray me,” she said.
“Och!” Grizel replied. “He’s a man, and men will satisfy their needs. He probably hasn’t given her a thought since until tonight.” She drew the coverlet up and took the brush from Maggie’s hand. “Go to sleep. Yer man loves ye, and ye alone.”
But Maggie could not sleep at first. She had never considered her husband with another woman. Oh, she knew he had had others before her, but since they were married? She didn’t know what to think. Was he tiring of her? Would he, like so many other men, take a mistress eventually? Well, she wouldn’t have it! If he couldn’t be satisfied with his wife for a lover, then he would have to turn celibate. Or if he would take a mistress, then he could hardly object to her taking a lover. Propped against the cover, Maggie sat waiting for her husband to come up from the hall.
As he entered their bedchamber, Fingal Stewart saw his wife through the haze of all the wine he had consumed this evening. “Mag—gie mine,” he slurred the words, smiling at her boyishly.
“Yer drunk!” she said in a hard voice. “And just how did ye know about Flora Kerr, my lord? Did ye tumble the wench when I carried yer sons? How could ye betray me? If I had known now what I didn’t know in the hall, I would have gone to the king’s bed myself tonight. What’s sauce for the gander should certainly be sauce for the goose!”
“Ye think I fucked Flora Kerr?” He was astounded.
“Well, didn’t ye? How else would ye know of her?” Maggie demanded.
“Everyone in the goddamned village knows of Flora,” Fin replied, the haziness gone to be replaced by a headache. “She’s not like Jeannie, the village’s whore. She offers herself only to those whose wives are breeding. She’s respected for it.”
“Ye didn’t answer my question,” Maggie said angrily. “Did ye fuck her?”
“Nay! I did not fuck her,” Fin replied, his temper beginning to rise. “Am I some weakling that I canna abstain from passion when my wife is carrying my bairns?”
Maggie burst into tears, much to her horror and Fin’s astonishment. “I couldn’t bear it if ye were with another woman,” she sobbed. “Yer the only man I’ve ever loved, Fingal Stewart. I will always be true to ye!”
“What if I died in battle?” he teased her, trying to defuse the situation.
“I’d die too!” Maggie swore dramatically.
“Ye can’t die if I die. Who would look after our lads? They can’t lose both parents, Maggie mine.” Kicking off his boots, he climbed into the bed and gathered her into his arms. “I’m not going to die, love, and neither are ye.”
“If ye die before me, I’ll never remarry,” she told him earnestly.
“And if ye die before I do,” he countered, “I’ll just take a mistress.”
“What?” She began to pound on him with her fists.
Laughing, Fin caught her wrists and pressed Maggie back against the pillows. He kissed her until they were both breathless. His hand slid beneath her night garment and up her leg to give her buttock a squeeze. She began to undress him, pulling off his jerkin, his shirt, then running her hands over his smooth, hard chest. His hands went to the neckline of her gown. He smothered her protest with a kiss as he ripped the garment open to get at her beautiful round breasts. His dark head dipped, his tongue pushing into the valley between the soft yet firm orbs as he struggled from his breeks.
Maggie’s fingers threaded themselves through his thick black hair. She teased the sensitive nape of his neck with just the tips of those fingers before she clutched at him, feeling the hard flesh of his torso as her hands caressed him. She moaned as his mouth closed over one of her nipples and began to suckle on her. She loved the tug of his lips on her, and squirmed against him, encouraging him. “Aye, my lord and love! Ohh, that feels so good. Dinna stop.”
It was a request he enjoyed complying with, and he sucked on the nipple harder and harder. Then unable to help himself, he nipped at her with his teeth. She squealed, but the sound was more of pleasure than of pain. He transferred his attentions to her other nipple lest it feel neglected, and began to draw deeply on the sentient flesh while her hands stroked him, and she murmured encouragement into his ear between nibbling and kissing it. His cock was already hard, but he wanted more of her than just a quick tumble.
She felt him against her thigh, and reached down to grasp his length, squeezing him, reaching beneath him to tickle his lightly furred balls. He hissed a warning, and she ceased her play, reaching about to squeeze his buttocks instead. After a moment, he slid away from her, rolling onto his side. His hand went to her mons, and cupping it, he crushed it gently several times. A bolt of pleasure shot through her. “Oh, Fin!” she murmured.
He stroked her slit slowly, slowly, with a single finger until he felt the moisture beginning. The finger pressed through the damp folds to find her little jewel. He teased it until he felt it swelling. Then the finger moved to the opening of her love sheath. He pushed the finger into her, smiling when he heard her whisper urgently to him, “More!”
Two fingers began to pleasure her, and Maggie squirmed shamelessly upon those fingers, whimpering. And when he sensed she was close, he ceased withdrawing his fingers from her wet sheath as she protested.
“Now, madam, I mean to punish ye for thinking I would consort with Flora Kerr while yer belly was big with my sons,” Fingal Stewart said. “Ye will play the whore and beg me for my passion.”
“Never!” Maggie cried furiously as he mounted her.
“Aye, ye will. Ye will say, please, my lord, fuck me with your big cock as ye would fuck yer beautiful, foolish, needlessly suspicious wife,” he told her, putting just the head of his manhood at the opening of her sheath.
Maggie attempted to buck him off as she swore at him, but she only succeeded in helping him to press a small ways into her sheath. “Nay, you devil! I’ll not say it! Ye want me right now as much as I want ye! It’s all yer fault I grew concerned.”
“My fault?”He was astounded. “How is it my fault?” Jesu, he was boiling with desire and wanted nothing more than to plunge himself deep into her, but if he did before she obeyed him, he would lose her respect.
“Because ye knew who Flora Kerr was!” Maggie said with complete female logic. God’s toenail! The little bit of him within her felt so good. She wanted him to sheath himself completely and make her scream with delight, but she was not going to grovel. He would lose respect for her.
“For God’s sake, Maggie, say it!” he groaned. “Ye know ye want me.”
