"I’ve something in mind that ye would nae want anyone to see." Gawain grinned at her. She couldn't help the deep flush that enveloped her face. Just tell me if ye need me to stop."
Gawain set her down inside one of the empty horse stalls, quickly turning her around, her face the wall of the wooden stall. Rushing, he rolled up the layers of her skirts until Davinia could feel the air on her bare skin.
She was worried someone could walk in at any time. Unlike the dark garden and the privacy of Gawain's chambers, this was more exposed. It was the stables after all. Anyone could come for a horse." Gawain, perhaps we should take this elsewhere?"
"I doubt either of us could wait that long. Do nae fret, I’ll make this quick." A shiver ran down her body at the sound of his voice next to her ear. Gawain sealed his words with a wet kiss to the crook of her neck as he pressed himself closer to her, a hand pulling her against him while the other undoing his breeches.
Davinia's breath came out in low pants at the feel of his fingertips brushing over her stomach, sliding down to part her hips slightly. She could feel him positioned at her entrance when a loud voice came from outside the stable.
Davinia froze, her eyes wide when Gawain slid into her at the same time. Her hand slapped over her mouth to help muffle the moan that slipped out at the intrusion while her other hand left the wall to pinch harshly at Gawain's exposed thighs, but that did nothing to stop him.
The person at the entrance of the stable kept a conversation with another person outside while Davinia swallowed her sounds of pleasure as Gawain kept a fast pace though not bottoming out inside of her. His hands latched on to her hips, pulling her back into every thrust until Davinia took over the motion.
What was she doing? They could get caught, this was an awful position to get caught in but she didn't care. The thrill of doing something that daring only fueled the pleasure. Gawain fumbled with her clit, and a moan slip out.
She clamped her lips shut, hoping she hadn't given them out. Thankfully, the people outside the stall started to retreat. Almost on cue, Gawain quickened his pace, going all the way with his thighs smacking her backside every time he thrust into her. Davinia could feel her insides start to tighten. "Gawain, I do nae think I can last any longer."
"Just a while longer. " Gawain’s forehead dipped down to press against hers as he also moaned for the first time. Her insides grew tenser when he did and tingled with a mounting pulse.
The tingling feeling spread from her clitoris to the back of her legs, where Gawain’s thighs met them. He couldn’t stop now, she deepened his thrust by forcing her hips harder onto his hips. Her legs were going to give out, she needed something to clench onto and she grabbed him. It was no use, even her fingers were throbbing now. The tingles shot across the rest of her body like lightning, and she screamed.
Her brain went blank.
She didn't even hear the hiss of her name leave his lips as she clamped down against him amidst her high. His hips stuttered once, twice before pushing deep as he buried his head into the golden softness of her hair as their pleasure peaked together.
Every nerve in her body softened, and all her muscles relaxed. All she could feel was pleasure and peace.
She was soon enveloped by the warm weight of him partially leaning on top of her, his hands on either side of her head on the wall. Gawain gave a lazy thrust back into her as he twitched, sated and soft inside her. They stayed like that for a long time, until his weight became too much, and she gently prodded him to the side. Smiling softly to herself when he just grunted.
"Once again, we got lucky, eh?" She looked at him as she pulled down her skirts, smoothing down any wrinkle on the material that could give away her previous activities. Gawain leaned against the stall wall, face glistening with sweat as he tucked himself away, much to Davinia's embarrassment.
"Why do ye mean, we got lucky? We almost got caught!" Gawain shot her a teasing grin is response to which she turned her back to him, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. "Do nae do something like that again." She tried to scold him, but his laughter told her she failed. Still, he wrapped his arms around her, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek from behind.
"As ye wish, M'eudail."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Davinia trailed right after Gawain. The adrenaline from their previous stunt started to leave her, causing her short distance from Gawain. Her arms were wrapped around herself, and her hands rubbed down her arms, trying to reassure herself that no one saw or heard them while the tiny voice in her head scolded her for letting such a thing happen. When it came to Gawain, she found herself wanting nothing to please him, ending up in situations she would have never dreamt about.
She was lost in thought and did not realize it until she bumped into him, her cheeks immediately flaming up at the smug look on his face before she averted her eyes. Her actions caused him to laugh, which she only squeaked at, turning around to hide her full-blown blush.
How vile could he possibly get?
"I’ll seek out Caillen once I get in. Ye said ye still have work to do?" Gawain asked once his laughter died down, and Davinia meekly nodded. "Lighten up, m'eudail. ‘Tis over now. Unless ye want to go back."
"Oh hush, Gawain!" She pushed past him in mock annoyance as a small smile broke out on her face once she was ahead. Gawain continued to follow her until she was almost at the kitchens, and they heard a commotion.
Inching closer to Gawain, Davinia was easily shielded behind him as they made their way toward the noise, a wailing, to be exact. The crying came from the grand hall where Gawain broke his defensive stance at the sight before them.
A maid...no, the Erica she caught in the Laird's chambers was kneeling at the feet of the Laird looked beaten and bruised while his wife and Lady Flora tried their best to console her but to no advantage. Davinia pushed past Gawain toward the crying lass, wrapping her arms around her as much as she could before turning to her sister with a questioning gaze.
"She says she was attacked by someone. She has refused to tell us who it was." Emer answered as she rose to her feet with the help of Lady Flora, cradling her stomach as she did. "Perhaps she will talk to ye?" Davinia nodded, raising the girl's face to wipe off her tears with the sleeve of her dress.
"Easy lass, try to calm down. I ken ye’re in a great deal of pain now, and anyone would cry if treated like this, but I need ye to calm down just a wee bit." Davinia repeatedly dabbed at the girl's eyes with her sleeve before a handkerchief was handed to her by Scott, who she had not noticed behind the laird. Looking up, she even caught sight of Hector leaning against the railing of the stairs behind Caillen. She found it a bit off that everyone gathered in the hall for this. Was it her crying that brought them out, or were they gathered there before the maid came in?
Davinia pushed her thoughts aside as she managed to stand with the girl while still dabbing at her face with the handkerchief.
"It seems someone is attacking our servants now," Caillen spoke up before revealing a blood-stained cloth that was torn from something else. "A lad ran in here demanding to see Gawain, and he was holding this. He said his name was Hansel. Apparently, they found the body of Gawain's maid, Ida, was it nae?"
