Clearly, Euan was enthralled with the new form of pleasure she’d introduced to him. He hadn’t left her side once. Not even to go check on the voyage’s progress.
Three times now Janet had fallen asleep with a sated cock in her mouth and three times she had been woken up to a stiff, thick erection poking at her lips, wanting entry. She always gave it to him, of course, then secreted away a smile when she’d hear her husband moan as he closed his eyes and laid back to enjoy a special treat.
Janet honestly didn’t know how her jaw was withstanding so much sucking, but it was. Every time she got sore to the point where she didn’t think she could carry on, it took but once glance toward Euan’s face to change her mind.
His expression while she sucked on his cock reminded her of what she assumed a little boy who’d discovered masturbating for the first time would look like—gloriously enraptured. A man who had found and captured Nirvana.
* * * * *
Euan simply could not get enough of his wife’s suckling. He knew he was being hard on her poor mouth, but he kept awakening from his slumber with a rock-hard erection and a new load of juice that needed relieved. And by the saints, ’twas bliss the way Janet relieved him. He’d never before experienced such a sinful delight.
“Ah Janet,” he murmured, as he watched her beautiful mouth slurp up his cock. “Keep kissing him,” he groaned. “Dinna stop, love.”
Love. Not a word he’d expected to feel for his wife. Not a word he’d felt for any female save his daughter Glynna.
Nay. With Janet he had felt lust upon seeing her, more lust than he’d ever entertained in his life. Lust that had driven him to capture her twice, lust that had speeded him towards the first village with a priest just so he could rut inside of her, lust that had kept his cock hard and pumping his cream into her more often than he’d believed to be possible.
But somehow over the course of the journey back home, over the course of fucking her mindless and spewing inside of her several times a night, the Lord of the Isles had fallen in love with his captured bride.
He would never let her leave him. Never.
Euan sucked in his breath and groaned as Janet released his cock from her mouth and bent lower to suckle of his man’s sac. Running his fingers through her long curly hair, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the bliss.
Nay. He would never let her go.
Chapter Nine
The castle was beautiful. Janet simply couldn’t get over how gorgeous it was, a mythical looking place that was probably no more than a shell of a relic in her time if indeed it still stood at all. Honestly, she didn’t know. Although she’d heard a great deal about the Isle of Skye, she’d never actually visited it. But she was here now. And wow was it awesome.
The entire island was the most lush, picturesque place she’d ever laid eyes on. Emerald green grass, true blue skies, fragrant bluebells that stood at attention in the wind. It was breathtaking.
And the castle—simply indescribable in its wonder. She gawked at the fireplace in the great hall where she was currently standing, taken aback by how large it was. She would easily be able to stand upright in it and still have a bit of head room. It was that tall. And the width—twenty replicas of her could stand side by side in it. She imagined it took a great deal of kindling to light so massive a structure every day.
And then there was the little girl. Glynna, if she’d understood Euan correctly. She was roughly six years in age and about the prettiest little thing Janet had ever laid eyes on. There was no doubt as to who had fathered this child. If the jet black curls and stubborn jaw hadn’t given away her parentage upon first glance, then the way she’d flung herself into Euan’s arms upon seeing him certainly would have.
What’s more, it was obvious that the father was deeply in love with the daughter. Euan had actually broken into a full smile upon seeing Glynna, bending down, scooping her up off the floor, and affectionately rumpling her fine coif of a hairdo.
Janet had smiled while watching, mesmerized by the sight of it. She’d always wanted children, but she had never thought she’d have one. She didn’t know how she felt about having one now. Latching on to Glynna, a motherless little girl who even now was holding her hand as she stood next to Janet and watched her father order this man and that man about, was paramount to all but giving up any hope of returning to the life she’d known but a week ago.
But did she want to return? Janet wondered silently for at least the fiftieth time. What was there for her really, especially with Morag here in the past? A job she was probably going to get fired from? An empty apartment in Cleveland she rarely saw?
There was no man in her former world that was special to her. No family either for that matter. Her parents had been dead for over five years, killed in a diving accident three days before Janet’s twenty-second birthday.
Neither did she boast any real friends in the future save Morag—Morag whom she was still yet to see. She was beginning to worry that she’d never see her a—
“Janet!”
Wide-eyed, Janet whirled on her heel at the sound of that very welcome voice. Smiling brightly, she continued to clutch Glynna’s pudgy little hand as she opened her arms and giggled when her best friend came bounding into them. “Morag!” she laughed.
“Oh Janet!” Morag hugged her tightly. “I was so verra worried for you!”
“I’m fine,” she promised, hugging her back. “But what about you? How are you?”
Morag released Janet and stepped back a bit. It was then that she noticed Glynna for the first time. She smiled down to the little girl. “And who is this?”
“Glynna,” Janet answered.
“Euan’s daughter?”
