“Aye.” His gravelly voice deepened and helda note of…she didn’t know what. “You will be well cared for here,Lady Veronica. You will be safe, protected, and have a comfortableplace to lay your head.”
She assumed that meant she’d either bebunking with Victor or getting her own room. The thought cheeredher, made a soft smile form on her lips. “You are kind andgenerous.”
He grunted. Her smile faltered.
“Did I say something wrong?” she asked.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether ‘kind’ and ‘generous’ arepleasing attributes for a laird in your world.”
She blinked. Were theynotpleasingattributes in the Middle Ages? Was he supposed to be hard andmerciless at all times? “Of course,” she drawled out. “Don’t youfind kind and generous people pleasant to be around?”
“For a wench, aye. ‘Tis not how I would goaboot describing a warrior, much less a warlord.”
“I meant no insult,” she quickly assuredhim.
His eyes seemed to smile. Veronica wonderedif he ever smiled fully, lips and all. “Well,” she both admittedand quipped, “thank you for teaching me how to insult men whodisplease me in your time.”
His lips curved wryly. Her heartbeat spedup. It wasn’t a full smile, but she’d take it.
“You are most welcome,” he said, hisexpression bemused. “I will try not to displease you.”
She half laughed and half snorted. “You’redoing a good job so far.”
They stood in silence. His dark gaze rakedover her body, seared it. She’d never felt so self-conscious in herlife. She wanted to continue their conversation, but didn’t knowwhat else to say. Just like with every other social nicety in hertime, she was very out of practice.
“I-I should go for now,” Veronica hedged.Luckily, she was as quick on her feet mentally as she wasphysically because this man was sucking the thoughts straight outof her brain. “It’s dinnertime and I’m hungry.”
He slowly nodded. “We will speak again verrasoon.” It was a command, not a question.
“We will.” It was a promise, though she hadno idea why she’d made it.
“Safe travels and good day, LadyVeronica.”
After dinner in the shower, Veronicawondered if the laird was still watching her. She doubted it. Whywould he continue watching someone he was no longer speaking withtwo hours after their conversation had ended? Certainly he hadlaird things to do, whatever that amounted to. Nevertheless, theknowledge that hecouldbe watching her was unexpectedlyarousing. She felt her clit pulse and her nipples harden under thestreaming, hot water.
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
Her hands glided over her distended nipples,forcing a moan from her. She played with them, tweaking andtouching, until her breathing was heavy. Closing her eyes on agroan, she reached one hand between her thighs and found herpulsating clit. She touched it tentatively at first, growing bolderwith her exploration as she found just the right position formaximum arousal. Two of her fingers rubbed the swollen bud, hermovements quickening with her breathing.
Veronica’s thoughts remained on the broodinglaird as she worked her body into a fevered pitch. Physically, shenow understood he’d always aroused her. After today she realized healso mentally stimulated her. She rubbed her clit harder andfaster, moaning and groaning, wishing she could fill herself withLachlan’s cock. She rubbed and rubbed, her nipples rock hard, untilat last—
She came hard and loud, groaning like ananimal from the intensity of her orgasm. Blood rushed to her face,nipples, and clit, enflaming her entire body. Her eyes remainedclosed as her groan faded to a whimper, flicking open when at lastshe regained her senses.
“Wow.” She breathed in deeply and exhaledshakily. “Haven’t donethatin years,” she murmured to noone.
As her body began to relax, a peacefulsleepiness set in. Veronica turned off the shower and wrapped herbody in a clean towel. She slept naked that night, praying her bodydidn’t slip out from beneath the covers so her brother didn’t catchher in the nude. That would be a little too awkward.
It was Lachlan—dark, mysterious Lachlan—whoshe went to sleep thinking about. He was strong, powerful, andseemed to care about her welfare for whatever reason. He evenwatched over her in her dreams.
*****
Lachlan came on a growl, seed spurting fromhis cock. His breathing ragged, his heart beating like mad, hecontinued tugging at his shaft until all his cum was spent. She hadbewitched him with all certainty. Was she here in the flesh hewould ride her for the whole of the eve, pumping in and out of herpussy until they were both too exhausted to move.
But she wasn’t here. Not yet.
