Page 37 of Never Kiss a Highlander

“Ach, Finn, that feels so good.”

She no sooner got those words out than she jolted and her entire body shuddered. She shoved her fingers into his hair and tugged until he felt as though he would be bald when they returned to their horses.

“Aye, Finn. Doona stop.”

He pulled her closer and sucked the stiff piece of flesh just begging for his lips, bringing her to more jolts and trembles, until she finally collapsed and released his hair. He took a quick look at the grass to see if fistfuls of his locks lay there.

It appeared his hair had made it. With a quick movement, he climbed up her body and thrust into her wet warmth. He groaned and worried that he would not be able to last long. Something about this woman and the way he affected her was like no other.

He had almost begun to think marriage to Alison would be a good thing.

Not lasting as long as he would have liked to, he gave one final thrust and rolled off, then pulled her close and tucked her against him.

“I’m thinking it would be a good idea to put our clothes back on,” Alison said, with a yawn.

“Aye. ‘Tis private here, but ye ne’er ken who might wander by.”

Now that they had cooled down, it seemed quite chilly, so they dressed and headed back to the horses, hand-in-hand.

Once they reached the keep, they went their separate ways to their own duties. Alison was surprised to feel a sense of lossonce Finn bent and kissed her and strode off to the keep to grab something to break his fast before heading to the lists.

Like a silly, giggly lass, she stared at him until he took the stairs two at a time before disappearing into the great hall.

His strong back, brawny shoulders and muscular legs kept her attention much too long.

She needed to get her mind back on her duties. Just because Finn could make her feel so very good did not mean she could trust him. Or allow him to control her.

Feeling more herself, she walked around to the garden to take note of the herb garden. She entered the kitchen and grabbed a mug of ale, a chunk of bread and an apple. After she was through with the garden, she had decided it was time to do the inventory of meat for the coming winter.

She finally stopped thinking of her husband.

Chapter Sixteen

“How long does it take yer dimwitted brothers to get information about the Mackay castle?” Gilbert slammed his hand on his desk, staring at Archie and Enoch, his youngest son.

Archie shrugged. “I doona ken.”

Gilbert sighed. “I dinna expect ye to ken, I was only saying out loud what I’m thinking.”

There was a knock on the door of the solar. One of the warriors from the front gate poked his head into the room. “My laird, Miles and David have returned.”

Gilbert rubbed his hands together. “Aye, now we can begin to plan.”

The two brothers entered the solar, smiles on their faces. “We found a way to grab the lass.”

Gilbert nodded.

“Finn Mackay has ordered that she canno’ ride from the castle by herself, which she always did before she married the bastard,” Miles said.

“Go on.” Gilbert was losing patience. He wanted this over with, and the land and coin belonging to him. With the small river that flowed through the parcel, it provided much neededwater to his own land, and the coin would provide necessary repairs to the castle and some of his tenants.

“Each morning she goes for a ride. We watched for a few days, and it’s the laird who accompanies her all the time.”

David took up the tale. “According to one of the maids in the kitchen, Lady Mackay doesna like having an escort, but puts up with her husband.”

Miles smiled. “Aye, they are known to take a tumble in the grass before returning to the castle.”

Gilbert held his hand up to stop whatever else they were about to say in order to think about what he could do with that information. “We must find a way to make her leave the castle by herself.”