Page 118 of Edge of Yesterday

“Do your duty,” Lord Sutherland ordered.

He started to roll from the bed again, but stilled when Julianna laid a hand on his arm.

“‘Tis tradition,” she said. “They are only teasing. Come, get beneath the covers with me.”

He hesitated. He’d never been one for voyeurism. With a curse, he shot the group a dark frown, yanked the blanket back and crawled in beside Julianna. Cailean experienced a sudden lack of desire. God help him. If he couldn’t perform, the miscreants would stay until he got it right. He could see it now. “Nae, Cailean, that isnae how ye stick your cock into her cunny.”

He closed his eyes and swallowed. Julianna shifted onto him and he jumped.

“He is jumpy as a rabbit. Mayhap he is a virgin,” a female voice said.

“Be gentle with him, Lady Julianna. Ye dinnae want to addle his virginal sensibilities,” said a raucous male voice.

Cailean snapped his gaze onto Julianna. She stared at him without reserve. She didn’t appear the slightest bit embarrassed that a large crowd watched and waited for her to have sex. She took his hand, slid it beneath the blanket and placed it on her breast. His cock began to harden. Julianna squeezed his hand and he took the hint and began massaging her breast. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Their mouths touched and lightning centered on his cock.

“Now that is better,” a woman said.

Cailean broke the kiss and yanked his gaze up. He caught sight of the blanket lifting over his cock. Julianna slipped a hand beneath the cover and Cailean jolted when she curled her fingers around him. Raucous laughter filled the room and he heard, “A woman never before touched his cock,” and, “Mayhap she needs a real man to satisfy her.”

He groaned inwardly. He would never live this down.

“Put the blanket over your head and get on top of me,” Julianna whispered.

He looked at her, his mind blank.

“Once ye have pleasured yourself inside me, they will leave us alone.”

“That would be pretty damn selfish of me,” he muttered.

She laughed. “If ye choose to pleasure me while they are here, I cannae stop ye.”

“What is that ye are saying, Lady Julianna?” a man called. “Are you instructing him on how to please ye?”

Bloody hell, if he didn’t make love to her—if what he was about to do could be called lovemaking—he would never live down the fact he couldn’t bed his wife on their wedding night. What does it matter, a small voice asked?

It mattered.

~*~

When Cailean pulled the covers up over them and settled himself between Julianna’s legs, she might have thought him a man climbing the steps to the hangman’s noose. His grim expression gave her pause. Then his hardened cock butted the entrance to her channel. The man was rattled by an audience, but he was all man. She kept her eyes on his face as he gently probed until he slipped inside. She tensed, caught unprepared by the stretching sensation. Walter had been a large man, but Cailean made her feel as if she stretched to the limit.

“Are ye all right?” Cailean whispered.

She nodded.

“I’m hurting you,” he said.

Julianna shook her head. Nothing could be further from the truth. He felt…good. “All is well,” she said.

He hesitated, and she feared he would stop. Julianna grasped his buttocks—firm buttocks she noticed with a thrill—and pulled him deeper inside her. She gasped.

He buried his face in her neck and whispered in her ear, “If I have hurt ye, Julianna…”

She shook her head and choked back a moan. “‘Tis heaven.”

He yanked his head up and looked down at her. “Are you certain?”

She wiggled beneath him. “I will be much happier when you move.”