Page 40 of The Highlander’s Improper Wife

Taran jerked his hand from between her legs. Loosening the ties of his breeches, he freed his erect, swollen rod. Juice seeped from the slit, glistening on the ruddy head. Taran grasped the underside of her knees, tugged her to the edge of the seat, and spread her thighs wide.

Positioning his rod at her opening, he looked at her face and thrust his cock into her pussy. Invading, stretching, oh God, sending her straight into delirium. His hips pumped, pounding his shaft into her. An orgasm rolled over her. She thrashed, crying his name as her inner walls convulsed around him.

Taran groaned, clenching his jaw as he increased his speed.

Bracing her hands behind her back, she rolled her hips.

“Ah fuck.” Taran leveraged over her, plunging hard, rearing back, then slamming deep again. Sweat beaded across his brow. Muscles bunched in his arms. Unlike the sweet love he’d rained over her last night, he ploughed into her channel. Taking, demanding, consuming. Secret pleasure surged within her. He’d lost his control and fucked her like a woman—not his wife.

A shout from above broke into their lust-filled cocoon, and the carriage jerked as it slowed.

Caroline cried out. Tarah ripped from her body and jerked her dress down. He shoved his cock into his breeches and tugged the ties closed. She gasped when he yanked up his trouser leg and pulled a small pistol from within his boot. He shoved the weapon into the waistband at his back, then swung the door open and jumped to the ground.

A male voice she didn’t recognize said, “Your sister, my lord.”

Taran cursed. “Fiona?” “Aye,” the man said.

Caroline stilled. His sister?

“What has she done?” Taran demanded.

“Run off to Edinburgh, m’laird.”

“By God,” he muttered. “Where is Ran? The coward should have come himself and faced me with the explanation of how a slip of a girl bested him.”

“She administered enough laudanum to put him down for two days,” the man said. “A maid discovered him and sent word to Strathmore.”

“Leave it to a woman,” Taran muttered, then, “You will ride with Davis and the carriage to escort my wife to Strathmore.” He glanced at Caroline. “I am sorry.” He slammed the door shut.

She slid across the cushion and opened the door. “What has happened?”

Taran untethered his horse from the rear of the carriage, then stepped into the saddle and swung his leg over the horse. He urged the beast up to the door. “Do not choose this moment to try me.”

Caroline jumped back when he shoved the door closed again.

He spurred the horse forward. “I expect you at Strathmore by supper,” he said, and kicked the horse’s belly. The animal lunged forward.

Caroline fell back against the seat when the carriage wobbled into motion.

* * * *

Despite her best effort, Caroline felt the surprise on her face when Fiona’s maid told her that Taran’s youngest sister had eloped. The maid’s eyes widened as if acknowledging she’d overstepped her bounds.

“No need to fret. You have a friend in me,” Caroline hurriedly assured her. She patted the place beside her on the couch.

Jennet glanced at the bedchamber door as if expecting the housekeeper to burst in any moment.

Caroline rose and hurried to the door. She slid the lock into place and turned. “There now, no one can interrupt.”

The girl cast a nervous glance at the door.

“Never mind.” Caroline crossed to where Jennet stood at the foot of the bed and gently grasped her arm while leading her back to the bench that sat near the window. She eased the maid onto the bench and sat beside her. “My husband took off as if chased by the devil himself, and gave no explanation. You can imagine my concern.” The girl nodded vigorously.

“That infernal Davis remained silent as a mute.” Try as she might, she had been unable to coax more than an ‘Aye, my lady’, and ‘Nay, my lady’, from any of the men on the remainder of the trip. “Tell me, why did my sister-in-law elope? Surely, my husband would give her a suitable wedding.”

“Indeed, he would,” Jennet agreed. “Only, Fiona is but sixteen years old.”

“Sixteen?” Caroline gave a slow nod. “Yes, I can see why he would object. But why does Fiona not wait? And the groom.” She grimaced. “He cannot want a green girl.”