Page 41 of Highland Steel

“I – I think I’m starting to feel that feeling again,” she told him.

He huffed and puffed and could barely speak. “Let’s find that feelin’ together,” he told her.

Then, almost as if his permission gave her the courage to do so, she climbed to that height once again. As she screamed out her pent-up passion, Logan growled, sounding a lot like his wolf. Then their motions started to slow and his seed of life filled her. He collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her atop the head.

“Och, that was guid, lassie. Did ye feel it, too?”

“I did,” she said, throwing her leg over him, half-laying atop him, liking the way their naked bodies felt pressed up against each other. “You were right. I found that feeling twice. And I think our bodies melded into one.”

“Ye arena regrettin’ our action, are ye?” He looked as if he was really worried.

“Nay, Logan, I’m not.” She ran a hand over his hair. “I loved every minute of it. Thank you for loving me.”

“Love?” His head jerked and his body tensed.

“Well, yes. We made love, so that’s what I meant. Why? Did you think I meant something else?” She was falling in love with him, but she had to be careful. Highlanders like Logan weren’t the kind of men who seemed to like to be tied down. Hopefully, she hadn’t scared him off.

“Of course no’,” he said, but she could tell it was still bothering him. She could have kicked herself now for saying that.

The sound of a barking dog got louder and closer. Then came the sound of an animal scratching at the shed door.

“What’s that?” She clung to Logan for protection, looking over at the door, hoping it wouldn’t open.

“It sounds like a dog,” he said, getting up and walking across the small area. He reached out to open the door.

“Nay! Don’t open it,” she cried but it was too late.

“Down, Trapper,” grunted Logan. “Ye are scratchin’ me. Now get down.”

“Trapper?” she asked, hearing the name of Ethan’s dog. If his dog was here, Ethan was sure to follow. And if so, he’d see her naked and know what she and Logan had just done. She hurriedly grabbed for her shift, pulling it over her head. She wanted to don her gown but remembered they’d left it on the ground at the edge of the water.

“Logan? Are ye in there?” came Ethan’s voice.

“It’s me. What do ye want?” Logan answered.

“Well, hello to ye, too,” said Ethan. “I was lettin’ Trapper out to piss and he took off toward the water. When I followed him, I heard what sounded like a woman screamin’. And I heard the sound of growlin’, too. I thought mayhap that damned wolf of yers was hurtin’ someone.”

“Nay, everythin’s fine, now guidnight.” He went to slam the door but Ethan’s hand shot out and stopped it.

“Ye’re standin’ in a shed naked. Do ye want to tell me what the hell is goin’ on?”

“I went for a swim and decided to sleep here tonight, that’s all. Now guidbye.” He tried once more to close the door, but Trapper pushed his way inside and ran over to Rhoswen.

Rhoswen picked up the blanket and held it up to her chest, walking backward away from the dog, almost falling as she backed into the chair.

“What’s that noise?” asked Ethan.

“Bluidy hell, Ethan, will ye take yer hound and go?” growled Logan.

“Ye’ve got a lassie in there with ye, dinna ye?” Ethan asked with a chuckle.

“Nay. It’s just me. Now leave me alone.”

“I see.” Ethan’s hand shot out, holding on to their clothes. “Then I suppose ye willna want this lady’s gown I found on the ground near the water that looks an awfully lot like Rhoswen’s.”

Logan let out a deep sigh and glanced over his shoulder at Rhoswen.

“It’s all right, Logan,” she said softly, knowing it no longer mattered since Ethan already knew about their secret tryst. “Thank you, Ethan,” she called out.