Page 29 of Married to her Kilted Enemy

“Why are they followin’ us?” she whispered to Odhrán, puzzled.

“He’s going tae his room, or at least, the room where he always sleeps when he’s here,” Odhrán whispered back. They came to their own door and paused as Rollo and Ursula passed them.

“Good night tae ye, Cousin. Good night, me lady,” Rollo said, his voice laced with sarcasm as he opened the door to the chamber next to their own.

“Good night tae ye both,” Ursula added in a timorous voice, smiling at them before Rollo pushed her inside, followed her in, and shut the door.

Maddison put her hands on her hips, gawking at the closed door. “Ye mean tae say he’s sleepin’ in the room next tae us?” she said in disbelief.

Odhrán opened their door and ushered her in. “He’s always done that, taken the second-best rooms, right next to the laird’s chambers,” he said, pushing the door closed and starting to unbuckle his sword belt.

“Huh! I suppose he thinks he’s warmin’ up fer afore officially occupyin’ it,” she said grimly, throwing her shawl on the bed and kicking off her slippers. Odhrán threw his sword belt over the back of a chair along with his coat and strode over to the console table.

“Aye, that’s about the size of it,” he said. “Would ye like a wee dram?”

“Aye, I would. I need somethin’ after sittin’ at the table with that swine. I feel kind of dirty.”

“Rollo has a way of makin’ ye feel that way,” he admitted pouring them both a generous measure. They sat before the fire, taking an armchair each. Odhrán sighed as he heeled off his boots, and Maddison curled her legs under her, sipping at her whisky. “He even has a maid of his own who always takes care of his family when they visit,” he told her.

She shook her head, clearly appalled. “I could hardly believe what he dared tae say about ye at yer own table. I cannae even bring meself tae repeat it. The man must have a death wish!” she exclaimed.

“And I’m achin’ tae grant it,” Odhrán said, taking a deep swallow of his whisky. He would definitely remember that slur when he finally got to kill his cousin. “But I ken an outburst like that will nae be looked upon in a good light from the council.”

“I cannae stand the man. Now I ken why ye didnae tell me about him or want him at our weddin’.”

“Aye, I’d be happy if I never saw him again, the slimy bastard.” He wondered what she would say if he showed her the letter his father had left for Rollo, instructing him to wipe out the rest of her family. He hoped she would never have to know of it. “I’m awful grateful fer ye defendin’ me like that,” he said instead.

“Nay need tae be,” she said. “He’s truly vile, and he deserves tae be taken down a peg or two. I pity Ursula. Imagine what it must be like tae be shackled tae that arrogant, overfed rat. Frankly, I’m amazed I managed tae refrain from slappin’ him.”

Odhrán gave a dark chuckle. “I’ve felt the same way fer years, only I was thinkin’ of somethin’ a wee bit more violent involvin’ me sword,” he admitted. “But I couldnae have handled things as well as ye did. I was close tae loosin’ me temper several times, what with the way he was ogling ye.” The chuckle died away and was replaced with a scowl as he recalled the feeling.

Maddison finished her whisky and poured them both a fresh one. They had both drunk quite a bit of wine at dinner, and Odhrán noticed she was growing a little tipsy and flushed. He did not mind because she was being kind to him and treating him as if they were properly man and wife. He reveled in the feeling, knowing it was likely going to be short-lived, and he would be back sleeping on the floor once Rollo and Ursula departed.

So, it was a great surprise to him when she suddenly put down her glass, gave him a mischievous look, and said, “We should teach him a lesson.”

“What sort of lesson?” he asked, frowning in puzzlement. But she was already out of her chair and standing by the wall that adjoined Rollo’s bedchamber. She pressed her ear to it and listened for a few moments. “Nae a peep. So much for the great lover, eh? Let’s show him how wrong he is, give him somethin’ tae think about.”

“Ooooh, Odhrán, ahhh!” she suddenly moaned loudly. “Ooooh, more, more, Odhrán!”

Startled, he leaped from his chair and ran across to her. She was leaning against the wall, shaking with laughter.

“What d’ye think ye’re up tae?” he demanded in a harsh whisper, feeling his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

“I’m givin’ him a taste of his own medicine,” she whispered back. “Och, Odhrán, ye’re so big and strong. Aahh! Oooh!” she wailed, collapsing into a fit of giggles. “Come on, are ye nae gonnae join in?” she whispered through her laughter.

“I cannae,” he protested at first, feeling foolish.

“Aye, ye can. Just moan a bit, like me,” she encouraged him, her eyes bright with mirth. “Oooh, Odhrán, come tae me, me big, braw man!” she called to the wall. Caught up in her excitement, Odhrán let out a loud groan, and Maddison joined in. Soon, they formed a chorus of loud moans and groans that sounded for all the world as if they were making passionate love. In between times, they fell against each other, eventually sliding down the wall to the floor, weak with laughter, stifling their snorts of laughter so as not to ruin the illusion for Rollo.

However, after a time, hearing her say his name repeatedly through her moaning started to get Odhrán aroused. His manhood stirred and stiffened, and it was soon pressing uncomfortably again the front of his kilt.

“What is that?” asked a breathless Maddison, her eyes widening as she pointed to the prominent bulge now making his predicament obvious. Odhrán smiled sheepishly, shifting his position and trying to hide it, but it was no good.

Now that’s a way tae make a fool of yerself, Odhrán. As if ye’re nae a halfwit in her eyes already…

“I’m sorry, Maddison, I cannae help it. When ye keep moanin’ and sayin’ me name like that, well…, ’tis gettin’ me aroused,” he admitted. “’Tis impossible tae control, I’m a man.”

“Is that so?” she asked, staring at him and then the bulge for a few moments, as though she was trying to understand something. He braced himself, fearing she was going to change back to her usual self, cutting him down to size with some cruel remark. But she did not.