A Perfect Wife [Highland Menage 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“Will ye ride me, sweetling?”

She looked at his cock, standing like a mast from his groin. “Do you think you can last if I do?”

He grimaced. “I’m a man of my word, though it may kill me.”

“But you’ll die happy.”

“That I would, but I’d rather live to do this with ye for a hundred years.”

Malcolm tool the oil. Duff put his hands on her hips to guide her down. She used her knees to control her descent. She’d not had a cock in her for ten days. Not only did she wish to savor it, he stretched her most deliciously. Already primed from her first orgasm, he slid easily inside. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of fullness as, inch by slow inch, she took him into her body. When she reached bottom she opened her eyes. Duff looked as if in pain. He seemed to be muttering something. Malcolm touched her bottom, pressing her forward to lie on Duff’s chest. Her nipples had barely brushed his chest hair when an oiled finger entered her bottom. She groaned as Malcolm breached her.

She’d missed this, missed them.

“How is it,” murmured Malcolm, ever careful.

“Mmmm,” she replied.

I’ll take that as an aye.”

Kiera lay on Duff’s chest, rising and falling with his breathing as Malcolm prepared her for his cock.

“Oh Lord,” muttered Duff. “I canna remember the name of the second cook.”

Startled, she lifted her head to look at him. “Why would you think of that now?”

“I am naming each person at Kinrowan to take my mind off the woman driving me wild just by lying on me. And if ye wiggle much more I’ll break my promise and
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twill be on yer head.”

“Nay, brother,
’
twill be in her sweet puss.”

She lay back down, trying to be still. Her men took their promises seriously. It made them good leaders, good husbands, and they’d no doubt be good fathers. She squeaked when Malcolm added another finger.

“Are ye ready lass?”

“To come? Nay. I’ve had to lie still.”

“If ye sit up Duff can play with ye a bit.”

Duff helped her to sit perched on his belly. She gazed down at him.

“Have I told you how handsome you are?” One hand grasped her breast while the other went for her clit. She inhaled a gasp.

“I canna remember,” he replied. “Best ye do it again. What do ye like best of me?”

“Right now I like that you are a man of your word.” A finger wiggled on her clit. Her arousal jolted a hundredfold. “Oh! I like that!”

Duff did it again, pressing his finger above her clit and rubbing it rapidly back and forth over the ridge of nerves. She rose up to give him access. She heard a chuckle and a quiet thank ye from behind, and then Malcolm’s cock pressed against her. She was far enough forward that Duff was almost out. Not that it made much difference as both their cocks were large. Malcolm entered her an inch, and then stopped. She waited.

“Why aren’t you moving?” she demanded.

“I dinna wish to give ye pain.”

In response she relaxed her sphincter even more, pressing out as she backed onto his cock. She smiled to herself at the strangled gasp that came out of his mouth. Duff kept working her clit and her nipple, keeping her on the edge. A groan, and Malcolm pressed forward, filling her until his balls hit.

“Make it work for ye, Kiera,” whispered Malcolm.

Knowing they’d fight not to come before she did, she worked on taking her own pleasure. Unlike the last orgasm, this one built up slowly. Every murmur of their sweet words, every caress and pinch, added to it. It was there, just out of reach.

“Kiera,” said Malcolm in his deep laird voice. “Come for me, my sweet.”

Duff did something to her clit and lightning flashed through her. She straddled him, unable to breathe, unable to move. And then it hit, making her previous orgasm feel like nothing.

Malcolm held her hips steady as he entered her from behind. Duff did the same, thrusting from underneath. Both of them filled her, one after the other. Hands and cocks and words swirled around as her men pounded into her.

She distantly heard a bellow, a scream, and a roar.

Lairds do not show their anger, or anything else, without a purpose.

Malcolm repeated MacKenzie’s words as he entered the bailey beside Colin, Duff trailing behind. They’d left Kiera sleeping on three pallets. Only when she closed her eyes and relaxed did he see the dark circles of exhaustion under her eyes. Exhaustion and remorse, blaming herself for what had been done to her.

Treating his wife badly was an insult, but he was virtually a stranger here. Yet Kiera was not just his wife, she had acted as Lady MacKenzie between her mother dying and her father marrying Silean Chisholm. This severity of insult to Kiera, and therefore her father, in the home she’d cared for, could have gotten a man flayed.

“I would like to be a spider in the corner when Laird MacKenzie discovers what has been done in his absence,” said Duff.

“I had no idea of this,” said Colin again. “Kiera tried to speak to me once but we were interrupted and I didn’t see her again.”

“What about Silean?”

“She hasn’t left her chamber as the babe made her belly erupt at all hours. As she had kin visiting I left her alone. I had a few wee things on my brain what with taking over for my father,” he added with a touch of sarcasm.

“What will ye do now?” asked Malcolm

Colin’s scowl eased. “I shall help you escort my dear sister to Kinrowan.”

“As Laird MacKenzie’s spy?” asked Duff quietly. His eyes shot daggers.

“My lord and laird will think I spy on Ross of Balnagowan.” Colin rubbed the silver pin at his shoulder with his cuff. “Like an adder he lies by a rock, so still you dinna see him afore he strikes.”

“An adder bite rarely kills,” said Duff.

“That’s where he differs.” Colin turned his eye to Malcolm. “Kiera is the youngest of us. She is smarter than most of my brothers and fought to be their equal. She kens she is a lass and must obey her laird, but it vexes her.”

“We’ve seen that a time or two,” said Malcolm drily.

“I’ve never seen her happier than in the two days you’ve been back. Have you been speaking with her of Kinrowan during all that time you spend in her chamber?”

Malcolm trusted Colin. He’d been good to them, and to Cormac and James. It would do no harm to speak of his pride in Kiera. “I asked her what she might do there if she could. She spoke not of helping herself but of training widows and wives at home with bairns to weave so they could gain a few coins.”

“She wishes to improve the sheep flocks so the wool is finer for weaving,” added Duff.

Colin nodded as if he’d heard it before. “And what of the cattle?”

“She is wise enough to realize she’d best leave that to her men,” said Malcolm.

“So Kiera is learning a wee bit of wisdom as well as all the rest?”

“Aye,” answered Malcolm, “and that
’
tis best if none ken we talk with her or that we listen. A clan wants a strong, decisive laird. I have learned from yer father, and also from Somerled.”

“Our laird is grim and responsible, but Niall, his twin, yanks the stick out of his arse now and then,” said Duff. "As I do with mine.” He barely ducked the swat Malcolm aimed at his head.

“And here I was thinkin’ I could be the one causing trouble for once,” complained Colin.

“The heir to Clan MacKenzie?” Duff rolled his eyes. “Ye willna get in trouble no matter what ye do.”

Colin suddenly grinned. “I might if I elope with my wee bride.”

“Elope?”

“Kiera did, so why shouldn’t I do the same? Barbara’s father keeps putting off the wedding.” Colin adjusted the leather thong holding his eye patch snug. “First my father marries a woman my age, then your brothers come here with Alana Sinclair, and now you two are locked up with my sister all hours.” He grimaced. “They’re all having babes and I’ve not had a wedding night. I’m going to steal her away.”

“She lives at Grantown-on-Spey, ye fool,” said Duff, shaking his head. “Yer father’s new wife is a Chisholm, and they’re feuding with the Grants. Fraser of Lovat is their ally, so he willna help.”

“Barbara’s father is at home, aye, but my fiancée is visiting elsewhere.
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Tis only a wee ride through Fraser land to Loch Ness and then a wee boat ride. They’ll let me into Urquhart Castle as I am to be her husband and am ever so responsible.” He preened.

“Ye ken the place?” asked Duff. “We looked from the far side of Loch Ness on our way here.” He shook his head at Colin. “Grant’s built himself a fine towerhouse on the point. Ye may get in but will they let the two of ye out again?”

Colin’s easy expression hardened. “We have a signed marriage contract so I’ve the right to bed Barbara. I’m making what we both want happen, just like Cormac and James did with Alana. We’ll handfast, then take the boat back to my men, ones with fast horses.’”

“Does the Lady Barbara wish to have ye?” asked Malcolm. “It would not be right to shame her.”

Colin grinned and clapped both of them on the shoulders. “Your brothers had a wee word with me while they were here. They said what to do to make my lady smile. I’d not thought learning my letters would be so useful.” He winked. “Barbara’s still a virgin, but I made her very happy. More than once.” He winked, a strange thing with only one eye visible. “I’m not the only one wishing to wed.”

“The Lord of Kintail willna be pleased,” said Malcolm. “Nor will her father. He’s
Lord Strathspey, aye?”

“The lords willna be pleased, but my father will,” replied Colin. “He will bluster at me as a lord should but there is a contract so they canna do much once Barbara is well bedded. And she will be.”

“Where will ye go?”

“We’ll visit my brother Roderick Mor at Redcastle. We’ll take a boat across Beauly Basin from Inverness.”

Duff turned to Malcolm with a false groan. “Now I ken why Kiera is trouble. Her father is a bold man and her brother, the heir, wild. Kiera has it from both of them.”

“We have heard nothing of whatever this lad was jabbering about, Duff.” Malcolm tilted his head toward the hall. “We’ve been speaking of what to bring. Our bed—”

“Is already on the way to Kinrowan,” said Duff. He smirked. “I heard Mistress Chisholm shrieked when she returned to find it replaced with a thin pallet.”

“Good,” said Colin. “I’ll send her home on the slowest, most uncomfortable cart I can find.”

“Do ye ken why would she attack Kiera?” asked Malcolm.

“Aye. Dougal Chisholm is her son. She thought she’d get to control Kinrowan when he married Kiera.”

“He the one Kiera heard plotting how to take her dowry and lock her up, so told yer father?”

“Aye. Kiera was fifteen at the time. She hasn’t trusted a man since. Until you two.” Colin’s one-eyed glare was fierce. “Dinna harm my wee sister, or when I’m the Lord of Kintail I’ll—”

“Dinna fash,” said Duff. “We like Kiera too much to harm her. Now, spanking’s a different matter. Ye have heard the best way to do that, aye?” He put his arm around Colin. “Let’s get an ale, and we’ll tell ye all about it.”

Kiera knew Cromarty Firth was downhill to her left. On a clear day no doubt it would be a pretty sight. Now all she cared about was going home, for the first time. She focused on that wonderful thought rather than the rain. It was to be expected this time of year but she was cold, wet, and sore from riding. Riding her men as well as her horse. A flash of heat at what they’d done the last few nights momentarily warmed her.

Soon.

Perfect wives did not complain. Malcolm wanted to be the perfect laird and Duff wished to be the best steward ever, even if neither had done the job before. As their wife, and Lady of Kinrowan, it was her duty to help them any way she could. That meant giving advice in private, usually when asked, and creating a welcoming, comfortable home.

She would show them all! No one would ever connect her with the mean-spirited woman she’d been for a while at Castle Leod.

“Please let it be over this hill,” she murmured while shifting in the saddle once more. If she could see it through the rain her pain might vanish. A horse stepped aside from the plodding column in front of her. She couldn’t be sure who as they were all hooded. He waited until she caught up, and then joined her. He pushed back his hood enough for her to see Duff’s wet leather mask.

“This is not weather to welcome a lady to her home,” he said wryly. “’Twas far more pleasant when Malcolm and I rode up. It is a far different country than near Duncladach. There is rolling land to grow crops, not rocks and a sea’s vicious winds. We will do well here.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes, but he tried. “Once it stops raining.”

“I will soon be home at Kinrowan Castle. ’Tis all that matters.” She wiped rain from her face and forced her own attempt at a smile. “I think ’tis easing now.”

“I sent a rider ahead. There’ll be a hot bath, a fire, and food waiting in our chamber for ye.”

The thought of warmth made her shiver anew. “Thank you, Duff. It sounds wonderful.”

“My duty is to make all well for the laird. It is my joy to make ye smile.”

“You willna join me?”

“Laird Kinrowan and I will have much to do. Playing with our wife must wait. By then ye’ll be dry, warm, full, and rested.”

“What of you? I’m not the only one cold and wet.”

“Ah, but my lady, yer very presence heats my blood.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You’ve been listening to my father’s bard. He has a way with words.”

“Seeing ye makes my heart speed up and my cock harden.”

“Gillebride the Bard never said that!”