A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (97 page)

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Later that evening, as Muira lay in bed waiting for Lachlan to join her, she stroked her stomach thoughtfully, cradling the little life there in the palm of her hands.

“
I never thought that my son would be a laird,
”
she mused allowed. 

Lachlan looked over at her.  He
’
d been standing by the window, going over in his head the event of the day, and planning the events of the next.  He
’
d realised (among other things) that he and his wife were going to have to leave their cosy chambers and take up residence in Graem
’
s rooms before too long. 

Lachlan pushed those thoughts aside, and padded barefoot across the room to Muira.  He knelt down by the bed beside her, and then moved to press his lips firmly against the softness of her stomach.  Muira gave a little delighted shiver.  When he pulled back, he left his hand there, lightly stroking her still-flat belly.

“
And what if he
’
s a she?
”
Lachlan grinned.

Muira bit her lip, and failed to notice that her husband frowned concernedly at the nervous gesture. 
“
No, I
’
m sure he
’
ll be boy,
”
she said confidently, almost as if she could will it to happen that way if she just believed it. 

She
’
d always wanted a little girl to dress in pretty frocks, to teach to sew and play the harp, but she knew that men required sons.  She
owed
it to Lachlan to bear him a son.  There would be time for daughters later after all. 

“
You know, I really wouldn
’
t mind a daughter,
”
Lachlan assured his wife slowly.  He pushed himself off the floor and sat on the mattress beside Muira, shuffling her across the bed slightly to make room for his boarder frame. 
“
A pretty little girl just like her mother,
”
he grinned, seeming to warm to the idea.

Muira looked unconvinced. 
“
Well, we
’
ll see,
”
she yawned, snuggling closer to her husband. 
“
You
’
re still dressed,
”
she pouted.

“
Aye,
”
Lachlan chuckled. 
“
What do you propose we do about that?
”
he asked innocently.

Muira shot him a sultry smile and then moved quicker than Lachlan had been expecting.  She straddled his lap, making a show of pinning him to the bed as she tugged his shirt up over his chest.  Lachlan grinned, and bucked his hips, demonstrating to Muira that she was on top only because he was allowing it.  She poked out her tongue, and found her mouth captured in a fierce kiss.

“
I love you, Muira,
”
Lachlan groaned against her lips. 
“
God knows how I
’
d have coped without you.
”

“
You
’
ll never have to cope without me,
”
Muria said simply, and demanded another kiss.  As his tongue danced against hers, she helped Lachlan off with his shirt, and then she raking her nails all the way down his hard, muscular chest, until her fingers were playing teasingly with the buckle of his belt. 

Muira didn
’
t undo it though, not yet, instead she shimmed down his body, until she was able to see the rise growing under the pleats of his tartan.  Muira palmed the bulge heavily, drawing from her husband a low growl of approval.

“
More,
”
he panted, grasping for his wife, but Muria eluded his grip. 

She let one of her hands slip under the fabric of his kilt though, tiptoeing her fingers over Lachlan taut thigh before her fingertips brush the hard, silken length of his cock.  His body gave a shudder as her digits curled around his sex, gently stroking until he was fully erect.

“
Muira,
”
he groaned, but Lachlan didn
’
t reach for her again.  The slits of his eyes were watching her curiously, allowing her to have free reign over his body.  He was intrigued by the thought of what she might try; although Muira was an enthusiastic, and at times wanton, lover, she rarely dared to take control like this.

She shot him a sultry smile and reached for the hem of her nightdress.  Ordering him to lie back and watch as she slowly hiked the thin cotton up over her thighs, quickly revealing creamy skin and a thatch of dark curls that made Lachlan bite his lip to try and keep from pouncing on her, splaying her legs, and fucking her senseless.

He swallowed a moan as Muira continued her sweet torture, lifted her nightdress up over her waist, but then teasing him for a second as she kept her breasts conceal until he begged to see her cherished bosom before whipping the white garment off over her head.

Lachlan reached for her instantly, but Muira swatted his hands away.  He growled his displeased, shifting beneath her, preparing to throw off her weight. 

“
Wait, let me try something?
”
she whispered hesitantly.

“
Muira,
”
Lachlan groaned her name again, but he managed to still his limbs, his breath escaping in a hiss when Muira finally reached to undo his belt, pealing away the folds of his kilt until he was completely and gloriously exposed.  She licked her lips, and all the blood in Lachlan
’
s body surged through his cock in violent pulses.

She couldn
’
t, she wouldn
’
t
…

Lachlan choked when Muira lent forwards and placed a fluttering kiss against the angry red head of his sex. 
“
Oh God,
”
he grunted, collapsing back onto the mattress as Muira wet little tongue flicked out of her mouth to lap up the bead of moisture pooling there.

He was afraid to ask where she
’
d go such an idea, but all thoughts soon left Lachlan
’
s mind as Muira gained confidence in her task, licking and sucking the entire length of him, nuzzling curiously at his balls, before parting her lips to take him inside the hot recess of her mouth.

Nothing had ever felt so good.  Lachlan
’
s thighs were trembling as he tired to control his body, tried to fight the powerful urge to thrust his hips and force Muira to take him deeper.  He knotted his hands in his wife
’
s hair, guiding her movements as best he could, although she seemed to have an innate skill for her undertaking and did just as well with his help.

“
Oh God,
”
Lachlan rasped.  He could feel his body tightening, feel his balls drawing up against his body.  It took a colossal amount of willpower, but at the very last second he managed to wrench Muira
’
s head back, delaying his climax, and saving his wife the embarrassment of having him come in her mouth.

She looked startled by the move, blinking at his uncertainly.  For a moment Muira looked like she was going to ask if she
’
d done something wrong, but they
’
d been married rather too long to her to misread the passion-wracked pants of her husband
’
s body.

“
I wouldn
’
t have minded you know,
”
she whispered, crawling up his body and purring the words against Lachlan
’
s ear. 
“
I wanted to taste you,
”
she puffed, which almost made Lachlan explode right there and then.

“
Muira
.
”
  He sighed her name as if she was torturing him, which
she was
! 
“
I could hardly expect a lady- my wife-
”

“
What if your wife wanted to though?
”
Muira murmured, nipping his earlobe. 
“
I don
’
t want to be a lady in your bedroom.
”
  She dipped her tongue into his ear. 
“
That
’
s not what you want me to be, is it Lachlan?
”
she whispered, scratching her nails down his chest, and squirming wantonly against his erection.

Lachlan knew that if he didn
’
t regain control of the situation then he was going to embarrass himself like an over enthusiastic youth with his first piece of skirt.  That, he told himself, was why he
’
d just flipped Muira onto her back inverting their positions.  She gasped and squealed, and looked up at him with eyes that were wide with surprise.

“
Lachlan?
”
she whispered uncertainly. 
“
I- I didn
’
t mean to make you angry,
”
she said, the worry that she
’
d misjudged the situation obvious in her eyes.