Dark Side of the Laird (Highland Bound) (6 page)

A smiled flashed on my lips. I’d just dismissed Agatha in favor of washing my own hair, but the idea of Logan doing it… Well, I couldn’t pass up the offer.

“Yes.” I leaned my head back into his palms.

He gently laid my head on the rim of the tub, then leaned over me to cup his hands in the water. Droplets seeped from between his hands, falling onto my chest, my lips, my forehead. I felt each of those drops as intimately as if they’d been kisses. He parted his hands over my head, water sluicing over my hair, and I let out a long sigh. Logan washing my hair felt more intimate than even some of our
embraces. Logan repeated the process again and again until my hair was thoroughly wet to his satisfaction. Seeing as how I’d already submerged in the water, I think he rather liked the way the water sluiced over my hair down my face and over my breasts. I think he liked to watch every line of water drip. And I thoroughly loved it, thrusting my chest upward to improve his view.

“Hand me the soap, love.”

I reached up and handed him the lavender bar. His fingers brushed mine, sliding sensually over my palm and I shuddered.

The sound of him slicking his hands with soap sent greedy spirals of anticipation skidding over me, and then his fingers were sliding through my hair again. He massaged against my scalp in circles, hitting every pressure point that relieved stress. Did he even realize what he was doing?

I moaned, letting myself sink further into his hands.

“Dunk, love.”

I slipped forward, taking a deep breath and holding it as I fell beneath the water. Logan massaged the soap from my hair until my scalp tingled along with the rest of me.

“I love the way you
wash hair,” I murmured as I rose from beneath the water, feeling completely relaxed, boneless.

His breath was on my ear again, making my breasts feel full, heavy and my nipples taut, aching for him to grasp them. As if reading my body’s silent language, he slid his hands into the water and stroked them over my belly, the undersides of my breasts.

“Shall I wash the rest of ye, just as thoroughly?”

I groaned, and nodded, ready for the onslaught of pleasure that was about to come my way.

Chapter Six

Emma

S
lick, sensual hands rubbed up the length of my torso, teasing over my sensitive nipples, before escaping and leaving me wanting.

“What will you teach me this time?” I asked, growing bold with each of our encounters. I barely remembered the shy, shell of myself that I’d been when I first arrived.

Logan chuckled, the raw sound near my ear sending my nerves into tingling spasms.

“Ye’re always so eager to learn.”

I nodded, not even trying to deny it.

“Hmm,” he said, pinching each of my nipples as he tugged gently on my earlobe with his teeth. “Mayhap this time I want to watch ye pleasure yourself while ye pleasure me.”

My insides clenched, a spark of decadence erupting in my sex with each word. I was immediately interested.

“Show me,” I demanded.

Logan disappeared for a moment into his chamber, returning with a small, red velvet bag. He grinned wickedly at me and my heart skipped a beat, tongue went dry. What was in the bag?

“With this,” he said. He opened the bag, pulling out something I’d never expected to see in this era—a dildo. But not just any dildo, this one was made of marble, and greatly resembled Logan’s cock.

“That’s…” My voice trailed off and I swallowed. I’d never used one before.

“Modeled after my own,” he murmured. “The king sent a man, along with many other…presents… to produce it for me so I could use it on…”

He didn’t continue, and he didn’t need to. The picture of Logan with more than one woman was enough to make me fly into a jealous rage, but instead I reached out for the marble cock, and he pressed it onto my palm. It even had the same prominent vein running along the length of it.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“I want to watch ye pleasure yourself with my cock, while ye pleasure my real cock.”

I nodded, tongue too tied to answer. Suddenly I was hot all over, and not just from the warmth of the water.

Logan walked back behind me and lifted my head, then laid it back down on the edge of the tub, having placed a rolled towel there. “Lean back and look at me.”

I leaned my head all the way back, the soft towel a nice cushion against the edge of the tub. I looked up at him as he stood. His knees were near my head and his kilt played peek-a-boo with my senses, I could almost make out the lines of his hardened cock.

He smiled down at me. “A perfect position.”

For what?
I wanted to ask, but my breath had hitched and I felt that any words able to make it past the tightening of my throat would only sound like gibberish.

Logan stripped off his clothes, revealing inch after inch of hardened sinew, until he stood bare above me. His thighs clenched, cock hard, abs flat and ridged. He bent over, putting his hands on the edges of the tub, his long, thick cock just barely touching my lips.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Put the cock inside ye.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me
. My knees fell open, ready, excited, and I dragged the dildo slowly over my abdomen toward the juncture of my thighs. The other went up to clutch a breast. I slid my fingers between the folds of my sex, feeling how slick I was already, not from the water, but from the desire Logan elicited from me. The excitement and allure of something new. I pressed the head of the dildo toward my opening, stroking it softly over my clit and shuddering at its hard, cold form—but liking it. The pad of my finger brushed over my sensitive clit and I bounced a little in the water, not expecting the shock it gave me. I was a lot more turned on that I’d thought.

“That’s it, lass, let me see ye push it inside ye.”

With the head positioned at my opening, I parted my thighs more and pushed it in an inch, feeling my body stretch to the demands of the marble. I cried out, wicked, forbidden sensations running rampant.

“Aye, lass, like that.” Logan’s breath hitched. “Now lick me.”

I groaned, feeling myself falling into that familiar drugged state, intoxicated by the heady sound of his voice and the potent sensations taking over my mind and body.

I flicked my tongue out, running it over the length of his cock as I pressed the marble deeper still. Logan hissed a breath, and he stiffened all over, preparing himself for the onslaught of sensation, for I knew it was just as intense for him. He kept himself just out of reach, so all I could do was tease him, tease myself. Trailing my free hand downward, I stroked slowly over my clit, slackening the pumps of the marble, timing them with the movements of my tongue.

Logan growled, shifting to the side of the tub. I turned my head, now at a better angle to suck him in deep.

“Take hold of my cock. Slide the marble out.” He hissed a breath as a I trailed my nails ever so lightly across the inside of his thigh. “Now put me in your mouth, and slide the marble inside ye, at the same time.”

I moaned, grabbing hold of his thickness and angling him
toward me. I was surprised at how moving just a few inches to the side had made it so much easier for me to pleasure him. I leaned forward a little more and placed the velvet head on my lips as I skimmed the edge of my slit with my fingers and the marble. I canted my hips forward, pushing the dildo deep inside myself as I sucked his cock into my mouth. His cockhead hit he back of my throat, and his musky male scent enticed me.

Above me, Logan cursed then groaned.

I loved when he started to unwind.

“Slow, lass, take it slow.”

“Mmm,” I moaned. I withdrew him slowly, sliding the marble out and swirling it over my clit, and then sucked him back in at the same time I thrust the warmed dildo inside.

It was hot and wicked.
And though I tried to keep it slow, to move at a pace that wouldn’t ruin us both, I couldn’t help but go quicker. Desire, passion, pleasure, all demanded I propel us forward. My hands took on a mind of their own, slipping the unforgiving stone in and out, up and down. Circling over my clit, and pushing and pulling him in and out of my mouth. My tongue circled over the head of his cock, teasing the ridge. I was frantic in my need for us both to finish.

“Wait,” he croaked, jerking back from me.

He came around to the side of the tub, reached into the water and lifted me out. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he took me to the bed, setting my rear down on the edge. With a wicked wink he set the marble aside and grabbed a pillow.

“Lift up, love.”

I eyed the pillow with curiosity as I lifted my behind. Logan tucked the pillow beneath me and curled his lip in a sensuous way that had my sex clenching.

“The pleasure will be much more intense.”

I nodded, already my breath catching at the thought. Gripping his cock, he drove it deep inside me, hitting a spot he’d not before stroked, and I cried out with pleasure and with the unmistakable difference between stone and flesh.

I leaned one hand back on the bed to balance myself and grabbed his taut ass
with the other. He was right. The pleasure was excruciating. I kept my legs up around his waist, and let my head fall backward as he thrust hard and deep, his fingers digging into my hips.

Then he stilled
. Motionless and buried deep.

“I want to feel ye climax around me.” He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue sliding against my own. I kissed him hungrily, desperate to reach my peak. “Touch yourself again.”

I slipped my fingers back against my clit, throbbing and so damn wet. I wanted to give him what he wanted. Round and round I went, teasing myself and him. Let myself get just close enough that I was gasping before hesitating and putting off that final moment of pure ecstasy.

He kissed me some more, nibbling at my lips, his cock frozen deep inside me, and then I couldn’t hold it any more. I pushed myself
to the edge and shattered, my insides spasming, gripping him, fluttering, squeezing his cock. Logan growled, his fingers on my hips tightened and I knew it must have been a test of his will not to start pounding into me.

Not until my orgasm subsided did he finally move once more, and I knew he was letting go of his control. He didn’t drive inside me with a slow, steady pace, instead he rode me like a man dying of thirst. Hard, fast. Holding myself up with my abs, I gripped both hands tight to his ass, feeling the muscles tightened beneath my fingertips.

The sounds of our moans and the slapping of flesh echoed off the stone walls. Sounds of pleasure, of pure, raw, carnality. Potent and intoxicating.

Logan thrust deep,
quaking between my thighs with the force of his orgasm. He grunted, his forehead falling to mine.

“What would I have done?” he asked.

“About what?”

“All these months long, I’ve been wanting, searching for what we—” A loud rap at the door interrupted him.

Logan scowled fiercely. Scary enough that I was glad I hadn’t interrupted him. Whoever it was, was about to see the dark side of their laird.

“Who is it?” he said loudly through gritted teeth.

There was a pause, as if the person on the other side of the door was second guessing their plan of knocking.

Logan climbed off me and stalked toward the door, bellowing, “Who is it?”

I yanked up the covers, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. Logan wrapped his plaid around his middle, tucking in a loose edge so whoever was at the door would definitely notice he’d been disrobed moments before.

“’Tis Ewan,” I heard from the other side before Logan swung it open.

“What is it?” Logan’s voice was softer now, having most likely realized that Ewan would only interrupt him if it was important.

Ewan straight
ened himself to his full height, his hands tucked behind his back as he addressed his laird. “’Tis Lady Isabella, my laird.”

“What?” Logan asked, sounding tired.

I was tired of hearing her name, too.

“The lady was found skulking around outside the forbidden corridor.”

“Is she all right?” Logan asked, a frown marring his handsome features.

What could he possibly mean by that? And then I remembered the time I’d tried to find his office and I’d nearly been skewered by his sword as it thrust through a hidden slit in the wall.

Logan’s office was in the forbidden corridor, a place guarded by burly looking men who weren’t afraid to retaliate against unwanted guests. I’d never wandered down that hallway again unless invited, for fear of my life.

No wonder he feared for hers. We wanted her gone, not dead. A dead Lady Isabella was only bound to bring an army of MacDonald
warriors down on Logan’s head.

“The lady is fine.
There was no threat to her physically, but she did not like being carted off. I think she may have been frightened.” Ewan frowned and glanced toward the floor. “’Haps a little vengeful now.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. A
little
vengeful was most likely putting it nicely.

“Where is she?” Logan asked.

“In her chamber.”

“What was her explanation for being there?”

“Says she got lost.”

Logan grunted. “How did she lose the guards who were supposed to be watching her?”

Ewan shook his head. “That, I fear, ye will not be pleased with. They were found in the armory drunker than a lad with his first dram.”

“Drunk?” Even from where I lay on the bed I could feel the sudden flare of fiery rage in Logan.

Ewan nodded. “An empty barrel of ale and two spilled mugs.”

“Damn.”
The word was hushed, said under his breath. Logan’s hands came to his hips and he shook his head, looking down toward the ground.

I had a sudden flashback of the last warrior who went against Logan. The beating he’d received was vicious, bloody and the thing of nightmares.
Ewan had been the one to administer the punishment and I wondered if he, too, was remembering.

Ewan waited patiently while Logan fought within himself. I could tell it was hard for him to make the choice. To punish men he trusted.