It was midday when Darragh awoke her with a gentle kiss to her cheek, her jaw, and finally to her lips. A bit stiff from the ride, she stretched her arms wide then wrapped them around his shoulders to offer her lips more fully to him.
“Mmm, exactly what I wanted.”
His firm hand at her back pressed her flush against his chest while his tongue teased hers, setting off sparks of longing low in her belly like a gentle breeze fanning a fire.
“Now that ye’ve slept most of the way, we’ll have to find a way to keep ye out of trouble.”
“Ha! I am quite refreshed enough to see to providing a feast for us both.”
They dismounted and he set about starting a fire. She took the supplies off the horse, seeing to its comfort before leaving it to graze nearby. Gwen had packed the leftover bread, some honey sweetened cream, and a hunk of hard cheese.
“Well mayhap not such a feast, but our bellies will be full.”
“Are ye certain ye never cared for such work? Ye seemed to enjoy learning from Gwen.” Darragh brushed the dirt from his hand and watched the fire continue to grow.
His eyes met hers across the flame. She shrugged, removing the wrappings from the food. “I like her. Mayhap I never saw any use for such knowledge before, and besides, ’tis very boring.” Turning to him, she continued. “Unlike defense of the clan, which is always exciting. And defense of the clan assured our survival.”
“My own mother does little cooking. As the wife of the king, ’tis not expected of her, though she does enjoy her gardens and embroidery.” Darragh crossed to her, slicing off a chunk of the cheese to offer her before getting some for himself. “Being able to feed the members of the clan keeps them alive and the warriors strong enough to defend against an attack.”
Brighit savored the nutty taste while pondering the obviousness of his statement. Why had she been so opposed then to working in the kitchen? The other lasses’ smiling faces and flirty smiles flashed through her mind, along with their disdainful glances at her.
She looked away, feeling as if she was found lacking. “The other lasses cared not for my abilities, always criticizing me. When I was ordered to stop training with the lads, it seemed like there may have been something to what they’d said.”
Darragh finished the cheese and took the bread with him to where he’d rolled up his brait and propped it against a tree stump. He settled down, leaning back against it. Patting his thighs, he indicated she should sit on his lap. Her awkwardness returned, but she tried to disregard it. When she would have sat closer to his knees, he gently urged her to lean against his heated body before offering her a piece of the bread. They ate in amicable silence, the sound of the breeze high in the trees soothing them.
“They were jealous.” Darragh finally replied, his tone decidedly defensive.
“Of what?”
“Ye spent yer time with the very lads they wished to impress.” With a hand on her chin, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his hand skimming along her breasts before wrapping around her waist. He broke the kiss and waggled his brows. “Not one of them compares to ye in any way.”
“The lads were endless in their praise of the other lasses’ beauty and abilities.”
“And what did the lads say about ye?”
“Nothing. They patted me on the back for a job well done.” She looked away. “When I was no longer allowed to train with them, I had no one. The lasses did not care to become friendly with me. They said I was odd because I preferred battle and wore trews.”
Darragh brushed her gown out, smoothing it over her knees. “This would be a difficult way to dress for training.”
A deep sadness washed over her suddenly. She’d taken such pride in her accomplishments despite the way the other girls had treated her. Losing that might have made her defiant—willful even—because it was something she was good at, not like those other duties. Surely not every lass was meant to sit around sewing or being gawked at or fought over.
She sighed in resignation. “It is a silly thing to be speaking of things that matter so little.”
“It upset ye. ’Tis not a small thing.” Darragh glanced away, looking far off into the distance before turning to her again. “I remember watching ye with the lads when ye were younger. Ye fought better than a lot of them because ye took yer father’s direction seriously and it showed.”
Her experience with Cathair had demonstrated her uselessness as a warrior. Her training and abilities could not stand against a man with a greater strength. The bigger man had been able to best her as easily as he would have swatted a fly.
“Ye’re saying that to be kind.” All she remembered about Darragh’s early visits was that he’d wanted nothing to do with her. “I do not remember ye ever noticing me.”
“Ah, I hid my interest in my future wife.” Darragh’s eyes widened. “A lass besting the lads is not a sight easily forgotten.”
Heat spread up from her chest. “I didn’t think ye ever saw me or cared to know anything about me.”
“Yer feats demanded attention and the rumors sparked my interest.”
“What rumors?” She tapped down her irritation. Those girls did love to talk. She wondered if he believed all that he’d heard.
He shook his head. “That they spoke of ye, not what they said. I did not trust more than what I saw with my own eyes.” His gaze caressed her. “And what I saw intrigued me greatly.”
Appreciation for him bloomed and she leaned in to kiss him. When he broke the kiss, she was taken aback by his suddenly devious expression. The same look he’d had when they’d snuck out for the bedding.
“What are ye about?”
“I have something for ye.” Reaching between the brait and the stump, he pulled out a wad of material.
She shook out the piece of rough, dark material to find it was a pair of trews and disappointment washed over her. “Did ye wish me to show ye my mending abilities next?”
He simply puckered his lips and shrugged, holding his shoulders up longer than was necessary.
Searching the legs and seams, she found nothing, so she stopped and leveled her gaze at him. “I do not understand. I see no wear on these.”
A large bird settled somewhere overhead, cawing loudly at the little birds that continued to badger it. “They are for ye.”
He was wearing her patience. “And ye’ve given them to me, so now what am I to do with them?”
“They are for ye to wear.”
Confusion was quickly followed by excitement. “For me? My own trews? Instead of the leine?”
“On occasion.”
She jumped up, holding the pair up to her waist. They were cut smaller than her brother’s and looked as if they would fit her quite well. “How did ye do this?”
Darragh shrugged and stood alongside her. “I saw no reason not to have some made for ye to use when ye’re with me if it makes movement easier for ye. The thought of ye wearing yer brother’s did not sit well with me.” He crossed his arms about his chest, looking quite proud of himself. “And I wished to see that appreciative look on yer face.”
Brighit moved in close, throwing her arms about his shoulders to pull him against her, and kissing him thoroughly. “Ye have made me very happy.”
With a firm arm about her waist, he twirled her around until she couldn’t catch her breath from laughing so hard. Setting her on her feet again, he gazed down into her eyes. “I never cared to have a dull woman at my side, predictable and staid. Ye? Ye are exciting to me in every way. Forgiveness, please, for not doing a better job of letting ye know that sooner.”
She pulled away to again look at the trews, trying to imagine how they would fit her small frame.
“Will ye try them on?”
A sudden shyness overtook her, but she stamped it down and gave him her back to unlace her gown. His knuckles lightly touching her back sent chills of excitement down her spine. Her eyes closed in pleasure. She assumed he was caressing her by accident until his lips touched her as well.
“Ye have such lovely, soft skin.”
Reaching beneath the edges of her dress, he slipped his hands along her skin to push the material down and over her arms. He kissed her again, one bare shoulder blade and then the other, the tip of his tongue just grazing her. “Very lovely indeed.”
Her breath caught and she leaned back toward him, giving his hands free access to her exposed bosom, which he took advantage of without hesitation.
“What am I to wear with the trews?” Her voice was husky, and his laugh in response made her smile.
“I see ye only have one thing on yer mind.”
“As d'ye,” she replied.
Darragh slid his hand down her belly. It constricted under his light touch. He pushed the material off until it gathered at her feet, but he stopped short of touching her more intimate area.
“I have a tunic for ye as well.”
He whispered the words close to her ear, his voice low, and she waited for the kiss she expected to follow. The firm slap on her bottom made her jump.
“Ouch!” Brighit turned around, her mouth gaping open. “What was that for?”
“It was either that or take ye as is my wont.” He raked his gaze down the length of her, taking in all of her nakedness, then moistened his lips. His breathing was slightly heavy when he looked at her again. “Dress quickly before I change my mind.”
Brighit squealed and moved to don the trews. He tossed a tunic to her, still warm from his body. She gave him a questioning glance and was struck by his solid torso, lightly covered in dark hair, in all its naked splendor.
“Best ye cover those delectable breasts sooner rather than later.” He abruptly gave her his back, moving toward their supplies.
Surrounded by his musky scent, Brighit couldn’t deny the quiver of desire that prickled along her skin to settle between her legs. She pulled the garment close around her, closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath.
“Mmm, now that was a pleasure I hadn’t anticipated.” Darragh had silently returned and was right there in front of her, fully clothed now. Tenderly stroking her cheek, he said, “The sight of yer longing for me.”
She exhaled slowly, unable to deny what he could clearly see with his own eyes. “This can wait. Mayhap we should wait to go out until the morrow?”
Darragh searched her face with narrowed eyes, then shook his head and took another step back. “Tonight will be soon enough for us. Anticipation will only heighten yer pleasure.”
Feeling swamped by her sudden desire for him, Brighit swallowed, hoping to clear the lust from her voice. “Ye are certain we should wait?”
She was certain they should not. Never had she wanted something more.
His beaming smile irritated her. “I should set about getting a place for us to sleep tonight.”
He had decided to make her wait and he certainly seemed to enjoy seeing her in such need. Disappointment shifted in her gut, and she squeezed her legs together, only to have the strange material between her thighs scratch against her sensitive skin. She had made a small pair of braies to protect her when she wore her brother’s clothes but had nothing such as that with her.
Her disappointment shifted to ire when he turned around to get to work.
“And I’ll see to…something else.” The words sounded clipped and she felt sure she heard him chuckle. Well, much better to ignore him. Ignore him and everything about him while she turned her attention to straightening out her leine and putting it in a safe place.
Her own bow in hand, Brighit stood beside Darragh on the ridge William had told them about. The much-used trail a short drop below them seemed promising and as the gloaming moved in, they were rewarded for their patience with a large herd of healthy deer lumbering like shadows across the glen.
“Be my guest.” Darragh whispered into her ear and her chest expanded.
She stilled, lined up her arrow and released the string of her bow. Her aim was true.
“Very well done.”
Brighit turned a bright smile on him.
“And will ye see to the rest of the work as well?”
Insulted at the mere suggestion that she would leave the lugging, cleaning, and caring for the carcass to another, she ground her teeth together, ready to spout out at him. His sincere expression while he waited for her answer tugged at her heart. He had no way of knowing what she was capable of. She needed to remember that.
“I am able to see to it myself but am happy for any assistance ye may wish to give me.”
Darragh kissed her gently. “Let us see to this together.”
Their duties were carried about in companionable silence and the remaining soup filled their bellies quite nicely once they were done. When he took out the mead, he smiled at her.
“And shall we enjoy this together now?”
She nodded, slightly anxious about where this was leading even though her earlier excitement had stayed with her most of the day, accentuated by the unusual rubbing between her legs.
“For my lovely wife.” Darragh raised his mug to her and they drank at the same time. “Mmm, very good.”
He leaned his head back against the stump, his arm behind her where she sat leaning against his chest.
“A lovely night.” Following the direction of his gaze, she couldn’t hold back her gasp at the sight of a million pricks of light filling the sky as if giving a performance for them alone.
She tipped her head back and said, “So many stars. Very lovely.”
Darragh bit her sensitive neck, and she gasped again.
“And ye’ve a lovely neck.”
His tongue stroked her skin like a cat cleaning its fur, with long, slow strokes. He nibbled her again and her arousal bloomed into full-blown need. Somehow he knew and shifted her to straddle his lap, continuing his nipping and licking, stopping only to whip the tunic off over her head and cup a breast in each palm.
“Such lovely breasts my wife has.”
She moaned when he sucked her deep into the warm, damp recess of his mouth. He answered her with his own groan.
Putting a hand between her legs, he rubbed against the material that had been rubbing her all day. She immediately jerked away, and he drew back to search her face.
“I have hurt ye?” His surprise matched her own.
“No. ’Tis very…sensitive.”
Watching her, he tentatively touched her, again getting the same reaction. “’Tis arousing ye?”
Brighit shook her shoulders, shifting slightly where she sat, unsure of what she was feeling.
He took her mouth then and she opened herself to him, pressing her breasts against his solid chest, needing him to touch her. Darragh pulled her slightly forward to work the trews down, stopping only to apply his hand to her sensitive skin. Immediately, she gave in to the serious quaking that rocked through her body.
He yanked her close to impale her with his fingers, each thrust setting her on fire. Groaning, she threw her head back. When her flesh quivered against him, his shoulders tightened beneath her fingers. His breathing sounding labored.
“Is something amiss with ye?”
Darragh shook his head dismissively, as if unable to respond.
“Am I hurting ye?”
His eyes were wide when they met hers. “Only from my need to be inside ye.”
Brighit pulled back to gawk at him. “Then why are ye not inside me?”
With a firm hand around her waist, Darragh yanked the trews the rest of the way off before covering lowering himself over her. Something terrifying sparked in her mind, sitting just outside of her focus like a wild cat ready to pounce. But then he filled her, and his breathy moan and her body’s pleasant response called her attention back to him.
“Ah, does that pleasure ye?” His words were spoken on a throaty exhale.
The fear crouched low in the shadows of her mind.
“Mmm,” she answered.
With firm hands grasping her small shoulders, he sheathed himself completely into her depths. When he lowered his lips to her ear, blocking out everything else with his massive chest, the nagging sensation nipped at her thoughts.
“D'ye feel me inside ye?” Darragh’s low voice called her back to him.
“Aye.” And she could, a most pleasant sensation. But she panted slightly, no longer certain she could get enough air. He shifted, still covering her.
“And this?” His hot breath against her neck, along with his solid thrusts, claimed her total awareness. Most pleasant.
She could do no more than nod.
“Ye are safe with me, Brighit.”
Those words echoed in her head until all she knew was the delicious feeling of fullness.
His words from earlier returned to her mind. “Ye’re extremely enjoyable. Mayhap I should always make ye wait.”
Waiting had been awful. She couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure as his movements increased her need, that tension and pressure building inside her again. Her body instinctively reached for it.
“Ah, I would know yer pleasure.” His scolding tone told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her and that realization released the flood gates. Taking her mouth, he accepted her groan into his own body as wave after wave overtook her, the fear fading out until it disappeared. When the waves settled down to gentle ripples, he murmured soothing words of endearment. Without warning, he flipped her on top of him so that he lay on his back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Ride me again.”
And she did so with abandon. Her deep moans couldn’t be silenced when he shifted her back and forth, sliding her against him. Their lovemaking was certainly not quiet, but there was no one near to hear them. He urged her on, using his hips to ensure each thrust touched that special place deep inside her. Her release was overpowering, taking her like an inescapable summer storm that leaves everything soaked and shivering. She collapsed against him. Exhausted. His hand to the back of her head, he kissed her deeply while he plunged into her depths until his seed filled her.
Darragh turned them both to the side with him still inside her. They lay facing each other, waiting for their hearts to calm, both of them wet with sweat and breathing as if they’d run a great distance.
“Ye give me great pleasure, wife.”
“As d'ye, husband.”
“I believe we can save the rest of the mead for another night.”
Brighit laughed. “I believe ’twould be best.”
She snuggled up to him, leaning on his chest. He settled his brait over them and they slept right where they were without waking until the cock crowed at dawn.