An Eager Widow [Highland Menage 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  The comment about beauty made her seethe. But then, he’d only seen her face.

  “Aye,” she answered as if misunderstanding, “‘tis lovely here.”

  “I speak of the woman afore me.”

  She’d believed it once. Dougal Chisholm had told her she was beautiful. She’d believed him until she overheard him saying she was ugly as a hag fish, but he’d take her for her dowry. He’d keep her locked up and muzzled and would rut with her in the dark to make heirs. Putting up with her would be worth it to have Kinrowan Tower.

  No, pretty words were easily spoken but meant nothing. Yet this man may have no idea she was the daughter of Laird Kenneth MacKenzie with a large castle and land as a dowry.

  Her toes touched pebbles. Cringing at the comments he might make when he saw the size of her she gathered her dignity and, head up and shoulders back, headed for land. Water streamed off her long legs as she strode toward the bush where she’d left her cloth.

  “Now that is a fine arse.”

  She whirled around. His eyes travelled over her body. A line of fire flowed from her breasts to her belly and exploded in her pussy. She clenched, wishing she had a hard cock inside her, just once more!

  “And big tits to match. Very nice.”

  Damn the man for making her remember what she’d lost! She quivered with rage, balling up her fists so she didn’t cower and cover herself with her hands.

  “How dare you!”

  He swam closer, then stood. Water sluiced from his broad shoulders and muscular chest. His arms were equally large, his hips narrow. The water was so clear she could see his cock bobbing below the surface. Didn’t things look bigger under water?

  “Oh, I dare.” His low, knowing chuckle sent shivers down her back. “And I’ll dare to do more than look. Just kenning ye were naked made my cock as hard as yon trees. Seein’ ye afore me, yer nipples hard and cold, ready to be warmed by my mouth, makes me want to make ye scream my name as ye come.”

  Shocked, she didn’t move as he walked closer, stopping when the water was ankle deep. God, the man was immense! Powerful muscles, long limbs, and a commanding presence that made her mouth go dry. She opened it, needing more air than she could haul through her nose. Her heart thundered, and not from the exercise of swimming. She wanted his hot mouth on her cold nipples. She wanted that long thick cock to make her scream, something Bertie never could.

  “See something ye like, lass?”

  Chapter Three

  Kiera’s pussy throbbed. She liked what she saw, all right. Desired it. Lusted after it!

  What would happen if she gave herself to this arousing stranger? No one would know. He was just passing through. His horse was old, his saddle worn. So were his boots, lying on the grass. A spot on the left sole suggested he’d worn a hole through.

  No, she would not give herself. She would take him!

  She rolled her shoulders, purposefully making her breasts sway. His eyes widened. This time he was the one whose mouth dropped open. His hard cock twitched, yet he didn’t move a step.

  “Mayhaps there’s a few wee things I might like,” she drawled, giving him the same slow perusal he’d given her. “Are you worth my time?”

  He swallowed hard, making fists of his hands. It was as if he waited for her to make the next move. She’d not known a man could have control when in such an aroused state. It made her want him even more.

  “First, there’s nothing ‘wee’ about me. Am I worth yer time?” His eyes bored into hers. “When I bed a woman she comes at least twice afore me.”

  Twice? She’d been lucky to come four times with Bertie in their six weeks together, and that was only because she’d learned to start before he entered her chamber. Just seeing this man naked made her more aroused than a night with her husband!

  He slowly approached, watching her as intently as a cat watched a mouse. He moved like a cat as well, fluid muscles rippling.

  “Would ye like to find out what my fingers and mouth can do for ye?” he murmured. “If ye beg I’ll show ye what my cock can do as well. Ye’ll scream yer release, yer pussy rippling around me.”

  Shock held her in place. She’d never heard anyone speak of that. She craved it more than almost anything, but she would not show it. He stopped a few inches in front of her. The top of her head would fit under his chin! She tilted her head to stare him in the eyes.

  “I do not beg. Ever.”

  “Then my cock wilna be sinking into yer heat,” he whispered.

  He reached out, ever so slowly, and brushed his knuckles against her breast. She inhaled a gasp. He caught her nipple and squeezed. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. He pinched, releasing her before she cried out. Not in pain, but exquisite pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with need.

  She was lonely, and frustrated, and today was her twenty-first birthday. That made her too old for anyone, even a third or fourth son to want as a wife. She had nothing to lose by letting him prove himself. She didn’t care what he thought about her. As he had no idea who she was, her actions would not embarrass her father. She could say, and do, whatever she chose.

  “You’re a man,” she replied bluntly. “You don’t have that much control.” It was a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down before him.

  The crinkles around his eyes deepened. He nodded, slowly and deliberately. The easygoing man was gone. This one had the same sense of power and control as the lairds she’d met at her father’s table.

  “Aye, I do, lass. So much control that I rule the bedding. Ye’ll do as I say.”

  She laughed in his face, having to force it. “No one tells me what to do!”

  “Dinna ye listen to yer laird?”

  “Aye, but none other, and not in my bedchamber.”

  He nodded thoughtfully, staring her down. He then looked around, making it obvious. “I see no chamber.” He moved closer. His chest hairs rasped her nipples. Her heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy.

  “If ye want me bad enough ye’ll do as I say,” he murmured.

  “Why should I?”

  A shoulder moved, his hand along with it. His finger touched her lower curls. She inhaled, rearing back and stiffening. He tapped a spot her husband had never found. Slow, teasing circles aroused and frustrated her.

  “My cock, my rules.” He lifted his hand away. The sudden absence of sensation made her whimper. “Do as I say or ye get naught.”

  “You think you can control me?”

  She tried to sound demanding but she wanted this. The man had wit, control, and a power that called to her. His size made her feel delicate, a first for her. More importantly, her pussy wept for his touch.

  “Aye, lass, I do. Ye want me, so ye’ll do what ye’re told.”

  She could no more turn him away than she could go without air. “Prove you can satisfy me!”

  He grabbed her nipple between his thumb and finger, tugging it hard. She cried out at the touch of pain. An answering throb of surprising pleasure made her gasp. The lines at the corners of his eyes swept up in approval.

  “Thought ye’d like that.” He shifted, dropped a shoulder, set her belly into it and lifted her. She squawked, flailing and kicking.

  “Put me down!”

  “Hush.”

  “You’ll drop me!”

  He laughed. Laughed! Furious, she struggled to escape. A sudden pain erupted on her arse. He’d spanked her!

  “How dare you!”

  “I said hush.” He spanked her again.

  Shocked, she couldn’t move. He lifted her off his shoulder and set her feet down in the grass.

  “You hit me!” she accused, backing up.

  “Nay, I got yer attention.”

  “By hitting me!”

  He chuckled. “Ye liked it, aye?”

  “You…you…”

  His easy expression disappeared. The blue eyes darkened and his eyebrows lowered. He stepped close, tilting his head, so they were almost nose to nose.

  “I’d be careful what ye say,
kitten. I dinna take insults lightly.”

  “And I’m not a woman who’ll suffer them!”

  He took her by the hips. She tried to get loose, but his grip was too strong. And it felt so good for a big man to touch her, to take charge so she didn’t have to.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Waiting for ye to hush so I can put my hands and tongue on ye.” He raised an eyebrow. “Or would ye rather I see to my horse and leave ye wet and wanting?”

  This was the closest she’d been to a naked, aroused man in four years. He said he could satisfy her. She was not going to lose out! She raised her head with the demanding look that made most men stutter.

  “Prove that you know what to do with a real woman.”

  His finger played around her clit. Not on it, just close enough so she knew he was teasing her on purpose. She shifted her feet, hoping his finger would go where she needed it.

  “What will ye give me in return for pleasuring ye? My cock needs release.”

  “I willna beg!”

  His eyes laughed at her again. “I said I’d nay put my cock in yer pussy without ye begging for it and I keep my word. So ye’ll need to do sommat else for me.” He looked at her lips. She licked them nervously. “Have ye taken a man in yer mouth afore?”

  Kiera looked down, face flaming with heat in memory. “I tried it once, on my husband. He pushed me away, saying it must be against God because it felt too good.” She worried at her lip, then blurted the truth she’d not told a soul. “Not an hour later he fell off his horse and broke his neck.”

  The stranger threw back his head and laughed. His horse looked up in shock, weeds hanging from its mouth. It twitched an ear, decided it was safe, and went back to eating. She didn’t know why she’d told him. It had taken her months to make the connection between her attempted act and his death, but when she had, she’d chuckled through her tears.

  Dear Bertie had been such a fool. He should have married a mousey woman who looked up at him in awe and was a doormat to his domineering mother. Instead, she’d convinced him to elope, hoping her father would finally allow her to live on her dower lands. He’d made it very clear unless she married a man of his choice she’d never see Kinrowan.

  Her naked guest was still chuckling. This was the first time she’d shared a laugh about Bertie. Everyone else pretended he’d never existed. Her father would no doubt approve of this stranger. While his horse and gear were old, they were cared for. It was easy to see by his muscles, and a few scars, that his body was in fighting form. He had a commanding presence and, she had to admit, control. Maybe too much of it if he intended to use it on her.

  He cocked an eye at her. “Since ye’re still here, unpunished for putting yer mouth on a man’s cock, it must mean God approves of such things, aye?”

  Though he was arrogance personified he had a sense of humor, one she shared, which was a major point in his favor. He had another major point aiming at her belly. A thick, throbbing point. She forced her eyes up the dark trail to his magnificent chest, strong chin and nose, and blue eyes a few shades darker than the first time she’d looked.

  “That, ah, was my thought,” she admitted.

  “Ye agree I will bring ye to yer peak with my mouth and fingers, and ye’ll do the same with my cock? And I’ll keep that cock from yer sweet puss until ye beg me for it.”

  “That won’t happen in this lifetime!”

  “We’ll see about that.” His eyes lured her in. “I can be very…persuasive.”

  “I see you have no problem with modesty. You’ll have to prove it to me.”

  He swiped his finger past her clit. She inhaled a gasp, causing another deep chuckle. What was it about this large, dark stranger that finally made her feel like a woman? A desirable, beddable woman, not the shrew her brothers and cousins called her. She had a burning question, one she was too afraid to ask.

  How long would he stay?

  Chapter Four

  “You shouldna challenge a man that way, lass. Now I’m even more sure ye’ll be begging me to fill yer wee puss with more than my fingers and tongue.”

  Duff grinned at the naked, aroused woman in front of him. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. He loved that she was tall and sassy. He’d love to take handfuls of her sweetly scented long black hair and bury his face in it. And those eyes that changed from moss green when she was aroused to the color of whiskey when she laughed! Her luscious body matched her height with full breasts and an arse he loved to walk behind. Naked or clothed, she was all woman.

  Though she was nothing like he expected, the lass had to be the one MacKenzie wanted him to wed and bed. He was all for it though Malcolm might take some time to accept her. His brother wanted a quiet woman who would obey him and make his life comfortable.

  If his gassy horse hadn’t lifted its tail and let loose he would have thought he was in a dream. Only he’d never dreamed of such temptation. He’d been stunned to see a dark head in the water when the path opened onto this shore. Her face was far too young for the woman he expected. Few women swam, and none of them naked.

  All thought of MacKenzie’s task whisked from his mind when she’d walked out, rising like Aphrodite with her long legs splashing. He might have come if the water hadn’t been so damn cold. His threat not to use his cock on her unless she begged was going to test every shred of control.

  She threw her shoulders back, which thrust her breasts forward. Large they were, perfect for his hands. Her nipples were the size of the tip of his finger. He would draw them into his mouth, scraping his teeth over them. She had curves, wide ones. Her hips flared out, the perfect size for birthing big-headed MacDougal sons. And her arse!

  His cock throbbed, needing release. This was the most important moment of his life, and he would do it well. The promised dowry of a wee croft and land was now a bonus rather than a reason to marry. He’d been unsure about handfasting with a woman before telling her she’d be sharing herself with his brother. He no longer had worries. She was eager, as proved by her flush of arousal and the way she’d gasped when he touched her clit. He liked that she also glared at him, and that almost eye to eye. She was big enough to easily take both he and Malcolm when they played. She also had the wit to be a good companion when they weren’t naked.

  This furious, aroused woman certainly challenged him. She would beg for him, scream his name when she came, then curse herself for giving in. And then she’d want more.

  Duff had to first prove he was in command, that he could, and would, take care of her. That meant she would obey him, starting now. A wife obeyed her husband though it might take a few discipline sessions before she understood what that meant. He looked forward to those as much as the bedding.

  He grabbed her thick black braid where it attached to her head and tugged her close. Not hard, just enough to make her stay. He began squeezing the water out, hand over hand. She tried to pull away. He tugged harder. She squawked.

  “What are you doing?”

  He continued without answering. She’d only questioned him to take control as what he did was obvious. He’d picked her up, carried her, and even spanked her, therefore proving he was strong enough to do whatever he chose with her. Only when she felt safe under his control, and Malcolm’s, would she truly trust them and submit. She was like a dark-haired Viking warrior, regal, arousing, and worth conquering. He’d never met a woman like the one in his grasp. Any others would pale beside her. She was the one for him, for them.

  Though she muttered she didn’t try to pull away again. He would’ve released her if she had. That she didn’t suggested not only she wanted him, but she would one day submit.

  When he got to the bottom of her braid he grasped it like a rope and wound it around his fist, bringing her chilled back against his warm chest. He skimmed his free hand over her from belly to breast. She was soft, smoothly rounded in fascinating ways so different from himself.

  He used his grip on her full breast t
o press her body tight against his. His cock rested in the gap of her lower back. If he moved her ankles apart and bent her over he could surge right into her… No! Not until she begged and handfasted with him.

  She yanked at his forearm with both hands, unable to budge his grip. Knowing she couldn’t see him, he grinned at her frustration. He’d never realized how much fun it could be to irritate a woman. She growled in fury. He set his chin on the top of her head. She fit just right.

  “I asked you a question, you toad!”

  He jerked her braid down, forcing her face up and turning her yell into a yelp. He tilted his head slightly, an eyebrow raised in question as he stared into her eyes.

  “Excuse me?” he asked softly.

  She flushed, her eyes dropping. It pleased him that she understood it was not a question, but a demand for obedience. He held her there, unmoving, waiting for her response.

  “I apologize for my words,” she said, though it sounded grudging. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

  “Ye already kenned the answer, kitten.”

  He squeezed her nipple between his fingers, a reward for giving in. She made a noise in the back of her throat. A small one, but powerful.

  Surrounded by enemies, they’d all had to learn to be observant. It had helped him to survive eleven older brothers and four younger. Watching for the flex of a muscle meant his chin was gone before a brother’s fist could connect. She leaned into him, meaning she wanted more. When the hand on his arm squeezed, he did the same to her breast, using the same pressure. She might think he was taking control. In truth, he was following her lead.

  “I guess I did,” she admitted. She shifted, body tensing. “Why did you call me kitten? I’m not your pet.”

  He nuzzled her neck. No, she wasn’t his pet. Not yet. “I have to call ye something. Would ye prefer ‘toad’?”

  “No, thank you,” she grumbled.

  He continued nuzzling. She smelled good. The few women he’d bedded were older, eager for the touch of a young male who would listen while they taught him what they liked.