26
What a strange thing? How did I manage to arrive here?
Keegan stroked Willow’s arm as she curled onto her side, her breathing beginning to even out after the intensity of the previous moments. While he was undoubtedly exhausted, Keegan felt like he might never sleep again for the excitement and transfixed awe that settled over him as he looked at his wife.
Me wife.
Truly, the oddness of that word, that reality, was not lost on him, and the laird sighed as the pleasant soreness in his muscles warmed him, reminding Keegan of what he’d just been doing.
His body responded to the thought, and Keegan chuckled. Not since his youth had he been one to repeat an encounter with a lass so soon after finishing once. It appeared that his passion for Willow was unable to run dry, however. Even the thoughtsof touching her again were enough to make him twitch, and it stirred his lady from her dozing.
“Ye cannae be serious?” She looked back over her shoulder at him with a smirk. “Again? Already?”
Laughing a bit louder, Keegan smoothed himself against Willow’s behind, relishing in the warmth and softness of her curves. As he ducked his nose into the tussled waves of hair at the crook of her neck, he kissed her gently.
“Only if ye’re of a mind to do so, lass. I am in nay rush.” Keegan gripped Willow’s hip, pressing his length to her, which served to both relieve and intensify the ache there. “Though, I willnae deny the way I still want ye.”
“I am verra aware of that meself,” Willow drawled, her little giggle sweet and still a bit tired. “I am nae sure if I am up for it. But…I willnae stop ye touching me. I will never stop that.”
Arousal worked through him, as strong as ever, but there was also this calm sense of completion that was new to Keegan. He could lie here stroking Willow for as long as she’d allow it, happily dozing in and out of consciousness so long as she remained by his side.
“I am quite grateful for that, lass.” His erection thrummed, filling and naturally slipping into the small space between Willow’s thighs. “Ugh, the feel of ye.”
Keegan groaned, and Willow let out another hushed whimper. When he craned up to look at her more, Keegan could see the lovely pink swelling behind her skin.
“How is it that ye remain such a bashful thing, Willow?” Keegan idly rolled his hips, enjoying the sensations even if this weren’t to go anywhere further. “I’ve tasted ye, lassie. There’s nae a thing I havenae see of ye, and still, yer skin is the color of a young rosebud.”
Willow ducked her face into the pillow, still rocking her hips backward so that she might steal her own pleasure from the unhurried movements.
“Keegan,” she whispered, her breath quickening again, “this is still so…och, aye, that.”
He laughed as Willow’s concentration faltered under his efforts, and the laird focused on gliding his length between her thighs, where it brushed across the outside of her seam.
“Whatever ye wish, lass.” Keegan kissed the crook of her neck, admiring the smooth lines and curves that made up his wife’s sublime figure. “I will give ye.”
The soft, slow build-up was perfection, and Keegan could sense how Willow’s body mirrored his own, swelling with pleasure that felt soothing and leisurely even as it lit his veins with fire. They would both be approaching that blissful release in a short time if they continued this.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
Keegan’s movement stopped abruptly as Willow jolted upright in the bed. They weren’t expecting any more visitors for the evening—all traditions served—and there should be no reason to interrupt the happy couple on their wedding night.
What is this about?
Tension pooled in his gut at the thought, something within Keegan telling him that this wasn’t good. He just knew it. Pushing the covers toward Willow so that she could conceal herself, Keegan swung his legs over the bed and searched for his plaid and even Willow’s shawl to drape over himself. He didn’t have time to secure the fabrics properly or do much more than pull his shirt over his head before the urgent pounding hit the door again.
Knock, knock, knock.
“I’m comin'. Give me a moment at least to hide meself.”
He gathered his things and walked to the door, pulling the thing wide when another set of knocks started up. Who he saw on the other side made Keegan’s jaw drop, and he stumbled backward slightly.
“Lilith?”
A shuffling sound stirred up behind him, and he could hear Willow get out of the bed and hurry over.
“Lilith?” She stood at Keegan’s right, and he stepped back slightly, allowing Willow to speak with her sister first. “What are ye doin' here so late? This is hardly the time for visitors.”
The slightly younger twin’s brows were pinched together with worry, and Keegan could make out the fear behind Lilith’s blue eyes. She was profoundly nervous about something, and it didn’t bode well for anyone in the castle when the person so consumed by unease was the sister to Laird McCallum.