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Bered shrugged. “I didnae see the thing. I shall return and search again, if you wish.”

“Go to the palace and wait there for me,” Merrick finally said, and waited until Bered departed before he turned to the laird. “’Twould seem Mistress Parish needs our protection.”

Chapter Twelve

Nyall lay with Caroline in his arms, thinking on the moment earlier when Jamaran had risen from their makeshift bed. His friend had quietly added a split to the fire before pulling on his garment. When he looked down at them his expression had been content, and the stream of his thoughts the same.

Look after our lady, Brother.

The commander had said nothing more as he’d silently left the cottage. That didn’t dismay Nyall. He understood the enormity of what had happened here tonight, and what that meant to them both.

“Mmmm.” Their lover stirred, touching him with her fingers before she reached for the commander, and then frowned and opened her eyes. “I went to sleep with two gorgeous men, where’s the other one?”

Nyall kissed her brow. “He left.”

“Why?” Caroline looked over at the door. “I wanted us to spend the whole night together.”

“He couldnae.” He gathered her closer. “He needs the sea as you and I need air. Too long away hurts him, and may even end him.”

She turned over onto her back. “I keep forgetting that he needs to breathe water.” She glanced at him. “Next time, wake me up so I can kiss him goodbye, okay?”

“Aye.” He watched her face for a few moments, expecting to see some show of discomfort or dismay. Instead she looked as content as his friend had, perhaps even more so. “You’ve no regrets, my lady?”

“About the best night I’ve ever had in my life?” She pretended to think before she said, “None. How about you?”

“The pleasure, ’twas beyond my dreams.” Admitting as much should have shamed him, but he refused to tarnish those long, slow hours of delight they had shared. “You astonish me, Caroline.”

She chuckled. “I don’t know why. You know all my secrets now. Well, maybe not this one.” She rolled atop him, straddling him and pushing him back. “I like having sex as soon as I wake up. I even like it when I’m half-asleep. Cooperate, and I’ll make sure you don’t suffer.”

He gripped her thighs, his cock swelling as she reached between them. “Indeed. I must wake you every morn, then.”

“I also like afternoon sex.” Caroline rose as she fitted him to her, and then slowly sank down, impaling herself on his shaft. “So you should come and find me after you’ve done your morning duty—or I could come to you. The doors in the garrison hall have bars on them, too, right?” Once she had him buried inside her, she bent down to kiss him and said, “I’d like to spend some nights with Jamaran.”

That was something he hadn’t considered. “Do you want him alone?”

“You mean, like I have you all to myself now?” She began to move, lifting herself and then coming back down on him, her quim gripping and releasing him sweetly. “Sometimes, yes, I would, but only if you’re there to watch us”

Nyall’s baws tightened as he considered that. “If you’d permit him the same pleasure, I reckon I may convince him.”

“You reckon, huh?” She grinned and then put her mouth next to his ear to whisper, “We’re going to have so much fun.”

He allowed her to do whatever she wished to him, and Caroline took swift advantage. At first she tormented him with slow, shallow movements, allowing him to come inside her halfway before she rose again, denying him the full thrust he desired. She then shifted down, allowing him to slide from her hot, slick quim before she began toying with his cock. She kissed him from tip to root and back again, and then suckled him until he thought he might flood her mouth with his cream.

“Not yet, Captain.” She slid up over him, tormenting him with the delicious weight of her breasts on his abdomen before clasping her thighs outside his. “You need to work for it this time.”

What made him take hold of her and flip her over onto her back, Nyall didn’t know. He needed to fack her deeply, and somehow she understood, for she parted her thighs wider and welcomed his hard thrusts. The wetness of her body around him and the gentle tugs of her muscles as she clasped him drove him nearly out of his mind. When she ran her hands over his chest he caught her wrists and pinned them to the ticking.

“Seeing your mouth suckling him nearly made me spill inside you,” he told her, his voice coming deep from his chest now. “Dinnae offer more than you may give, for I shall want you every morn, every noon, every night. To take you and see you taken. To fill you as he shall, and hear you moan for us.”

“I’ll give you everything you want,” she said, gasping as he plunged so deep his cockhead nudged the mouth of her womb. “Nyall.”

He loved seeing her reach her bliss, hearing the helpless sounds she made, and knowing the way her body would arch under his and shake with the power of her delight. He drove her through that sweet heated explosion and never let her fall, but stroked her with his cock again and again until she came for him a second time. Then, in the very heart of her joy, he jetted inside her, emptying all of his seed into her tight, wet quim.

Holding her as she gasped in the aftermath made him wonder if he could ever again sleep alone. He also knew what they had done together created all new difficulties for the three of them. Yet the shame he’d expected to overtake him never came. This was how she had wished to be with him and his friend, and it seemed exactly right.

“Don’t do that.” Caroline reached up and rubbed her fingertips against his brow. “You think too much, Captain.”

“’Tis a failing of mine.” He kissed her hand. “Should you ever wish choose between us, I shallnae stop you.”