Page 51 of Rory

As he continued his passionate litany, demanding more and more from her, Una cradled his baws, and when they tightened and he thrust deeper than he had before, she squeezed them gently, triggering the first jet of his seed into her slick quim. She then brought her hands to her chebs and rubbed them, thumbing her hard nipples as he watched with hot eyes.

“I cannae resist you, Kel,” Una said as she played with herself, and watched him jerk with his pleasure as he pumped her full of his cream. “I’ll never again need another man but you.”

When he dropped beside her he pulled her against him and tucked her head under his chin. He didn’t speak, but his hand stroked her back as if he meant to comfort her. When at last he slid his cock from her, he pressed his lips to her brow. The kiss seemed so tender and sweet that Una struggled not to weep.

If only he loved me as much as Elspeth.

She knew she would never be as good a soul as the head chamber maid, but surely she had changed enough to have a chance with Kelso. Yet even as she thought that, she pushed away the notion of somehow claiming him for herself. Jealousy of others and covetousness of what they possessed had sent her straight down the path to the stables. She would be content with her lot and stay out of trouble.

They lay back against their bed of sacks, watching each other as their bodies cooled and the absence of words became a quietude of wonder. Una dared to touch his lips with her fingers, awed by how beautiful his mouth was, and brushed the tips of his long dark eyelashes. Kelso touched her with possessive yet gentle hands, weighing her chebs against his palms, rounding his fingers over her broad hip.

“You’re made for pleasing a man,” he murmured to her, gripping her arse and kneading it with his fingers. “Often I’ve watched you from behind and suffered temptations when you bent over to attend to a task. Only there was Elspeth, and I couldnae betray her.”

His confession first startled and then pleased her. That he had even looked upon her seemed like a compliment; thanks to her old, scheming ways in the past Una had never been any clansman’s choice. Although she had much to learn about how to be a good, kind woman, she would not bind this man to her—nor herself to him. They needed time to learn more than how well they might pleasure each other.

“If you dinnae wish keep me as your lover, you’ve but to say,” she told him. “I’ll do the same.”

Kelso’s dark gaze softened. “Shall you, now?”

The sudden sound of watchers’ horns blaring and men shouting outside made them both scramble to their feet. As Kelso jerked up his trews, Una straightened her gown, and then they went to the door. He opened a small gap through which they peered out, and she saw ashen-faced strangers in filthy orange garments attacking the McKeran men.

“Slogs.” She pushed the door shut and leaned against the wall. “I must get to the kitchens and join Doon and the other maids.” She glanced at his belt. “Lend me a blade, lad.”