Page 11 of The Lass and the Laird

"Can I do more?" She kissed next to his ear. "Tell me."

The lass was quite bold for a maiden. He wondered if she did not toy with him. "Aye, there is more."

He untied his fastenings and freed himself, watching for her reaction. Instead of fear, she moved lower to get a better look. "You are quite large, are you not?"

"Aye, I've been told." Her eyes flashed to his face.

"Have women been able to take it?" She remained serious, her face devoid of humor. "I do not believe I could ever."

Declan almost laughed. "You can try with your mouth."

"My mouth?" She seemed to ponder the idea and just as he was about to move away, she pressed a kiss to the head of his cock and then sucked it into her mouth. The lass took to his hardness well, taking him deep and after he guided her hand to stroke him, continued to do so on her own.

"Ahhh." Declan's hips thrust forward into her mouth and she allowed him deeper until he could barely maintain control. His ball sack tightened and he pulled out and spilled onto the ground, his body trembling.

"Come to me." He pulled her against him and held her tightly, enjoying the feel of her delicate plushness against him.

They must have fallen asleep because moments later he heard someone calling out his name. He woke the beauty and helped her to dress in a hurry.

She stretched and looked up at the sky. "Goodness, I must hurry back. Lily must be frantic searching for me." Her face reddened when their eyes met. "I am not sure what to think about what happened between us just now. I trust you don't think..."

"Can I see you again?" Declan interrupted and took her hand to keep her from fleeing. "Here in two days?" He didn't think anything past how fetching she was.

"Aye.” She lifted the basket and hurried away just as Ian rode up.

"Declan, what in the devil have you been doing? We've scoured the lands looking for you." His enraged friend dismounted and stormed to him. "You cannot do this. You are laird now. You have responsibilities."

Not sure how to respond, Declan shrugged. Apparently it was the wrong thing to do as his friend's fist connected to his face and he found himself on the ground looking at the sky and Ian's face hovering over him.

"Get up." Ian held his fists up ready to battle. "Get your arse off the ground."

"Nay, I will not fight you. You will probably win. I do not have the added benefit of anger." Declan rubbed his throbbing jaw. "Would it help if I tell you I will not do so again?"

"No." Ian stalked away to collect the horses.

Chapter Five

"Who is she?" Ian had calmed considerably on the way back to Moriag. "It was the same woman from the square wasn't it?"

"Her name is Meredith Stuart. I believe her brother owns the lands to the south."

"If her brother gets wind of it, he could demand you marry the lass." Ian's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Have you considered that?"

Declan held up a hand. "I can swear on my life to not have spoiled her. Although she claims not to be a virgin."

The lowering sun cast long shadows over the land, the cooler evening wind blew bringing Declan to wish for a tartan. A lone deer hurried to the shelter of the woods to find respite for the night. It was the time of day Declan loved most, the settling of the world in anticipation of another day.

"I believe she attempts to forge a marriage by seducing me. Feigns innocence, but then sucks on my cock with much enthusiasm."

Ian shook his head. "You allowed it knowing her plan? So perhaps she will get her way."

"Nay. I am not to be forced into such a union. When Aiden Stuart comes to demand restitution, you will stand in my steed. On that day, you will act as laird. She claims to not know who I am, therefore, you can decree her a small amount of silver as restitution to help her brother find her a suitable husband."

"Your brilliant mind astonishes me." Ian's dry remark made Declan chuckle.

Moriag came into view, the gray, stone structure already etched into his heart. Pride at owning it filled him.

The woman he married would rule in the household and in his bed. He'd not be manipulated into a marriage by a wily lass. The picture of Meredith lying in his bed formed and he pushed it away. If she did not lie, he'd not be against a union with her. Of course, if she did, he had to admit being seduced by the beauty had its benefits.