Forget Me Not, My Scottish Love by Allie Palomino
Chapter Twenty-Six
“What’s a small secret, honestly,” she said to him a mere day later. She rubbed against him and breathed on his neck, biting his ear. “Tell me.”
“I shouldna be tellin’ ye this. We were ordered to bring ye before our laird.”
She licked the inside of his ear. “Look at me. Do I look like I’d poison the wife of a powerful laird? I doona know how, and I wouldna even know where to look. They are mistaken.” She licked his ear again.
He closed his eyes as she grabbed his cock.
“Why am I not going to see ye for a while? I have an itch that only ye can scratch.”
His eyes flared as she moved backwards, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes. He reached out his hand, which shook a little, and grasped one of her large breasts. She arched her head back and moaned, biting her lip as she smiled.
“Only ye do this to me,” she said, taking his other hand and placing it on her other breast. “Tell me,” she said, pouting. “How long will I be without ye?” She turned her head to the side, giving him her most innocent face.
He smiled, fondling her full breasts. He shifted in the hay.
“We leave in four days to avenge the death of our laird’s father. We’ll be moving towards Haynsworth on the border.”
She sulked and gave him her very best practiced pout. “That long?” she asked, dragging her hand down her body. His eyes followed.
He cleared his throat. “Yes.” He looked at her blue eyes briefly before returning back to where her finger continued south from her bellybutton.
“We’ll have to make this night more special then, willna we?” she asked, smiling coyly.
Just before dawn broke, she mounted on a horse and rode out at a neck-breaking pace.
For the border.