I left with the men to search for her. When I met up with you at the river, I prayed you had truly found her. Then I had the notion to speak with the clan bordering yours, having learned Laird Montgomery would be visiting you, and I hoped I could learn the truth." Tuathal smiled. "He wasna happy that you married the lass. But I am well-pleased."
"You can be assured I will take the best of care of her."
"And I will do the same for you." Sorcha said to Ronan.
He laughed.
"Not just any man would have been right for the lass. She seems to have found the right one in you," Tuathal said. "I congratulate you both."
Sorcha had quit eating and drinking, and Ronan took her hand and rubbed it. He knew she was thinking about her sister and the rest of her family, and before she could propose it, he said, "Is there any way that mayhap Lady Akira and her children could leave Craigly Castle on a journey nearby and we might…happen to meet them?"
Tuathal smiled. "I couldna suggest it, and it might not turn out as well as we plan, but I will do my best to make it happen."
"As soon as we can," Ronan said. He didn't want Sorcha traveling as the bairn grew in her belly.
"Aye. If you like, we can leave on the morrow."
"As my wife wishes," Ronan said. And he prayed he would not be putting her in harm's way when they crossed the MacNeill lands.
"We will have to get close to Craigly Castle," Tuathal warned. "The children are too young to travel very far."
"If I could but see Akira, I would be happy. The children, too, aye, but if the journey would be too difficult for them…"
"We will see," Tuathal assured her, but he didn't sound certain that their plan would succeed.
***
"You didna tell me he was watching out for you, lass," Ronan said as he helped his wife out of her clothes, marveling at her lovely breasts, and other remarkable features before he led her to the bed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and joined her, shutting the bed curtains tight.
"I didna know that the MacNeill you had met and who handed over my horse was Tuathal. I should have known. Oh, Ronan, do you think we will really see them?"
"We will make every effort to do so." He kissed her mouth then, his hand gently caressing her breast as he tasted the honeyed mead on her lips. At least, after they had agreed to the trip, she had managed to eat some.
He was happy to take her to see her kin, but still worried Laird MacNeill may hear of it and punish Akira and the children, or even fight Ronan and his kin. The man was not one to be trusted.
He had even worried about Tuathal. What if he had hoped that Ronan would want to appease his wife and take her there, but the plan would turn afoul when Laird MacNeill and his men received word of their presence and then a battle could very well ensue.
Then, realizing Sorcha was studying his face, he shoved the concern from his thoughts and kissed his bonny wife thoroughly, loving the way she always responded with just as much ardor.
His hand slipped into her silky hair as he kissed her forehead, then her nose, making her smile, her cheeks, her throat.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved his mouth to her breast and licked and suckled the nipple. He slid his hand down her flat belly and lower still until he was caressing that place that made her moan and writhe at his touch. He loved how responsive she always was as he stroked her harder, adjusting his touch as she squeezed his arms or loosened her grip. He'd learned just what she loved and wanted more of, just by watching her reactions. Like now.
Sorcha arched into Ronan's touch, her lips parted as she breathed through the sensations overwhelming her, loving how every time felt so different, yet pleasingly gave her the same kind of pleasure. She loved him for being as sensitive as he was to her feelings, both with regards to their lovemaking and with seeing her sister and her family.
For now, she was swept up in the feel of him, the heavenly way he touched
"You can be assured I will take the best of care of her."
"And I will do the same for you." Sorcha said to Ronan.
He laughed.
"Not just any man would have been right for the lass. She seems to have found the right one in you," Tuathal said. "I congratulate you both."
Sorcha had quit eating and drinking, and Ronan took her hand and rubbed it. He knew she was thinking about her sister and the rest of her family, and before she could propose it, he said, "Is there any way that mayhap Lady Akira and her children could leave Craigly Castle on a journey nearby and we might…happen to meet them?"
Tuathal smiled. "I couldna suggest it, and it might not turn out as well as we plan, but I will do my best to make it happen."
"As soon as we can," Ronan said. He didn't want Sorcha traveling as the bairn grew in her belly.
"Aye. If you like, we can leave on the morrow."
"As my wife wishes," Ronan said. And he prayed he would not be putting her in harm's way when they crossed the MacNeill lands.
"We will have to get close to Craigly Castle," Tuathal warned. "The children are too young to travel very far."
"If I could but see Akira, I would be happy. The children, too, aye, but if the journey would be too difficult for them…"
"We will see," Tuathal assured her, but he didn't sound certain that their plan would succeed.
***
"You didna tell me he was watching out for you, lass," Ronan said as he helped his wife out of her clothes, marveling at her lovely breasts, and other remarkable features before he led her to the bed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and joined her, shutting the bed curtains tight.
"I didna know that the MacNeill you had met and who handed over my horse was Tuathal. I should have known. Oh, Ronan, do you think we will really see them?"
"We will make every effort to do so." He kissed her mouth then, his hand gently caressing her breast as he tasted the honeyed mead on her lips. At least, after they had agreed to the trip, she had managed to eat some.
He was happy to take her to see her kin, but still worried Laird MacNeill may hear of it and punish Akira and the children, or even fight Ronan and his kin. The man was not one to be trusted.
He had even worried about Tuathal. What if he had hoped that Ronan would want to appease his wife and take her there, but the plan would turn afoul when Laird MacNeill and his men received word of their presence and then a battle could very well ensue.
Then, realizing Sorcha was studying his face, he shoved the concern from his thoughts and kissed his bonny wife thoroughly, loving the way she always responded with just as much ardor.
His hand slipped into her silky hair as he kissed her forehead, then her nose, making her smile, her cheeks, her throat.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved his mouth to her breast and licked and suckled the nipple. He slid his hand down her flat belly and lower still until he was caressing that place that made her moan and writhe at his touch. He loved how responsive she always was as he stroked her harder, adjusting his touch as she squeezed his arms or loosened her grip. He'd learned just what she loved and wanted more of, just by watching her reactions. Like now.
Sorcha arched into Ronan's touch, her lips parted as she breathed through the sensations overwhelming her, loving how every time felt so different, yet pleasingly gave her the same kind of pleasure. She loved him for being as sensitive as he was to her feelings, both with regards to their lovemaking and with seeing her sister and her family.
For now, she was swept up in the feel of him, the heavenly way he touched
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