contented. The sounds he loved the most, though, were the ones she cried out when he was deep inside her. She had indeed let him know how much she was reveling in their lovemaking. It made his chest swell with pride that he could so easily take away her inhibitions. His discipline was swiftly disappearing as his cock bucked and throbbed, and he knew that if he didn’t leave now, he would make love to her again. He let his gaze caress her face once more before he turned away. It would be probably be a day or two before he could touch her again, he realized in disappointment.
A dissatisfied sigh rolled out of him and he swung away from her, slipping off the mattress and strolling into the other chamber. Going to the trunks, he opened one and removed a shirt and his kilt. Dressing quickly, he pulled on his boots and left the room. He didn’t expect anyone to be up so early after the long night of celebration. Down in the hall, he grinned at all the men sleeping, some at the tables and some on the floor. He didn’t doubt that there would be many a sore head when they woke. Though the great room was a mess, he knew that the servants, when they crawled out of their beds, would set it to rights. His head spun around when the door was thrown open and one of the men who stood watch rushed inside.
“My Laird, visitors will be arriving in three hours. Word was sent there’s a large party of Clan McDowell approaching.”
Heaven help him, that was all he needed. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the messenger. He did not mind Laird McDowell himself; it was his daughter that Cameron found so aggravating. The wench was spiteful, self-centered and had tried to seduce him too many times to count. She was sure to cause no end of trouble by her arrival, he did not doubt that for one second. It would probably be even worse once she learnt he had married. His wee wife would probably lose her temper a time or two, he was certain of that as well. Och, it was sure to be a very unpleasant visit. He gave a loud shout to wake the sleepers in the hall. The place needed to be cleaned up before his ‘guests’ arrived.
Most likely his wife would like a bath, and he wasn’t looking forward to explaining about their visitors, but he would have to warn her what Lady Janice was like ahead of time so that Lark would be properly armed against any nasty jibes. He could only hope the irritating woman was smart enough not to ridicule the wee lass’s height. There were sure to be fireworks if she did. He should have realized they would come; the McDowells’ visits were increasing and he knew the reason why. They were foolish indeed if they thought he would dishonor himself and not go through with wedding his betrothed. Even more stupid to think he would wed Janice. He shuddered at the thought of taking that shrewish witch as his wife. He snapped out orders to a group of servants and bounded up the staircase. Entering his chamber, he strode into his bedchamber and saw his wife sitting up, a cross expression on her face.
“What in tarnation has ye bellowing like a bull at this time of the morning?” she grouched, glaring at him with annoyance.
He shrugged. “Visitors will be arriving shortly.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “But it’s barely dawn.”
“Aye, ‘tis barely dawn right now, sweeting, but they will be here in a few hours naetheless,” he explained with what humor he could muster lacing his voice.
“Well, that is so very considerate of them.” Her tone was sarcastic as she flopped back down on the pillows.
A chuckle rumbled in his throat and he coughed to cover it. “Aye, ‘tis most, ah, considerate of them. I must warn ye, though, that t’will nae be a very pleasant visit. Lady Janice McDowell will, nae doubt, be vindictive towards ye. She and her father had hopes I would forget the contract and offer for her. She is nae a verra pleasant wench. She will poke at yer temper and ridicule ye.”
“Well, aren’t I just
A dissatisfied sigh rolled out of him and he swung away from her, slipping off the mattress and strolling into the other chamber. Going to the trunks, he opened one and removed a shirt and his kilt. Dressing quickly, he pulled on his boots and left the room. He didn’t expect anyone to be up so early after the long night of celebration. Down in the hall, he grinned at all the men sleeping, some at the tables and some on the floor. He didn’t doubt that there would be many a sore head when they woke. Though the great room was a mess, he knew that the servants, when they crawled out of their beds, would set it to rights. His head spun around when the door was thrown open and one of the men who stood watch rushed inside.
“My Laird, visitors will be arriving in three hours. Word was sent there’s a large party of Clan McDowell approaching.”
Heaven help him, that was all he needed. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the messenger. He did not mind Laird McDowell himself; it was his daughter that Cameron found so aggravating. The wench was spiteful, self-centered and had tried to seduce him too many times to count. She was sure to cause no end of trouble by her arrival, he did not doubt that for one second. It would probably be even worse once she learnt he had married. His wee wife would probably lose her temper a time or two, he was certain of that as well. Och, it was sure to be a very unpleasant visit. He gave a loud shout to wake the sleepers in the hall. The place needed to be cleaned up before his ‘guests’ arrived.
Most likely his wife would like a bath, and he wasn’t looking forward to explaining about their visitors, but he would have to warn her what Lady Janice was like ahead of time so that Lark would be properly armed against any nasty jibes. He could only hope the irritating woman was smart enough not to ridicule the wee lass’s height. There were sure to be fireworks if she did. He should have realized they would come; the McDowells’ visits were increasing and he knew the reason why. They were foolish indeed if they thought he would dishonor himself and not go through with wedding his betrothed. Even more stupid to think he would wed Janice. He shuddered at the thought of taking that shrewish witch as his wife. He snapped out orders to a group of servants and bounded up the staircase. Entering his chamber, he strode into his bedchamber and saw his wife sitting up, a cross expression on her face.
“What in tarnation has ye bellowing like a bull at this time of the morning?” she grouched, glaring at him with annoyance.
He shrugged. “Visitors will be arriving shortly.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “But it’s barely dawn.”
“Aye, ‘tis barely dawn right now, sweeting, but they will be here in a few hours naetheless,” he explained with what humor he could muster lacing his voice.
“Well, that is so very considerate of them.” Her tone was sarcastic as she flopped back down on the pillows.
A chuckle rumbled in his throat and he coughed to cover it. “Aye, ‘tis most, ah, considerate of them. I must warn ye, though, that t’will nae be a very pleasant visit. Lady Janice McDowell will, nae doubt, be vindictive towards ye. She and her father had hopes I would forget the contract and offer for her. She is nae a verra pleasant wench. She will poke at yer temper and ridicule ye.”
“Well, aren’t I just
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