“Oh,” Dwyn breathed, looking surprised.
“So,” Geordie said now. “Even if ye still do no’ agree we’re handfasted, I plan to marry ye all o’er again tomorrow in front o’ the priest, me family and witnesses.”
“But what about Brodie?” she asked with a frown.
Geordie caught her face in his hands and tipped it up so their gazes met. “I’m no’ afraid o’ Brodie, lass. And you should no’ be either. Remember, you and Innes now have eight powerful clans at yer back. Brodie would be a fool to attack.”
He started to lower his head to kiss her then, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.
“I ken ye think ’twill be all right, Geordie, but there’s something wrong with the man. The things he was saying when he attacked me . . .” Her mouth tightened. “There’s something wrong in his head. He’ll no’ fight fair and come straight at us.”
“Lass,” he began soothingly, but Dwyn shook her head.
“Nay, Geordie, ye need to listen. He was twisted in the head ere the dogs attacked him, but surely it will be worse now. Ye need to ken what Angus and Barra did. They—”
“Hush,” he murmured, placing a finger over her mouth. “Ye have me now. All will be well. I promise.” He sealed that vow with a kiss.
For the first time, Dwyn didn’t respond at once to the caress and he could almost hear the worry chasing around in her head. Displeased that anyone could come between them, Geordie redoubled his efforts to gain a response from her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he found her breasts and began to caress and palm and fondle them.
Much to his relief, Dwyn finally moaned and began to kiss him back. The moment she did, Geordie released one breast to snake his hand down between her legs and begin stoking the fire there. Dwyn immediately gasped into his mouth, and reached down to clutch his hand, pushing it tighter against herself. But she broke their kiss and threw her head back on a cry when he slid a finger into her.
Recalling that she was newly breached, and unsure if that cry was one of pleasure or pain, Geordie frowned and stilled his hand to ask in a concerned growl, “Are ye sore, lass?”
“Nay,” Dwyn groaned, shifting her hips and digging her nails impatiently into his hand. “Do no’ stop, Geordie.”
“Good,” he breathed with relief, and began to caress her again, his eyes sliding over her full round breasts and the tight nipples pointing up at him as she leaned back on one arm, her back arching upward. Bending, he nipped lightly at one sweet bud, and said, “Because I’ve a mind to take ye like a dog takes his mate, lass. I want ye on yer hands and knees, with me behind ye so I can nip at yer neck, tangle me hands in yer hair and—” His words died, choked off in his throat when her hand suddenly released his and instead grabbed his cock, to squeeze lightly.
Dwyn didn’t stroke him. He doubted she knew to do that, but she squeezed and growled, “Then do it, husband.”
A smile slid over Geordie’s lips as he realized she’d called him husband, but then she squeezed him more firmly, and added, “I’m aching and need ye.”
“Christ, woman,” he growled, retrieving his hand from between her legs, and knocking her hand away from his erection before slipping both hands under her behind and lifting her off the table. “Thank God I met ye before Rory or Alick did.”
“It would no’ have mattered,” Dwyn assured him, wrapping her legs around his hips, and tightening them until he was rubbing against her with every step as he started to walk back to the bed.
“How do ye ken? Ye might have fallen for one o’ them,” he said, hoping she’d assure him otherwise. And she did.
“Nay,” she said firmly. “I do no’ look at them and want to see their pillicock.”
Laughter bursting from his lips, Geordie tumbled onto the bed with her, and then raised his head to watch her face as he entered her. Dwyn groaned, her body stretching under his, head going back and eyes closing, only to open again when he remained planted deep inside her, but not moving. When she raised wide, questioning eyes to him, he smiled and said, “Oddly enough, wife. Neither do I.”
Dwyn blinked, slow to realize that he was talking about not wanting to see his brothers’ pillicocks when he looked at them, and then she burst out laughing too. Smiling, Geordie began to move then, his gaze sliding over his wee wife as he thrust into her. She was right where he’d wanted her, naked and laughing in his bed. His wife. Damn. All was right with the world.
Dwyn ran one hand lightly down Geordie’s chest, watching his face for any reaction. A sigh slid from the depths of her body when she got none. He had fallen fast asleep the moment he’d finished loving her the second time after carrying her to the bed from the table. Or was it the third? She wondered over that briefly, but wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he’d fallen dead asleep and she was lying here wide awake and restless. But he did look tired, she thought guiltily. Perhaps it took more out of the man to mate. Mayhap he poured all his energy into the woman along with his seed, and that was why she was so energetic while he was sleeping like the dead.
Sighing, Dwyn rolled away from him onto her back, and stared up at the royal blue bed drapes briefly, but then frowned as she became aware of another need that wanted tending. Grimacing, she glanced to Geordie and then sat up and glanced around. Her wrinkled gown was lying on the floor by the tub, as was one of her slippers, but the other slipper was next to the bed, she saw. It was for the wrong foot, but . . .
Shrugging, she leaned off the bed to scoop it up, and pulled it onto her left foot. It didn’t feel quite right, but it was a soft slipper and would do, she decided, and then crawled to the end of the bed and along to the bottom corner closest to the door. Once there, she slid her leg down and got carefully to her foot. She then took a hop, grimacing at the noise she made. Pausing, she glanced back to the bed, but Geordie hadn’t stirred. Letting out a relieved breath, she turned forward and took several hops this time, her hands out and pinwheeling for balance. She’d meant to just take three or four hops and stop to look around and check on Geordie again, but was afraid she’d lose her balance and fall so continued forward, picking up pace as she went in an effort to keep from tumbling forward. Even so she was a couple feet from her chest against the wall holding the door when she did tumble forward.
Fortunately, Dwyn was close enough to catch herself on the edge of the chest. Holding on to it, her body like a board leaning against a low wall, she glanced back to the bed to be sure Geordie still slept, then dragged herself forward to sit on the chest. Dwyn took a minute to regroup then, but finally heaved herself back to her foot and opened the chest.
The gown on top was a royal blue color, much like the drapes of Geordie’s bed. Smiling, she pulled it out, and then grabbed a shift, closed the chest lid and sat on it to draw her naked foot up onto the chest with her so she didn’t accidentally set it in the rushes. Dwyn then set the dress next to her and quickly dragged her shift on. Her sisters had lowered the neckline on her shifts so that she could wear them under the dresses with the lower necklines, but the rose gown was so low she hadn’t been able to wear a shift under it. She was hoping to have better luck with the blue.