immediately drew it up and lowered the portcullis, preventing any other from entering. The guards had dubbed him Hotspur because he always rode hell for leather, even when he had a woman riding pillion.
Zara ran up the stairs ahead of Ramsay Douglas, lifting her red skirts high to display her bare ankles and shapely calves Ram followed carrying a blazing torch that flared and sputtered, casting long shadows against the rough stone walls.
Suddenly another man holding a torch high stood at the top of the stone steps. He moved on with a lurch after acknowledging them with a curt nod. Ram placed his torch in the iron cresset outside his door, and Zara flew into the large chamber that she’d first entered the previous spring. As Ram lit the lamps, she turned to him with a provocative pout on her lips. “He hates me!” she said.
“Colin doesn’t hate anyone. He’s too soft and gutless for that.”
“That was a look of disgust—I’m not blind.”
He grinned at her. “That look was for me My cousin disapproves of my wenching. He’d have me wed and breeding Douglas sons if he had his way, as would the rest of the clan.”
She came close and slipped her arms up about his neck and whispered, “In this castle I suspect it’s your way or no way.”
He looked down at her with an almost casual glance “Ye suspect right.” Though the hour was late, he seemed in no hurry, and Zara was piqued He continued his perusal of her person, of the small pointed breasts hardening beneath his glance, and the slanted eyes that gave her the look of her exotic ancestors. He touched the gold ring in her ear. “Did you lose the other earring I gave you, or did you pawn it?”
She gave him a provocative look. “It was the first real gold I ever earned. I shall keep it always—in a place thatwill do me the most good.” She was speaking in riddles, and he had neither time nor patience for women’s riddles. He pushed her away from him so that he could remove his leather jack. Her eyes widened when she saw he wore chain mail beneath it. His movements were so lithe, she hadn’t guessed he was wearing the heavy vest, but the Black Ram had too many enemies to go about unprotected.
As he removed his linen shirt, boots, and leather trews, her eyes became greedy as they slid over the pure male splendor of him. In contrast Zara wore only two garments, skirt and blouse. Ram’s deft fingers lifted the blouse over her head, and he said, “Let’s have a look at you, then,” holding her at arm’s length.
The tip of her red tongue came out to slowly circle her lips as she lifted her red skirts beneath her chin and posed for him. His dark eyes lost their casual look as they focused upon her triangle of tight black curls. “Jesu,” he breathed, “I thought I’d seen everything!”
The mate to her gold earring had been pierced and mounted at the tip of her mons. “This guarantees me more customers than I can ever accommodate. I am the highest-paid lay in Scotland, more famous than any courtesan. The king was enthralled.”
Ram whistled. “The king? How do we compare in bed?”
She lifted off her skirt and flung it across the chamber. “The king is not without talent, but you most definitely have the longer … wind!”
He let out a whoop and lifted her high as if she weighed no more than a feather. He tossed her onto the great bed and dove after her, his fingers seeking the gold bauble.
“‘Tis exactly the right size for a man to pass through before he enters the gates of Paradise,” she said, drawing her knees wide so the golden hoop dangled over her hot center.
“Then you’ve had inadequate lovers, my wild littleGypsy. My shaft is far too thick, as ye can plainly see…. However, if ye insist on playing games, I suppose I have other appendages will fit through.”
Chapter 3
Rob Kennedy had shrewdly guessed that his wife would manipulate him into allowing her a visit to her home in Carlisle. Her trunks were all packed by the
Zara ran up the stairs ahead of Ramsay Douglas, lifting her red skirts high to display her bare ankles and shapely calves Ram followed carrying a blazing torch that flared and sputtered, casting long shadows against the rough stone walls.
Suddenly another man holding a torch high stood at the top of the stone steps. He moved on with a lurch after acknowledging them with a curt nod. Ram placed his torch in the iron cresset outside his door, and Zara flew into the large chamber that she’d first entered the previous spring. As Ram lit the lamps, she turned to him with a provocative pout on her lips. “He hates me!” she said.
“Colin doesn’t hate anyone. He’s too soft and gutless for that.”
“That was a look of disgust—I’m not blind.”
He grinned at her. “That look was for me My cousin disapproves of my wenching. He’d have me wed and breeding Douglas sons if he had his way, as would the rest of the clan.”
She came close and slipped her arms up about his neck and whispered, “In this castle I suspect it’s your way or no way.”
He looked down at her with an almost casual glance “Ye suspect right.” Though the hour was late, he seemed in no hurry, and Zara was piqued He continued his perusal of her person, of the small pointed breasts hardening beneath his glance, and the slanted eyes that gave her the look of her exotic ancestors. He touched the gold ring in her ear. “Did you lose the other earring I gave you, or did you pawn it?”
She gave him a provocative look. “It was the first real gold I ever earned. I shall keep it always—in a place thatwill do me the most good.” She was speaking in riddles, and he had neither time nor patience for women’s riddles. He pushed her away from him so that he could remove his leather jack. Her eyes widened when she saw he wore chain mail beneath it. His movements were so lithe, she hadn’t guessed he was wearing the heavy vest, but the Black Ram had too many enemies to go about unprotected.
As he removed his linen shirt, boots, and leather trews, her eyes became greedy as they slid over the pure male splendor of him. In contrast Zara wore only two garments, skirt and blouse. Ram’s deft fingers lifted the blouse over her head, and he said, “Let’s have a look at you, then,” holding her at arm’s length.
The tip of her red tongue came out to slowly circle her lips as she lifted her red skirts beneath her chin and posed for him. His dark eyes lost their casual look as they focused upon her triangle of tight black curls. “Jesu,” he breathed, “I thought I’d seen everything!”
The mate to her gold earring had been pierced and mounted at the tip of her mons. “This guarantees me more customers than I can ever accommodate. I am the highest-paid lay in Scotland, more famous than any courtesan. The king was enthralled.”
Ram whistled. “The king? How do we compare in bed?”
She lifted off her skirt and flung it across the chamber. “The king is not without talent, but you most definitely have the longer … wind!”
He let out a whoop and lifted her high as if she weighed no more than a feather. He tossed her onto the great bed and dove after her, his fingers seeking the gold bauble.
“‘Tis exactly the right size for a man to pass through before he enters the gates of Paradise,” she said, drawing her knees wide so the golden hoop dangled over her hot center.
“Then you’ve had inadequate lovers, my wild littleGypsy. My shaft is far too thick, as ye can plainly see…. However, if ye insist on playing games, I suppose I have other appendages will fit through.”
Chapter 3
Rob Kennedy had shrewdly guessed that his wife would manipulate him into allowing her a visit to her home in Carlisle. Her trunks were all packed by the
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