A Contract Bride's Triple Surprise (34 page)

He staggered forward and rested her against the wall again before his rubbery legs gave way. She groaned, smiling. His kissed her forehead tenderly. She looked up at him with eyes only half open.

“Welcome home, my favorite husband.”

She purred the words up at him like a cat full of cream. His cream.

“Damn, I missed you.” He panted as he reluctantly backed away so she could let her legs down. They sank to the floor. He hauled her into his lap and just held her for a while.

“Beth said she could borrow Daniel for a few days.” Amelia drew a finger down his chest in suggestion.

“I’m all for it.” He kissed her nose.

“More.”

“More? As in two, or three?”

A flush rose up Amelia’s face. After everything she’d done, he was amazed she still blushed like a virgin. Had Gil finally relaxed enough to join the living?

“Gillis said he had to sleep with me so I wouldn’t wake him with my nightmares.”

“He did? And how much sleep did you get, vixen?”

She pouted. “Lots. He only played with me a couple times.”

Ross laughed. “Was that a complaint?”

“Yes! He was too gentle with me. It’s nice now and then, but I’m not going to break. So I need lots and lots of you.”

She pushed out her lower lip. He nipped it as a warning.

“Ah, laddie. Wastin’ time while chores are needin’ to be done.”

“You’re the one who didn’t take care of my wife well enough. She jumped me before I could finish my horse.”

Gillis picked up the brush and took over from Ross. “Did she now? I treated her as the sweet woman she is. Mayhaps the lass needs a bit of spanking for all her complaints.”

“What?” Amelia fought her way out of Ross’s lap. She got to her feet and shook a finger at Gillis. “When you finally played with me, you teased me for hours!”

Ross sent a silent prayer of thanks. Whatever the two of them had done, or not, it had brought his brother alive. No more moping around in silent grief, day and night.

* * * *

Gillis hid a smile at the way Amelia’s lush breasts forced their way past her buttons. The two of them had wasted no time.

“’Tis a bonnie pair ye have, but do ye not think it best to close up yer dress? Or are ye asking for more?”

Amelia looked down at the open buttons. She almost spat fire as she struggled to do them up. Ross stood and turned his back to quietly do the same with his pants.

“I put on weight while you were gone,” said Amelia. Her buttons strained in their holes. “I did a lot of baking for Gillis.” Gil rubbed his belly appreciatively. “Now you’re back, I’ll be so busy I’ll soon be back to normal.” She pointed a finger at both men. “And that means no eating a whole berry pie after supper!”

She stomped out of the barn. When she reached the sun, she stopped and looked over her shoulder provocatively. Hips gently swaying, she strolled to the house, knowing Gillis and Ross watched every step.

“Aye, she needs to be put across yer lap, laddie. Both sitting on yer cock and face down with that saucy bottom under yer hand.”

Ross scratched his few days’ growth and turned. Gillis raised an eyebrow and waited. Ross coughed and cleared his throat. “Is she sick in the morning yet?”

Gillis grinned in response. “Caught that, did ye?” Ross nodded, his body tense. “Nay, but I expect it any day. Prue was the same. Breasts swelled up before her belly was upset. Yer seed is strong. Auntie told me afore she left. ‘Tis the only reason I touched her.”

“You knew, and didn’t tell me?”

“Would ye have left yer wife if ye’d known?”

“No.” Ross grasped the rough top of the stall with both hands. He leaned over and rested his forehead on them for a moment. “I don’t know how to be a good father.”

“Dinna fash, laddie. Ye had many years with the tribe and three with the Elliotts. All I had was Pa. Ye’ll do fine.” He slapped Ross on the back, harder than necessary. Ross raised his fists and glowered.

“That’s more like it,” said Gillis. His face felt like it would split from smiling so damn much. He nodded toward the house. “I’ve said naught to her. Best go say why she’ll have to make new dresses. Give her bit of happy afore she has to spend the mornin’ chucking into a chamberpot.”

Ross nodded. He squared his shoulders and walked out of the barn. His steps quickened. He yelled for Amelia. She ran into the yard shaking her finger at him. He caught her and swirled her around. He put her down and spoke to her. She cried out once and reached for him. Ross swept her into his arms and carried her into the house.

Gillis gave a wry smile and went back to brushing the horse.

“I prayed to the Lord that she’d catch,” he said. He bent to brush off the fetlocks. The horse nibbled his hair. “It’s up to Him whether the babe is a healthy lad or not.” He looked up, past the horse.

“Hear that, Lord? Ye have my wife now. I need a MacDougal lad in return.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Nevin trudged into the yard. The new moon barely lit the ground, but the horse beside him knew the way. It nickered and was answered from the barn. It quickened its steps, and he kept pace.

Ross and Gillis were there to greet him in the barn. Ross handed him a cup of lukewarm coffee. He nodded his thanks and drank.

“Thought you’d be home for dinner,” said Ross. He took the reins and led the eager horse inside. “Gil said one of the cousins stopped by. Tillie and Auntie decided to go back with the Tribe for a couple more weeks. Amelia made a good dinner, but we ate it all when you didn’t show up. Her pastry’s improving.”

“Horse threw a shoe the other side of town,” said Nevin. “Smitty took longer than I expected, so I had an excuse to hang around, get a bath and all.” He leaned against the wall and let his brothers take care of the horse. “Did you tell Gil the men we want are nearby?”

Gillis unhooked the belly band and turned to Nevin. “He’s been a mite too busy to talk to the likes of me.”

“Celebrating coming home to Amelia?” Nevin’s cock stirred to life. He grinned in anticipation of her soft mouth going down on him.

“Tell him, laddie.”

“Tell me what?” When Ross didn’t answer, Nev stepped forward. “Is she sick?”

Ross quivered with a strange energy, one Nev hadn’t seen around his brother before.

“Gil thinks she might be in a day or so. But only in the morning.”

Nevin looked from Ross to Gillis and back. “Dammit, is she sick or not?”

“She’s with child, Nev. My child.”

Nevin tossed the tin cup aside. He grabbed his brother’s arms and looked at him. “You’re happy. That’s the energy I feel.” Grinning, he shook Ross and released him. “Damn, man. That’s wonderful!”

“Ross?” A sleepy, feminine voice drifted from the upstairs window. “Is Nevin home?”

Ross slapped Nev on the shoulder. “She missed you. And since she’s carrying my child now…”

Nevin’s mind went blank for a moment before his brain engaged. Blood surged into his cock. He swallowed, mouth dry.

“You’re sure?”

“We’ll finish up here.”

“Thank God I had a bath.”

Nevin ripped his shirt off and tossed it aside. He strode across the yard toward the house. He bent to undo his boots, kicking them to the side as he entered the kitchen. He unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his pants as he climbed the stairs. He shoved his pants past his knees and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

Amelia stood by the bed. Naked. He groaned. She opened her arms. He walked toward her, taking in the sight of her body. Of her wanting him. She suddenly dropped her head when he stepped near.

He lifted her chin. “I missed you,” he whispered.

She bit her lip and nodded. She took his hand and placed it on her belly. A smile, brighter than any he’d seen on her, lit up her face.

“Congratulations. You’ll be a wonderful mother.”

He brushed her lips with his. Gently, reverently. He gasped when she grabbed his cock in her hand. She towed him backward, toward the bed. When the backs of her knees touched the mattress, she released him.

“Show me how much you missed me,” she said.

He lifted her and tossed her gently on her back. She lay as she fell, arms and legs spread, knees bent.

“I missed your feet,” he said. He lifted her ankle and nibbled her toes. “Your legs.” He walked on his knees up the bed between her legs. He bent over to kiss the tops of her thighs. “Your belly.” She squirmed when he nibbled around her belly button. “And these,” he said, covering her breasts. “These I missed a lot.”

“Show me,” she said huskily.

He concentrated on her right breast first. Perhaps his memory was wrong, but it already felt fuller. Her nipple was just as tasty as he remembered. He drew it through his teeth, making her arch her back and gasp. He switched to the left, sucking as much of her inside his mouth as he could. He pressed this nipple against the roof of his mouth, holding it there with his tongue until he had to stop to breathe. He gave her a quick kiss on the mouth before backing up.

“And I want this.” He lay on the bed between her legs.

He pressed her pussy lips open with his thumbs. Her sweet perfume hit his gut like a sledgehammer. He licked her, from as far down as he could reach to her clit. She shivered and pressed up, demanding more.

He took his time, sliding his tongue between her folds. He pressed his fingers into her wet heat, drawing it out and down. He scratched at her asshole with his knuckle, just enough to make her squirm.

He sat up on his knees and looked down. Her eyes were glazed, her chest heaving as she gasped. Her thighs glistened with her juices. He idly rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“You want me in you now?”

“Yes!”

He wanted to slam into her pussy, deep and hard. Tonight, he’d take his time. His first time. Another night, he’d show her a different side of him.

“Bend your legs.”

She not only bent them, she curled until her knees were by her ears. Everything was available to him. Her clit, her pussy, her asshole, and her cheeks.

He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it over her clit. Back and forth, until she reached for him. Before she touched him, he inserted the throbbing head between her lips for the first time.

She caught him immediately, holding him with her inner muscles. He held his cock, his fist stopping him from plunging into her. She wanted him, but he was the one in charge.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he ordered.

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

When she hesitated, he smacked her ass, just hard enough to sting. She jerked.

“Ow!”

“Are you going to do what I said?’

“But—Ow!” She grabbed onto the thick metal bars with both hands.

If it was light out, he’d be able to see the faint imprints of his fingers on her ass. That was one advantage of white skin—his love taps would show for a bit before fading. One of these days, he’d bend her over his knee and show her how a good, loving spanking would make her so wet she’d almost come without him in her.

He released his fist and, ever so slowly, slid his cock all the way in.

Her ass was tight and hot, but her pussy was wet and welcoming. He pulled back all the way and then in again, so slowly he felt her muscles give way for him.

“God, you feel good,” he gasped.

She clenched him in silent reply. He shuddered, fighting the need for his balls to explode. Giving up, he braced his arms and gave into it, slamming forward again and again. He stared at her open mouth, her breasts jiggling every time he hit bottom. She arched her back and opened her mouth. Her orgasm rippled along his cock.

He roared and let go, instinct taking over as he filled her with his seed, again and again until he had nothing left.

He slumped onto her, his weight on his elbows.

“Mmm,” she sighed. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. “Welcome home.”

* * * *

“Your pa thinks you’re hiding from him in town, being fed by some goody-goody who’s against his drinking,” said Nevin to Daniel the next day. “He figures you’ll turn up someday when you want something from him.”

Rain, the all-day kind, dripped outside the windows. It was warm, so more of a nuisance than anything. They’d been lucky on the trail. The only rain they had during their trip was in Virginia City while Daniel was recovering from his stitches. He didn’t mind the rain now that they were home.

Daniel finished eating his porridge. He followed it with milk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I don’t want nothing from him.” He frowned for a second. “
Anything
from him. Not even his name.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” said Ross. “Sometime’s all a man’s got is his name and his pride. You wouldn’t want to lose that name, but there’s nothing stopping you from adding another.”

“I liked it when you said I was Daniel MacDougal.” Daniel looked from Nevin to Ross to Gillis. He gulped and then dropped his head. His shoulders slumped as well. “But it’s your Clan name. I suppose ya gotta be born with it.”