Conall: The 93rd Highlanders, Book Two (13 page)

“
I think
she’d like it too,” Conall said, watching her intently. She
couldn’t speak. “How about a little bit of that now?” he asked in a
teasing voice. “Graeme, I’ve got my hands full. Can you check and
see if our girl is nice and wet and ready to fuck?”

Avril wrapped her leg
around Conall’s and Graeme got that hard look he wore when he was
lustful and ready. She had trouble breathing as he moved up behind
her.

“
Aye,” he
said, his burr thick as it always was when he was aroused. He
lifted her skirt slowly and the cool air hit her bare thighs and
made her shiver. Graeme held his hand out so she could see it.
“Take off my glove, Avril.”

She slid her hands down
Conall’s shoulders and she pulled them from his neck. Then she took
Graeme’s hand in hers and pulled his glove off one finger at a
time. Conall was breathing hard and heavy when she was
done.

“
I love his
hands,” Conall whispered in her ear. “So rough and big. His damn
fingers are thick as a pike. When he fucks you with them you know
it for sure.” Avril whimpered.

Graeme wasted no time. He
reached between her legs and pushed his finger into her. “She’s
wet,” he said. He kissed the side of her neck. “Very wet.” He began
to fuck his finger in and out and with a gasp she moved with him,
riding it.

“
Damn, so hot
for it,” Conall breathed out in awe. “What do you want, Avril girl?
What do you want us to do?”

“
Whatever you
like,” she said breathlessly, and she meant it.

“
Graeme,”
Conall said, and his hands tightened on her waist. Then he grabbed
her skirt and pulled it high, bunching it up around her waist as he
peered over her shoulder to watch Graeme’s hand moving between her
legs. “I’ve got to fuck her.”

“
Sit down on
the cot,” Graeme ordered him. “Now.”

Conall obeyed immediately
and there was something about it that let her know he’d done that
before, that Graeme was in charge when they were together, just as
he was with Avril. She liked that, liked knowing that Graeme
affected Conall the same way he affected her.

“
Sit in his
lap and fuck him, Avril,” Graeme told her, his voice quiet but
firm. “Do it.” He pulled his finger from her and gently pushed her
toward Conall, who had made quick work of his kilt and now sat
there bare assed, his cock thick and hard and standing straight up
between his legs. She glanced back at Graeme and saw him staring at
Conall’s cock too, with a hungry look in his eye. She shivered and
felt a slick glide of wetness coat her sex. There was no denying
their desire for each other aroused her. She didn’t understand it
and didn’t try. Instead she straddled Conall’s lap and went to sit
on his cock.

“
Stop,”
Graeme said, and she did, standing there over Conall’s lap, her
legs spread. “I want to see. Take off your dress.” She started to
move away from Conall, but again Graeme stopped her. “Without
moving.”

Conall took pity on her
and undid the buttons down the front of her dress while she held on
to his shoulders. As soon as it was loose, Graeme grabbed it from
behind and lifted it over her head and off. Then without asking he
untied her petticoat and pulled that off too. She wore nothing but
a thick cotton slip, and Graeme rolled the skirt up so that she was
fully exposed. She could feel herself blushing, but she liked it,
liked both of them staring at her and wanting a piece of
her.

“
Now,” Graeme
said, pushing gently on her shoulder. She began to lower herself
and saw Graeme reach between her legs and grab on to Conall’s cock.
She and Conall both gasped. Graeme angled Conall’s cock so that she
slid right down onto it, feeling Graeme’s hand until he had to pull
it away so she could seat herself on Conall properly. She moaned at
the feel of him, holding his shoulders as she arched her back and
took him deep.

“
Perfect,”
Graeme said with satisfaction. He moved to stand close beside them
and simply pulled his kilt aside to show them his hard prick. It
was red and leaking just from what they’d done. “Suck me, both of
you.”

Conall groaned and thrust
up into her as he took Graeme’s cock into his mouth.

“
Oh my God,”
Avril whispered, already feeling her climax coming. Graeme grabbed
a fistful of her hair and tugged her over, pressing her mouth to
the side of his prick while Conall sucked the end. She obeyed his
unspoken command, licking and sucking whatever she could reach. At
one point she and Conall were kissing around Graeme’s cock, their
tongues licking, which made Graeme moan and jerk. She was a
madwoman, riding Conall’s prick and sucking on Graeme’s, more alive
than she’d ever been. She wrapped one arm around Conall’s neck and
the other around Graeme’s thick muscular thigh and let herself
drown in the decadence of what they were doing, drown in the
naughtiness of it, the wantonness. As she came, riding Conall slow
so she could suck Graeme, she had to tear her mouth away and cry
out at how good it felt.

“
Fuck her
harder,” Graeme ordered Conall, and Conall grabbed her hips and
drove up into her and she had to bite off a screech of pleasure.
Graeme laughed low. He had a hold of Conall’s hair now and was
fucking into his upturned mouth. Conall’s cheeks were flushed, his
eyes closed, his throat working as he swallowed around Graeme’s
cock. He was so beautiful like that and Avril leaned down and
kissed his throat and then sucked on him, marking him, making him
theirs.

Conall made a little
whimpering sound in the back of his throat that turned into a growl
as he thrust hard, holding her hips so tight she knew she’d bruise,
and then she felt his cock pulse inside her as he came.

“
That’s
right,” Graeme told him, petting his hair. “Come in her, fill her
up. I’ll taste you on her later.”

Avril moaned, never
having wanted something so badly, even as she had another man
pumping his seed into her. She ground her hips into Conall and her
breath hiccupped as another climax took her.

She watched through a
haze as Graeme pulled on Conall’s hair, forcing his head back
farther as he continued to fuck into his mouth. Conall shivered and
she felt his cock jerk inside her again, and then Graeme was
coming, his head thrown back, his prick down Conall’s throat as
Conall swallowed him whole, and Avril had never known such complete
bliss.

Conall sat on a chair
just outside and to the left of Avril’s door. Graeme sat on the
other side of the door, leaning his chair back against the wall.
Avril leaned against the door frame between them. It must have
become a common tableau to the camp after the past week. They
rarely left her side except when on duty, and if neither of them
could be here, then Ham showed up, and once or twice even Dougie.
Brodie stopped by frequently, but he was caught up in his own
affairs these days. Conall supposed he ought to find out what was
keeping him so busy, but he was enjoying his two new lovers too
much to bother with his twin.

Today they were joined by
Brodie’s shadow, the 93rd’s piper, Alec Bruce. He’d been mum on
where Brodie was, which was odd. The two practically lived in each
other’s pockets. Alec had all but moved into Brodie’s tent when
Conall had unofficially moved out to stay at Avril’s. Alec sat in
front of Conall and played a pretty tune for Avril on a small
French pipe. Conall preferred the bagpipes, of course, but at close
quarters the small pipe was pleasant. It was a cold day, but the
sun was shining and they were blocked from the wind by the stones
at their back. Avril’s toe was tapping and Conall jumped up and
bowed before her.

“
Dance with
me,” he asked, taking her hand.

Avril blushed and looked
around as though worried people would see. “I can’t dance,” she
admitted.

“
Of course
you can,” Graeme said firmly. “Everyone can dance. It doesn’t even
take practice.”

Alec played a little
trill on his pipe in agreement. Avril gave in and let Conall drag
her out of the doorway. Before long she was laughing like a
schoolgirl as he spun her around and around. As they were dancing a
small group of riders slowly appeared over the rise to their left
and Avril went quiet and pulled away from Conall.

“
I’ve got to
go inside,” she said, and ran to her hut.

Conall was so surprised
by her abrupt withdrawal he didn’t stop her. He turned to watch the
riders approach. Brodie was one of them. Conall frowned as he
recognized the colonel’s daughter, Victoria McMillan, and two other
ladies, the wife and daughter of another officer. Brodie was
obviously one of their escorts today, along with a young captain
from the 42nd. Conall saw Alec watching the group with narrow eyes
and a blank face. It was Miss McMillan who steered toward them. The
ladies looked alarmed and called out to her. A heated, low-voiced
discussion followed, with much pointing and pinched, angry looks
directed at them. Finally Miss McMillan tossed her head defiantly
and trotted over to Conall.

“
Good
afternoon, Lieutenant Fletcher,” she said. “Captain Munro.” She
stared at Alec for a moment, but he refused to acknowledge her.
“Major Bruce.”

Graeme grunted a reply
while Alec gave a barely perceptible nod, just short of rude. Miss
McMillan flushed and her eyes snapped with anger. She turned back
to Conall. “And where is Mrs. Scott?” she asked politely. “I wished
to pay my respects and make sure she was settled properly in her
new lodgings.”

“
She’s
inside,” Conall said, as polite as Miss McMillan. “I’ll give her
your best.”

Miss McMillan frowned.
“It is rather important that I speak to her.”

“
She doesn’t
want to speak to the likes of you,” Alec said bitterly. “Leave her
be.”

Even Graeme was too
shocked to hide his reaction.

“
You be
quiet, Alec Bruce,” she hissed. “This is none of your
concern.”

“
Isn’t it?”
he asked, standing and angrily confronting her.

“
Enough,”
Brodie said, riding up. He threw a leg over his saddle and slid to
the ground. He had on a pair of undress trews and it seemed so odd
to see him out of his kilt Conall had to look twice. Brodie glared
at Alec. “Don’t holler at her when you’re most likely upset at your
own stupidity.” Alec didn’t bother to answer, just turned and
stalked off.

There was silence for
almost a minute as Miss McMillan looked at Brodie as though waiting
for some direction. By unspoken agreement, Conall and Graeme didn’t
ask any questions of the two about Alec’s strange behavior. Brodie
finally sighed and walked over to Conall. “Would you be so kind as
to fetch Mrs. Scott?” he asked politely. “Miss McMillan would like
to pay her respects.” He emphasized the last word, looking over his
shoulder at the disapproving ladies huddled on their mounts as
though afraid to get too close.

“
Please,”
Miss McMillan begged.

She was an uncommonly
pretty girl, with auburn hair and light brown eyes, tall and lithe
and bonnie. And spoiled, unfortunately. She’d lost her mother not
long before she and her father had arrived in the Crimea. The whole
camp had watched her trying to learn how to take care of a man at
war. It was no secret she wasn’t very good at it. But she obviously
loved her father and had never had an ill word for anyone as far as
Conall knew, except Brodie and now Alec. It had taken only one look
at her to smite Brodie. The colonel wasn’t opposed to Brodie’s
courtship, but he wasn’t encouraging it either. It was clear the
colonel expected his daughter to do better than a Fletcher, but she
must have batted her eyes and cried a few tears and the old man had
allowed Brodie to follow her around like a pup on a leash. Their
interaction today made Conall rethink who held the leash between
them.

Conall looked over at
Graeme. Graeme nodded and stood slowly. “I’ll get her,” he
announced and ducked into the hut. A moment later the door opened
and Avril stepped out, Graeme behind her. The sun hit her bright
hair and she shone like a gold coin. Her cheeks were pink, either
from the cold or embarrassment. She clutched her skirts with her
gloved hands as she walked over.

“
Good
afternoon,” she said carefully as she stopped at Conall’s side.
Graeme had taken his place in the chair by the door
again.

“
Good
afternoon,” Miss McMillan said. She reached for Brodie’s hand, and
he helped her down off her horse. Immediately there was a call from
the ladies still waiting on their horses.

“
Miss
McMillan!” the older woman called out. “We must be
going.”

She turned to her
companions and waved them off. “Yes, go right ahead. Lieutenant
Fletcher will see me back home.” She turned back to Avril,
dismissing the other ladies much to their dismay. They turned
immediately and trotted off the way they’d come, the young officer
trailing them.

“
And how are
you today, Mrs. Scott?” Miss McMillan said solicitously. “Such a
nasty business the other night. I meant to come sooner to see how
you got on.”

“
I’m fine,
Miss, thank you,” Avril said, and Conall didn’t care for her
subservient manner. She was as good as ten Miss McMillans as far as
he was concerned.