Conall: The 93rd Highlanders, Book Two (15 page)

Avril stood on the other
side of the room, as stunned as he was. She was breathing fast and
hard, watching them with eyes that glittered in the light from the
stove fire. Graeme took a few steps back, dragging a stumbling
Conall with him, still holding his head at an awkward angle. He was
caught, helpless, and his heart was tripping as his cock filled and
throbbed, the thought of being at Graeme’s mercy arousing beyond
belief. Conall heard Graeme’s back hit the wall. Then Graeme
reached down with the hand that had been holding his chest and
cupped Conall’s cock through his kilt.

“
You deserve
a reward,” Graeme rasped quietly. “You were right to make me see we
were treating Avril ill. Such a gentleman you were, giving her your
chair and helping her stand and walking her to her door but no
farther. Telling me we had to stay away until dark. What are we
going to do in the dark?”

Conall could hardly speak
he was so out of breath and rattled with desire. He’d never seen
Graeme like this. Graeme waited patiently for an answer and all the
while Avril watched them, her hands gripping fistfuls of her skirt
as though she wasn’t sure what to do with them.

“
We’re going
to fuck,” Conall said in a rough growl.

“
Are we?”
Graeme asked. “Who is we?”

Conall’s heart sped up.
This was what Graeme was leading up to. “You and me,” Conall said,
not a trace in his voice of the uncertainty he felt.

“
That’s
right,” Graeme said approvingly. A warm glow spread from Conall’s
chest at how pleased he’d made Graeme. “Is that what Avril wants?”
he asked, and Conall looked at her intently. Graeme gripped his
cock and balls firmly through his kilt and Conall cried out, his
hips jerking into Graeme’s almost painful hold.

“
Yes,” Avril
said quickly. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want to watch
you.”

“
You’ll do
more than watch,” Graeme told her harshly. “Get undressed.” She
hesitated and Graeme’s hold on Conall remained unflinching. “Now,
Avril.”

Avril unbuttoned her
dress and slid it off her shoulders slowly, exposing first one and
then the other. The dress wasn’t flattering. It was a rough black
wool, serviceable and warm. It made Avril look pale and washed out.
Only when she took it off did one notice her rosy complexion and
gold hair and blue eyes. It was like unveiling a painting. The
dress fell at her feet and she picked it up and laid it carefully
over the back of a chair. She wore her petticoats and slip along
with her dark woolen hose and scuffed boots.

“
More,”
Graeme said.

“
But I want
to watch you fuck Conall,” she protested.

“
All of it,”
Graeme ordered, ignoring her protest.

She moved closer to the
fire and off came her petticoat and slip. She sat to unbuckle her
boots and then stood and put a foot on the chair and made a show of
rolling her hose down one leg and then the other. Conall could feel
how hard Graeme was, pressed against his buttocks. He knew he ought
to be frightened of taking that big cock inside him, but all he
felt was anticipation and exhilaration. They’d talked about it and
put it off and found excuses not to do it. But tonight something
had pushed Graeme into it. He wasn’t sure what, but he was
grateful, and grateful it seemed to be what Avril wanted
too.

“
Now help me
get Conall undressed,” he told her. Conall started to say something
and Graeme bit his neck again, stopping the words in his throat.
“You don’t get to say anything about it,” Graeme whispered in his
ear. “Your job tonight is just to get fucked.”

Conall was ready right
then. He wanted Graeme fiercely, could practically feel what that
big cock was going to be like. He kept his mouth shut and Graeme
slowly released him. He just stood there.

“
Good boy,”
Graeme said. He moved off to Conall’s left and watched him with a
little grin. “Don’t move except to help Avril get your clothes off
when she needs help.” Conall nodded and had the satisfaction of
watching Graeme smile widely in approval.

Avril wasted no time
crossing the room and lifting his sash off over his head. She
removed his sword and carefully laid it aside, and made short work
of his mess until he was down to his kilt, hose and boots. Beside
him Graeme had been undressing at the same time. “Stop,” he told
Avril at that point. He stepped in front of Conall, right behind
Avril. Conall saw her shiver at Graeme’s nearness as her eyes
closed. He knew how she felt.

Graeme silently removed
the rest of his clothes until he stood naked in front of Conall.
His cock was flushed, hard and rising against his stomach with a
wicked curve. He just stood there and ran his hands over his broad,
hairy chest and down his stomach until he grabbed his cock with one
hand and cupped his balls with the other. He stroked that length
that Conall had sucked and fisted and desired.

“
Continue,”
Graeme said, taunting Conall with his body as Avril unwrapped his
kilt and carefully laid it over the rest of his clothes on one of
her chairs. She knelt at his feet and took off his spats and boots
and hose while he balanced with a hand on her shoulder. When he was
nude, Avril looked up at Graeme from where she knelt. Conall didn’t
think she realized what a tempting picture she made there. As for
himself, Conall stood where he was. He knew what Graeme wanted
tonight. He wanted complete obedience, and he’d get it. From both
of them. Graeme had led them down too many pleasure-filled paths
for either of them to balk now.

Graeme took a step toward
Avril. “Suck me and get yourself wet, Avril.”

She bit her lip and then
blurted out, “I’m already wet. I’m fair to dying waiting to
watch.”

“
Good,”
Graeme said with a chuckle. “Ease yourself.”

She looked at him,
puzzled. “What?”

“
Touch
yourself,” Graeme told her. “Suck me while you touch yourself. I
want you to make yourself come.”

“
Oh,” she
said, her eyes wide. Tentatively she reached down between her legs.
They hadn’t done this before. She’d never pleasured herself in
front of them. Her breath hiccupped as her hand slid back and
forth. Graeme tapped the end of his cock against her mouth and she
opened wide, taking him in with a deep pull that made her cheeks
hollow. Conall couldn’t hold in a slight groan at the sight. Graeme
practically dared him with his expression to speak. Conall kept
quiet and again Graeme smiled at him approvingly.

Avril sucked and licked
Graeme until she whimpered and her head dropped back, clearly in
the throes of orgasm. Both he and Graeme watched her until her
shoulders relaxed and she was panting in the aftermath.

“
Stand, hands
on the bed,” Graeme told her. She pushed herself up with trembling
arms and Conall reached down to help her, glaring at Graeme
defiantly. Graeme just stared back. Avril put her hands on the cot,
bent over at the waist, and without another word Graeme stepped up
and thrust into her. Conall nearly cried out in denial, his need so
great for what Graeme was giving Avril. But he couldn’t deny her
this, knowing how much she loved it. Graeme took her roughly,
driving into her hard while holding her shoulders to keep her in
place. In minutes she was crying out with another orgasm. Graeme’s
face remained hard and set and Conall could tell he was doing his
damnedest not to come. When Avril’s arms collapsed Graeme carefully
pulled out of her, his cock still red and hard and now gleaming in
the firelight with Avril’s cream.

“
Now you,” he
told Conall. “Hands on the bed.”

Conall obeyed, his heart
skipping a beat or two. He heard Avril cry out weakly and looked
over to see Graeme’s hand between her legs. “I need a little of
this, my sweet,” he told her, kissing her shoulder. “Conall doesn’t
have it.”

Now Conall understood.
Graeme had used Avril to smooth his way. He tried not to flinch as
Graeme’s finger circled his entrance and then dipped inside. They’d
done this before and Conall had liked it very much. He relaxed and
let Graeme in, and a cry escaped as Graeme worked his finger in and
then pulled it halfway out to slam it in again. Conall’s excitement
remained at a fever pitch. On the cot in front of him, Avril rolled
over to her side and watched them avidly. There was so much he
wanted to say to both of them, but the silence cocooned them and
their actions made speech unnecessary.

When Conall was beside
himself and shaking his head over and over, moaning, Graeme removed
his finger. Graeme looked at Avril. “May I?” he asked, looking
between her legs. She spread them eagerly and Graeme pulled her
hips up and slid his cock into her. She sucked in a deep breath and
gripped the blanket next to either side of her head. Graeme pumped
a time or two and then slid out and stepped behind
Conall.

“
It’s now,”
Graeme said. Conall spread his legs a little more, a silent
invitation, too overwrought with his desire to answer him. Graeme
stepped up and pressed his cock to Conall and slid in. Conall cried
out, the burn of it making his arousal flag.

“
It will get
easier,” Graeme growled. “Give it a moment.”

He rocked gently behind
Conall, his cock moving just a slight bit, a gentle pull and push
that massaged his passage and made him gasp as sensation flared
from his buttocks to his cock. At that point Graeme pushed in
deeper. And so it went until at last Graeme was fully seated
inside, his balls brushing against Conall’s. Conall was panting,
his fingers rhythmically opening and closing in the blanket. Avril
watched silently, her eyes nearly black with her own
arousal.

Graeme began to move, to
fuck him, and Conall gasped and cried out at the wonder of it.
“You’re inside me,” he choked out.

“
I’m fucking
you,” Graeme told him. “This is fucking.”

Avril laughed in front of
him, and Conall’s gaze jerked to meet hers. “Isn’t it grand?” she
asked him as if they were sharing secrets.

Graeme chose that moment
to slam into him and pleasure crashed through him. “Yes,” he cried
out, not sure if it was an answer to her question or the pleasure
Graeme was giving him.

Avril slid farther up the
bed and raised herself up on one arm. She cupped his jaw and kissed
him as he was rocked forward and back by Graeme’s thrusts. Conall
thought they’d gone as far as men and women could go together, that
they had been as depraved and uninhibited as they could be, but
he’d been so wrong. This was it, this was the ultimate fuck. Graeme
kept hitting a spot inside that made him shiver, ecstasy hovering
just outside of his reach, and Avril ate his whimpers, his cries,
his passion. Graeme reached around his hip and fisted his cock, and
after a few pumps Conall was done. He couldn’t hold out against
such an assault. One moment Conall was shivering, reaching for the
heights, and the next he was shouting as he came harder than he’d
ever come before. In the midst of his orgasm, Avril so close she
was breathing his air and his shouts, Graeme came with a grunt and
a curse, pressing deep inside Conall until Conall could feel the
pulse of Graeme’s cock releasing his seed. It made him cry out
again with a shudder, his body gripping Graeme tight.

The two men
stood there, sweating, joined, shivering, their woman lying beneath
them, watching it all. Conall felt wrung out, used and complete. “I
love you,” he said breathlessly, and at that moment he realized he
was speaking to both of them. He was in love with Avril
and
Graeme.

Avril lay tucked up in
close to Conall, who was sleeping with his chest at her back,
warming her inside and out as she watched Graeme sleep on the cot
next to them. He had it pulled up so close it was almost the same
as being in the same bed. They’d slept this way since she moved in
here. She didn’t even feel the cold of this godforsaken Crimean
winter between them like this. The rhythmic sound of their
breathing soothed her. Graeme looked younger when he slept, the
lines of worry on his face smoothing out. He looked good in his
dark beard, though he’d been a handsome devil without it
too.

She knew she had to tell
them about the colonel’s visit. The sun was barely lighting her
hut, but she knew it would be up and shining soon. Lord knew she
didn’t want to tell them. They weren’t going to like it. They’d
probably like the idea of her leaving even less. But they’d always
known she would. She’d told them time and again this was temporary,
what they had here. It just turned out it was more temporary than
she’d wanted.

Across from her Graeme
gave a soft sigh and his eyelids fluttered open. He smiled slowly
at her, still sleepy and only half-awake. He was so soft and sweet
and lovely like this, hers in a way he was no one else’s. Conall
stirred at her back as if he sensed Graeme’s waking and she had to
amend her thoughts. Graeme was Conall’s now too, in the same way he
was hers. It was a relief, really. She needn’t shoulder all their
worries and all their love, and when she left they’d still have
each other. Tears burned her eyes and she blinked them back. Conall
had settled back against her and his breathing was still deep and
even. But Graeme saw her tears and frowned, his eyes clear
now.