Page 76 of Rogue with a Brogue
“Arran, then. I don’t care if they’ve broken a few things. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to stand up to the Marquis of Fendarrow. You gave me that chance. And I am very—very—grateful.”
“But my father broke your things, destroyed your home, because of us.”
“You gave him a reason to come calling. But he did all this”—and Sarah gestured at the torn couch cushions and curtains ripped from the windows—“simply because he could. Sean and I have no clan, no one to rally behind us or make anyone hesitate to do us ill. That was the price we paid to be together.” She smiled, putting an arm around her husband’s waist as he slid his arm across her shoulders. “And I would gladly pay it a hundred times over.”
He and Mary were looking into a mirror, Arran realized. Not only could either or both of their clans cause trouble whenever they wished, but so could anyone who’d ever had a disagreement with or a grudge against either a Campbell or a MacLawry.And yet.
And yet.Sean and Sarah claimed they had no regrets, and he couldn’t detect any sign that they were anything but sincere. “I wouldnae say ye dunnae have a clan, Mòrag,” he said slowly. “Ye have us.”
Mary smiled at him. If he’d required any proof that she was the only thing he needed, that smile provided it. He pushed away from the wall and moved forward, not stopping until he had her in his arms, her mouth soft and warm against his.
“We seem to have a clan, my dear,” Sean said from behind them.
“Aye. Ye do.” Arran lifted his head. “Whether ye want one or nae.”
Chapter Seventeen
“We could stay another few days,” Mary said, running her fingers down Arran’s chest and then following with her lips. Beneath her cheek his heartbeat accelerated—because of her touch. Because of her. It was intoxicating.
“Your father’ll double back if he doesnae catch our scent. And we’ve been here nearly three days already. We cannae risk more.”
“But Sarah and Sean will be here when my father returns. I can’t leave them to his cruelty when I’ve already seen what he’ll do.”
“I’ve an idea that might help them some.” Arran slid his free hand around her waist and pulled her squarely atop him.
“What idea?” she asked, trying to concentrate on the conversation rather than on where his hands were now roving.
“Just a way to make it look fer certain like they had naught to do with us.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Now. We’ve an hour before nightfall, my lass. Do ye want to keep chatting aboot our plans fer tonight, or do ye think we might do someaught aboot this terrible swelling I seem to have?”
She laughed. “Again?” Mary drew her hand down between them to curl her fingers around his terrible swelling. “I thought we just dealt with this.”
Arran lifted his head a little to nibble at her exposed throat. “Ye keep encouraging the lad. Perhaps if ye put yer legs aroond my hips,” he said, nudging her legs apart so she straddled him.
With her on top of him, her legs spread, she felt very wanton. Keen need flashed through her, heady and arousing. “Well, let’s take care of that, then,” she breathed.
“Kiss me first.”
Lowering her face, her bottom up in the air, she kissed him hot and openmouthed. His cock brushed the inside of her thighs, and she moaned. Arran reached up, opening her with his fingers, and guided her down over him. Mary sat up, sinking down around him. Oh, this was exquisite. He’d been in control before, but this way it was her leading them. She could tease him, coax him, drive him as mad as he drove her.
Planting her palms against his chest, she lifted up and slowly lowered herself again, then repeated the motion as he looked up at her, an aroused smile on his face. “Are ye trying to torment me, Mary?” Arran murmured, catching her breasts in his hands and gently pinching her nipples. “Come fer me, lass.”
He pushed his hips up, filling her completely. With a gasping moan she shattered, flinging herself against him as he rocked up into her, holding her hips to deepen his upward thrusts.Good heavens.
As she regained control of her muscles she straightened again, bouncing up and down on his hard cock until he threw his head back and surged up into her. Then with a satisfied sigh she collapsed on his chest again. “You’re very good at this, you know,” she panted.
“Ye drive me mad, lass,” he said, putting his arms around her. “I want to be inside ye all day and all night, but I lose myself with wanting ye.”
If he was admitting to a lack of finesse or some such thing, she decided that him being in complete control of himself would likely kill her. She kissed his shoulder. “I’m never letting you go, Arran. Never.”
His grip around her tightened. Legs and arms entwined, with him still inside her, ever leaving this bed would be the worst sin she could imagine. Ever leaving his side, being separated from him, would kill her. She knew that with as much certainty as she knew her own name.
“I changed my mind,” he murmured. “We should stay here. I’m nae letting ye oot of this bed.”
Mary chuckled. “What about my father doubling back to find us?”
He shrugged beneath her. “They’ve likely forgotten all aboot us by now. I say we take our chances and make our stand here.”
“In this bedchamber?”
