Page 48 of The Scot’s Secret

He had previously liked this Gilbert, but now he wasn’t so sure.

“You know, near the tents mostly.”

Tournament wenches. Of course.

He took a deep breath. “What would you like to know?”

Her eyes, always so expressive, widened. Alex found himself fixing his gaze on them so as to avoid looking at the absurdity that was the rest of her disguise.

“Do they? That is—”

He really should not discuss this with her. But then, Alex had never been known for either decorum or a wasted opportunity. This would be enjoyable.

“It depends, lass, on what he desires. Some men prefer to have themselves pleasured all over.” She still didn’t understand. “One woman may. . . make love. . . to him while the other simply teases him from behind. Others may simply sit back and watch as the women—”

“No!” she burst out, her eyes even wider. After a moment, she added, “And?”

“And that is all you will learn from me.”

At least, for now. He took a swig of ale.

“Alex, please. Treat me as if I’m. . . Alfred.”

He would surely be struck down for continuing this conversation. And yet, he found himself saying, “Come closer.”

She leaned in toward him.

“A man gets great pleasure from a woman when she. . . well, when she puts her mouth on that most intimate part of him.”

“You mean. . . Pleasure from—”

“You do realize how highly inappropriate this conversation is?”

“More so than me travelling unescorted, sleeping by your side, and allowing you liberties that no man has ever taken?”

He only registered the last part. ‘No man has ever taken.’

And, if he had his way, no other man ever would.

She had asked; he would answer.

“When a woman touches that part of a man, it feels, well, good. Very good. Depending on her skill—”

“And she obtains this skill—”

“How did you learn precisely where to strike your sword into a man?” He asked, lifting a brow. Her eyes sparkled. “Aye, Alfred. Practice. But if she uses her mouth instead to please him in that way—”

“Her mouth?”

He chuckled, watching her attempt to understand.

“Aye, and he can do the same for her.”

She looked up at him, peered off in the direction where the three lovers had disappeared, and looked back, eyes narrowed.

“He can touch his mouth—”

“To her very core.” He lowered his voice so no one else could possibly hear him. “He could use it to show her what’s to come, even use his tongue to mimic the more intense feelings of his—”