Free Conall: The 93rd Highlanders, Book Two by Samantha Kane Page B

in the air. “Why
does it have to be so complicated?”
    “ Life is
complicated.” Graeme smiled sadly. “I’ll leave. I’m no lover for a
small, sweet woman like you, Avril. I’m too big, too much the
brute. I’d hurt you. Just as I’ve hurt you with this talk of
Conall.”
    “ Don’t you
dare leave,” she said, standing with an alarmed look. “You can’t
promise to make love to me and then leave. You can’t wind me up and
leave me to spin here on my own.”
    He was stunned. “You want
me still, even after knowing that I’ll be with Conall? Have him as
my lover too?”
    She marched over and
locked the door, then turned and glared at him, her back to the
door. “Get undressed.”
    It was answer
enough.
     
     
    As Graeme grabbed her and
kissed her again, Avril’s knees went weak with relief. This was
what had been eating at her conscience all the while she and Conall
were together, the fact that she wanted Graeme like this. Had
wanted him as badly as she’d wanted Conall. At first, Graeme’s size
and his stiff, formal manner had frightened her a little. But she’d
slowly come to see what a kind, loyal friend he could be. And then
friendship hadn’t been enough and she’d dreamed of his large hands
on her, his big cock in her, and she’d hated herself a little.
Conall had been a wonderful lover, always so careful to give her
pleasure, to do the things she liked and wanted. And still she’d
dreamed of Graeme.
    And now, with Graeme
kissing the life out of her, she clung to him and still thought of
Conall. She could still have him through Graeme, by sharing Graeme.
That was what Conall meant, what he wanted. And it was what Graeme
wanted as well. She thought of the two men together, talking about
her. Would they kiss like this? Did men do that? She moaned against
Graeme’s mouth, and he picked her up and slammed her against the
door, pressing his kilted hips into her so she felt the hard shaft
of his cock against her stomach. With both fists she clutched his
hair and pulled him closer, opening her mouth and tangling her
tongue with his. He grabbed her bottom and yanked her into him and
she was dizzy with the lust coursing through her veins. He was
rougher than Conall, hard and urgent, and she loved everything he
was doing.
    Suddenly he let go and
her feet dropped to the floor. Graeme pushed her down with a hand
on her shoulder and she fell to her knees. He gripped the back of
her head by the hair and with the other hand he lifted his kilt,
and she saw his cock for the first time. It was bigger than
Conall’s or her late husband’s. Long and thick and red with his
need. Her mouth watered. Her husband used to make her do this, but
she never told him she didn’t mind it. She liked it, liked
servicing a man like this, tasting his passion on her
tongue.
    “ Is this all
right?” he asked gruffly. “Tell me, lass. You don’t have to. But
I’ve dreamed of it, Avril, of your pretty mouth wrapped around my
cock.”
    She slid her hands up his
rock-hard thighs. They were covered in dark hair that tickled her
palms. He was built so fine, so well made and muscular he made her
pant to have him any way she could. She wrapped both hands around
his cock, near the base, and pulled on it, hand over
hand.
    “ It’s more
than all right,” she murmured, looking up at him through her
lashes. She licked her lips. “I’ve dreamed of tasting
you.”
    “ I’ll return
the favor, my sweet girl,” he said with a wicked smile. Avril
cocked her head, not understanding. Graeme stared at her in wonder.
“You’ve never had a man’s mouth on you?” Avril shook her head in
wonder. Graeme shook his head. “I’m going to have to talk to
Conall. The boy had no idea what he was about.”
    At the casual mention of
Graeme talking to Conall about their fucking, Avril shuddered in
desire. “I didn’t know. I couldn’t teach him that.”
    Graeme closed his eyes
and took a deep breath through his nose. “Don’t remind me he