Conall: The 93rd Highlanders, Book Two (19 page)

Battle seemed to bring
out the best in Conall. Graeme wasn’t sure if that was a good thing
or a bad thing. But ultimately it was Conall’s newfound strength
and stubbornness that had made Graeme let loose the reins on his
unruly emotions and finally take what he’d desired for so long.
First Avril, and then Conall himself. For a solitary, hard man like
him, it was hard to accept that he suddenly had all he
desired.

As Conall said his vows,
he looked over at Graeme. Avril followed his stare and smiled at
him, her face radiating joy. There was love in their eyes, and not
just for each other, but for him. He let them see his own emotions,
let them see how he felt, not caring who else present saw
it.

When the chaplain
pronounced them man and wife, Conall thoroughly kissed his bride
and then turned to Graeme. “Husband’s privilege,” he said with a
grin. He held his hand out and Graeme shook it, wanting nothing
more than to pull him in close and kiss him as he had Avril. From
the look on Conall’s face, he was wishing the same
thing.

The camp used the excuse
of the impromptu wedding to celebrate heartily. Graeme stood behind
the couple all evening as they accepted well wishes. He’d tried to
leave them alone, but Conall would have none of it. He’d ordered
Graeme to stay put, and so he had. But he mentally listed all the
ways he’d make Conall pay for it. The three of them got knowing
looks from several people, but no one said a word.

Finally, Alec played a
call to attention on his pipes. “Away!” he called out. “The wedding
night approaches, and I don’t think Conall wants any
help.”

Avril blushed profusely
as the men around them guffawed at Alec’s comment. Several declared
he may not want help, but he’d get it all the same, and Graeme had
to fight to keep his face blank. To his shock, no one had
disapproved or cast disparaging comments their way, though clearly
most knew of the circumstances of their union. Graeme’s father had
once told him that as long as you give people the pretense of what
they want, they’ll accept it and look the other way. This wedding
proved his father was a wise man indeed.

“
When all is
clear, return to us,” Conall whispered to him as Avril hugged him.
He nodded and watched as Conall lifted her in his arms and carried
her into the hut to the cheers of the other men. He stood there for
a long while, as the revelers wandered away and the fire died. Only
when the night was the only witness left did he push open the door
and go to his lovers.

When Graeme finally
entered, Conall had Avril undressed and draped across the cot, his
face buried between her legs. As the cold air from the open door
swept across the room Avril came, crying out his name, her hand
clutching his head, holding him to her.

“
I can’t
leave you alone for a minute,” Graeme said, his voice deep and dark
with wicked intent, and Conall shivered, as naked and ready as
Avril was.

“
Come here,”
he said, holding his hand out behind him to Graeme. When Graeme
took it Conall pulled him down to kneel beside him. “Help me,” he
told him. He leaned back down and licked a delicious path along
Avril’s sex, so wet and tart with her arousal. Graeme understood
what he wanted immediately, and he leaned over and sucked on the
tiny nub at the apex of her slit and she cried out weakly. Conall
ran his tongue up to meet Graeme’s lips there, and they kissed,
sharing it with Avril in a decadent and erotic way. It was enough
to make her peak again, both their names escaping her on a shivery
sigh.

“
Here now,”
Conall said softly, taking Graeme’s hand and guiding it to Avril’s
bottom. Graeme jerked back and looked when he realized Conall had
his finger inside Avril there.

“
What are you
doing?” he asked, looking between Conall’s hand and Avril’s face.
She looked to be lost in pleasure.

“
If you can
fuck me there,” Conall told him, “then I can fuck her there. While
you fuck her properly.”

Graeme’s breathing had
deepened and quickened noticeably. “I’ve heard men talk of doing
that,” he said cautiously. “Do you want that, Avril?”

“
Yes,” she
cried out, her back bowing as Conall pulled his finger out and
thrust it in again. “Yes,” she said with a sob. “I want both of you
in me tonight. It’s our wedding night. Both of you.”

It seemed to be all the
encouragement Graeme needed. He stood up and began to pull off his
clothes.

“
Watch your
buttons,” Avril said breathlessly and Conall had to laugh. Graeme
shared a smile with him and everything in Conall clicked into
place, as if a lock had turned and opened his heart. This was
perfection. As perfect as it could get, sharing laughter and looks
and bodies and hearts.

When Graeme stood before
them nude, bathed in firelight, he took Conall’s breath away.
Graeme had been right earlier, because the idea that a man as
magnificent as he could love foolish Conall Fletcher was
inconceivable. And yet here he was, his look as he gazed at Avril
and Conall possessive and lustful. He was a man in complete control
of himself and the world around him and he wanted—nay,
needed—Conall and what Conall could give him, just as much as he
needed Avril. It rocked Conall to his core. There was no denying
his entire world had been changed at Balaclava when he’d looked
into Graeme Munro’s eyes and wished for something he hadn’t even
known he wanted until that moment.

Graeme caught his stare
and leaned down, sliding his hand into Conall’s hair and gripping a
fistful almost painfully as he slammed his mouth down on Conall’s.
The kiss was base and erotic, wet and messy and hard. Graeme tasted
like Avril’s cunt and it was enough to make Conall light-headed.
Graeme broke the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it.

“
Move,” he
said. It took Conall a few seconds to understand the command. He
sat back on his heels and stood, backing away from the
cot.

Graeme lay down and
lifted Avril easily until she lay over him. She moaned and Conall
saw thrust her hips into Graeme, rubbing her stomach on his hard
cock as she arched her back.

“
You’ll get
what you want,” Graeme told her roughly. “It’s a good thing you’re
a woman who likes cock, since you’ve got two to satisfy
now.”

Avril laughed in sheer
delight, shivering as Graeme pinched her bottom as he nipped her
breast. “It’s true,” she purred. “I can’t deny it. I never thought
I’d see the day I’d crave cock the way I do you two.”

“
That’s it,”
Conall said, his patience at an end. “I’ve waited hours to be
inside my wife with my lover. I want this.” He cleared his throat.
“I, um, asked someone with experience in the matter how to go about
it. Avril, straddle Graeme first and take him inside.” Ham had told
him in excruciating detail how two men went about fucking a woman
together. Just the description had had Conall nearly coming in his
kilt. The celebration had been endless after that, and the wait for
Graeme even longer.

“
You should
fuck her too,” Graeme said. “Coat your cock with her cream before
you take her bottom. Like I did with you.”

“
Oh God,”
Avril moaned, writhing on top of Graeme. “If you two talk about it
anymore, I’m going to come again and I’ll be spent before you ever
get inside me.”

“
I just want
you to know,” Conall told them both as he climbed on the bed and
straddled Graeme’s legs behind Avril, “that I never in my wildest
dreams imagined fucking would be this decadent, messy and good. So
damn good.” Avril and Graeme laughed.

“
It’s never
been this good before,” Graeme admitted. “With you two it’s
something else entirely from anything I’ve done before.”

Avril bit Graeme’s neck
and he arched into her mouth. She sucked the spot, and when she
pulled away she’d left a purple bruise that seemed to please her as
she licked it. “It was never like this with my late husband,” she
said. “Even then I liked it. I won’t lie. But he was a conventional
man and took his pleasure without worrying about mine. What you two
do to me is nothing like that cold coupling.”

“
Woman, you
haven’t seen anything yet,” Graeme growled and Avril’s laughter was
cut short when he took her breast in his mouth and sucked hard. She
cried out, and Conall grabbed her hips to hold her still so he
could enter her. When he did she was so wet and hot and swollen on
his cock he had to groan and bite his cheek to keep from coming
right then and there. Graeme reached up and yanked on his hair and
the sting pulled him back from the edge.

“
Don’t you
dare come yet,” Graeme warned. “You started something. Now finish
it.”

Conall grunted, incapable
of speech without losing control. He thrust into Avril until he
felt good and slick with her cream, then he slid out as she
protested. He slapped her bottom, harder than he would have before
Graeme had come to their bed and he saw him do the same thing.
Avril stopped protesting, but she humped Graeme in desperation,
moaning. Conall rubbed the red hand mark on her lily-white skin,
liking the look of it. No wonder Graeme liked a little slap and a
pinch now and then.

“
She likes
it,” Graeme said, as if reading Conall’s mind. Their eyes met and
the heat between them smoldered, hot and expectant.

“
Aye,” Conall
murmured, “she does. I might too.” His stomach clenched a little at
the confession, not sure how Graeme would take it. Conall wasn’t
disappointed as Graeme’s cheeks flushed and his stare heated even
more.

“
Good,” was
all Graeme said. It was enough to make Conall’s cock
jerk.

“
You’ll like
it,” Avril panted. “If I know my men, and I do, you’ll like it.”
Conall grinned and then pressed the tip of his cock against the
pink rose of her bottom.

“
And if I
know my woman, she’s going to like this,” he told her. Graeme
grabbed her waist and lifted her into position.

“
Shouldn’t I
go in first?” Graeme asked him.

“
Yes.” Conall
shook his head. “I’m a little overeager.” Graeme’s grin did odd
things to him, making him feel breathless and unsteady.

Graeme lowered Avril down
onto his cock and they both moaned as Avril threw her head back and
shuddered and Graeme closed his eyes. “I can’t last long,” Graeme
bit out. “You made her so wet and hot for it, Conall. Hurry. I want
to feel you inside with me.”

“
Yes,” Avril
moaned. “Yes. Inside.” She lowered her forehead to Graeme’s
shoulder, presenting her pretty bottom to him, his mark still on
her pale cheek, the little rosette he planned to plunder beckoning
him.

“
Go slow,”
Graeme warned him. “You have to ease in there a little at a time.
Remember?”

Conall’s bottom clenched
and he swallowed around the tide of lust pulling him under. “I
remember,” he said, and he did, every moment of Graeme fucking into
him.

Following Graeme’s advice
he pressed against Avril slowly, gently, but the resistance was too
great. Finally he pulled away, held on to his cock and thrust a bit
harder, breaking her open so that his cockhead slid inside. She was
so tight he cursed. Avril cried out, and Conall looked up to see
Graeme holding her cheek to his shoulder now, his hand pressed to
the side of her head. She moaned and pushed back against him, her
eyes closed.

“
Go on,”
Graeme told him. “I can feel how much she likes it by the way her
cunt is choking me.”

Conall took several deep
breaths and then pushed again, going in an inch or two
more.

“
Stop,”
Graeme said. He froze. “Now pull out just a bit and thrust in
again,” Graeme explained. “It will loosen her up and make it easier
for both of you, and more pleasurable for her.”

Conall nodded and
followed Graeme’s directions. Before long Avril was moaning with
each thrust, her face tight with concentration, her eyes still
closed, pushing back against him, wanting more. With a rough
thrust, he seated himself inside her incredibly tight passage and
she cried out.

For long seconds they
stayed still, adjusting to the wondrous feeling of the three of
them connected like this. Conall could actually feel Graeme’s cock
inside her, their lengths pressed together in her body, and it was
like fucking both of them at the same time.

“
Oh, God,”
Avril said with a little sob. “It’s so good having both of you
inside me. I never imagined I could take you both at the same
time.”

“
Damned
good,” Graeme growled. The muscles in his arms around Avril were
corded with the effort to hold still.

“
This is what
I want,” Conall said fiercely. “This wild thing, this feeling, this
way with the three of us.”

“
Yes,” Graeme
said, arching his neck, his eyes closed. Conall felt his cock jerk
against Graeme’s.

“
Now, we
fuck,” Conall said, and Graeme grinned as he opened his eyes and
looked at him.

“
Yes,” he
answered. He kissed Avril’s temple. “Are you ready,
darling?”