The Condemned Highlander (Highland Intrigue Trilogy 2)

Brogan was glad she was as impatient as he was and that she was also right about lingering later in their lovemaking since he intended to make love more than once to her tonight.

He shoved into her, and she cried out.

“OH!” she said with a joyous smile.

She flamed his passion even more and he shook his head. “This is going to be quick, wife.”

He gripped her backside as he pounded into her over and over.

“Do not stop. Please do not stop. It feels so good,” she urged and wrapped her legs around his waist, hugging him to her.

Brogan thought he would come there and then, but gratefully he didn’t. He wanted to soak every pleasurable drop of passion he could from her and explode in a blinding climax together.

Her moans grew as he slammed into her repeatedly and her climax came on her with a sudden explosion. She cried out, feeling herself erupt over and over in the most exquisite pleasure.

He loved the look on her face as she came, pure joy and satisfaction, though he had wanted to come with her and was surprised when she cried out.

“Do not stop, please do not stop!”

He smiled that she would climax again, and he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her off the table to rush and brace her against the door. “Hold on,” he urged, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her moans grew with each forceful thrust, and she climaxed with a scream in his ear as he burst with such fierce pleasure that he joined her with his own roar. It was his last thrust, that final push that yanked everything out of him when he heard the crack.

He raised his head, having rested his brow against the door right beside his wife’s face and saw that her eyes had rounded, having heard it as well.

The second crack came before he could yank them away and the door split in two sending them sprawling outside on the ground.

“Annis!” Brogan cried out, rising up quickly after landing on top of her, worried he had hurt her, her arms no longer around his neck. Her laughter told him otherwise.

“Do you think we will ever make love without incident?” she asked between laughs.

He grinned and kissed her. “We can try later.”

“I will remind you of that.”

He kissed her quick. “Believe me, wife, you won’t have to.” He eased off her and onto his feet and reached down to take her hand and ease her up. “Are you sure I did not hurt you, landing on you as I did?”

“Nay, I am good,” she assured him and wobbled some when she got to her feet.

“You are going to sit on that lone chair in the dwelling while I see us settled for the night,” he said, giving her a stern look.

Annis laughed. “That look will do you no good.”

“It was worth a try,” he said with a wink. “But spare me the worry and do as I ask.”

“I will leave everything to you,” she said and kissed his cheek. “Though you made need help repairing that door.”

In the end, the door was beyond repair especially with dusk upon them and night not far off. By the time Brogan found and cut some large tree branches to cover the open doorway and repair the bed so they could at least sleep in it for the night, darkness had fallen.

Annis had managed to find a sparse and broken broom and swept the debris to a corner of the dwelling. She placed one of their blankets on the lumpy bedding and moved the lone chair to the side of the bed where she also placed the cloth that held what was left of their food.

Brogan joined her on the side of the bed, and they ate the cheese and bread.

“Our quest is like a puzzle,” Annis said and nibbled at the cheese.

Brogan tore the piece of bread in half to share with her. “The problem is we do not have all the pieces to the puzzle.”

Annis ate the last of the cheese she held as she took the piece of bread from him. “And we must wait for the one piece to take us to the next. It is frustrating and taking far too much time. She shook the bread at him. “She is a witch. She should have known exactly where the woman with the limp was and—” A sudden thought turned her silent for a moment. “Why didn’t she know and why doesn’t she know where the bairn might be? Or does she know?”

“Why not tell you then?” Brogan asked, wondering himself.

“To bide time?” Annis questioned, shaking her head. “But for what? What could she be waiting for?”

“The woman with the limp might have the answers.”

“I hope so,” Annis said and having taken only a small bite of bread handed the piece to her husband. “Eat. I do not want anymore.”