Their Private Arrangement (Taskill Witches 1.50)

He took her into his arms. “Would you have a man such as me, in your bed at night?”

Morag peeled her upper body away from his in order to look him more clearly in the eye. She knew that Mr. Grant looked on, and that was part of her reason for stating her feelings, so that they would both know. “You know the answer to that, Duggan Moore! You do not have to win my favors. Whatever we offer one another, we should do it without false platitude or false promises.”

Duggan grinned. “The only trouble I foresee with you is bending you to my will. You are a headstrong young woman who knows her own mind.”

Morag lifted her eyebrows at him. “Your will and mine seem to be aligned on most occasions, and that is quite pleasing in itself.”

His hard body pressing against hers pleased her tremendously, and she hoped that he was about to tumble with her again, for her cunny was hot with longing for him there.

“What would you have me do now?” she asked.

“I would have you make yourself available to me on the bed.”

She could not withhold her smile, and her core tingled expectantly.

“But first Mr. Grant has a proposition for you, and I think you should hear what he has to say before we pursue this matter further.”

Morag put her hands on his shoulders, enjoying him for as long as she might be required here. “It is you that interrupted Mr. Grant’s conversation, not I.”

She swayed her hips from side to side and suppressed a smile when his hips followed hers. The solid rod of his erection pressed against her skirts, his breeches barely restraining the insistent pressure of it. Despite that, she did wish to know what Mr. Grant had to say, because the day’s revelations had been astonishing and he was not yet done.

When Duggan saw her glance over at Mr. Grant, he set her aside.

“I will not hinder your affection too long,” Mr. Grant stated, as if amused at the lusty urges between the pair of them. “My proposal is this. Duggan works for another man. I would like to set him up with his own tenancy. I have the funds, and no family of my own. Duggan currently supports a mother and two young sisters, and he wishes to take a wife.”

A wife? Morag shifted uneasily, her mood sinking as fast as a heavy stone in water.

Duggan wrapped his arm around her waist. She turned her face into his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment, her happy moment gone. This would be over soon, that was what they were about to say.

“A sound tenancy would allow him to do so, and a wife such as yourself by his side would make him happy.”

Morag’s head lifted, and she gaped at Mr. Grant.

“In point of fact,” he added, with what appeared to be relish, “it would make us both happy.”

“A wife,” she stammered, “such as meself?”

“Aye,” Duggan whispered. “I am far from perfect, but if you are willing I promise you hard work, a good family and friends…and many a fine tumble.”

Morag was so startled she stared up at him in wonder. She thought it was another favor he was after, not something so immense.

“If you are agreeable,” he added, “and accept my proposal. Then James could visit us as a friend.”

He had made a proposal. They both had. Morag was astonished. Could she accept it, under the circumstances? As she thought on the question she realized it seemed most natural, for Duggan and Mr. Grant had already been lovers when she was invited into the situation. If she was his wife, and Mr. Grant’s affections made Duggan happy, it was not so hard to imagine them continuing as they already were. She had enjoyed Mr. Grant’s gaze upon them while they were engaged in intimate physical congress. In fact, her arousal grew as she thought upon it.

“Come, Morag,” Duggan whispered in a low, hoarse voice, his body taut with desire alongside hers, “you know I want you.”

Morag stared up to him. “And I want you.”

He broke into a smile, and without a moment’s pause he lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room. He kissed her heartily before he threw her on her back on the bed. With a hungry gaze, Morag stared at his manly form, starkly outlined as it was with the light from the window behind him. He was so virile, so powerful. Could it be true? Did he really want her as his wife?

“Forgive my haste, but I must ha

ve you right now for you have made me a happy man.”

“There is nothing to forgive.” She chuckled, dizzy with joy as the true nature of her situation dawned on her. “For I want this as much as you do.”

She picked up her skirts and revealed her puss to his gaze, for it was damp and ready for him. Her legs fell apart readily as she invited him in. He was on her in a flash, stripping off his shirt and casting it aside.