Love Wild and Fair

'Ye must hae been very true to me, Bothwell, to be so quickly roused. I am flattered.'

He looked at her somberly. 'The truth's that I have lifted every skirt I could, to try to bank the fire ye left in my heart. I failed miserably, because I have never stopped loving ye, or needing ye. I dinna expect I ever shall.'

'Oh, Francis,' she cried. 'I have ached for ye all these many months. I have never stopped loving ye either.'

'Yet,' he said, almost bitterly, 'ye gave yer husband another child-nay, twins!'

She laughed, and the sound was silvery in the quiet of the room. 'Oh, Bothwell, ye great fool! The bairns are yers! The bairns are yers!'

He was incredulous. 'Ye canna be sure, Cat.'

'But I can,' she said. 'I can. Oh, my sweet lord, did ye not think it strange when ye had already fathered so many bairns, and I was mother to six, that we had no child of our own?' He nodded, and she continued. 'When Mam returned from the east she brought wi her a secret for controlling conception. All the women in our family know it. Until we were safely wed I could not let us have a child. When the king forbade my divorce I knew I dared not gie Jamie a weapon to use against us. Then he ordered us parted, and I realized I couldna leave ye wi'out something of ye to sustain me. I was over a month pregnant when I left ye, Francis! Glenkirk waited not a moment before claiming his rights, so he assumed the twins were his- especially when his mother said that twins ran in her family, and always came early.'

'What did ye call them?'

'Ian and Jane.'

'Ye named them after my parents?'

'Aye, but Patrick thinks they are named after his paternal grandparents.'

'What are they like, my wee bairns? What are they like, Cat?'

The silvery laugh tinkled again. 'Francis! They're but bairns! Five-month-old bairns.' Seeing his crestfallen look, she tried. 'The lad is auburn-haired and blue-eyed. He is bright, I can tell, and very demanding. His sister is a blue- eyed reddish-blonde of very much the same temperament. The wet nurses and the nursery staff adore them, for they both hae great charm.'

It was what he had wanted to hear, and his eyes misted. She felt a catch in her throat, and silently cursed once again their cousin the king. To keep from crying she said to him, 'Hand me that cake of soap, my love,' and proceeded to scrub herself down. When she had finished she stood and stepped out of the tub. Francis wrapped her in a towel and began to rub her dry. She stood quietly, luxuriating in the delicious sensation of his hands on her once again.

She could tell by his touch that he was near to losing that perfect control he prided himself on, and she wanted him as she had never wanted him before. Turning, she slid her slender arms about his neck. 'Now, Francis,' she said quietly. 'Take me, now! I have waited over a year to be wi ye again, and 'tis nae time to be standoffish.'

Pulling away from him, she walked slowly across the room and climbed into the big lace-trimmed, lavender- scented featherbed. Undressing, he asked, 'Did Glenkirk nae make love to ye enough that yer so eager, my darling?'

'Glenkirk took every opportunity to use me, and though my body responds to him, I hae never since we last made love been able to find the heaven I find wi ye, Francis. Aye, my lord, I am eager for ye!' She held out her arms to him, and he waited no longer.

They cuddled together beneath the warmth of the coverlet. He had her cradled within one arm while the other caressed her soft breast and then wandered boldly to stroke her rounded belly, her firm, trembling thighs and the soft hidden places of her body. Her breath was coming in short gasps, but she suddenly squirmed free of him and pushed him back on the pillows.

Bending over him, her lips began a tantalizing descent down his long body. She was exciting him unbelievably, her petal-soft lips gentle, touching him here and then there, moving lower and lower until she reached his swollen manroot. Tenderly she took it in her hand and kissed the pink, throbbing head. Then, taking it into her warm mouth, she drew on it for just a moment. His whole body jerked, and he cried out as if in agony. Frightened, she released him. She looked into his face. 'I only wanted to taste of ye, my love,' she whispered.

He pulled her back under him, and looked passionately down at her. 'What do I taste of?' he demanded thickly.

'S-salt,' she answered him suddenly, feeling very shy.

He laughed softly. Quickly sliding down and between her slender legs, he slipped his hands beneath her round buttocks and lifted her up, so he might taste of her also. She cried out-half in joy, half in shame. She wanted him to take her this way even though she felt it was not quite right. 'Sweet! Sweet!' she heard him murmur. 'Christ, yer sweet, my love!'

She could feel herself slipping away into that golden world of sweet fulfillment that she had been unable to attain since last being with him. As the delicious ache began to spread through her lower belly, his hardness thrust into her, and she cried aloud her happiness.

Afterwards-almost immediately-they both fell into deep contented sleep, still joined, their bodies intertwined. When she awoke it was to find him awake too, and watching her. She smiled and touched his cheek gently. He caught her hand and tenderly kissed the palm and the inner wrist. Their eyes met, and she trembled, so great was the depth of his emotion. That two people could love as deeply as she and Bothwell loved terrified her.

Propping himself on one elbow, he ruffled her dark-gold curls. 'What happened to yer lovely hair?' She told him the story of her meeting with the king, and he shook his head wonderingly. 'Ye defied him for me? Christ! How that must hae hurt Jamie!' He put his arms about her. 'Yer my wench, and have been from the start, haven't ye? My God, how am I going to survive wi'out ye? I have nae done well so far.'

'I dinna want to think about it, Francis. Not today. Not now when we are together again.'

'How long can ye stay wi me, my darling.'

'As long as yer at Huntley. Glenkirk is in England until the spring.'

'How damned convenient,' murmured Bothwell. 'However when he promised we might see each other again, I dinna think he meant ye should live wi me for any length of time.' The border lord's eyes were brimming with amusement.

'I will do as I please, Bothwell! If I thought the Leslies could escape Jamie's wrath I would flee to France yi ye now! Both the king and my husband know that. Unfortunately I am bound to the Leslies. They hae all been at me since my return. My Uncle Patrick, the old Earl of Sithean, died two years ago, but his wife has nae stopped her whining that my shameless behavior endangers her precious Earl Charles, who is married to Glenkirk's sister, Janet. When I told my mother the truth of my estrangement from Patrick, she chided me for not making him understand the great honor done me by James Stewart. She, who was a virgin till her wedding night, and who has never known another man in her entire life but my father, chortled about the 'honor' of being the king's mistress! They make me sick! All of them! And yet-I am bound to them, and I must sacrifice my happiness for their safety. But, my love, my very life-I will nae sacrifice this¹ time wi ye. When ye leave Scotland, I shall never see ye again. I know it! I feel it! We are surely doomed to be separated, but I will hae this time wi ye!'

His arms tightened about her. 'I know I hae never done anything in this life to deserve love such as yers, my sweet Catriona Mairi.'

The clock on the mantel struck five, and she said, 'Good Lord! We're going to be late for dinner! What will the Gordons think?' Reaching out, she yanked the bellpull. Disengaging herself from his grasp, she stood up.

He caught his breath at the perfection of her body. Without her long hair the beautiful line of her back was visible. He had made love to many women, but none could hold a candle to her. He was not a man to take pride in his ownership of a woman, but he was very proud that she loved him.

Susan arrived and modestly set up a screen for her mistress to dress behind. The Gordon valet assigned to serve Lord Bothwell rushed to cover the earl's private parts as he rose from the tumbled bed, but Susan's flaming cheeks told him that he had been too late. Unable to resist, Bothwell winked at the little maidservant. She almost swooned.

'Damnit, Francis! Stop teasing Susan! Ye've made her all thumbs. No, child. The pendant!'

Bothwell had dressed in a kilt, and Cat's gaze swept him. 'Damn me, Francis,' she said teasingly. 'Ye've the handsomest pair of legs I've ever seen in a kilt.'