Her mouth spoke of a deeply sensual nature. A man’s hands could span her waist, her hips flared wide to aide in both getting her with child and having it safely delivered into the world. Looking at her tits, you knew no child would ever go hungry at her breast.
Ach, Lizzie, take heart. Caelan’s here, we’ll set things right. I’ll nay see you swing,
No fucking way would the only woman who’d ensnared him see another night in jail, let alone worse.
When the judge had pronounced the sentence, Gavan had felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. He worried how it might affect her. She might seem to be stalwart and strong, but he knew it had to be an act and was relieved when she told off the judge. Hell, he’d even laughed.
She exhibited, what he was coming to learn was her normal, defiant attitude, toward the entire proceeding. She was a spitfire of the first order, and everything about her made his loins burn. It was when her mask slipped to reveal the lost little girl behind the façade that his heart broke. It had only occurred a few times, and he’d only observed it because he’d watched her closely. She was brave. Too brave. All he wanted was for her to take refuge within the safety of either he, or Caelan’s, arms, preferably both. She wouldn’t have to pretend with them. They wouldn’t let her, neither in bed, nor out.
Lizzie smelled of heather and sunshine. Each time he saw her, or caught her scent, his cock stirred, something it hadn’t done since he’d been cashiered out of the Her Majesty’s Army along with his best friend, Caelan MacAllister. The two men had been found en flagrante delicto or, conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. That had been a disaster, and he’d been wary since. Until now. Now, he was sure.
Lizzie reminded him little of the women of the MacLean Clan in Scotland. Those ladies might be brash and tempestuous but they didn’t make a living rustling cattle and horses with an occasional bank robbery on the side. They might give their husbands a good tongue lashing a time or two, but Gavan had found them dull in the extreme. His Lizzie, their Lizzie, he reminded himself, presented herself to the world as wild and free, mean as a snake with a mouth that would make a sailor blush, a woman who needed the protection and love that only he and Caelan could provide. Some might call it fucking insane, but that was the way of it with his cock, and his heart.
Untamed she might be but, when he’d climbed into bed the night before and closed his eyes, he’d easily pictured her across his knee with her bottom being spanked from ivory to red. A more fitting punishment for her actions, and one he was sure would make her quite contrite.
From there, his visions had shifted to her standing in the corner, her bottom pushed out, cunny and dark rosebud on display before both he and Caelan took turns plowing one or the other together, or one-on-one. Fuck, yes. Thoughts of spanking her, fucking her, watching Caelan fuck her, fucking her together and watching her belly swell with their child, made him hard as a rock. He smiled as he thought that the days of having to provide his own relief would soon be over. And hers for, if there was a woman in need of a few orgasms, it was Lizzie Morgan.
The first day of the trial had revealed that most of the witnesses against Lizzie had no first-hand knowledge, and some kind of ax to grind. Her lawyer had been a pathetic wimp and never challenged any of their statements. Gavan was disgusted.
With every minute that passed, he could almost feel her sucking him every time the pink tip of her tongue flicked out to lick her dry lips. All he could see was that mouth around his shaft as Caelan drove into her. The difference between all the satisfied women in their past and Lizzie was that he wanted to keep her. For a lifetime. He had a feeling he’d never be slaked by her body, or her wild temperament.
Feisty as she was, he was certain their Lizzie was a virgin. Even though his thoughts ran wild, they’d have to take it slow and easy and give her plenty of time to rest between bouts of their lovemaking. If they showed her gentle, then she’d give them gentle in return. He was sure of it.
When he and Caelan had first agreed to share a bride years ago, they had tossed a coin to see who would relieve her of her maidenhead. Caelan had won the toss but offered to let Gavan breach her cunny first if Caelan could be the first to take her arse.
He’d left the trial at the end of the first day and quickly cabled Caelan.
Have found the last item on our list.
Come quickly. Time is of the essence.
Don’t forget the silver.
Caelan rode through the night and joined Gavan in the courtroom during the scheduled afternoon session of the trial the next day. He slid onto the long bench beside his best friend just before the start of what appeared to be a trial.
“I’m here,” he leaned in and whispered. “There’s still a section of fence to be done. Let’s get out of here. Why don’t ye show me this girl so I can get back to the ranch? And why are ye suddenly in such a hurry?”
“We didna need to
