Dear God in heaven, Geordie thought, sure he’d found paradise. She was so hot, and tight, her inner muscles squeezing himas her body shuddered with her orgasm. Dwyn hadn’t even seemed to notice the tearing, though he’d felt the brief resistancebefore her veil gave way to him. Now he released her hips and fell forward, catching his upper body with his hands on eitherside of her shoulders, and bent to claim her mouth and silence her insensate babbling. Dwyn went briefly still, but when heeased himself back out of her and drove back in, she moaned into his mouth and began to kiss him back. When he did it again,she wrapped her arms and legs around him, her fingers clawing at his back and heels pushing at his arse and urging him on.
That’s when Geordie gave up trying to be slow and gentle and began to thrust as he wished, pounding into her, his balls slappingagainst her, and a growl building in his throat as her body squeezed and milked him. When Dwyn came again, her inner musclesclamped down on him so hard he nearly came too, but Geordie managed to hold himself back by slowing his motions until hermuscles eased. He didn’t let himself go until she cried out into his mouth again as she found her third orgasm. Then he stiffenedagainst her and broke their kiss, his head rising and her name slipping from his lips on a groan as he poured himself intoher.
It was only as Geordie collapsed on top of her and then quickly rolled to the side, taking her with him, that he recalledhis intention not to spill his seed in her. A frown claiming his lips, Geordie closed his eyes unhappily as he realized he’dfailed Dwyn there.
“I do no’ think we should marry, m’laird.”
Geordie’s eyes blinked open with amazement.
“No’ until—” she began.
“Are ye mad, woman?” he interrupted with shock. “We are married. There’s no thinking we should or no’.”
“What?” She lifted her head to peer at him with surprise. “Nay, we just—”
“I asked ye to marry me. Ye said aye. And I bedded ye. We’re handfasted. As good as married in the eyes of the law,” he pointedout grimly.
“Aye, I said aye first,” she agreed, “but then I said nay.”
Geordie narrowed his eyes. “We are handfasted, Dwyn. And the contracts are drawn up. We are wed by law already, and the weddingfor the church is tomorrow.”
“What?” she gasped, pulling away to gape at him.
Geordie stared at her with a combination of bewilderment and anger. For God’s sake, there were six women in the keep who wouldhave been glad to marry him, and he picked the one who looked horrified at the prospect.
“But we canno’ be, Geordie,” she protested unhappily. “Ye do no’ ken what ye’re getting into, m’laird. Ye should ha’e beenwarned. Did me da tell ye what is happening at Innes ere he got ye to sign the contract? Nay, o’ course he did no’,” she answeredherself before he could, and then added, “I’m sure ye can use that to get out o’ marrying me do ye wish it.”
Geordie stared at her miserable face, and sighed heavily with both weariness and relief as he realized that it was not thatshe didn’t wish to marry him, but that she was sure he wouldn’t want to once he knew . . . whatever the hell it was her fatherhadn’t told him, he thought grimly. He hadn’t a clue what that was, but supposed he’d better find out so that he could sootheher fears in that regard.
Easing her away from his chest, Geordie shifted himself up to sit with his back against the headboard, then caught Dwyn’supper arms and dragged her up to rest against his chest. Peering down then, he stared at her beautiful breasts, sighed ashe felt his cock stir and pressed her head to his chest before grabbing some of her hair and shifting it to cover as muchof her body as he could.
“There,” he growled, once he couldn’t see her curvy little body and get distracted. “Now, tell me what ’tis ye’re so worriedabout.”
“’Tis the Brodies,” she said, raising her head to look up at him anxiously.
“Brodies,” he muttered with a frown as the name tugged at a memory string in his mind. Nodding as it came back to him, Geordiesaid, “Ye mentioned them the first morning in the tree. They want to add Innes to their holdings, ye said.”
“Aye,” Dwyn breathed woefully.
Geordie almost smiled then. This was no problem at all, he thought, and tightened his arms around her in a hug as he said,“Well, lass, they canno’ have it. Innes is yers, and ye’re mine now. So Brodie is out o’ luck.”
She appeared surprised by his words. “Surely Innes becomes yours once we marry?”
“We are married,” he growled. “And nay, it remains with you. I had it put in the contract. That way, should I die first, ye decidewhether to marry again and canno’ be forced to it by yer father or anyone else.”
“But what if I die first?” she asked with a frown.
Geordie shrugged with unconcern, and then scowled as the thought sank in. Dwyn die? Leave him? And she could if his seed tookand she got with child and died while trying to birth his son or daughter. Cursing, he leapt off the bed, and then turnedto pick her up by the waist and swing her out in front of him so she dangled above the floor. He then began to lift her quicklyup and down.
“M-m’l-laird,” she protested, grabbing at his arms. “W-what are y-ye d-doing?”
“Trying to shake me seed out o’ ye,” he muttered, continuing to jostle her up and down. “I meant to withdraw ere I spilledinto ye, but forgot. Well, I
