Conall: The 93rd Highlanders, Book Two by Samantha Kane Read Free Book Online

a few weeks. She’d only
had him for a few weeks. Surely she deserved more than
that.
    “ Marry me,”
Conall insisted again. She treasured each time he’d asked, stored
the memories away. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t say
yes. He might think he wanted her now, but it was war. It was cold
and frightening, and she was here. She might be the best thing
available in this hell, but once they were back home, he’d regret
binding himself to a woman like her. One who came from common
stock, good for nothing but hard work and a humble life. She shook
her head, afraid to speak for fear yes would tumble from her
lips.
    Conall turned away as he
put a hand on the floor and pushed himself back up to his knees. He
stood slowly. “Well, then,” he said sadly. “That’s that, then,
isn’t it?” When he looked at her, the shine of tears in his eyes
and the bleak look on his face were nearly her undoing. “Sorry I am
that you couldn’t care for me as I do for you, Avril,” he said,
sadness dripping from each word. Did he know he was ripping her
heart out?
    “ You’d regret
it,” she said in a hoarse whisper, “and I couldn’t stand that.
Couldn’t stand seeing the disappointment in your eyes when you
looked at me.”
    “ Never,” he
vowed fiercely, his blue eyes blazing with sincerity. He took two
quick steps to her and dragged her into his arms as if he couldn’t
stop himself. “It isn’t regret in my kisses, is it?” Before she
could answer his mouth slammed down on hers, no hesitation in him
now as there had been just a few weeks ago. He’d loved her plenty
in that time, learned to please her and surprise her in their love
play. He was as fierce and honest in bed as he was in speech and
manner. He loved her earthiness, her delight in her woman’s
pleasure and in his body. And never, never had she seen regret in
his face, it was true. But that was here and now. She knew the look
of a man who didn’t get what he’d bargained for. She’d seen it in
her late husband’s eyes too many times not to dread it. To him
she’d grown too old and hard following him to war, too rough and
strong for his taste. And though he’d enjoyed her brazen ways in
the marriage bed, he was forever accusing her of wanting other men.
Conall hadn’t—not even Munro, who was here almost as often as he
was. Was that only a matter of time as well? Because her feelings
for Munro were growing day by day. Perhaps her late husband had
been right about her. She couldn’t stay true to one man.
    She couldn’t fight his
kisses. She didn’t want to. Maybe…maybe this would make him stay
for a while longer. She threw her arms around his neck and opened
her mouth and sucked his tongue and breathed his air. He picked her
up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. When he sat down on
the edge of her cot and yanked her skirt up she squirmed, giving
him room, trying to kiss as much of him as she could. Then he
pulled his kilt out of the way and she saw his cock, so big and
proud and hard for her, and she felt light-headed. “Yes, yes,” she
whispered. She rose up on her knees and let him pull her back down
onto his shaft. It felt so good she shuddered. Even now he was
gentle with her as she wasn’t that wet, but a few soft strokes and
she was more than ready to be fucked. “Conall,” she begged.
“Please.”
    “ That’s
right,” he growled, shoving up into her. “I know what you need,
don’t I? And I give it to you, don’t I?”
    “ Yes,” she
said in a trembling voice, moving on top of him, still wearing her
coat and shoes and gloves, caring only for his cock and being
fucked by him. He made her so desperate for him, she cared naught
for the unlocked door or the midday hour.
    “ Ah, Avril,”
he said with a heavy breath, “you undo me. Such a glorious fuck,
you are. So perfect.” He thrust into her, one hand balanced behind
him on the bed as the other held her waist, holding her in place so
he could shove into her