April Holthaus - The MacKinnon Clan 01 Read Free

given our horses extra feed to ensure their strength for the long ride ahead.”
    “Good, see to the men. I am heading up to my chamber. We will meet ye in the courtyard after we break our fast.”
    Rory swigged the last bit of whiskey from his flask and headed in the direction of the stairs. Those lips, they were all he could think about. He walked down the empty hallway in search of his quarters. He picked up a candle that was sitting on a small table and made his way down the quiet corridor.
    The walls were draped in tapestries and painted portraits of the MacCallum clan. Rory felt the chill within the corridor from the poorly covered windows.  Rory continued to walk until he got to the end of the hall. He paused at the last door listening to the sound of someone singing. It was a beautiful melody and the woman’s voice was enchanting. It had reminded him of a song his mother used to sing to him as a lad. As if hypnotized by the song, he slightly opened the door to peek inside.
    And there she was, her naked backside facing him. Rory could see the droplets of water from her wet hair slowly descending down the small curve of her back. The glow of the candle light shimmered on her skin making it appear soft and creamy. Her round arse was firm and plump and Rory felt his manhood stiffen beneath his kilt. He wanted nothing more than to run across the room, toss her onto the bed and kiss every inch of her delicate skin.
     
     
    While taking her bath, Annella heard footsteps outside her door. Assuming that they were Berta’s, she began to stand up and greet the woman. However instead of an auld, plump woman, a blushing Rory stood in the door frame staring at the back side of her naked body. As the door crept further open, his massive size took up the expanse of the door frame.
    “What are ye doing? Get out,” she yelled as she quickly dove back into the water. She could feel her face burning bright red from both anger and embarrassment.
    “My apologies, my lady. I was lost and unable to find my room.”
    Feeling embarrassed with himself, he abruptly turned around offering her what little dignity she had left. As he turned around, he saw two maids standing just outside the door. Annella’s eyes widened like a scared deer.
    “Good night, my lady,” Rory said and swiftly walked past the two women and out the door.
    “Oh my lady, what were ye thinking? Ye can no’ have a mon in here wit ye. It’s no’ proper for a young maiden,” Berta asserted.
    “I dinna. He walked in here."
    “That mad brute! Yer father would have him hung and quartered if he thought ye were bedding.”
    "Nothing happened, he said he was lost."
    Myra, the younger maid with golden hair spoke up, "I will show him the way to his chamber." And with that, she walked out and ran after him.
    Berta helped Annella dry her hair by the fire and put her nightgown on. She got into the bed feeling a little bit jealous of Myra. Myra was a pretty lass and often gave herself to the visiting men. Would Rory take her? She argued with herself about why she should care, but in truth she did.
    All Annella wanted at that moment was to sleep the rest of the time away while Rory was here, hoping she could avoid him for that long. Lying in her bed, she could not stop wondering what was transpiring a few doors down. She didn’t know what kind of man Rory was; whether he was one who slept with any willing whore or not.
     
     
    "My Laird, I can show ye to yer room. My name is Myra. I can also give ye some company tonight, if ye wish?" she said with a sultry look of seduction.
    Rory was intrigued by this promiscuous blond harlot who was willingly giving herself to him. It had been a long while since he had bedded down with a lass but, with all his traveling, there was no time for coupling. At first he was going to accept her offer, but after thinking about the episode in Annella’s room, he was no longer in the mood. "Nay, I prefer to be alone. Thank ye."
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