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One Night in Kilmeaden

By: surober1



*Author's Note:* Romance is the only category that seemed appropriate for this story, but it is actually a Historical EROTIC Romance containing some very HOT sex! So, if you're looking for a purely romantic story, this isn't one... just a warning for anyone who might be offended by plain language and very descriptive sex! Please let me know if you enjoy it... thanks!

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The passage from Islay to Dungarvan on the south coast of Ireland had been pleasant for the most part... they'd only encountered one stormy night at sea. Which was lucky for the summer months... storms could pop up at almost any time over the unpredictable North Atlantic channel and the Irish Sea.

Jordan Reece had enjoyed the fresh ocean air during the voyage and had almost acquired a good set of "sea legs" by the time the boat had sailed into Dungarvan Bay. But he was happy to set foot on dry land once again, and even happier when his horse was led from the supply boat that had accompanied the passenger vessel on which he'd traveled.

The big black stallion snorted softly in greeting when the groom handed him over. "Well now, Ares... ya don't look any the worse fer wear..." he soothed in his deep Scottish burr. "Yer hindquarters must be queverin' fer a good gallop through the countryside! An' ah'll jus' bet you'll be sniffin' fer fillies the whole way, won' t'ye lad?"

He chuckled when his giant companion nuzzled his hand as he fed him a carrot and then uttered a low horselaugh, as if in agreement that his master knew him too well. He leaned next to Ares' ear and muttered quietly, "Ah wesh you'd put tha' nose ta good use an' sniff out a few lasses fer mi as well, my friend!"

Jordan was surprised when Ares threw back his head and issued a stream of what sounded like loud horse "guffaws!" He yanked the reins down and stared into one of the stallion's large brown eyes. "Tha' was na funny, you... you..." he ran his eyes down the big, gleaming sleek body that he kept perfectly groomed as he tried to think of an appropriate insult.

"Aahhhrrrggg!!!" he growled in frustration as he dropped his head in defeat. Then he stared into the large brown eye again. "Yer a bloody black stud an' ya know et! You have every damn little filly on Eila prancin' around ya! Well... yer supposed ta help mi make an impression on the lasses, too, damn yer hide!!! So... how 'bout managin' no' ta throw me while we're here en Ireland, ehh?!! Es't a deal?" Jordan asked the animal earnestly.

He laughed again at how foolish he felt... trying to make deals with a horse... like the stallion could understand him! But he frowned suspiciously when Ares stamped his right front hoof on the ground and acted like he was nodding his head in agreement. Nahhh... the animal was just reacting to his tone of voice... that's all it was...

Jordan gathered up all of his gear, saddled Ares and loaded his things onto the animal. They headed east out of Dungarvan toward Waterford. He had traveled to Ireland to issue a warning. He felt he owed no loyalty to the Scottish royalty. He sympathized with Ireland in their plight to fight off being added against their will to the British Empire!

It was the year of our Lord 1595, and Britain was desperate to annex as many of the surrounding kingdoms as possible in order to compete with Spain. The Spanish Empire was expanding by leaps and bounds ever since that Italian explorer Christoffa Corombo had discovered the Americas for Queen Isabella some hundred years before. And ever since, England had been trying to "keep up with the Juarezes..."

It had started out as a beautiful day for a ride... a clear blue sky with puffy white clouds floating over the rolling emerald hills that stretched to the low mountains. The temperature had been mild for the middle of summer, but during the afternoon, the humidity started to rise and the clouds began to build. Jordan could tell that storms wouldn't be far behind...

He kept riding across the countryside hoping he would spot a village soon. When it started to darken, he spotted a few lighted windows in the distance just as the first lightning bolt flashed and a crack of thunder filled the air. Rain began to spatter him as he reined Ares in the direction of the lights and urged him to full speed.

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"Da!!! Ah tol' ya ta put the animals en the stable 'afore ye came enside... that storms were a'comin'! Why do ya never listen ta mi?!!" Caitlin O'Brick exclaimed at her stepfather. He stared at her for a moment and then turned to go out again.

"Never mind! Ah'll do et miself! Ah probably need ta make sure that ya properly mucked the stalls an' fed the horses any way! Nuttin' aroun' here would ever get done properly ef ah did no' see to et..." she muttered in her thick Irish brogue as she stomped past him out of the house.

The rain was just beginning to pour as she ran across the path and along the paddock fence to the stable entrance. And in that short space of time, she managed to get completely soaked! Oh well... it was bound to have happened any way when she had to go out the side and lead in their two cows and their family of goats. The animals didn't fight her... they were happy to get in somewhere they couldn't see the flashes of lightning! She pushed the heavy doors closed and it was somewhat quieter.

She checked on the few horses that some travelers were boarding with them until they resumed their journey. At least Da had made sure to clean out the stalls, spread some fresh hay and put oats in the feed bins.

From the sound of the rain pounding on the roof and the loud booms of thunder, Caitlin didn't want to risk venturing out into the storm again. She decided to wait out the worst of it in the stable, but she was feeling chilled from the wet clothing plastered to her body...

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Jordan reined Ares to a stop in front of a two-story building that appeared to be an inn of some sort across from a stable. He dismounted and held onto the reins as he pounded on the door. After a moment, an older man opened it and eyed him up and down, raising his eyebrows as he stared at Jordan's legs.

"Have ya never seen a kilt before, old man?" he asked in amusement as he pulled at the wet plaid cloth plastered to his thighs. When the man frowned and looked back up at him he asked, "Ah beg yer pardon, but this es an enn... es et no'... an' do ya have any available rooms?" The man nodded. "Very well... Ah shall require a room fer the night an' where can ah shelter mi horse?"

"That's ar stable across the way, sir... you kin put yer horse inside. Wi still have some empty stalls."

Jordan grimaced through the pouring rain. "Thank ya, sir. Ah'll take care of mi horse an' then ah'll bi en later... ef you would be good enough ta save mi some food, ah would bi mos' grateful. Thank ya!" he called again as he hurriedly led Ares toward the stable.

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Caitlin lit a lantern and went to a wooden trunk in the back of the stable, opened it and pulled out a woolen blanket. She removed her wet shoes and began the arduous task of removing her dripping garments... then she would be able to wrap the dry blanket around her and warm up. And if she stoked the fire in the pit where the smith worked in the outer part of the stable, she might just be able to dry some of her clothes...

She had just finished stripping when she heard the noise of the storm grow louder when one of the stable doors was opened momentarily and then shut again. She started to call out, thinking it was her stepfather but she knew most of the guests at the inn would be expecting supper soon and he, hopefully, was busy setting out the food she had prepared earlier.

Caitlin hesitated a moment as she wrapped the blanket around her and then snuck out toward the front of the stable to see who had entered. She stopped suddenly and hid inside one of the stalls, peeking between the boards to watch a strangely dressed man unloading his belongings from a magnificent, but bedraggled, black steed. The first thing he did after that was to remove his soaked boots and strange calf stockings and dry his feet with a cloth from one of his bags. 

The man and beast seemed completely at ease with each other as he spoke soothingly while he unsaddled the horse and wiped down the animal's wet hide with another semi-dry cloth he'd pulled from one of his sacks. Caitlin smiled softly... she'd always had an affinity for horses and she appreciated that same quality when she recognized it in a man...

She couldn't help but notice how the wet material of the strange "skirt" he was wearing was clinging to his thighs. His calves and lower thighs looked very muscular and she almost giggled as the thought popped into her head when he turned toward her that he had nice knees! Not that she'd ever noticed a man's knees before...

His light brown hair was long, but was pulled back into a neat ponytail and tied with a strip of leather. When she finally got a good look at his face, she noticed he looked a little scruffy... like he hadn't shaved in a day or two, but she smiled when she realized he obviously preferred to be clean-shaven. She wasn't that crazy about men with beards and mustaches... they usually didn't keep them clean or bathed often enough for her liking!

Caitlin found herself staring at the man's face, wondering how old he was... from his features, he didn't look to be much older than her... she guessed him to be in his early 20's. She had just turned 18 and her stepfather had been trying to foist her off on every available man in the village and every male traveler who'd passed through since she was fifteen!!!

She snorted quietly as she thought it probably wouldn't take her stepfather long to start working on this man, too! Then he started to remove his wet clothing. She stared transfixed as he unraveled the wet cape of material from his back and chest and then unwound it from around his waist and hips until it was free...

Caitlin hadn't realized she was holding her breath... hoping to see his bare ass revealed... until she almost groaned in frustration when she realized his long tunic was still hiding his... secrets. She growled softly as her impatience grew while she watched him hanging the long piece of material that had been wrapped around him over some barrels near the smithy pit and then stoked the fire.

At that moment, Ares raised his head, pricking his ears and flaring his nostrils as he sniffed the air in the stable. Then he lowered his head and followed his nose to the stall in which Caitlin was hiding. She backed up against the far wall and was gesturing at the stallion to go away, but he whinnied softly and nuzzled his snout on her shoulder.

Jordan turned around to see his steed already moving toward a stall. He followed as he stated, "Ah, my friend... ah see ya must've already sniffed out some feed! Hold on... let's make sure ets good before ya start munchin'!" He stopped short when Ares lifted his head and he caught a glimpse of a figure in the shadows. "Who's there?" he asked curiously.

Caitlin cleared her throat nervously and spoke just loud enough to be heard over the storm. "I... ah... got caught out here when ah came ou' ta bring the animals en!" When she saw him start to move toward her, she exclaimed, "Do no' come any closer! Ah'm no' decent! Mi clothes were soaked so ah removed them an' all ah have es a blanket aroun' mi."

Jordan snorted derisively. "So, lass... yer naked an' you were hidin' an' watchin' mi?!! Ah guess yer a little disappointed that ya did na ge' ta see me naked... es tha' so?!!" he asked with a chuckle, liking the idea that some girl had been spying on him. Even though he couldn't see what she looked like, he liked the sound of her voice... it was soft and had a sexy Irish accent.

But that was gone when she came storming out of the shadows to shove at his chest as she pushed him backward out of the stall.

"YOU ARROGANT SCOTTISH BASTARD!!! How dare ya make assumptions like tha' t'abou' mi!!! Ah know yer kind! All ya want es ta move en an' take our lands... take we women an' fuck us all Scottish!!! Well ah'll have no parts a that!!! Ah'm IRISH and ah'll be Irish until ah die... an' ah'll take you with mi ef ah hafto!!!" she ranted at him as she backed him toward the smithy fire pit.

Jordan was stunned. He couldn't help backing away from the intense storm of emotions shooting out of her and blasting away at him. But at the same time, he was also drawn to her passionate intensity... and her beauty. She was the epitome of a fiery Irish lass... long, dark auburn hair, large deep brown eyes with thick lashes, creamy skin and lips that beckoned his even as she hurled loud curses at him.

She finally stopped when he flinched as he felt the heat of the fire behind him and scooted away so his backside wouldn't get singed like the front of him already was from her passion. She stood a few feet away, panting heavily from her rant and clutching the blanket about her as if it was a shield. Jordan couldn't help but admire her courage to stand up to a man, even though he could easily overpower her...

Caitlin suddenly realized how vulnerable she was. Yes... she'd stunned the man momentarily by pouncing at him the way she had, but he was easily a foot taller than she and much larger and stronger. If he wanted to take her, there was no way she could stop him... unless she had a weapon of some sort. She glanced around but there was nothing within her reach.

She looked back at him warily and then noticed the look in his eyes... the firelight dancing near him prevented her from telling what color they were, but the fire burning in them was roaring even hotter than the flames just a few feet away. Caitlin felt warmth spreading through her as his eyes roamed over her face for a moment and then slid downward as if imagining what was underneath the blanket.

Now SHE was hot... the woolen blanket that had felt like a protective shield just a moment before was suddenly making her feel as if she was scorching from the nearby flames! She turned and moved quickly away from the fire but that did little to relieve the heat that was suffusing her body. Damn it to hell... she couldn't blame the heat on the fire... it was HIM... she wanted him despite the threat he posed and she just hoped he hadn't figured that out!

Jordan was concerned that she thought he would force himself on her, and while he did enjoy it when a woman liked to "play act" that he was taking her against her will, he would never do it for real. Although this lass was tempting him to forget he was a gentleman more than any woman he'd ever seen! But he gradually began to realize her nervousness was no longer because she was afraid of what he might do to her, but because she couldn't control what she was feeling...

He moved up behind her quietly and smiled when she jumped, not realizing he was so near. He made his voice low and sexy.

"You have nothin' ta fear from mi, lass. Ah am Scottish by birth but ah have no' come to yer fair country ta take yer lands or fuck any woman against her will. Ah'm a gentleman, but ah do whatever ah can ta please any woman who would willin'ly take me ento her bed."

Jordan grinned slyly when Caitlin gasped and moved a couple of steps away from him, panting heavily again. He continued seductively, "As a matter of fact, ah have come as a favor ta yer country." He paused when she swung around to face him warily. "Ah have come ta warn yer Irish nobles that England an' Scotland are plannin' within the next few years ta send another wave of settlers en ta take over more of yer lands and try ta turn all o' the Irish population ento Anglo and Scotch-Irish half-breeds. Ah guess they figure that's the only way... ta fuck the stubbornness outa ya!" He chuckled again when she gasped heatedly.

"How dare ye make sooch a statement! Yer nut tellin' me anythin' ah haven't already suspected! What ah don't understand es WHY yer so willin' ta warn us of what's comin'? What's en it fer you? How do ah know this esn't some scheme you've cooked up just ta trick someone luk me into trustin' ya?!!" she asked suspiciously.

Jordan moved right in front of her and stared down into her defiant face. "Ya haven't even asked mi name, lass. How could ya trust me until ya know mi name? Ah am Jordan Reece an' ah hail from Eila."

Caitlin frowned in confusion. "Reece doos no' sound like a proper Scottish name ta mi. How did ya come by sooch a name?"

"My grandfather was Welsh... he was drawn across the sea by an Irish siren an' they ended up settlin' on Eila when her family objected ta her marriage. Then mi father married into the MacDonald clan." He paused when her eyes widened in surprise. "Ah see you've heard of my mother's family. Aye... ah might once have been Scottish nobility, but no' any longer. Ya see... ah am already a mutt... Welsh, Irish and Scottish. An' since we canno' longer protect the Scottish kingdom from British rule, ah'd just like to try ta help protect Ireland from the same fate. You kin trust mi, lass... ah speak the truth," he finished quietly as she stared up at him with her huge, beautiful eyes.

Caitlin believed him. She saw sadness in his eyes as he told her of his varied heritage... it was like he felt he didn't belong anywhere. He was just searching for somewhere to belong... and she suddenly wished he could belong to her...

Jordan was stunned again when Caitlin dropped the blanket from around her. His instinct made him step back so he could see her in all her glory... and what a glorious creature she was! Her creamy skin glowed golden in the firelight from her head to her toes. High, firm breasts tipped with luscious pink nipples that were already hard had his palms itching to caress her and his mouth watering to taste her.

He could scarcely breathe as his eyes continued to travel downward. She had a sexy, womanly shape... her hips were rounded nicely and then his eyes were drawn like magnets to the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. He groaned and felt his cock stiffening as he pictured her spreading those thighs for him...

Jordan closed his eyes for a moment and sucked in a deep breath to control the raging lust and desire that were building inside him. Then he muttered, "What the...?!!" as he felt himself propelled forward by something nudging at his ass. He twisted around to see Ares with his snout at his backside. "Yer getin' just a little too personal there, lad!!" he exclaimed with a growl.

The stallion backed up a couple of steps, uttering a low, quiet whinny and then what sounded like a snort of disgust... as if saying he was acting like wimpy bastard. Ares lifted his head higher, peering at Caitlin over his shoulder and whinnied again, sounding as if he was ready to give her a good "ride!"

Jordan stomped over to the big animal, grabbed a handful of mane and eyed him jealously. "Now look here, you lusty stud!!! Ya leave the lasses ta mi! Ah've made sure you've had as many fillies as you could handle... so you'll damn well leave the lasses ta mi!!! Now go an' min' d'yer own damn business!" he exclaimed as he shoved the big black horse back toward the empty stall.

He turned around in surprise when he heard Caitlin laughing. He had thought her beautiful before, but now she was the most stunning sight he'd ever seen! Her face radiated happiness and mirth... her whole body was shaking from the joyful peals of her laughter. He almost wanted to laugh with her, but at the moment, his cock wasn't letting him think about anything but getting inside her...

Caitlin's startled gasp was stifled when Jordan grabbed her face and dove down to take her mouth with his. She moaned hotly as his tongue took advantage of the fact that her mouth was already wide open. The next moment, they were both groaning as the kiss deepened.

Caitlin moaned even louder when Jordan's hands left her face to wrap his arms around her naked body when she slid her arms over his shoulders. She squirmed against his crotch when she felt the hard tip of his cock poking against her lower abdomen. Her head flopped back as she breathed, "Ahhh, Jordan... do na make me beg for it..."


One Night in Kilmeaden



Don't make HER beg?!! He was praising the heavens that she wasn't making HIM beg!!! The next thing he knew her hands were squeezing between them to grasp his tunic trying to lift it. He loosened his hold on her enough so that there was room. Jordan growled as the slightly rough material dragged over his aching shaft until it was free.

Then he hissed through his teeth when he felt her warm hand wrap around his hardness... he was afraid his cock would explode in her hand as hard as he was throbbing for her! "Go easy, lass... Ah've no' been with a woman fer a while an' ah'm feelin' a tiny bit outa control at the moment. Ah would na wanta disappoint ya..." he moaned softly.

Caitlin stood on tiptoe and slid her right leg up against his hip as she rubbed the head of his cock against her wet flesh. She whispered, "You canna disappoint mi Jordan... let mi prove tha' to ya." She stared into his eyes as she indicated from her actions that she wanted him to lift her up and let her slide onto his shaft...

Jordan groaned deeply as he slid his hands down to her shapely ass, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around him and smoothly took his cock inside her hot, wet cunt. He exhaled raggedly at the exquisite sensation of her silky flesh wrapped all around his throbbing shaft. Then he was surprised as hell when he felt her flesh tighten even further on his, pulsing rhythmically as she arched against him, moaning and writhing from a sudden climax!

Holy hell... she was coming just from taking his cock inside her?!! "God in heaven... yer a lusty little lass, aren' t'ya, darlin'?!!" he growled hotly as he helped her move while thrusting his hips slightly.

She stiffened and held still as she stared into his eyes. "God has nuthin' ta do with what's happenin' between us, Jordan... Ah'm not even sure there es a god. Ah adhere ta the laws of nature an' common decency toward animals and humans, but ah am no' what you'd call religious. Ah turned mah back on so-called 'religion' when mah mother was raped an' killed on her weddin' night to mah stepfather by an English noble who claimed the old right o' 'first night!' Ah swore then that ah would trust no one but miself an' any man who could ignite a passion sooch es this inside me! An' yer the first man ah've met ta have ignited et..." she whispered desperately.

Jordan had frowned sadly as she'd explained her agnostic view of God and religion, but he could almost understand it... she'd not had a very happy life from the sound of it. Both of her real parents were gone and her mother under very tragic circumstances. And she was honest with him about her views even though she didn't have to be, so she obviously wasn't lying about trusting him... nor was she lying about her desire for him from the way her soulful eyes were pleading with him to take her!

He growled hotly again as he kissed her hard and then peered around for somewhere to lay her down so he could take her hard! He spotted the blanket that had been wrapped around her in a heap on the ground a few feet away and a pile of fresh hay in a corner. She whimpered when he lifted her off of him and set her down, but he grabbed her hand as he bent down for the blanket and then dragged her toward the hay.

Caitlin took over, grabbing the blanket from his hands and spreading it on the hay as he lifted his tunic over his head. She turned toward him and smiled sexily as she stared at his cock while sinking down onto the blanket and lying back to spread her thighs for him. Jordan growled again as that sight was even hotter than he'd imagined...

He fell to his knees between her bent, spread legs and groaned when she sighed rapturously as he sank his throbbing cock to the hilt inside her. He paused for a moment staring down at her as he panted raggedly. "By the way, lass... you've na told me yer name, darlin'. To whom do ah owe this pleasurable experience?" he asked sexily as he ground his pelvis against hers.

She took a moment to arch against him as she moaned in pleasure and then replied, "Ah am Caitlin O'Brick of village Kilmeaden, county of Waterford. An' the pleasure es all mine... Sir Jordan, mutt of Eila. Da has always told me ah have a weakness fer strays..." she laughed silkily as he chuckled with her.

Then she could do nothing but moan as he settled on top of her, pressing her into the soft hay as he quickly drove both of them to climax. Jordan could not hold back when she lifted her mouth and planted a soft, nibbling kiss on his neck just above his collarbone... that always drove him crazy!

As they lay in the glow of the fire, basking in the warmth radiating from their bodies, Jordan suddenly became aware of the fact that he hadn't bathed in nearly a week... since just before getting on the boat. He wrinkled his nose slightly, wondering how Caitlin had been able to stand the musky scent that surrounded him.

Then he noticed that the only noise coming from outside was the steady sound of rain pouring down... there hadn't been any loud crashes of thunder for several minutes and the last ones had sounded more like distant rumbles. Jordan lifted his head and kissed Caitlin quickly before lifting his body off of her. When she whimpered softly in protest, he helped her to sit up and then stand and then scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the side door of the stable.

Before she realized what he was up to, Caitlin shrieked when he pushed the door open and walked them outside, naked in the pouring rain! Jordan laughed loudly as he set her down and then moved to stand under an overhang of the roof where rainwater was gushing off the edge like a waterfall. He was rubbing his hands vigorously over his body like he was washing himself.

Caitlin smiled softly when she realized that he'd noticed he was in need of a bath and since she'd been in close contact with him, he figured she needed a rinse as well! She moved next to him and took over washing his crotch and ass, sliding her hands firmly all around and between his legs. Her smile turned sexy when he growled heatedly as she massaged his balls.

When he was thoroughly rinsed, she grinned impishly up at him before placing another lingering nibble on his neck and then trailed her bow-shaped, perfect pixy lips down his torso until she was kneeling in front of him. It looked as though she was bowing in worship to his body... but it was she who deserved to be worshipped!!!

Jordan leaned his head back and let the chilly rainwater cascade down his body, groaning loudly as her hot mouth took his cock. Only once before in his life had another woman been adventurous enough to agree to this rather hedonistic form of pleasure. He had enjoyed it but she'd been nowhere near as skilled as Caitlin seemed to be! In less than a minute she had him hard and throbbing again... and if she wasn't careful, she'd end up with more than just cool rainwater to suck from his cock!!!

He looked down and caressed her cheek softly. "Caitlin, darlin'... Ah canna take much more o' that, lass! Ah do na wanta give ya more than yer wantin', mi lovely lady! So be warned... et won' take much more, darlin'! Damn lassie... yer sweet mouth is talented... ahhh fuck, Caitlin... that feels so goooood, darlin'!!!" he moaned as she sucked every drop of his seed from his pulsing cock while massing his tingling balls.

When she finally released his sated cock and smiled up at him, he grasped her upper arms and hauled her up against him to kiss her deeply, wanting to see if her mouth still tasted of him. Jordan thought it was the most delectable thing he'd ever tasted... his seed lingering in her sweet mouth. But he would be proven wrong...

He lifted her up to wrap her legs around him again as he walked them back inside the stable and over to their bed on the hay. He knelt down and gently placed her on the blanket, pausing to take another taste of his essence in her mouth, moaning at the images evoked of how skillfully she'd pleasured him. He just prayed he'd be able to pleasure her as easily...

Jordan dragged his mouth from hers and trailed it down her neck and shoulder, licking the fresh rainwater from her body as he gradually worked his way to her breasts. His hand was cupping her left breast while flicking his thumb over her firm nipple... she was moaning with pleasure as she arched against him. The writhing of her body grew wilder as his mouth neared her breasts.

Her chest was heaving with excitement when he paused for just a moment to take in the sight of her lovely face so filled with pleasure. Then he moaned as pure desire surged through him when she cried out loudly and grasped his head when his mouth encircled the firm, pink tip of her breast and his tongue swirled the taut nipple.

Jordan couldn't resist moving his right hand down her body to slip a finger inside her and stroke her through her orgasm. He gradually withdrew his hand from between her legs as her climax subsided. When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, he brought his hand up to his face and inhaled the scent of her on his finger and then sucked it into his mouth. "Mmmmm..." he moaned sexily as he stared at her.

Caitlin mocked a look of disappointment. "Is tha' the only way ya plan ta taste mi?" she asked with a pout.

Jordan grinned widely. "Oh no, mi darlin'... tha' t'was merely an appetizer! Ah'm gonna make a meal of ya, lassie! Ah'm gonna lap up as much of yer sweet juices as you wanta give me... until ya beg fer mi cock. Ah know ya asked me no' ta make ya beg, Caitlin... but ah wanta know... ah need ta know... ef ya need me as badly as ah need you..." he whispered hoarsely, suddenly afraid this one night in Kilmeaden would be the only night he'd ever spend with her...

When she started to say something, he put his fingers to her lips. "Shhh... do na say anythin' now... jus' promise mi you'll let mi know when ya canna longer stand no' havin' mi inside ya, darlin'... An' know tha' t'ah'm already achin' ta be there miself! Ya understan', Caitlin?" he asked her softly and smiled faintly when she nodded.

He kissed her breast gently, swiping his tongue over her nipple before beginning his journey down her body to the sweet treasure between her thighs. She hissed slightly and then giggled when he swirled his tongue around her navel and then poked it lightly with his finger. Jordan scooted sideways on the blanket, lifting her right thigh over his shoulder as he positioned his head just above her crotch.

He leaned his head against her thigh, watching as he ran his fingertips through her wet, dark auburn curls and down her parted flesh, marveling at the luscious sight! He glanced up at her in awe.

"Ah, Caitlin..." he breathed raggedly, "you are the most gorgeous creature ah've ever laid eyes on... much less had this privilege ta worship so intimately! You are a goddess, darlin'... an' ah wanta worship ya fer as long as you'll let mi..." he whispered as he leaned his head down and inhaled her scent before placing a lingering kiss on her mound of curls.

Caitlin could only whimper desperately as his words and the intense look in his eyes had her quivering with need to feel his mouth on her. She cried out and dug her fingers into his wet hair as soon as his tongue invaded her. She continued to moan loudly as her hips undulated to the rhythm of his tongue stroking her pulsing flesh, kissing her in the most intimate way possible.

Jordan moaned with her as his cock throbbed, realizing she had climaxed immediately with every new way in which he'd touched her. The moment his cock had entered her that first time... the moment he'd sucked her breast into his mouth... the moment he'd tasted her cunt with his tongue! He was wrong before... her pussy was the most delectable thing he'd ever tasted!

He moved up and gently swiped his tongue over her swollen clit a few times, sending her into another climax. When he sucked softly on it as she was coming down, she screamed and bucked her hips, her orgasm intensifying again! Jordan could hardly believe what a sensual creature she was... but he was glad! He was lapping up every bit of the sweet nectar that was continually coating her throbbing flesh.

After she'd screamed from about her sixth orgasm, Caitlin finally broke down, thrashing her head back and forth as she begged him breathlessly, "Jordan, PLEEEASE!!! Ah need ta feel ya inside mi! Fill mi with yer cock, Jordan, and fuck me... fuck me hard, you lusty stud!!!" she growled desperately.

He wasted no time, scrambling up between her legs and grunting softly as he drove his cock forcefully into her. "Es thes wha' t'ya need, lass?" he growled fiercely, grunting in satisfaction as she moaned, "AYE," loudly. He continued to plow into her hard and deep until she was crying out from another orgasm.

"Ah, god... ah, god... ohh my goooood!!!" she cried as she came forcefully, her body going limp as every bit of her energy was sapped from the force of the climax.

Jordan couldn't help but chuckle. He paused, his hard cock still buried inside her limp body. "Caitlin, mi darlin'... Ah did na' think ya believed en God. So, why were ya cryin' out ta Him just now, hmm?!!" he asked jokingly.

Caitlin snorted a laugh with what little energy she had left and then looked up at him. "Ah was referrin' to you, mi lusty stud... ef ah'm a goddess, then you are my god of lust and desire!"

Jordan frowned slightly... he was vaguely disappointed at that thought. He lifted his left hand to her face and caressed her cheek as he settled over top of her and started to stroke gently inside her. "Es tha' t'all ah can be ta ya, Caitlin... yer god of lust and desire? What about love? Don't ya want someone ta care about ya, darlin'?"

Her huge doe eyes grew sad for a moment. "Tis no' that, Jordan... everyone wants ta be loved. Tis jus... some people are easier ta love than others. Ah'm not so easy... Da's always tellin' me mi temper makes mi impossible ta love sometimes. Ah'm very headstrong... no one well ever make mi agree ta somethin' ah canna accept! That's why ah'm eighteen an' still unmarried... no man has ever ben willin' ta accept me as ah am. Ah do na think ah was mean'ta marry en thes life... mayhaps ah'll get luckier en the nex' t'one..."

A sheen of tears filled her eyes before she squeezed them shut as she swallowed the lump in her throat. She took a deep breath and willed herself under control again... she hated to let anyone see any sign of weakness.

Caitlin had seen firsthand how loving someone so much that you'd give your life for them made a person vulnerable. That's how her mother had ended up dead... because they'd threatened to kill her stepfather if she didn't go willingly with the Englishman on their wedding night. The man had claimed she'd tried to kill him while he was exerting his "right" and he'd just defended himself...

She let her anger at that memory wash away her pain and sense of vulnerability with Jordan. She did not want him to feel sorry for her nor did she want him to know that he was the first man who had ever reacted to her temper with surprise followed by gentle desire. Most men had shrunk from her in fear and weakness, but a few had boiled with rage to the point that they'd raped her to try to teach her a lesson! All that had done was cement Caitlin's distrust in men...

The only man she'd ever been able to count on in her life was her stepfather. He'd sadly asked her to stay with him and take her mother's place to help him run the inn he'd just taken over after her mother was killed. She had been only ten years old at the time, but she'd realized right away that Da needed her... he'd loved her Ma terribly and her death had been an awful blow to him. His mind had never really worked right after that, so she'd basically been running things ever since they'd moved to this inn in Kilmeaden to get away from that horrid English noble...

Jordan stilled his movements and watched her face as she steeled her emotions. She obviously did not want him to see how much pain she felt to believe herself unlovable. Or maybe it wasn't that... maybe it was just the knowledge that she'd not yet met a man who was willing to accept her as she was. That had to be it... she had a strong spirit and she was unwilling to let herself be vulnerable to anyone... much less a man!

Maybe if he could make her see that he was willing to accept her as she was it did not mean she had to be vulnerable to him in any way. Jordan admired strong women who knew their own minds... knew who they were and what they wanted from life and were not afraid to go after it!

Unfortunately, the few women of that type he'd met were also of the mind that they did not want a "gentleman" in their life... they were more interested in rogues and blackguards! Jordan still shook his head when he wondered why some intelligent, strong-willed women felt the need to be completely dominated by a bad man at times...

None of them had taken the time to learn that he could've shown them what a "bad" boy he could be if they'd only asked! Why did women always have to believe that a "gentleman" was incapable of giving them what they needed when it came to sex?!!

Even when he'd tried to change his appearance by growing his hair longer and sporting a beard and mustache, many women had told him that he still looked so young and innocent and that he was entirely too polite!!! Why was he expected to act like a swarthy rogue in order to catch some woman's eye?!! 

He'd shaved the beard and mustache before leaving on the sea voyage knowing he wouldn't be able to get a good washing during the several days journey. And he'd been able to take a blade to his whiskers only once during the trip when the water was calm enough. He'd decided he definitely didn't like the facial hair, but he did like his long, thick mane and how Caitlin's fingers had felt digging into it...

When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he could see that she'd erected her defense barriers again and was ready to continue their session of mutual pleasure. His cock had softened somewhat as he'd witnessed her struggle for emotional control.

Then he saw her eyes deepen with desire as she reached up and pulled the leather strip from his hair and then dragged her fingers through the wet strands, loosing it around his face. An answering surge of desire coiled in his groin, fully engorging his shaft again. She smiled sexily as she tightened her inner muscles around his throbbing cock.

Jordan groaned and leaned down to devour her perfect pixy lips as he resumed thrusting deeply inside her while she continued to drag her hands through his long, thick, wet hair. He wrapped his arms up under her and held her tightly as he fucked her slowly and deeply. Before long, he could feel a tremendous orgasm building...

As it built, he could tell from the way she was writhing that she was close again, too. He dragged his lips from hers across her cheek to her ear and whispered, "Let go, Caitlin... come weth me, darlin'. You've got me wishin' ta feel yer body release weth mine every time! Ah wanta feel et, lass... feel yer flesh pulsin' weth mine!"

He moaned loudly and hissed through his teeth when she gasped and bit his neck as she came hard, triggering an explosive orgasm for him. He growled, "Aye, darlin'... jus like that! Ohhhh, Caitlin... yer body was made jus fer mine!!! We're sooo good together! Don' t'ya know that, sweet darlin'?" he asked earnestly, panting heavily as he lifted his head to stare down at her.

They were both shaking slightly and they started to realize it was probably because neither one of them had eaten anything in hours! Well... at least not anything that was considered nourishing to their bodies! As nourishing as it had been to their souls, feasting on each other's bodies was not the same as eating food! As if in confirmation of that fact, they heard rumbling coming from the vicinity of their stomachs.




One Night in Kilmeaden



Jordan smiled down at her to ease the slight apprehension that had crept into her eyes again. As he lifted up and helped Caitlin to her feet, he stated, "Well... Ah don't know about you, but ah'm starvin' an' ah ded ask the innkeeper ta set some food aside fer me when ah first arrived. Ah'm sure he must be wonderin' what's happened... ah'm surprised he did na come lookin' fer me thinkin' ah might be raidin' his stable!"

Caitlin chuckled as she replied, "Oh, no... Da knew ah was out here an' that ah'd keep mi eye on ya!"

Jordan chuckled as well and added with a twinkle in his eyes, "Ah daresay you've kept more'n an eye on mi, lassie! An' besides... yer the only thin' en this stable that's worth takin'..." he replied sexily as he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Caitlin chuckled again and shook her head as she headed to the back of the stable where she'd left her wet garments earlier having completely forgotten about them until that moment. "Ahhh, drrrat!!!" she exclaimed when she realized almost every piece of clothing was still wet.

The only things not too bad were her under drawers and her linen shift, which were only damp because they'd been mostly covered by her bodice and outer skirt. She pulled the drawers on and threw the damp shift over her head, slipped on her shoes and just carried everything else out with her.

Jordan had pulled out a pair of knee britches and a loose shirt from one of his bags, slipped them on and was donning his boots without stockings. Caitlin eyed the huge piece of soft green and blue plaid material still draped near the fire pit and asked curiously, "Wha' da ya call tha' monstrosity you were clad en when yah arrived?"

Jordan frowned as he looked at her. "Tis called a kilt... 'tis comfortable ta wear an' 'tis becomin' very fashionable en Scotland. Ded you no like the way et looked on mi? Bear en mind that ah was drenched when ya saw mi en et!" he replied defensively.

Caitlin smiled at this perceived affront to his choice of attire. "Ah did no' mean that ah did no' like how ya looked en et... ah only said 'monstrosity' due ta the size o' tha' t'one piece o' cloth! Tis a wonder you kin manage ta dress yerself en et! But ah must admit... ah did like getin' that first glimpse of yer sexy knees en tha' kilt! Which reminds mi... you were no' wearin' any kind o' drawers under yer tunic an' kilt!!! Do ya always just let yer 'jewels' sweng free like that?!!" she asked with a laugh.

Jordan laughed with her as he answered, "Only en warmer weather, lass! Tis nice ta let the 'jewels' sweng free when 'tis warm so they do no' get all hot an' sweaty an' itchy! But when 'tis cold, ah prefer ta have some drawers on underneath... sorry ef tha' disappoints ya!!!" he added when her pixy lips pursed in a mock pout.

He strapped his broadsword at his hip and put his bags over his shoulder. Then he grabbed a large piece of tenting material that he'd found and opened it to cover them as they dashed from the stable to the inn in the moderate rain still coming down. They burst through the main door, laughing together as he paused to hang the large tarp over a wooden rail on the small covered front stoop.

A few of the inn's male patrons were still in the dining area playing chess and talking as they sipped pints of ale. A couple of ladies were sitting by a small fire in the drawing room with their needlework. All of them looked up and almost immediately surmised what must've been going on between the young man and the innkeeper's half-dressed daughter!

Jordan immediately jumped to defend her honor. "Tis no' what yer thenken'!" he exclaimed as he glanced around. He stared at the ladies with their pious expressions. "Aye... we both got caught by this storm an' trapped en the stable until et slacked off. Ar clothes were soaked an' we were chilled. Were we just supposed to stay en them an' catch ar deaths?!! Shame on ya fer wha' t'yer thenken'!!! Ah would no' take advantage of a young lady en tha' t'manner!!!"

Then he swung his murderous gaze toward the men at the dining table. "Ah kin see from the looks on some o' yer faces that Miss O'Brick was lucky ah was the one trapped out there weth 'er! Damn yer lecherous hides for wha' t'yer thenken'! Ef ah see any one o' you attempt ta touch even a hair on her head, ah'll slice yer guts open with mi sword. Es that clear enough?!!" he growled menacingly as he patted the hilt at his left hip.

The ladies had studiously resumed their needlework and the men cleared their throats and went back to whatever they'd been doing when the two had burst through the door. Jordan turned to face Caitlin, who was struggling not to laugh.

He smiled with her and asked politely, "Miss O'Brick... would ya be so kind as ta see ef yer stepfather saved mi some food as ah requested upon mi arrival? Ah'm still weary from mah travels an' ah'd prefer ta take my meal en mah room, ef ya do no' mind?"

Caitlin inclined her head in deference. "T'will be no trouble a'tall, Sir Jordan. Jus give me a few moments ta change ento dry garments an' ah'll bring yer meal straightaway. Follow mi an' ah'll show ya to yer room." She led him to a room that was the most remote one in the inn... reserved especially for patrons who specifically requested privacy for... whatever.

**********

A little while later, Jordan and Caitlin were reclining on the bed in his room, finishing off the last morsels from the platter she had brought for their feast. He was savoring a piece of the crusty brown bread with some creamy spread smeared on it. "Mmmm... ah do na know wha' this creamy stuff es, but tis delicious. Tis pungent yet et mellows as et melts en mi mouth."

Caitlin smiled. "Tis goat cheese. An old woman passin' through several years back traded us a couple of 'er goats ta pay fer a room for a few days an' she ended up stayin' longer an' also taught me how ta make the cheese. Ah found the flavor a little too pungent et first, but then ah discovered ef ah added certain herbs as et aged, et mellowed the flavor and made et taste much better. Ah'm glad you like et," she purred, pleased that he'd noticed her effort.

Jordan swallowed the last bite of the bread and washed it down with some mead and then sank back on the pillows piled behind him at the head of the bed. "Ahhh, lassie... thes has ben the best meal ah've had en weeks! That bread was so tasty weth the cheese... nice an' crusty on the outside but delectably soft inside... jus like you, darlin'," he said gently, staring into her glowing doe eyes.

"Everythin' was delicious... especially that tender roasted bird... you are one mighty fine cook..."

Caitlin lowered her eyelids, slightly embarrassed by his praise and no longer listening to it. He seemed to know her so well and she was having a hard time remembering that he was only a traveler passing through. It had been only a few hours since she'd first seen him and already he had made her feel things she'd never felt before... was making her want things she'd never wanted before... 

She had acquired her domestic skills out of necessity in order to run an inn efficiently. Her Da did most of the hard labor outside, but she ran the inn, the kitchen and the garden with help from only one other hired worker. But their hard work had paid off... the inn was widely known as one of the best places to stay for its cleanliness and good food.

They made more than enough money year round to pay any expenses for things they had to buy that they couldn't produce for themselves. And Caitlin had been setting aside a good amount of gold and silver if they ever got disgusted with being ruled over by an English tyrant and wanted to flee the country. She'd been toying with the idea that if Ireland did succumb to English rule, she and Da could go to the Americas where they could disappear so far into the wilderness that no English noble would ever find them...

Caitlin jerked slightly and her eyes flew upward when she felt a hand on her chin. Jordan was staring at her with a look of concern.

"Where did ye go, lass? Ah was complimenting yer cookin' an' you jus seemed ta dreft away somewhere. Ded ah offend ya somehow? Ah ded na mean ta ef ah ded..." he stated sincerely.

Caitlin smiled slightly and shook her head. "No... you ded no' offend me en any way. My thoughts jus drifted fer a moment... tis all!" she said airily, trying to lighten the mood again. Then she remembered the special treat she had kept concealed.

She rose up from the bed and pushed their meal platter toward him asking politely, "Jordan... would ya mind terribly returnin' thes tray ta the kitchen fer mi... ah suddenly feel the need ta excuse miself for personal reasons... ef ya do no' mind?" she ended sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.

Jordan smiled widely as he stood and picked up the platter. "Anythin' fer you, lassie! Jus be sure to return ta me clean an' sweet, darlin... Ah'm lookin' forward ta havin' ya as mah dessert!" he replied sexily and then pursed his lips at her as he walked out the door.

Caitlin wasted no time, disrobing quickly and pulling out the bowl of strawberries and fresh cream she'd churned earlier that day and kept in the cooling trough behind the kitchen. She'd mentioned to her Da once that she wished the little stream that ran behind the inn was closer so they could use the cold flowing water to keep some things from spoiling too fast.

Not long after that, Da had ingeniously built a little water wheel next to the stream along with a trough system that brought the cold flowing water up under their covered cooking area. Then they were able to keep some meats and their dairy products cooler so they tasted fresh and lasted longer. Caitlin inserted her finger into the cream, tasting it and silently thanked her Da for his ingenuity again...

Then she laid on the bed, spread dollops of cream on the tips of her breasts and on her mound and then placed strawberries on the patches of cream. She was just setting the bowl aside when she heard Jordan coming down the passage, so she bent her legs and spread them wide and cupped her hands under her breasts just as the door was opening...

Jordan stopped dead in his tracks at the sight on his bed. He groaned raggedly and his cock hardened instantly as Caitlin purred at him, "Dessert es served, milord!"

He threw his loose shirt over his head and growled impatiently as he tugged at the lacing of his britches, which were straining from the force of trying to contain his throbbing cock! He groaned in relief when he was finally able to free himself, seeing the amusement on Caitlin's face as she watched him struggling. His cock twitched when he saw her amusement fade to desire as her eyes locked on his stiff member.

Jordan crawled onto the foot of the bed directly up between her legs, noticing that the cream there was melting fast! It was no wonder... her hot cunt could melt a North Atlantic iceberg! He leaned down and took a long, slow lick straight up the middle of her flesh, moaning at how the slight sweetness of the melting cream blended so well with the taste of her own sweet cream...

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." he kept moaning as he licked most of the cream from around the three berries with which she'd adorned her triangle of auburn curls. He ate two of the berries while licking up the rest of the cream, making sure there was plenty of her own cream still coating her pussy.

The last berry he picked up with his teeth and crawled up over her, bending down to place it at her lips and then pushed it into her mouth with his tongue when her pixy lips parted with a gasp as he slid his cock inside her. He watched in fascination as she tried to concentrate on chewing and swallowing the sweet fruit while he was thrusting into her slowly.

Jordan suddenly sat back on his knees pulling her thighs to straddle his as he lifted the lower half of her body onto his lap. That way, he was able to enter her again and continue thrusting while he bent down and ate the strawberries and licked the cream from her nipples and breasts. He continued to suckle her breasts as his thrusts grew harder and deeper.

Caitlin gasped loudly and then cried out as a sudden orgasm swept over her when she felt his teeth softly grazing the tips of her breasts. She didn't think she'd be able to stop coming listening to his animalistic growls as he thrust harder while nipping at her flesh... She moaned loudly, "God's blood, Jordan!!! Jus eat mi alive, you bloody fucking stud!!!"

He took her at her word and continued to kiss, lick and nip all over her neck, shoulders, chest and breasts, growling every time he felt her cunt clench on his shaft as she was wracked by an almost non-stop orgasm. Jordan did not stop until she was begging him, "My god, man... yer killin' mi!!! Would ya jus come already before ya fuckin' kill mi!!!"

Jordan halted momentarily still buried inside her and carefully lifted her upper body until she was sitting up, facing him. He kissed her tenderly and deeply for a moment and then stared into her weary doe eyes. "Ah would no' wanta do thet, lass... kill ya, ah mean. No' even by sooch pleasurable means. Ef ah killed ya, ah would na longer be able ta fuck ya... an' tha' t'would make na sense a t'all!" he teased.

Then he carefully scooted around until he could sit back, leaning on the pillows piled against the headboard with Caitlin straddling him on her knees. He eased her down onto his still rock hard shaft and helped her rotate her hips slowly, just barely moving his cock inside her.

"But ah'm no' ready ta come yet, love... Ah'm perfectly content ta le' t'me cock stay right where tis fer as long as yer hot, wet cunt kin take et! Ah shoulda warned ya, lass... now that ah've had a decent meal an' a rest, ah kin go all night weth sooch a beautiful, sensual woman as you! You drive mi lust an' desire, Caitlin... ah would no' be able ta la' sa long ef ah did na think ya were no' takin' pleasure en wha' t'ah'm doen' to ya! Am ah stell givin' ya pleasure, darlin?" he asked silkily, watching her sexy body writhe as she rode his cock.

Caitlin arched and moaned as the very sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine to add to the throbs between her legs. "Bloody fuckin' hell, Jordan... even yer damn voice es drivin' mi ta the brink along with yer magnificent cock! Ah've never known sooch pleasure could exist!!!" she gasped raggedly.

"Then jus' t'enjoy the ride, sweet Caitlin... use mi body any way ya wanta... ah'm here fer yer pleasure, lass. Ah take more pleasure by gevin' et ta'a woman than jus slammen' mi cock inside her until ah come. Any man who takes hes pleasure thataway es na man a'tall!!! T'only means he doos no' have any real knowledge of how ta use hes tool..."

Caitlin interrupted him exasperatedly. "Bloody hell, Jordan! Ef yer gonna keep talken' en tha' sexy voice, how 'bout putten' et ta better use! Stop talken' 'bout other men an' tell me what YER feelin'... hmm?!!"

She had a point. "Yer righ', lass... you deserve ta know how good yer body feels ta mi. Yer skin feels like velvet under mi hands. Yer lips are so sexy an' full... an' ah can no' forget the sight o' them wrapped around mi cock! Damn it, Caitlin... that's an image ah'll fuckin' carry with me the rest o' mi life!!! That an' yer gorgeous eyes starin' up et mi as ah recall yer perfect body beneath mi!!! DAMN IT TA HELL!!!" he growled loudly as he lost control when she cried out and came forcefully.

He could do nothing but grasp her body and hold on to her as they shook together in the aftermath of their explosive climaxes. Caitlin collapsed against him as their chests heaved together. Their bodies were hot and slick with sweat... and they'd never felt more wonderful... both of them so totally in awe of how perfect they were together...

Caitlin finally managed to summon the energy to sit up and stare into Jordan's burning eyes. She put her fingers to his lips when he muttered, "Caitlin... ah luv..."

"Da no' say et, Jordan!" she breathed. "Ah'm no' ready to hear et! Ah'm no' sayin' ah never wanta hear et... ah'm jus no' ready right now. Ya understand?!!" she pleaded desperately. She lowered her hand when he reluctantly nodded his head. "Righ' now... ah'm jus tired. Ah need ta get some sleep... ah have chores an' ah must get up early. Please... let's jus lay down an' sleep fer awhile. All right?!!"

He helped her move off of him and then scooted down until he was comfortable and Caitlin snuggled against his right side with his arms around her. Her hand was gently stroking his chest as she inhaled the already familiar scent of him. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep...

Jordan stared down at the amazing creature in his arms. His eyes traced every angle of her face while memorizing the feel of her soft dark auburn hair brushing over his shoulder and arm and her warm, curvy body nestled against his. He felt a tightness in his chest as he feared this was a sight he'd never see again...

She hadn't let him say the words. She had to know how he felt but she didn't want to hear the words. Why?!! It didn't make sense to him... she said it wasn't that she "never" wanted to hear it, she just wasn't ready right now...

So what was the difference between her acknowledging that she knew how he felt but not wanting to hear him say the words?!! What possible difference could that make? Yes... she knew he loved her... but did she know that he'd loved her from the moment he'd seen her enraged face as she'd called him an "arrogant Scottish bastard?!!"

Jordan tried not to chuckle as the memory played over and over in his mind. Never had he been confronted by such a bristling beauty full of strength and outrage and passion... it was her passion that had called to him. He'd gotten the feeling that she was testing him somehow... wanting to see if he'd shrink from her or become enraged himself.

He knew he'd passed her test as soon as she'd dropped the blanket... he somehow knew it was the first time she'd ever offered herself to a man. It was obvious from the start that she was no virgin, but when she'd felt his hard cock pressed against her that first time and she'd asked him not to make her beg, he realized there'd been a slight look of fear in her eyes that he hadn't understood...

But now he did... and it made his blood boil to realize she'd been taken against her will! And then she'd confessed that no man had ever been willing to accept her as she was and she'd made that strange statement about not believing she was meant to be married in "this life"... that maybe she'd get luckier in the next one... What the hell was that about?!!

What it all pointed to was the fact that Caitlin was afraid... she'd been wounded and was now scared to trust that what he felt for her was real. Add to that the fact that they'd known each other for less than 12 hours and, yes... he was beginning to see why she needed a little more time...

**********

Jordan woke up when he felt a body stirring beside him. The candle next to the bed was burning low so there was only a soft glow of light in the room. Caitlin had rolled over onto her right side with her ass nestled against his hip. He smiled sleepily and rolled onto his side, snuggling his stirring shaft against her shapely backside.

He frowned when he noticed that instead of her stirring provocatively and welcoming the feel of his hardening cock, she was making noises of protest and trying to scoot away from him. Jordan wrapped his arm around her protectively and whispered in her ear, "Caitlin... wake up, lass. Tis jus me, darlin'... ah won't hurt ya... ah promess."

"Jordan?" she murmured sleepily.

"Aye, love... ah'm here. You were stirrin' nervously when ya felt mi move behind ya. Ah could tell ya are no' comfortable like that. Somethin' es wrong," he stated gently. "An ah think ah know..." he continued quietly, but then paused when he felt her body stiffen.




One Night in Kilmeaden



"Caitlin... you were taken against yer will, weren't ya lass?" he asked gently and got his answer when he felt her body start shaking from silent sobs. He pulled her tightly against him. "Ah'm so sorry fer raisin' bad memories fer ya, darlin'... Ah never want ta do anythin' but make ya feel loved an' protected..."

"No, Jordan!!! Ah tol' ya no' ta say et!!!" she cried. "Ya canna love mi... ah do no' deserve yer love!" she moaned miserably. "Ah kin give ya mi body, but ah canna give ya mi heart or soul... they are no' worthy ta love someone es wonderful es you..." she whispered as her tears slowed. She sniffed and took a deep breath, wiping her eyes as she numbed herself to the pain again.

Then she turned over to face him and reached down to stroke his flaccid cock. Her eyes rounded in surprise. "What's wrong? You were hard an' eager fer mi jus' ta few moments ago... until ya made mi admit tha' t'ah was weak an' let some dirty bastards rape mi from behind!!! See?!! Ah tol' ya ah was no' worthy ta love ya!!! Ah see ya now realize et, too!" she cried angrily as she rolled away from him and off of the bed.

She started looking around for her clothing as she continued, "An' now thet ya know, ya no longer want mi body!!! Ah guess ah canna blame ya... who could wan' ta bloody ravin' mad girl whose fiery temper got her raped by the AGE OF FOURTEEN!!!" she yelled and started to fight back when she felt his arms grab her body and haul her back against him roughly.

"SHUT UP, CAITLIN!!! AH'LL LISTEN TA NO MORE OF YER BLOODY FOOLISH RANTIN'!!!" Jordan roared as he imprisoned her against him. "Ah am sorry fer what was done ta ya, lass... but et was no' yer fault!!! Ah am no' blamin' you fer wha' some sick bastards did ta ya!!! Ah onle feel sick fer the fact tha' t'ah can no' take away the pain of wha' they did ta ya!!! Can ya no' see tha', lass?!!" he asked desperately as her body remained rigid in his arms.

"Caitlin..." he groaned miserably. "Wha' can ah do ta make ya see wha' t'ya mean ta mi, lass?"

"Prove ya still want mi, Jordan... fuck me, man. Take mi body... tis the only part of mi that's worth anythen'..." she stated hollowly.

Jordan squeezed his eyes shut. She was asking for the one thing he was afraid he couldn't do. He loosened his hold and turned her around to face him. Tears gathered in his eyes as he stared into her large soulless orbs.

"Ah canna fuck ya, Caitlin..." he began, pausing when her eyes winced slightly. "But ah well make love ta ya, lass... even though tis no' the only then' yer worth ta me, bu' tis all yer willen' ta take from mi," he said softly as his eyes filled to overflowing.

His tears were Caitlin's undoing. "Ahhh Jordan... ah canna take thes!!! Ah am no' worthy o' causin' ya pain!!!" she cried as she turned away from him. "How can ya love mi when ah can no' love miself?!! Ah am na good fer ya... fer anyone!!! No' en this lifetime... ah jus hope ah well fin' d'ya again en the nex' t'one before ah manage ta muck up et up again..." she muttered through her tears.

Jordan forcefully wiped his tears away. "Jus wha' the hell doos tha' mean, Caitlin?!! Wha' es thes nunsense you keep spouten' about 'thes lifetime' o' the nex' t'one!!! Yer makin' no damn sense, woman!!! Yer makin' no damn sense about anythin'!!! Ya have a man who loves ya standin' righ' en fron' t'of ya, an' yer doin' everythin' en yer power ta push mi away!!! WHY?!! AH WAN' T'YA TA KEEP EXPLAININ' IT UNTIL AH UNDERSTAN'!!!" he yelled angrily.

Caitlin drew in a ragged breath and leaned on the edge of the bed. She sniffed softly and swiped at her cheeks with her hand as she started to speak. "Ah met an old man one day who was chanten' some curious language out en a patch o' woods near where ah grew up. He claimed he was practicen' an ancient ritual handed down through the generations of the men en hes family who were Druid priests. Ah was fascinated by how at ease he seemed and kept askin' 'im questions about the Druids."

She snorted a laugh as she continued, "He kept tellin' mi ta leave hem be... hi' could no' share the ancient secrets weth a girl! But, bein' stubborn as ah am, ah eventually wore 'im down and hi' admitted that hi' had no son to pass hes knowledge to, so hi' shared et weth mi. One o' the thengs the Druids believe en es somethin' they call transmigration."

She looked up at him as she explained. "The Druids belive thet all liven' creatures have a lifeforce... an energy tha' they belive es the soul an' when the body dies, tha' energy doos no' jus fade away... et finds another body about ta enter the world an' bigens another life es someone else o' another creature. Ah do like the thought tha' ah well get another chance ta have a better life," she finished sadly as she looked down again.

Jordan put his fingers on her chin and forced her to look up at him again. "Ef ya really believe en thes... transmigration... then wha' guarantees da ya have tha' any other life would be better then the one ya have now?" he asked softly.

When she frowned in confusion, he continued. "En thes transmigration, da ya have the choice of what body ya get?" She shook her head. "Then, see... there are no guarantees! You could end up worse off than wha' ya have here... en thes life!!! An' you an' ah may never get thes chance again! Ah'm no' willin' ta take tha' chance, Caitlin... ah'm tellin' ya tha' ah wanta be with ya in THIS life! Why would ya throw tha' away an' hope for thes chance en another life?!! Et stell makes no sense ta mi, lass!"

Caitlin didn't like that what he was saying was making sense to her. She'd believed most of her life that she was not worthy of being loved... her temper made her act horribly at times... although it usually only erupted when it was completely justified! Those men had raped her because she'd blown up at them for trying to take liberties with her in the first place...

They'd blamed her... saying she'd enticed them by the way she'd looked at them! Being only fourteen the first time it happened, she'd wondered what she'd done wrong... and when it happened again, she realized it had been because she'd smiled at the man and acted friendly. The last time, when she was sixteen, the bastard had told her it was because she had no right to look the way she did, running an inn and not offering her services to the male patrons as part of the nightly charge!

That was when she'd told her Da that he would have to take over serving the patrons in the dining room at suppertime. She relegated all of her chores to doing things that did not put her in contact with the patrons. She cleaned the rooms after they were gone and prepared the meals, but she had as little to do with them as possible. And it had worked for the past two years... until this night...

Caitlin had been longing to know what it would be like to give herself willingly to a man. She'd felt sick when the last bastard had taken her and she'd found herself getting turned on by what he did to her...

He hadn't been a filthy old man like the previous two... he was a younger, very handsome and virile English nobleman and he'd been stunned when she'd slapped his hand away from her breast and then slapped his face and vehemently ranted at him for treating her like a slut! He'd waited until after all the other patrons had gone to bed and then snuck up on her in the kitchen, knocked her senseless and dragged her outside to a leaning tree by the stream far enough away so no one would hear her screams.

When she'd regained her senses, she found he'd bound her hands and feet around the tree in front of her and cut her clothing away from the back of her body. She'd been horrified to realize he was kneeling behind her, tonguing her... and it had felt good. She couldn't even think of what to say from the strange sensations her body had experienced and she'd had an orgasm... her first and only... until this night.

He'd just sneered and said, "See... you are a little slut! I'm doing this against your will and you're still enjoying it!" Then he'd raped her from behind... her pussy and ass... neither of which she'd enjoyed. As soon as he was done, he'd cut her loose and taken off on his horse, first reminding her that, because he was English nobility, she could not hope to have him charged with a crime... he was above the law. 

Caitlin had sunk to the ground sobbing, wishing that she hadn't been tied to that damn tree so she could've fought the bastard and forced him to kill her... wishing to have suffered her mother's fate! And the bastard's words had rung in her head... she'd enjoyed what he'd done, even against her will... maybe she was a slut. She didn't deserve to be loved...

All she could offer was her body, and she'd been hoping to find a man who turned her on... who would take her and show her what it was like for a man and woman to share pleasure together. Jordan was the first man she'd ever seen that turned her on... he'd looked so trustworthy... like he'd never hurt a woman deliberately. And he'd shown her pleasure that was beyond her wildest dreams...

But now he wanted her love... an emotion she'd been feeling unworthy of either giving or receiving! And he was asking her why she couldn't be with him... why she couldn't accept his love... why she couldn't love him... Why indeed?!!

He was right... what had happened to her was NOT her fault... And maybe he was also right that they were meant to be together in this lifetime... if he could make her forget the horror of her humiliation at the tongue of that English bastard...

Caitlin looked up into Jordan's eyes, fresh tears gathering in hers. "Ah'm thinken' mayba yer right... mayba we do belong tagether en thes life. But ah need ya ta help me red mi soul of one last horrible mem'ry..." she said softly.

Jordan touched her cheek gently. "Anythin', Caitlin... ah'll do anythin' ef et well prove to ya tha' t'wi balong tagether," he replied earnestly.

"Ah want ya ta take mi from behind, Jordan. You were right... each time ah was taken against mi will, they bent mi over somethin' an' rammed mi from behind. Ah hev nightmares sometimes that wake mi up screamin' from the mem'ries. Ah wanta see ef you kin help red mi o' those nightmares... playse," she begged quietly.

Jordan pulled her up and hugged her to him for a moment, kissing the top of her head. "Ah'll do mah best, lass... all ya ned ta remember es thet you kin trust mi. Ah've no' done anythin' against yer will, so ef ya feel uncomf'table, all ya ned ta do es tell mi an' ah'll stop. Ya understan', darlin?" he asked gently.

She nodded her head, so he moved his hands to her face and lifted it to kiss her tenderly, gradually letting it deepen as he felt her relax. Then he let his hands roam over her body, caressing her softly until she was squirming provocatively against him. 

He lifted his head from kissing her and waited until her doe eyes drifted partially open to see the desire in his. "Turn aroun' now, lass... an' jus trust me," he murmured sexily. When her back was to him, he slid his hand through her long hair and tucked it over her left shoulder. Then he bent his head down and trailed soft, wet nibbling kisses over her neck and right shoulder.

Jordan smiled slightly when he felt a tremor flow through her body. He slid his hands from her upper arms to her breasts and began to cup and caress them softly. Caitlin's body almost immediately began to writhe against him. His semi-erect cock fully hardened when her ass pressed against it trapped between them. She jerked slightly but did not pull away from him.

He continued to trail his lips on her neck and shoulder as his left hand fondled her breasts while his right slid down her abdomen and then lingered on her mound to swirl his fingers in her curls. "Ahhh, Caitlin... ah canna get over how beautiful yer body es, lass! Ah want ya so badly, my love... ah know you kin feel how badly ah want ya, darlin'," he whispered hoarsely next to her ear as he rubbed his hard cock against her soft, shapely ass.

"Aaaaaye," she sighed as her head pressed back against his left shoulder.

Jordan groaned when he slid his hand between her thighs. "God's blood, woman... yer so hot an' wet!!! But that's because you want mi, too... is tha' no' right, mi love?" he asked huskily as his fingers circled her clit softly.

"Aaaaaaaye... tis trrue!!!" she moaned as her hips undulated with the stroking of his fingers.

He backed his hips away from her slightly and used his left hand to ease his cock between her thighs as he sucked lightly on her neck and continued to circle her swollen clit with his fingers. Then he pumped his hips back and forth a little, stroking his shaft against her, feeling her soft hair tickling his hard flesh.

When her thighs spread a little wider, Jordan nipped her ear lobe and whispered, "When yer ready ta feel mi cock inside ya, lass... jus lean onto the bed an' ah promise ta be gentle."

Caitlin turned her head and stared up at him... there was nothing but desire in their eyes. She reached her right hand up and grasped Jordan's neck, pulling him down for a hot, deep kiss. When he groaned and squeezed her left nipple and snaked a finger up into her cunt as he ground his pelvis against her ass, she broke the kiss and muttered, "Ah'm ready, my love... take mi now!" as she bent forward over the bed.

Jordan quickly positioned his cock at her entrance and restrained himself from slamming inside her. Instead, he leaned down over her back with his forearms on either side of her, moved her hair to one side and kissed her back as he slowly slid into her. "Ahhh God, Caitlin... how ah've missed bein' inside ya, lass!!!" he moaned as he ground his cock inside her.

"Ohhh Jordan... ah canna believe how good thes feels!!!" she breathed as she moved her hips with his.

He put his right hand at her hip and urged her to scoot back from the edge of the bed, and then lifted her thigh and told her to prop her foot on the board that formed the edge of the rope supports. Then he slid his hand around to rub his fingers on her clit again as he continued to thrust into her slowly. "An' how doos et feel now, darlin?" he murmured huskily as he kissed and nipped at her shoulder blade.

"Aaaah fuckin' hell, Jordan! Ah'm already 'bout ta come!!!" she cried, and then buried her face into the bedclothes as she wailed loudly.

He continued stroking her to the rhythm of her pulsing flesh until he felt it slowing. Then he whispered next to her ear again, "Caitlin... da ya trust mi enough ta let mi take ya hard, lass? Ah'll only do et ef yer ready, darlin'... ah do no' wanta scare ya ef yer no' ready, but ah'm dyin' ta pound yer sweet flesh, woman! Ah was no' completely honest earlier when ah said ah did no' like ta take mi pleasure with a woman thataway. What ah shoulda said was ah did no' NEED ta always take mi pleasure thataway... but... sometimes mi lust an' desire git the better o' mi an' ah feel the need ta jus fuck like a rutting beast!!! Ah hope ah'm no' scarin' ya, love!" he said gently as he kissed her shoulder.

Caitlin lifted up slightly and twisted her head around to stare into his blazing eyes. A wave of pure excitement washed through her at his hot gaze and an answering fire roared to life in her heavy-lidded doe eyes.

She growled heatedly, "Then fuck mi hard, you lusty stud! An' don' t'ya dare hold anythin' back on mi! Show mi how badly ya need me, Jordan!!! RAM ME WITH YER GLORIOUS COCK UNTIL YA FILL MI WITH YER SEED!!!" she grated loudly as he straightened up and began pounding her furiously.

Jordan's mind was a blank as he grasped her hips and just started slamming into her for all he was worth. He was barely aware that she had buried her face into the bedding again and was screaming at the top of her lungs... not from fear or pain but from a massive orgasm!!!

His teeth gritted as he felt her cunt convulse on his cock, clenching him tighter than he'd ever felt before and then he roared loudly as his cock exploded inside her. He buried himself to the hilt, his head flopping backward and groaning as he pumped his seed inside her. That's when an important thought finally struck his brain...

He bent forward over her back again, feeling the heat radiating from both of their bodies as they breathed raggedly. "Caitlin... we've neither one of us mentioned the fact tha' you may already be carryin' my babe inside ya. Ya hafta understan', lass... even ef ya stell try ta back away from mi, ah'll no' back away from mah child. So you'd better get used ta the idea of havin' mi aroun' ef ah've given ya a babe."

She sighed heavily. "Oh Jordan... ah know you'd never abandon yer child. But ah don' think we hafta worry about that. Another one o' the thengs the old Druid priest taught mi was the ways of nature an' human reproduction. He taught mi the way ancient women had learned ta pay attention ta their monthly cycles an' how ta know when they could or could no' get pregnant. Ah would never trap a man by gettin' hem ta impregnate mi. Thes es no' a fertile time for mi," she said softly.

Though now ah wish e' t'were... she thought to herself. 

Jordan cleared the lump in his throat that had sprung up from his unexpected disappointment that she'd taken away his chance to entrap her. But there was always the chance that she might not know her body as well as she thought and she could still very well end up with his child inside her... He let that thought keep his hope alive...

They wearily climbed back onto the bed and Caitlin snuggled her back against the front of Jordan's body. He wrapped his arms around her and struggled to breathe evenly through the tightness in his chest. He was determined never to let her go... but he also knew he couldn't force her to let him into her life. All he could do was try to prove to her how much he loved her and hope she would accept it and love him back...

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When Jordan woke up, early morning sunlight was streaming through the slats of the shutters covering the one small window in his room. He suddenly sat up and looked all around, but Caitlin was nowhere to be seen. He slid off the bed, went to the window, lifted it and pushed the shutters open to let in more light, wincing as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine.

He glanced out the window across the way toward the stable and saw Caitlin coming out with his kilt bundled in her arms. She was dressed like a domestic in sensible work attire with a piece of cloth secured around her long hair... and still she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Jordan closed his eyes and growled softly, willing his groin to stop tingling.

He'd had more sex in the previous twelve hours than he'd had in the last twelve months! But what he and Caitlin had shared was more than just sex... he'd never experienced such pleasure with any other woman. He'd always done his best to make sure he'd given pleasure to the women who'd deigned to lay with him... but none of them had ever desired him the way Caitlin did!

Jordan did not want to give that up... to give her up... he had to make her see they were made for each other. They were meant to be together... in this life... in the next life... for all eternity. His life would seem meaningless without her... she felt like the missing part of his soul that he'd searched all over Europe for.

Jordan's mother and father and his sisters loved him, but his mother's family had never really accepted him or his father. They were not true Scotsmen... his father was a Welsh-Irish half-breed and Jordan was only a third Scottish. It was his mother's family that had taken to calling him a "mutt."

He'd grown up feeling like he didn't belong anywhere... his parents' house was the only place he felt welcome. Everywhere else he went on Islay, everyone made jokes and laughed behind his back... the nickname "Mutt" started to hound him everywhere he went. He'd tried to laugh it off and make everyone think he didn't give a damn what they thought about him, but it still hurt.




One Night in Kilmeaden



As a boy, he'd had to learn to fight in order to fend off the bullies who'd dogged him whenever he tried to join in the games with other children in the village. He'd never started fights, but he'd had to finish a few... until word got around that he was a mutt who fought like a mongrel! The other kids left him alone after that... completely alone.

Jordan's parents had felt horrible and they'd arranged by the time he was twelve to send him on a journey with a long-time trusted friend. Sir Edmond was a Scottish noble who'd befriended his father when they were teens and was the only reason the MacDonald clan had relented to let one of their women marry a man who was not a Scot. And that was only because Sir Edmond had fallen in love with Jordan's aunt, his mother's sister, and he'd told the MacDonalds that he'd not marry Meghan unless Heather was allowed to marry his good friend Stuart Reece, with whom she was desperately in love.

Aunt Meghan had died when Jordan was only five years old when she went into premature labor with their first child. The baby had not survived, either, and Uncle Edmond had been devastated to lose both his wife and their only child. He'd left Scotland, but had returned a few times over the years just to visit with his good friends.

Jordan had spent the next ten years of his life traveling all over Europe with Uncle Edmond. He was a highly educated and respected man, well received by most of the royal families of Europe. They would spend months at a time in various countries where Jordan was tutored in many subjects and learned several languages.

But even though he could mimic the accents of various languages, he could not break his normal speaking voice of his heavy Scottish burr. He had to concentrate very hard when speaking with some nobles in order to mask the burr. He'd noticed some of them thought most Scots were still highland barbarians just itching to wage clan wars with each other while trying to fight off an outside ruler as well!

Jordan had bedded a few of the finest young noblewomen in Europe... they'd been interested only because they'd caught a hint of his Scottish accent and they'd wanted to see if he would be a "barbarian" in bed! Of course, they hadn't told HIM that until it was over and they were politely asking him to leave... 

He should've learned to ask women first whether they were looking for a soul mate or just a barbaric lover! He'd been under the mistaken impression that a woman didn't usually invite a man into her bed unless she was looking for a life partner... which was what he'd been searching for all over Europe and had not managed to find... 

When Jordan had returned to Islay the previous year, all grown up and conducting himself like an educated "gentleman," people had still looked at him like a "mutt." He'd even adopted wearing a kilt like his mother's kinsmen in order to try and fit in... it hadn't worked, but he'd found the garment comfortable and continued to wear it any way. He spent several months with his family, telling them all about his travels and hoping to see if there was any girl on the isle who would look at him and think that a mutt could be their most loyal companion... but there was no one.

His only companion was Ares, his big black stallion that he'd won in a sword duel with a Spanish nobleman who'd boasted that he could beat a barbaric Scot with one arm tied behind his back! Jordan had laughed to himself... the braggart had no idea that he'd studied dueling with some of the top sword masters in Europe! Not to mention that he'd worked out a lot with his heavy broadsword so the lighter sabers that were standard in a duel were much easier for him to handle and he did not tire as quickly...

He'd disarmed the man within five minutes and rode away on his prize! Ares had taken to him immediately, and Jordan had suspected it was because the animal had witnessed the duel. He had managed to impress the beast and he was also kinder to him than his former master had been... feeding him well, constantly grooming him and letting him have his way with any fillies they encountered!

Then he'd heard the news about the plotting between England and Scotland to take over Ireland once and for all! And that's when he'd decided it would be fun to keep things stirred up... to go to the Emerald Isle and stoke their Irish Catholic tempers to the boiling point so that the Protestant English and Scottish settlers would hopefully have a real fight on their hands!

He knew it was a long shot... the Irish nobles were bound to eventually knuckle under the same way the Scots had! But Ireland was the only country in Europe he hadn't traveled to yet and he figured it was another long shot, but maybe... just maybe... his soul mate had been waiting for him there...

And there she was... smiling at him as she carried his kilt from the stable toward the inn. "Gud mornin', milord!" she called to him as she paused a few feet from his window. "Ah'm jus goin' ta make sure yer kilt es hung en the fresh air for a while so et doos no' smell of smoke! Ef yer hungre, ah'll have a platter sent ta yer room weth sume sweet breads, fruits and cheese. Would ya like tha' milord?"

Jordan leaned out the window and replied quietly, "Onle ef yer the one who well breng et, lass!"

Caitlin smiled and glanced about quickly to make sure no one was around and then went to the open window and kissed him quickly. Her cheeks flushed when she glanced down inside the window and saw he was still naked... and his cock looked like it was stirring!

"Very well, milord..." she purred. Jus gev mi a lettle while an' ah'll bring yer mornin' meal miself. Jus don' get any sille notions en yer head 'bout mi stayin' fer long because ah have work tha' mus' be dun an' ah canno' waste mooch time!" she ended while eyeing his half-hard cock longingly.

Jordan grinned sexily as he felt his cock continuing to harden. "Don' worre lass... ah promess... et well no' take long fer wha' ah wan' ta do weth ya!" he murmured huskily and laughed softly when her cheeks flamed even more as she turned away and hurried toward the other side of the inn.

He was glad he had time to take care of his personal needs... normal bodily functions could be ignored only for so long! Then he busied himself with shaving and washing up using the straight blade, pitcher of water and a basin that had "magically" appeared in his room before he'd awakened. He figured it was Caitlin's way of hinting his whiskers were a bit rough...

**********

An hour later, Jordan was nuzzling his clean-shaven face on Caitlin's neck as he attempted to coax her into his bed again. "Ohhh playse, lass... tha' queck taste of yer bodde was no' enough fer mi!! Ah wan' t'ya every moment yer nair mi! An' ah know ya want mi, too! Why are ya denyin' us wha' wi both want!" he groaned desperately.

Caitlin struggled out of his grasp, her chest heaving from wrestling with her conflicting emotions. "Jordan!" she exclaimed in frustration. "Ah would love nuthin' better then ta crawl back inta tha' bed weth ya! But ah canno' neglect mi chores! Thes enn requires non-stop work en order ta bi run well an' ah am the onle one who can kip thengs runnin' smoothle! No ah am sarre, bu' t'you well have ta understan' tha' ah canno' drop all mi responsibilities jus ta spend es mooch time weth you es ah can untel ya have ta go!"

He asked her quietly, "An' when well tha' bi, Caitlin? When well ah have ta go?" When she frowned in confusion, he continued, "Ah am no' redde ta go ennitime soon, lass. Ah was hopin' ya'd ask mi ta stay fer a while..." he said hopefully.

She backed away from him. "But Jordan... ya tol' mi you had come ta Ireland on a mission... ta warn the nobles wha' t'was comin'! You tol' mi tha' ta try an' earn mi trust! Are ya tellin' mi now tha' t'was a lie... jus ta get mi to willin'ly envite ya inta mi bed?!!" she exclaimed warily.

Jordan was angered that she was throwing his own words back at him. "DAMN ET, CAITLIN! E' T'WAS NO LIE AN' YA KNOW ET!!! Yer jus' usin' tha' t'es en excuse to kip us apart! An' any way, you ded no' envite mi enta yer bed... ah envited ya enta mine! Ah guess ah am the onle male patron who's ever truly gotten hes monies worth fer one night et thes enn en Kilmeaden!!!"

As soon as he saw the pain and anger in her eyes, he realized that last statement had not sounded the way he'd meant it! He'd meant that as a compliment... meaning to say that the fact she'd given herself willingly to him was worth way more than what he'd paid for the room. But that's not what she'd heard...

Her body had stiffened and she squared her shoulders defiantly. "Caitlin, ah ded no' mean tha' how yer thenkin'..." he began, but she cut him off.

"Ah'll thenk ya to let mi' know what time ya plan ta depart, Jordan Reece. Thes room needs ta bi cleaned an' ah canno' du tha' untel after yer gone. Ah'll have the cleanin' woman breng yer kilt en once she's feneshed airin' et. Ah wesh you a safe journey... goodbye sir," she stated firmly and stiffly walked out the door, closing it behind her without looking back.

Jordan sank down on the edge of the bed, cursing himself under his breath for his poor choice of words. He had not intended to hurt her, but he realized she would've found any way she could to back away from him... he'd just given her an easy excuse!

But he was not going to leave things as they were... he was going to promise her that he would leave only if she let him show her once more how good they were together. And then he'd leave her with the knowledge that he'd be back whenever she was ready...

When the cleaning woman had brought his kilt, he'd informed her that he would be leaving as soon as he'd changed his clothes. Jordan donned the kilt as it was more comfortable for traveling, gathered up his bags and headed out to the stable to ready Ares for their departure. He kept looking around for Caitlin but she was keeping out of his sight. How the hell was he going to have his last chance to convince her they belonged together if he couldn't even find her?!!

He sighed heavily as he gave up and led Ares from the stable, mounted him and held him to a slow walk as they followed the dirt path that led out of the village. Jordan kept glancing backward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but he figured she was going to avoid him like the plague until he was out of sight...

**********

Caitlin watched him ride out of the village, seeing the grim look on his face deepen into a sad frown the first time he'd looked back. Then he'd continued to glance back... she'd known he was looking for her but she could not be near him again or her weakness would crumble her last defenses.

She'd wanted to ask him to stay... she'd wanted to tell him she loved him... that he was the only man she had ever loved... would ever love! But her fear at his knowledge that she'd been raped made her believe that would always haunt him... would always taint their relationship and their intimacy. She had never been able to get over those incidents... she'd never been able to let those awful memories go...

Caitlin had gone down to the room they'd shared the previous night to clean it after she'd watched him ride out of sight. She'd collapsed onto the bed and wept as she recalled their night of passion... inhaling the scent of him that still lingered on some of the pillows. After a few minutes, she pulled herself together and stripped the bed to wash the linens, but she took a couple of the pillows that had retained his scent the strongest and put them in her room...

After she'd finished preparing the food for supper that evening, she wandered out to the stable to check and make sure her Da had fulfilled all of his chores, which he had. She spied the pile of hay in the corner with the blanket still spread on it and whimpered when the image of Jordan with his head between her legs instantly invaded her mind, followed immediately by everything else they'd shared together!

She briefly frowned, thinking that she could've sworn the blanket had been put away when she had gone into the stable earlier to get Jordan's kilt... she must've been mistaken. She went to the stable doors to close them for the night and then turned around and headed to exit through the side door.

Caitlin gasped loudly and cowered with fear when the side door suddenly flew open and she could see a tall man silhouetted in the dim light of the doorway. He just stood still for a moment; her eyes looked down quickly and she noticed that the man appeared to be wearing a cape and... a skirt...

She jerked upright and planted her fists on her hips. "JORDAN REECE... YOU ARROGANT SCOTTISH BASTARD!!! YA SCARED THE HELL OUTTA MI! Wha' are ya doin' back here?!! Ah tol' ya ah no' wanta see you any more! Et well never work bitween oos! So, playse... just go!" she pleaded desperately when she realized her initial anger was fast fading into longing.

Jordan could see her defenses waning, so he wasted no time attacking her weakness. He crossed to her quickly and grabbed her, kissing her hard with one hand planted on the back of her head so she could not pull away as she struggled against him. When she finally gave up, he deepened the kiss until she was whimpering and moaning in his arms.

Then he dragged his lips to her ear and issued his promise. "Ah could no' lev wethout seein' ya and holdin' ya once more. An' ah promess ah well go an' leave ya bi ef you well promess mi thes... thet you well say you love mi as ah make love ta ya, lass. Ef ah've ben wrong, ah'll know et an' ef ah'm right, ah'll have made ya admet the truth. An' after thet, ef ya stell wan' t'mi ta go... ah well. Those are mi terms, darlin'... ah'll no' lev untel then," he stated firmly as he pulled back to see her reaction. 

But he couldn't see her face in the dim light. He dragged her with him toward the smithy fire pit, tossed a few pieces of wood into it and grabbed a poker, stirring the faintly glowing embers until the wood flamed. Then he glanced at Caitlin's nervous expression. "So... wha' t'well et bi, lass... ya well hafta put up weth me until ya agree... An' do no' thenk ya can fool mi... ah'll know the truth from the look en yer eyes. Yer eyes canno' lie ta mi, Caitlin!"

She knew he'd already seen the truth in her eyes... he just needed to hear the words from her lips. But if that was what it would take to get him to give her up, then she'd do it... she'd have one more beautiful memory of him to treasure for the rest of her life... something to recall every time one of those awful nightmares came back to haunt her...

Jordan led her over next to their blanket on the hay and watched her as he loosened the laces on the front of her bodice. She just kept staring up at him... her feelings for him already causing her huge doe eyes to mist with tears. When her bodice was loose, he lifted her arms and slid it over her head and off of her. He quickly found the ties at the back of her skirt that kept it cinched around her waist and undid them, letting her outer skirt drop to the ground.

She was wearing a loose gauzy blouse that was draping off of her shoulders and a linen petticoat tied about her waist, so he loosened the ties and it joined the skirt at her feet. His eyebrows lifted when he was surprised to discover that she was not wearing any under drawers...

Caitlin blushed and looked away for a moment before she explained. "Ah have onle two pairs of drawers. The ones thet were soiled from ar exploits last night an' the ones ah had on earlier taday when ah brought ya yer mornin' meal... an' ah don' know where they got ta! Ah forgot ta put 'em back on afore ah stormed out an' ah could no' find 'em when ah was cleanen' up the room later..."

Jordan chuckled. He wasn't about to confess that he'd stolen her drawers... but her scent was strong on them and he'd wanted something to remind him of her erotically sweet smell...

He removed her gauzy blouse by pushing it down her arms until it slipped over the tips of her breasts and gathered at her waist. He waited as she freed her arms from the short sleeves and then tugged it down around her hips until it joined her other garments at her feet. She was gloriously naked in front of him again! He swung her up in his arms and then knelt to place her on the blanket.

He stayed kneeling as he unlaced his leather boots and then stood and pulled them and his stockings off. Then he started to remove his kilt. Caitlin glanced toward his crotch and smirked when she looked back up at him, noticing the tent that was starting to form as his cock hardened under the layers of material. Even before he was able to remove the first heavy layer from around his hips, his cock had made quite a noticeable tent!

Jordan growled at the look in her eyes. He was so hard that he would swear he could've drilled a hole through a chastity belt... if he'd had to in order to get to Caitlin! He thanked God he wouldn't have to try to prove that...

Caitlin leaned back on her elbows and watched him trying to untangle himself from that monstrous piece of material. She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees, giving him tantalizing glimpses between her thighs... She couldn't keep from smiling as she noticed he was fumbling with the material more and more as his actions grew frantic to free himself!

"AAAARRRRHHHHGGG... DAMN IT TA HELL!!!" Jordan roared as he ripped at the material still encasing his hips, then dropped every bit of it still tangled in his hands and stepped out of it as he threw his tunic over his head. Then he stood right in front of Caitlin, clenching his fists as he fought the desire to just dive on top of her and fuck her until she screamed!!!

Dear Lord... he suddenly realized he wouldn't even last long enough to hear her say she loved him as she took him inside her! What the hell was he going to do?!! It had been only about eight hours since the last time he'd taken her body and already he was desperate for her...

Caitlin saw Jordan's plight... he was having control issues. She sighed pitifully and then moved onto her knees in front of him, shaking her head. When he stepped back to stop her, she reached out and grabbed his cock and tugged him back in front of her again. "Jordan... do no' fight mi on thes or ah well no' agri ta yer terms... Ya understand?!!" she stated firmly.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he nodded his head. Then he exhaled raggedly as Caitlin wrapped her perfect pixy lips around his throbbing cock and stroked him lovingly with her tongue and hands. In less than a minute he was growling loudly as he grasped her head and tried not to choke her as he exploded forcefully into her mouth.

As soon as he was able to bring his heavy panting under control, he looked down at her as she released his softening cock, planted her lips at the base of his shaft and kissed his groin while her hands caressed his ass. He stroked the backs of his fingers on her cheek until she looked up at him. "Ya ded no' have ta do tha', lass. Why ded ya?" he asked softly.

"Becus ah love ya, Jordan," she stated simply.

"No, Caitlin!!! Ah ded no' wan' t'ya ta say et untel ah was makin' love ta ya, lass!!!" he exclaimed as he pulled her up to face him. "Now you've ruined mi plan!!! How am ah supposed ta know now ef yer tellin' mi the truth!" he ranted as he shook her slightly.

She railed back at him, "DAMN ET, JORDAN... YA ALREADY KNOW THE TRUTH!!! YA JUS WANTED TA FORCE MI TA ADMET ET!!! So... ah've admetted et!!! An' ah'm tellin' ya right now tha' no matter how wonderful whatever else wi share thes night may bi... ah well no' ask ya ta stay!!! So... you dicide ef you'll stell bi able to kip tha' promess ya made ta mi..." she stated solemnly as she stared at him defiantly.

Jordan could see she was serious... no matter how much she loved him and he loved her, she would not ask him to stay. He sighed heavily and almost gave up in defeat... until he caught a slight glimmer of what looked like relief in her eyes. She was hoping he'd give up... she didn't want to admit that he was wearing down her defenses!