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“ ’Tis his duty to remain outside my chamber in case I have need of anything. I knew he wouldn’t be far. ”
“Was this merely a test?” Gannon grumbled.
“Nay, I require water and didn’t want Keeley to have to fetch it herself. She’s tired and has galloped up the stairs more than enough already. ”
“I’ll return in a moment,” Gannon said as he withdrew.
“Think you that you can down some of the broth now? If you’re finished bellowing at your men?”
Alaric grinned at the sour note in her voice. “I might have need of you to help me. I’m feeling rather weak. ”
Keeley rolled her eyes, but she turned into him, balancing the trencher in her palm as she guided it to his mouth. “Sip at it,” she directed. “Not too fast. Let it settle in your stomach before you take more. ”
Alaric sucked some of the liquid into his mouth and savored the soothing warmth as it slipped down his throat. More than the comfort of the broth, Keeley’s tender regard brushed over his senses and soothed the incessant ache at his side.
Her knuckles grazed his lips as she maneuvered to get closer to him. She knelt up and leaned over, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. The delectable mounds peeked above the neckline of her smock, and his gaze was riveted. He held his breath, waiting to see if the dress would move lower.
He could fair taste her already, and it was all he could do not to lean in and nuzzle the sweet, soft flesh.
She palmed his chin and lifted until his gaze met hers again. Brown. Rich brown pools with tiny flecks of gold and green. Thick lashes fringed her eyes, making them larger and more exotic looking.
“Drink,” she directed.
He allowed her complete control. Whatever she dictated, he obeyed. She stroked his cheek as she tilted the trencher to allow him more of the broth. With each brush of her flesh against his, his body stirred and tightened uncomfortably. He wouldn’t have thought his cock would possibly react when he was in so much pain, but he strained the limits of his trews. The ache was becoming intolerable and as uncomfortable as the pain in his side.
Before he realized it, he’d drained the trencher of the broth and Keeley slowly pulled it away, and with it her palm.
His protest bubbled on his lips and escaped in a throaty growl.
“Do you want more?” she asked huskily.
“Aye,” he whispered.
“I’ll call for more. ”
“Nay. ”
“Nay?”
“ ’Tis not what I want. ”
Her eyes glowed and she stared at him, her gaze stroking over his face. “What do you want, warrior?”
He reached down and threaded his fingers through hers. He raised her hand and cradled his cheek in her palm. He rubbed back and forth until the pleasure was nearly too much to bear.
“I want you near me. ”
“I’ve already said I won’t leave,” she chided softly.
The door opened again, and Alaric cursed when Keeley all but leapt from his arms. She straightened her skirts and busied herself with putting the trencher and goblet away while Gannon handed Alaric the tin of water.
He drank thirstily, wanting Gannon to be gone as quickly as possible. When he had drained the tin, he thrust it back at Gannon. “Be sure we aren’t disturbed. Keeley must rest. ”
“Me?”
Keeley’s mouth dropped open and her eyes narrowed. “If I’m not mistaken, ’tis you who have suffered serious injury. ”
Alaric nodded. “Aye, and you’ve gone without rest ever since. ”
She closed her mouth and he smiled at the weary set to her eyes. She was fierce with regard to her duties, but she was also exhausted and she wasn’t going to further argue the need for her rest.
Her shoulders sagged and Alaric motioned for Gannon to come closer.
“Have a bath drawn for Keeley,” he murmured to his man. “You can have the tub brought up here and placed in the corner so she has privacy. ”
Gannon raised one eyebrow but didn’t argue. He turned and left the chamber and Alaric settled back onto the bed, content to watch as Keeley puttered around the room doing this and that in a clear effort to avoid him.
When another knock sounded, Keeley frowned but went to answer. Alaric grinned when she backed away, eyes wide at the men who carted the large tub into the room. They were followed by a parade of women, each bearing a steaming bucket of water.
Keeley shot Alaric a frown. “You cannot wet your stitches. ”
“ ’Tis not for me. ”
Keeley’s brows drew together. “Who is it for then?”
“You. ”
Her eyes widened and she glanced between where the water was being emptied into the tub and Alaric, as if she had no idea what to say. When she opened her mouth, he brought his finger to his lips in a motion to silence her.
She marched across the room and perched on the edge of his bed. “Alaric, I can’t bathe in here!”
“I won’t look,” he said innocently.
She glanced longingly at the tub. Steam rose as the last of the water was poured in.
“If you don’t hurry, the water will grow too cool,” he said.
Gannon came in then with a tall wooden barrier that folded in the middle. “I’ve borrowed Mairin’s privacy board,” he said to Keeley.
Alaric shot him a glare, but Gannon made certain not to meet his gaze.
“Privacy board?” Keeley stared at the contraption in puzzlement.
“Aye, she had it built to shield her tub so she could bathe in private,” Gannon explained.
Keeley smiled in delight as it was set up and completely obscured the view of the tub. “It’s perfect!”
Gannon returned her smile and then extended a bundle of clothing toward her. “Mairin sent you a new dress to change into. She said to tell you that on the morrow the ladies will have more to give you. ”
Warmth suffused Keeley’s eyes and cheeks. “Thank Mairin and the other women for me,” she said softly.
Gannon nodded and turned to follow the women out, shutting the door behind him.
Keeley fingered the material of the dress, a wistful expression on her face. Then she glanced up at Alaric. “I’ll hurry. ”
Alaric shook his head. “No need. Take as long as you like. I’m feeling much better after taking sustenance. I’m just going to lie back and get comfortable. ”
He broke into a cold sweat when Keely ducked behind the screen and moments later her dress flew over the top, hanging on the edge.
She was naked behind that piece of wood. He cursed Gannon for his interference because now he was stuck in bed imagining long slender legs, perfect breasts, and curvy hips shielding curls that were likely as dark as her hair.
He closed his eyes when he heard the splash of water. Her sigh of contentment tightened his scrotum and his cock strained relentlessly upward, so hard and erect that he thought he might split his flesh.
He reached down with his left hand, shoving impatiently at his laces. His fingers bumped into his rigid flesh and he circled the base, gripping tight. Up and down he worked, nearly groaning aloud at the wicked tightness.
She made little humming noises, and he closed his eyes as he imagined her picking up one leg at a time and running a washing cloth down the length and back up again.
Jesu. He couldn’t finish this.
The hell he couldn’t. He’d take her leftover bath water. He needed to scrub the blood from his side anyway. She’d done an excellent job of keeping him clean. Even his hair. He remembered every minute of her washing his hair. Never before had a woman tended him in such an intimate manner.
He’d give anything to be able to slip behind her and return the favor. He’d wash every inch of her delectable body and run his fingers through her silken strands.
He exerted firmer pressure around his shaft, rolling the foreskin over the head, pressing and then sliding down again. H
is breaths came rapidly. He closed his eyes and imagined her on her knees in front of him, her lips parted to accept him.
His hands delving into her hair, holding her tight as he guided his cock into the velvet heat of her mouth. Sinking deep. Back and forth, her tongue rubbing erotically over the crown.
Fire gathered in his groin. His sac tightened unbearably and his release boiled like a cauldron low and then rising. Racing up his shaft. Faster and harder he worked his hand. Ignoring the screaming pain in his side, he bowed his back and arched upward, his toes curling as his semen spurted onto his belly.
It was painful in its intensity. The most violent release of his life. Jesu, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. How much more incredible would it be if he was deep in her body or her mouth surrounded him?
The sound of water raining down alerted him to the fact that she was rising from the tub. He moaned and slowly worked the last vestiges of his release from his shaft before finally allowing his cock to fall limply to the side. He pulled his trews back over his groin, wincing as the material brushed over his sensitive flesh.
Keeley peeked her head around the side of the wood barrier. “Are you all right? I thought I heard you. ”
“I’m well,” he croaked. “If you are finished, I’d like to wash as well. I’ll be careful not to wet my stitches. ”
She frowned but didn’t argue. She disappeared behind the wood again and he heard the rustle of material as she finished drying and then dressed. A few minutes later, she reappeared, clad in a fresh dress, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the water. Her long hair lay in a damp trail down her back, resting just above the small of her back.
“While you bathe, I’ll dry my hair by the fire,” she said.
He started to push himself upward but caught his breath and remained still when his side protested.
She rushed forward, reaching for his arm. “Let me help you. Lean into me. Take hold of my waist and let me pull you until you can gain your footing. ”
He needed no invitation to curl his arm around her waist and bury his face in the softness of her belly. He inhaled her clean scent, and the lingering smell of roses tantalized his nose. It was Mairin’s soap, but it had never enticed him as it did now on Keeley’s skin.
“Come now,” she urged in her sweet, husky voice.
He allowed her to pull him forward, but he held her so she didn’t stumble. His weight was far too much for her to bear on her own. When he turned so that his feet grazed the floor, he paused for a moment, gathering his strength to rise.
As soon as he stood, the room swam in circles and his knees threatened to buckle. It took everything he had not to go down in a heap. He also became aware of a most pressing need.
With a grimace he wrapped an arm around Keeley’s shoulders to steady himself.
“I have need of the chamber pot,” he said gruffly. “Perhaps ’twould be best if you stepped from the room a moment. ” He had no desire to horrify her with his personal needs.
Her expression softened and she smiled up at him. “Who do you think has helped you accomplish your needs for the past days, warrior?”
Heat crept up his neck until he was sure he was blushing like a maiden.
“I’ll forget you said that. ”
She laughed and slipped from underneath his arm. “Are you certain you’ll be all right? I’ll just be right outside. If you have need of me just holler. I’ll give you a moment to get into the tub and then I’ll return. ”
Alaric nodded and watched as she walked to the door. Once there, she turned and gifted him with a shy smile that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Then she exited and closed the door behind her.
Feeling like an old, decrepit man, Alaric completed his business and then went about the task of easing into the tub. He found it easier to kneel on one knee instead of sitting all the way down. He never understood the pleasures of a bath. He much preferred a swim in the loch with his brothers. The basin seemed much too small for a man his size and it was awkward as hell to maneuver in.
Still, he managed to wash himself the best he could. When he was satisfied that he’d done an adequate job, he braced his palms on the sides of the tub and pushed upward with a grunt.
“Alaric?”
Keeley’s voice drifted through the wood barrier and he went still, a drying cloth in his hand.
“Aye. ”
“Are you well? Do you need help?”
He was sorely tempted to tell her aye, but he couldn’t bring himself to be that underhanded.
“Look in my chest at the foot of the bed and bring me a clean pair of trews. ”
A moment later she put her hand around the side of the barrier and held out his trews to him.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to get them on?” she asked doubtfully.
“I’ll manage. ”
Several painful minutes later, he trudged around the side of the barrier, sure he was as white as a sheet. She took one look at him and immediately wrapped her arm around his waist, taking care not to touch his wound.
“You should have let me help you,” she chided. “You’re in pain. ”
He eased onto the bed with her help and positioned himself on his back. His strength was flagging, but he held up his hand to her.