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don’t know what to do,” he confessed quietly, staring
at Graeme’s throat. He finally raised his eyes to meet Graeme’s,
and Graeme nearly lost his balance at the naked lust he saw there.
“With Avril,” Conall went on, “I’d just kiss her, and undress her,
and lay her down and fuck her. Is that what you did?”
    Graeme shook his head. “I
haven’t,” he told Conall in a rough whisper. “I want to, but I
haven’t. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
    “ You won’t
hurt me,” Conall told him, leaning in and pressing his lips to the
front of Graeme’s throat. Graeme swallowed, standing there stiffly.
“I want you to fuck her,” Conall told him, his lips moving against
his throat. “I want you to fuck her and tell me about it. And
someday soon, I want to watch you fuck her.” A groan escaped Graeme
at Conall’s words. Conall pulled back and looked up at him again.
“I know,” he whispered. “It would be so good, the three of
us.”
    “ What has
gotten into you?” Graeme asked in desperation. He grabbed Conall’s
arms and held on tight. He knew he needed to push him away, but he
couldn’t, not after wanting this for so long.
    “ I thought I
was wrong in the head to want what I want,” Conall told him. “But I
know I’m not, now. I know you want the same things. Tell me you
want me, Graeme. Do it, tell me now.”
    Graeme could not look
away from those beloved blue eyes, eyes filled with a desire Graeme
had dreamed of but never hoped for. “Aye,” he whispered. “You know
I do.”
    Conall grinned
triumphantly. “We can’t, not now, not during the day. But tonight,
after you leave Avril, I’ll come to you.” Conall slowly stepped
away, his hand lingering on Graeme’s shoulder until he was too far
away to maintain the contact. “I want you to fuck her tonight,
Graeme, before you come to me.”
    Graeme nodded,
speechless, and with one last look, Conall slipped out of his
tent.
     
     
    Graeme sat in front of
the fire outside her hut as Avril fed the last of the men who’d
come round. There were about ten to fifteen who came now. They
brought her their provisions, and she cooked for them. Graeme had
told her that the French had women who served with the army who did
the same job, but they wore a uniform and were paid by the army.
The Frenchmen all ate together, instead of getting individual
rations and being expected to cook for themselves, as the British
were. Avril thought it sounded like a good idea. She knew many of
the younger ones here weren’t eating enough and were coming down
sick because of it.
    Graeme seemed different
tonight. He watched her with an intensity that had her tripping a
time or two and blushing nonstop. People were going to think they
were fucking, when they weren’t. She felt like the worst sort of
whore because even though she still loved Conall, she wanted Graeme
in her bed. She’d dreamed of what a fine fuck a man like him would
be. Her desires were getting the better of her. She was never one
who could go long without, and with Graeme coming around all the
time again, he had her all wound up. But he’d told her it wouldn’t
happen between them because of Conall. Because she still loved him,
and he cared for and respected both of them. There were times, like
tonight, she wished he wasn’t such an honorable man. Just like
Conall and his damn honor that had torn him from her bed. She
hastily turned away from Graeme’s stare before he caught sight of
the tears in her eyes.
    A short time later, Avril
gathered the dirty dishes from around the fire as Graeme put the
fire out. He helped her bring the dishes inside and then stayed to
help her clean them. They acted like an old married couple. She
sniffed back tears again as she dried her hands on her apron. She
wasn’t going to get to be an old married couple with either Graeme
or Conall, she knew that. She really ought to be looking among the
soldiers for a man, but she couldn’t, not after having men