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his back and risk a stretch. He wiggled the toes of his mangled leg. So far, so good.
Slowly, he pressed his hand into the mattress and turned his hips, bending his arm to support his head. He had kept his body fit, ready for battle, and this weakness irked him. He managed to grasp the linens with his free hand, cursing as they threatened to slip from his body. He narrowed his good eye, making sure Carys still slept and had not seen his momentary nakedness.
His heart hammered in his chest. Rhoni de Montbryce slept in the chair by his bed, her head thrown back, her long neck exposed to his view. Her full lips were slightly open. He pressed the errant linens to his rock hard arousal. Her long eyelashes fluttered at the sound of his groan. She came awake slowly, licking her lips, stretching her arms above her head, arching her back.
Ronan’s gaze fixed on her glorious breasts, the rigid nipples straining at the fabric of her rumpled gown. His mouth fell open. He had forgotten how to breathe. He wanted to lave his tongue over the taut buds and suck them into his mouth until she screamed out her pleasure. Were they pink? How would she taste?
He had suckled Mary, but knew she tolerated it for his sake. Would Rhoni enjoy having her tits sucked? Dia , he thirsted to find out.
She opened her eyes and instantly grabbed the arms of the chair, swallowing hard, her face red.
Conall coughed.
Ronan swivelled his head. He had not noticed the lad standing on his blind side. Rhoni looked up sharply at the naked boy, leapt to her feet and ran out of the chamber, her hands clasped to her mouth.
Conall snickered. “Good riddance, I’d say.”
“Aye,” Ronan whispered, inhaling the faint vestiges of Rhoni’s perfume. “Good riddance.”
Conall strutted back to his pallet. “As da used to say, ‘Never trust a Norman’.”
Ronan clenched his jaw, doubting Conall’s father had ever said any such thing. “You do not need to be reminding me of my first duty.”
Conall chuckled faintly, pointing to his manpart. “That one’s never seen a man’s cock afore this.”
Ronan scowled at him. “She hasn’t seen one yet. Better remember your place, boy, and watch your mouth.”
Conall hunched his shoulders, and slunk off to retrieve his clothes. Ronan sat up and folded one arm around his bent knees, poking a finger into the top of his cast in a futile attempt to assuage the infernal itching. He was thankful that the sudden appearance of his servant had put paid to his erection. But he had hurt the boy to whom he owed his life in defense of a woman who meant nothing to him.
Gingerly he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress with both hands, his legs dangling. When the light headedness left him, he summoned Conall. “I’ve a plan in mind, Conall, which I’ll share with you. Prince Rhodri has told me of Lady Rhoni’s father. He is a powerful Norman Earl—”
Conall spat.
Ronan took hold of the boy’s shoulders. “You must learn to hide your emotions, Conall. An alliance with a Norman Earl may be to our advantage. I sense Lady Rhoni is drawn to me for some reason—”
Conall snorted.
Ronan dug his fingers into the boy’s flesh and shook him. “Again, you betray yourself. Be more circumspect. Let us hide our disdain for Normans and see if there is aught to be gained from courting the lady.”
Conall looked at him. “You would woo her? To court her father?”
“Aye,” Ronan replied, hoping the lie was not written on his face. “What other reason would I have for pursuing her?”
Conall grinned.
Ronan punched him in the shoulder. “Now, find me some clothing and help me dress. Fetch those cursed crutches. I must seek out Prince Rhodri.”
Rhoni sobbed into the bolster of her bed, striking it over and over with her fist, cursing her stupidity. She had made a complete fool of herself over Ronan. She had seen it in Conall’s eyes and the arrogant stance of his naked body. How dare he? She was the
Slowly, he pressed his hand into the mattress and turned his hips, bending his arm to support his head. He had kept his body fit, ready for battle, and this weakness irked him. He managed to grasp the linens with his free hand, cursing as they threatened to slip from his body. He narrowed his good eye, making sure Carys still slept and had not seen his momentary nakedness.
His heart hammered in his chest. Rhoni de Montbryce slept in the chair by his bed, her head thrown back, her long neck exposed to his view. Her full lips were slightly open. He pressed the errant linens to his rock hard arousal. Her long eyelashes fluttered at the sound of his groan. She came awake slowly, licking her lips, stretching her arms above her head, arching her back.
Ronan’s gaze fixed on her glorious breasts, the rigid nipples straining at the fabric of her rumpled gown. His mouth fell open. He had forgotten how to breathe. He wanted to lave his tongue over the taut buds and suck them into his mouth until she screamed out her pleasure. Were they pink? How would she taste?
He had suckled Mary, but knew she tolerated it for his sake. Would Rhoni enjoy having her tits sucked? Dia , he thirsted to find out.
She opened her eyes and instantly grabbed the arms of the chair, swallowing hard, her face red.
Conall coughed.
Ronan swivelled his head. He had not noticed the lad standing on his blind side. Rhoni looked up sharply at the naked boy, leapt to her feet and ran out of the chamber, her hands clasped to her mouth.
Conall snickered. “Good riddance, I’d say.”
“Aye,” Ronan whispered, inhaling the faint vestiges of Rhoni’s perfume. “Good riddance.”
Conall strutted back to his pallet. “As da used to say, ‘Never trust a Norman’.”
Ronan clenched his jaw, doubting Conall’s father had ever said any such thing. “You do not need to be reminding me of my first duty.”
Conall chuckled faintly, pointing to his manpart. “That one’s never seen a man’s cock afore this.”
Ronan scowled at him. “She hasn’t seen one yet. Better remember your place, boy, and watch your mouth.”
Conall hunched his shoulders, and slunk off to retrieve his clothes. Ronan sat up and folded one arm around his bent knees, poking a finger into the top of his cast in a futile attempt to assuage the infernal itching. He was thankful that the sudden appearance of his servant had put paid to his erection. But he had hurt the boy to whom he owed his life in defense of a woman who meant nothing to him.
Gingerly he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress with both hands, his legs dangling. When the light headedness left him, he summoned Conall. “I’ve a plan in mind, Conall, which I’ll share with you. Prince Rhodri has told me of Lady Rhoni’s father. He is a powerful Norman Earl—”
Conall spat.
Ronan took hold of the boy’s shoulders. “You must learn to hide your emotions, Conall. An alliance with a Norman Earl may be to our advantage. I sense Lady Rhoni is drawn to me for some reason—”
Conall snorted.
Ronan dug his fingers into the boy’s flesh and shook him. “Again, you betray yourself. Be more circumspect. Let us hide our disdain for Normans and see if there is aught to be gained from courting the lady.”
Conall looked at him. “You would woo her? To court her father?”
“Aye,” Ronan replied, hoping the lie was not written on his face. “What other reason would I have for pursuing her?”
Conall grinned.
Ronan punched him in the shoulder. “Now, find me some clothing and help me dress. Fetch those cursed crutches. I must seek out Prince Rhodri.”
Rhoni sobbed into the bolster of her bed, striking it over and over with her fist, cursing her stupidity. She had made a complete fool of herself over Ronan. She had seen it in Conall’s eyes and the arrogant stance of his naked body. How dare he? She was the
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