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Her Laird, Her Lover

By Sable Grey

Series Scattered: Book 1

Heat Rating 3

Released 2010-08-20

Word Count 14730

Keywords erotika romance, erotika for women, erotic romance, historical medieval, erotic romance, time travel, sable grey, highlander, scottish, laird, lover, scotland

ISBN 978-1-926771-70-0

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When Scottish laird Robert Shelley seeks counsel from a woman rumored to have the gift of knowing, he gets much more than he pays for.

Scottish border lord Robert Shelley doesn’t believe that the blind woman has the gift of knowing, and quickly learns that his suspicions are correct, but what he doesn’t expect is the searing lust she ignites inside him.

Katie Stewart has been swept back into medieval time and has adjusted the best way she knows how...by conning her way into enough coins to survive. She’s content with her life until a big Scotsman walks into her cottage and seizes her heart, making her want more than just his gifts and the occasional romp. Katie wants him...forever.

"’Tis hard for a blind woman to find her clothes in the dark."

She squeaked out a cry as she spun. There stood Robert Shelley, a torch in one hand, her dress in the other. He tilted his head, his gaze lowering down the length of her and then back up again. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but then let them drop to her sides. There was no telling how long he’d been there, watching her. He’d already seen her completely.

"Why are you still here? You rode away hours ago."

"We set up in these woods, deciding a good rest before we travel back to Dunham would strengthen our ride." He moved forward with a lazy step. "Ye will not attempt to cover your lies now?"

"What would be the point?" She held out her hand. "Might I have my dress back?"

"I’m thinking about it." He tossed the dress up so it fell over his arm and then cocked his hand on his hip. "Ye were very convincing. I very nearly believed ye."

Katie reached back and pulled her hair forward, squeezing the water from its length, then allowed it to remain over her shoulder, offering some coverage as it hung just over her breasts. She’d never kept her hair so long before she came to this time. But she found the men appreciated the length.

"You will not get your coin back." She half leaned, half sat on the boulder behind her, its hard, cool surface offering some comfort in the awkward situation she found herself in. "It should take twice the number of men you brought with you to pry it from Magda’s fingers."

"Then should I not receive something of truth for my generosity?" He arched a heavy eyebrow. "Or should I ride into the village and reveal your trickery?"

"What do you want?"

His gaze lowered to her breasts. "Ye are a very petite woman."

"And weak and simple and stupid, my laird," Katie added. Maybe she’d have a romp with the big border lord after all.

He grunted as his gaze rose. "Somehow I do not believe any of those to be true of ye."

"Shall I begin weeping, my laird, to prove it? Would you have me run through the woods so that you might hunt me down and have your way with me?" While he didn’t move closer, she could see her proposition did appeal to him.

"Mayhap you would rather I bite and scratch at you until you wrestle me to the ground?" She walked forward and stopped directly in front of him, but still he didn’t move.

"Is that what you expect from those who come for your counsel?"

She shrugged. "It’s what I know of men."

"Ah, the knowing again," he said sarcastically. "Then tell me, what am I thinking right now?"

"You want to fuck me." Katie grinned when his gaze narrowed. "Of course, it takes no real gift to know that." She reached forward and ran her hand over the front of his trousers to find his cock bulged and pressing out.

"How did ye know my face when you drew it? Ye didn’t once look at me." He reached down and grasped her wrist when she rubbed him, jerking her hand away. "Are ye employed by Edmund Rory?"

Katie rolled her eyes. "You sought me out, sire, not the other way around. You did not strike me as stupid. I’d never heard of either of you until today, when you came to our cottage and your man said his name."

"Then how could ye know why I was there and what I looked like?"

"It’s simple. Rory is not a Scottish name. It must be English. Therefore your troubles most likely involve the border between Scotland and England." She shook her head. "It took no real guesswork."

"And my face?"

Katie released a breath in exasperation. "A girl must keep some secrets. I have not denied our ruse. I have told you I will willingly allow you to fuck me. And I stand before you completely naked with nothing to hide behind. Must you ask for more?"

"How did ye know my face?" he repeated. "Ye will tell me, or I will return to your cottage and beat the crone, take my coin, and tell the villagers of your farce."

Katie gritted her back teeth together. "There is a tiny hole in the wall of the second room of our cottage. I merely looked out before your man knocked on the door, saw you were indeed the leader, and drew you from that glimpse. And now I’ve given you what you’ve asked for and tolerated your threats. Give me back my dress so that I might return to the cottage before Magda begins to worry I have drowned."

His fingers tightened on her wrist, indicating he wasn’t done with her yet. "I believe ye mentioned offering yourself to me."

"No, I said fuck. And now, I think not." She tried to pull away from him, but he held her. "Release me, sire."

"Ye think me one who would do as ye wish just because ye ask it of me?" He tilted his head.

"No, I think you should do as I wish because I command it. You had your chance but lost the opportunity when you threatened me." She lifted her chin. Despite this one’s cleanliness over the others, he was proving to be no less a brute. They always underestimated her.

"And if I do not release ye?"

She looked him right in the eyes. "I warn you only this once because you are a laird and not the usual blacksmith or farmer. I’m not a woman to trifle with."

"Now ye threaten me." He chuckled then. "It seems the only truth of ye I saw today is that sharp tongue."

"It wouldn’t be so sharp but rather very accommodating right now had you treated me better." She saw his gaze darken as he understood her meaning. "Perhaps the great laird of Dunham would do well to learn to think of what he has to lose before he sharpens his own tongue? Now release me, and it is the last time I will tell you to do so."

"The lesson will be yours tonight, wench." He jerked her forward. "To still that tongue when in the presence of those better than ye."

"My tongue is still when in presence of those better than I!" she shot back at him.

He drove the end of the torch into the ground. His free hand wrapped around her, cupped the back of her head, and in the next moment, his lips crushed hers. Katie’s first instinct was to kick him right between the legs, but she forgot her intentions when his tongue thrust between her lips, sweeping heat over her entire body and scattering her thoughts. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples when he released her wrist and slid his hand around her to jerk her against him. But he stilled when she reached up and kissed him back.