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Angus laughed and moved on top of her. “Nae, Charlotte. I am only just beginning. I just wanted tae open ye up. This may hurt at first, but it will then give ye pleasure.”
She looked down at his loins and felt a quiver of excitement at the thought of him entering her. The pleasure that she had just felt at his finger would be quadrupled by this. He watched her, and she bit her lip, nodding. Angus leaned down to kiss her once more, sweeping his tongue through her mouth as he lifted her legs open and slightly back, his hands on the back of her thighs.
Then, with one hand, he opened her up and slid into her easily. Charlotte’s eyes widened. He had begun slowly but then pushed himself into her sharply, and she felt a prick of pain. Once he began to move inside of her, Charlotte felt like she was losing feeling in her fingers; the pleasure was so overwhelming.
After a few moments, she found herself gasping and watching his face as he ground his hips into her, faster and faster. “Angus! I do not think that I can take the pleasure! It will tear me in twain!”
In reply, Angus sped up his pace and leaned forward onto her, licking her breasts and then kissing her to stifle her loud moans, which were only increasing with each thrust.
He kept going, and Charlotte’s noises kept pace with his rhythm until she cried out his name and shivered beneath him before laying her head back and closing her eyes. Her body clamped around him, Angus spent himself in one more thrust, pooling his seed inside of her, shuddering with his pleasure.
He pulled off of her and lay at her side, catching his breath. He turned her face towards him and took her mouth in one more long, slow kiss, which she responded to feebly. She couldn’t even open her eyes yet. The waves of pleasure were still pulsing through her, and she felt as if she’d just slid into a warm bubbling sea and was drifting away to nowhere.
After a few moments, Charlotte said breathlessly, “So what did you want to tell me this morning?”
Despite his fatigue, Angus leaned back and burst into loud belly laughter.
* * *
“Thank you, Mrs. Jacobs,” Elizabeth said to the housekeeper, grabbing the breakfast tray from her. “I’m certain that Miss Andrews will be feeling better soon.” The housekeeper relinquished the tray, a suspicious look glinting in her eye, and Elizabeth’s deceiving smile nearly faltered at the sight.
But Mrs. Jacobs moved away, and Elizabeth practically collapsed into the tray with relief. How long could she keep up the charade? She knew Charlotte would spend the night, but if she did decide to stay longer and would send the letter, how could she explain how she’d told the soldiers and servants that Charlotte had been ill? Her father and General Andrews would be back today, and she would have to think of something.
She made sure no one was looking, and then she slipped into Charlotte’s room, only opening the door as far as she needed to slip inside with the tray. She stood on the other side, trying to calm her nerves. She had never deceived anyone before or in such an elaborate manner. It was taking all of her strength to continue the charade. Oh, if only Charlotte would return today!
She laid the tray down on the table next to Charlotte’s bed. In order to allay suspicion, she decided that she needed to eat what was given for Charlotte and ask for less for herself in the morning. So, she ate now, amazed at the changes that had come over her since she arrived at Fort William.
Only a week ago, she would never imagine that she would find herself in this position, trying to persuade everyone that her friend was ill who was actually not present. There would be no way of knowing whether or not her friend would return today or the next!
After she ate in silence, she took the tray out of the room and locked the door behind her. There was no sense in allowing a curious servant to stray in and find out their secret. She handed the tray to a servant and found herself a book to read in the parlor. She would simply try to distract herself from what was happening. That was the sensible thing to do. Her father or General Andrews would return soon, and she didn’t want to think about what she was going to say to them. Hopefully, Charlotte’s letter would arrive before they did.
Soon, she was lost to the written word, and her earlier tension slowly left her body. However, she was interrupted an hour or so later with the arrival of a letter. Charlotte, thank God! Her heart lifted but fell suddenly as she heard the sound of arriving hoof beats outside. She grabbed the letter hastily and read it as quickly as she could.
Dear Father,
Julia has notified me of some duties which only I can perform at Duart Castle. I have traveled there and will remain a night or two in order to make sure that all is complete. I’m sure you understand that what I do is for the family. I will be back by your side soon. Do not worry.
Charlotte
Elizabeth grimaced. The letter was too short and not quite eloquent enough to keep her father and General Andrews at bay, but it would have to do. Hopefully, they would be in good spirits after their journey and would be understanding. So she would return tomorrow, hopefully. She knew the servants wouldn’t say anything, but she dreaded switching her story from Charlotte being ill to having suddenly recovered and sped off to the Isle of Mull.
She would have to shy away from their glances for the next few weeks. She waited, letter in hand, for the entry of the new arrivals. Her chest tightened. She hoped it was not her father. He could always sniff out deception in her when she was younger. She hoped she could withstand his questioning. But, it would not be a falsehood, now that she had the letter. Charlotte really was at Duart, and she was performing duties, of a sort.
She heard the loud footsteps of her father’s military boots and sighed. He entered the parlor and said with hardly a glance in her direction, “Elizabeth, I trust you have been well. Where is Charlotte?” He removed his hat and gloves and handed them to the waiting servant, and looked about the room.
Elizabeth took a moment to gather herself. She forced herself to meet her father’s eyes. She wanted to be the woman that Charlotte was teaching her to be. She hated her past of acting like a frightened mouse. “Father, here is a letter from her. She has left for Duart Castle this morning.”
“What?” His calm face suddenly broke out into a flustered, angry expression. “What do you mean?” He snatched the letter from her, and his eyes narrowed as he read it.
“That girl. Has she no thought of her family’s reputation or her father’s goals? Why should you let her go, Elizabeth? You are a much more sensible, girl!”
“I could not stop her, Father. She had made her own mind.”
He humphed. “She always seems to do as she will, commanding and ordering her superiors. Soon enough, that will change. She will be married off nicely to an Earl in London, and no more of her whims will be accepted.” He snorted to himself. “The Earl is not that type of man.”
Elizabeth gasped, her pain renewed at the reminder of Charlotte’s fate. “But Father, why must she be forced into marriage?” At the sudden flash of anger that built in his eyes, Elizabeth wished she hadn’t spoken.
