My Highlander Cover Model by Karyn Gerrard

Author:Karyn Gerrard [Gerrard, Karyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2013-04-05T04:00:00+00:00

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After putting away the purchases they’d made, and having a light supper of what Skye called “deli stuff,” they both sat in the living room and waited for the device to ring.

Cailin stole a glance at Skye lounging on the sofa. He surprised himself that he’d asked her to touch him and make him come, but what surprised him more was she bluidy did what he asked. In his time, a man did not ask a lass to do that, unless she was a whore. Aye, he’d been with a few doxies. The sum total of his sexual experience involved loose women. By the saints, when her hand had grasped him—he wanted her hands on his cock again. But it really wasn’t his cock. He’d spoken the truth when he’d said it felt strange. ’Tis no’ my body. No’ my cock. Close, but no’ the same. He could not let that stop him from feeling and experiencing every sensation and emotion that flooded his soul. God’s stones, it took all his inner strength not to throw her over his shoulder and take her to bed right now. He would give her a day or two as she asked. Until then, he’d be in torment.

The shrill ring from the phone device pulled him from his thoughts.

Skye reached for it and whispered, “Remember what we discussed. Put it to your ear like I showed you. Make the conversation short and sweet.”

She pressed a button and the ringing stopped. She handed him the phone. Placing it awkwardly to his ear, he said in a slow, deliberate tone, “Hello?”

“Rod? Were you out earlier when I called?”

“Ay…yes. I was out.”

“Are you feeling all right? You sound funny.”

“I have a sore throat, canna…cannot talk long.”

“You poor dear! A good shot of Glen Breton should help. Do you still have the bottle you brought back with you from your Christmas visit?”

Cailin’s brain rushed to form a response. That must be the whisky they’d drunk the night before. It certainly tasted better than anything his clan distilled.

“I will. While I am talking to you, can you tell me when our family came to Nova Scotia?” His words were purposefully spoken and sounded wooden to his own hearing.

He glanced at Skye and her eyes widened. She mouthed, What are you doing? but he turned away. This would be the best way to get the information he so desperately wanted.

“You don’t remember? Didn’t I send you the information a while ago? Anyway, your great-great-great-great grandfather Iain Thorburn came over from Scotland in 1817 with what remained of his family. Only his mother was still living, I think. Most of them were killed in The Clearances. They settled here in Cape Breton, originally near the Bras d’Or Lakes, and then later moved here to Baddeck. Why are you asking, Rod?”

Cailin dropped the phone. His heart seized in his chest. His throat closed over. Skye scrambled for the phone and tried to shove it back into his hand, but he couldn’t take it.

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