Gwen and Ben. Sometimes, the way he looks at her…”
“How does he look at her?” Aedan pulled them to a stop, his easy-going manner now replaced with that of a protective brother.
“You are not going to declare war on your friend. So behave yourself. Gwen is a grown woman, well and truly old enough to make decisions for herself.” A muscle in his jaw worked, and Abby ran her finger over it. He glared, and she smiled.
“He looks at her sometimes how you look at me, and it made me wonder if they’d had a past.”
Aedan seemed to think on it, a slight frown between his brows. “’Tis possible, I suppose. We have known each other since childhood, but Ben’s never mentioned anything, and Gwen is in love with Braxton.”
“I know she is, I’m not disputing that, but I wondered.” Abby stopped them beside a slow flowing river, watching as the water trickled over stones, green moss swaying beneath the surface. “We should set him up with someone. Maybe’s he’s lonely now that all of his friends are marrying, finding the person they want to be with forever, he’s becoming him nostalgic.”
He lifted her chin with one finger, smiling down at her. “You’re too kind-hearted, and I love ye for it. As for Ben, and whether he wishes to be saddled with a woman, I’m not certain. I’m sure whatever ye picked up on between Gwen and him was affection that stemmed from familiarity and duty. Nothing more.”
“Perhaps.” Abby shrugged, not buying that for a moment. There was history there, but for whatever reason, Gwen wasn’t as enamoured of Ben as he was of her. It didn’t mean that Ben couldn’t find love elsewhere. He had to meet the right woman. “I was just curious… I promise I’ll leave him alone.”
“Trust me when I tell ye, he’s more than busy with the lasses. He doesn’t need any help.” Aedan smiled. “Behave, wench, or I’ll be forced into actions that ye may not approve of.”
Abby leaned into him, sliding her hand over the front of his kilt. Whenever they were together like this, all she wanted to do was consume him. Touch him, bathe in his love, wonder that he doted on her. He was becoming a very addictive man to be around.
She stroked his manhood. His eyes darkened with desire, his hand coming around her back and holding her against him. “There aren’t many things I wouldn’t approve from you, Aedan MacLeod. Do your worst.”
“You try my resolve.” His breathing hitched when she covered him with her hand, pulling, teasing his hardened flesh that she craved.
“Do not threaten me with things that I’d enjoy. And certainly do not tease me where we cannot act on our desire.”
“There is no one about.” Abby looked up at the castle walls and didn’t spy any men on the battlements, nor were there any loitering on the outside of the castle walls.
He nipped her earlobe, kissing his way down her neck. Taking her hand away from him, he lifted her slightly against his chest, undulating against her sex. Abby gasped, fire replacing the blood running through her veins.
“Behave, lass.”
Abby laughed and stepped away, pulling him toward the castle. “You know, you shouldn’t—” her words trailed off when she saw Ben and Gwen down by the river, seemingly in some sort of argument.
“What’s wrong?” Aedan came to stand beside her, and she pointed out what had caught her attention.
“What do you think they’re talking about?”
“With those two? It could be anything and nothing at all.”
Abby didn’t think it was, but then why would they be arguing if they didn’t have anything to discuss. “It’s a little odd. You should ask them. Gwen could be up to something like bringing someone else through time for someone else she wants to matchmake.”
Aedan laughed. “‘They’ve argued for as long as I can remember. If one said the grass was green, the other would say it was blue. ’Tis how they are. Come, I need ye.”
The deep sound of his voice and his words, which could only mean one thing, sent her body into overdrive. She was turning into a horny, insatiable woman and she loved it. “What for?” she teased, grinning up at him.
He raised one rakish eyebrow, and her legs turned to jelly. As usual. “What do ye think?”
“Well, I don’t know. It could be anything…” He kissed her, putting a stop to her prattle, and all thoughts of Gwen and what she was doing with Ben