Chapter 2

Holy Christ.

He hadn’t expected to come upon this. Aaron moaned again, this time a little louder.

“Hush,” came the whispered response from the man moving in and out of the squire. “Half the camp will hear you.”

Duncan tried to place the voice. He was dying to know who fucked Aaron. The man looked a bit too thin to be Aaron’s knight, Magnus, who was on the heavy side. Another squire?

The man’s balls slapped against Aaron as his thrusting sped up. His fingers tightened on the squire’s hips. Duncan huffed, frustrated at not knowing the identity of the second man. Mayhap if he stood, he would get a better view.

Slowly, he straightened from his crouch. A hand pushed on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

Duncan swore. He’d recognize the deep, masculine voice of Sir William anywhere. He tried to slip under his hold, but the knight’s grip on his shoulder was strong. He could just make out his handsome features in the glow of the torch light coming from the camp. He was frowning.