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They kissed deep, and his state of arousal left no doubt where they were heading.
Drostan stepped into the front room from the bedchamber to find his wife serving a hearty porridge to their son. The sound of the door closing caused her to look at him. Their stares met, and an electric current passed between them. With a blush, she lowered hers.
“Ewan, eat your porridge before it gets cold.” She advised.
But the boy also heard the entrance of his father. “Papa, good morning.” And ran to the tall man.
“Good morning, Ewan.” The father answered. He held the boy’s hand and took him back to the table to do as his mother bid.
Freya gave him a grateful glance, and he picked up his bowl to serve himself. “Do you have any plans for today?” He asked his wife.
“I have to do laundry and mend a few of Ewan’s clothes.” She said, eyeing him bashful.
It meant she would need him to look after his active son. “How about we build traps and go hunting, mo balach? He suggested to his son.
The bairn beamed at him and he swelled with pride. “Can we really?” Then his smile vanished. “I do not know how to build traps.”
“So we will have to learn, will we not?” The father answered.
“Do you know how to do it?” The wee one inquired hopeful.
“Of course I do.” Drostan said. “I started when I was your age.”
“Yay! Let us go.” He stood up, his porridge forgotten.
“Not before we finish breakfast.” He managed to make a serious face though he wanted to smile at the youngster’s impatience.
Ewan attacked his bowl and was done in no time. He ran outside after his father helped him with his coat and boots.
Freya’s hazel eyes followed the little one outside. But his never left her which made her blush when she realised it.
That his wife of five years still blushed was nothing short of mesmerising. So much so that Drostan rounded the table and came near her. Auburn head bent back to meet his gaze and they merged in each other for long seconds. He did not curb the impulse of taking her cheeks in his large hands, caressing the fine skin with his thumbs. Their breaths merged, eagerness hanging in the air. His sensuous lips came on hers. Her lashes fell as she corresponded, opening for him. What started like a quick goodbye kiss soon incandesced, taking longer than expected.
“Papa?” Ewan came in again. Freya stepped back embarrassed. “You are kissing mama?”
Without diverting his attention from her, he answered. “Yes, papas and mamas kiss sometimes.”
The boy approached them. “I kiss mama, too.” He contributed.
Drostan hoisted him in his arms. “Maybe you want to make her happy?”
The boy hugged his mother and bussed her cheek. She curved one arm around his shoulder as her husband did the same to her. The three of them stood in the silent morning connected by this affectionate moment for several minutes.
“Are we going hunting now?” An impatient Ewan demanded, breaking the spell.
“Sure.” He must slip his arm from her. Pity. “We will not go far.” The information meant for her.
“Take care the both of you.” To the boy. “And, Ewan, do as your father says, alright.”
“Yes, mama.” And loped outside again.
Freya watched father and son walking side by side chatting as a sigh drew out from her. If every day of her life could be as this one, spent peacefully around her family. Peaceful during the day and…well…hot in the night. Her cheeks heated yet again at the memory. Her husband had simply outdone himself. She remembered their bursting lovemaking from before, but this time…this time it felt more—she looked for the right word—intense, yes, intense. The years apart matured them, for sure. Drostan became more profound, as if a deep loch ran underneath, calm on the surface, but hiding tempestuous waters. It awed and fascinated her. And made her crave him with a hungrier streak.
Not only that. His taut body also showed delicious changes. He was more muscular, broader, more powerful. A hot wave cut through her. She never wanted to leave her bed this morning. She wished to stay in it and explore every bunched muscle on his body. The mere thought got her ready for him.
For pity’s sake, this would be a temporary situation at best. There should be no becoming too comfortable in it. Sooner or later he would have to go back to his duties and she… What would she do with this scenario?
It would not be possible to hide here until Ewan grew up. They were too near the McPhersons for that. And had not her kin found
