He smiled. “Come here.” Pulling her over him, he lined up his hardness to her entrance and lifted his hips, hissing as he sank into her softness. “Sit up, Lass. Ride me.”
Confusion darkened her eyes, until she understood what he was saying. And then she did, moving her hips rhythmically, and took his breath away. She rode him so sweetly as he reached out and tweaked her nipples, causing her to squeal. He lifted his hips and met her thrust for thrust. Felt his bollocks tighten. Christ. He couldn’t last with thiswoman. He dropped his hand to her nestle of curls. Found the little bud of nerves and circled it with his thumb, applying pressure. She spasmed around him, squeezing him. Milking him. So impossibly tight.
Her legs stiffened on either side of him, and he flipped her onto her back, driving into her until he met his release. Her body drawing him in his release until he was truly spent.
He couldn’t believe he almost missed this. If he hadn’t listened to Moira. Or agreed to assist her. If he kept her away because she was a Hart. What a fool he would have been.
Slender arms wrapped around his neck. “I love ye, Errol.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love ye as well, Lass.”
*
They spent theride back to MacLeod Keep learning more about each other. Moira spoke so openly he felt like he had kenned her for her whole life. He could see why she and Anna were so close.
As MacLeod Keep came into view, he straightened in his saddle. Robbie would have arrived already, giving his father the report of what had happened. Given him the treasure they had found. The letters. Information about MacPhail.
“Is something amiss?” Moira asked.
He softened his shoulders. He hadn’t realized he was holding himself so rigid. “Nay. I am only thinking about our arrival.”
Her smile faltered slightly. “It willnae be easy convincing our families of all that we have uncovered. Will it?”
He shook his head. “But we will.”
They rode through the gates and into the courtyard, where Robbie waited, Errol’s father beside him, arms crossed, a fierce look on his face.
Moira seemed to shrink in her saddle. “Dinna fash. All will be well.I promise ye.”
They stopped their horses, and stable boys rushed forward to care for them.
He lifted Moira off her horse and set her on the ground, holding her steady so she didn’t fall. “All is well, I promise,” he whispered.
When their gazes met, she nodded, and when he clasped her hand to walk to his father, her eyes rounded.
His father stood stock still, eyes narrowed, arms still crossed. “In my study,” he barked afore turning on his heel and heading into the keep, Robbie following him.
Anna rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Moira’s neck in a tight hug. “Ye made it back!”
When Moira winced, his sister pulled away, brows drawn down in concern as she held Moira at arm’s length to look her over. Moira’s wound would heal just fine, and she kept insisting that she wasn’t in any pain on their travel back home, but he got the feeling she was putting on a brave face so it didn’t delay their arrival any longer.
Errol didn’t hear the rest of Moira and Anna’s conversation as he trailed his father to his study.
In the room, it was Errol, Robbie, his father, and his uncle.
“Sit.” His father ordered and Errol did as he was told. But if his father told him that he would need to let Moira go, he was sorely mistaken.
“I have a messenger out to Laird Hart stating that his presence is required to discuss an important matter and to bring his family.”
Errol’s brows rose, but he said naught.
“Whilst I dinnae approve of how ye two went about what ye did, I must commend ye on yer findings.”
“’Twas Moira mostly. She is smart. Strong. Brave.”
His father held up his hand. “I can see that ye are enamored with her. Am I to assume that ye…” his father’s words trailed off and Errol bit his lip.
But he wasn’t ashamed of what had happened betwixt them. “She is to be my wife.”
