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“Well, I’m goin’ to force myself on ye if ye dawdle any longer,” she said with a slight smile.

Then ever so slowly, little by little, he entered her, feeling the heat between them that was about to make him combust.

In and out like the waves on a beach, they did the dance of love. All his troubles disappeared, and nothing else mattered except for this magical, special moment.

“Oh, Caleb,” she cried out as he thrust into her now with his full length. “Oh, Caleb!” She found her release easily, signaling to him that now it was time for his. Sliding his hands down her back and cradling her bottom end, he no longer held back. With Bridget’s squeals of passion and his low growl of ecstasy, he found his release as well, spilling his seed of life within her.

“Bridget,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “That was . . . wonderful.” Laying down and wrapping his arms around her, his body vibrated against hers. Slink sat above them in the rafters scolding them both for what they’d just done.

“Are ye warmer now, lass?” he asked, running a loving hand over the top of her head.

“Burnin’ up. I’m so hot I need to run outside naked to cool off.”

He chuckled, thinking she was jesting, until she slipped out from under his hold, and started to get out of bed.

“Bridget?” He sat up, grinning. “Ye’re no’ really goin’ out there like that, are ye?”

“Ye were the one to put the idea in my head,” she told him, playfully. “What would ye do if I told ye I was?”

“Well, I’d go with ye, of course. We could always make love down by the water, or even in the river if you’d like.”

“In the water?” The thought sounded absurd. He knew she feared the water, so he must just be teasing her. “Och, I can see that ye’re truly the son of a madman, Caleb MacKeefe. Now, lay back down because we are no’ goin’ anywhere. We are stayin’ right here in bed.”

“I like the sound of that,” said Caleb, pulling her down atop him, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.

Chapter 19

“Caleb, get yer lazy arse out of bed!” The door to the hut slammed open and sunlight streamed in. Caleb woke up, blinking twice, seeing Logan standing there with his hands on his hips and Jack at his side. Slink jumped up on the table and then disappeared into the rafters trying to get away from the wolf.

It took Caleb a moment to remember where he was. Then when Bridget screamed and yanked the covers up to her chin, he was reminded that they were in the love nest. He must have fallen asleep with Bridget in his arms after they made love several times last night.

“Logan, turn around!” yelled Caleb. “It’s no’ proper for ye to be lookin’ at Bridget naked.”

Logan sighed and turned around, still talking to Caleb. “I figured when no one could find either of ye this mornin’ that this is where ye’d be. The king is callin’ for ye as well as for his chronicler since the games are startin’ at any minute now.”

“My faither!” cried Bridget, getting out of bed and dressing quickly. “I never should have left him alone. He’s probably worried about me. Plus, I dinna ken what he’ll be doin’ or sayin’ if I’m no’ there to stop him.”

“Och, I canna believe I overslept,” Caleb grumbled, grabbing his clothes and dressing as well. “I canna miss the hammer throw. I wish I would have had time to practice.”

“Mayhap ye would have had time if ye werena busy practicin’ somethin’ else instead,” spat Logan, still looking out the door as he spoke. Jack whined and laid down with his head between his paws.

Moving quickly, they all managed to get back to the castle just as the hammer throw was starting.

“I need to find my faither,” said Bridget as Caleb helped her to dismount.

“I need to get to the competition.” Caleb kissed her on the cheek and ran toward the crowd.

“Trea,” Bridget called out, seeing Caleb’s sister. She dodged several children playing with a ball, as she made her way over to Trea. “Have ye seen my faither?” she asked anxiously.

“Aye,” said the girl. “He was lookin’ for ye, Bridget. We all were. Where were ye?”

“Never mind that.” She reached into her bag and pulled out the Highland Chronicles. She’d been so preoccupied, that she hadn’t even had a chance to record yesterday’s events yet. Hopefully, the king wouldn’t want to see the book. “Where is he now?”

“I believe he’s at the competition. The king was callin’ for him, so he went without ye.”

“Och, this canna be guid. Thank ye, Trea,” she said, hurrying through the crowd. She made it almost all the way to the field where the hammer throw was already in progress, but since she was short, she couldn’t see over the spectators’ heads. Her father was probably near the dais with the king, she realized. So she turned abruptly, meaning to go there, but knocked right into someone, dropping the book in the process.

“Well, well, we meet again.” Valan stared down at her, causing a shiver to run through her body.