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Chapter Thirty-One
Jamie stared down at it, trying to register what had happened. Then he saw Prince Charlie rush towards him, and he knelt to pat his head. “Good boy, ye bonny prince! Helping tae take down a villain!” Everyone began to laugh at the surprise action of the dog, while Fiona rushed to Donald’s side to check his breathing. He still breathed, but he did not wake, and Prince Charlie was heartily congratulated for his efforts to save Jamie and the truth, and he was grateful for all the head pats and belly rubs a dog could wish for.
Jamie turned Donald onto his back and picked up the silver blade to put it away, hopeful that it could not do anyone more harm. He looked at Donald’s face, which was calmer than he had seen him in a long while. “Och, cousin,” he whispered, “why this hatred and rage? Ye have made a foolish choice.”
Amelia and Marianne moved from the door to help Jamie slide Donald towards the side of the hall, and Marianne rushed for a servant to help. They would need someone to carry him to a room and clean his wounds, while they deliberated what to do next.
Servants attended to Donald who was only slowly beginning to rouse, groaning out his pain, while Jamie began to pull in the wagon’s items, and Henrietta was given a proper introduction to Fiona. Everyone sat in the private parlor, and Fiona called for tea. Amelia pointed to her mother, and said, “Lady Kinnaird, this is my mother, Lady Parker.” Both women bowed their heads, and Lady Kinnaird clapped her hands in joy, “It is so lovely to meet you! I feel that we may become good friends!” She clasped hands with Henrietta who nodded and smiled weakly.
Fiona quickly remembered, “Oh, my dear! I am so sorry. You are still recovering from your difficult illness. Please, let me attend to you in your own room, and servants will bring you tea, water, and food. You need your rest after such an ordeal.” She stood and helped Henrietta to her feet. Amelia stood as well, but Fiona waved her away, saying, “To play nursemaid in my own home is one of my most favorite hobbies. Let me attend to your mother, my dear.” Amelia smiled and nodded, and then sighed in her seat next to Marianne. Soon the tea arrived, and the two girls sipped together, grateful for the warm, restorative drink.
Marianne was the first to speak, “My goodness. That was quite a night and morning! I do not think I will need any more excitement for the next hundred years!”
Amelia laughed, a light clear sound that filled the room and the hall.
“Is that a happy lass, I hear?” Jamie called in from the hall, and Amelia smiled.
“I will remember this for as long as I live. It could be in a storybook! Villainous characters, midnight rides to break up weddings, and swordfights! Amelia, ye should write about this story.”
Amelia smiled, mulling over the past exciting events. She had been rescued by her true love. She had been saved from a life of torture and misery, which she had blinded herself to in order to save her family. She placed a hand over her heart, checking to see if it was beating, wondering if it was all real.
“I know, Marianne. It seems like a dream. I…I don’t know how I’ll ever repay him.”
Marianne smiled, “Amelia, he does not need repayment. Repay him only with love. He wanted you with or without debts, and you wanted him with or without the money. True love does not keep a record of debts. You are free.”
“I believe you are quoting the Bible, Marianne. Virtuous and moral Marianne, how could I have been without you for so long? Thank you for being by my side and helping to save me as well.”
Marianne laughed. “The Bible is always good to help us remember wisdom, to quote my father of course.” She remembered the countless times Amelia and she were victim to his endless biblical quotes.
Jamie returned to the room, having completed his task of removing all items from the wagon. His wound had stopped bleeding, but dark blood still remained at the site on his neck. Marianne and Amelia looked up at his form that filled the doorway. “So, are ye happy, my love?”
Amelia stood and grabbed his hands in her own.
“The happiest.”Marianne’s eyes moved between Jamie and Amelia, and she saw the fire that warmed their gazes, and she cleared her throat and said, “I will attend to your mother, as well, Amelia.” And, after a nod from both of them, Marianne left the room.
Jamie’s arms encircled Amelia’s waist, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I do believe we are engaged now, Amelia Parker, and I donnae believe I can wait until our wedding night tae have ye, my love. Has been too long.” He moved a finger to trace a line from her ear to her neck, making Amelia close her eyes and quicken her breath. She then jolted back into reality. “But, Jamie, ‘tis only the afternoon. What of everyone else?”
His expression turned serious, full of desire. “They are all busy, Amelia. Not one soul will notice our absence. We are soon to be man and wife. They would not begrudge us…our pleasure.” He grabbed her hand and moved with her through the hall, noting Donald’s removal to a bedroom, the area where he had been now standing empty.
They ended at his workroom, and outside of the door, Jamie caught Amelia off guard with a kiss. It was urgent and quick, his hands rising to touch her face, his lips wanting to taste every part of her. Amelia moved closer to him, her need rising with each movement of his soft lips, as they pressed her mouth to open for him, and she tasted him back.
Jamie used a shoulder to push open the door, and after they moved inside, he closed it with a foot, not taking his mouth from hers. He backed her up until her bottom hit his wooden desk. His arms moved down, and he lifted her backside up, so she was sitting. She wrapped her legs around him, and he groaned into her mouth, as she tried to lift her skirts up. Amelia’s hands moved to untie his breeches. Her fingertips felt his hardness through the material. She pulled away from the kiss.
“’Tis only appropriate to begin our true journey where we first started those many evenings ago.” Jamie smiled devilishly, his hands on either side of her.
“I remember that night very well. Ye were in my mind for days after that, lass. I couldnae keep ye out of it; the way ye moaned, they way ye felt, and how beautiful ye were, all laid out on the desk.”
Amelia chuckled, and she freed his cock from its cloth prison. His facial expression turned to one of slight pain, and she gripped onto it for a moment before moving her hands up and down its length. “I expect I’ll be moaning a lot more soon enough, Laird Jamie.” She kept her eyes on him, and they held a mischievous look.
Jamie leaned his face even closer to hers. He whispered, his breath catching slightly as she moved her hands. “Aye, ‘Twill be my life’s work, my Lady.” Amelia laughed, and he caught her mouth in his kiss. She lifted her skirts and moved her undergarments aside. Without another pause, Jamie pushed into her, both of their bodies tensing for a moment, as they remembered each other’s feel. They stopped the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. “I love ye, with everything in me.” Jamie said softly before placing a light kiss upon her lips.
“And I you.” Amelia replied, her face serious as she stared at her future husband, love filling every part of her. She moved her arms behind his neck, and his hands moved to her backside to hold her in place as he began to move his hips forward, slowly but regularly, and Amelia’s ache of desire grew. He quickened his pace, their breaths matching, and Jamie kissed Amelia’s neck, as she closed her eyes to feel him filling her. Her moans filled the quietness of the workroom, but she tried to keep them low, so as not to call attention to any of the others, should they be wandering around. Jamie noticed her attempts to quiet her sounds, so he moved even faster to try to illicit an even louder one.
Amelia responded in turn, her moans growing in volume until she trembled, pleasure filling her, and releasing her onto a field of ecstasy. Jamie followed in turn, groaning by her ear, and slowing his pace. She lay back on the desk, spent, and he moved out of her, attempting to calm his breaths. He laced up his breeches as he stood, watching her with a sated smile upon his lips.
She laughed suddenly, remembering something she’d said to him before. “Well, it’s a wonderful thing that you learned how to take away that ache of mine. ‘Twas becoming quite a nuisance, you know.”
And Jamie laughed loudly, his heart happy.
