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I growl low in my throat, seize her dress, and rip the buttons open with one jerk of my hands. Buttons go flying, but ahmno paying attention to that. With Erica's back exposed to me, all I can think about is the many ways I plan to fuck her tonight. So I flatten my hands on her back, running them down to her waist and up again until I meet the barrier of her bra. Unhooking the tiny clasps, I drag my tongue down her skin, tracing a slick path along her spine, dancing my tongue over each vertebra while she shivers and sucks in a ragged breath. Then I shove the dress off her shoulders.
With my mouth now on her neck, I murmur, "Tha gaol agam ort."
"I don't speak Gaelic yet."
But I mean to teach her, with a special focus on dirty Gaelic.
I push the fabric over her hips, and the dress pools around her knees. I dispatch her bra, sending it fluttering to the floor. She reaches behind her to slide her fingers into my hair. I clasp her around the waist with both hands to heft her up and out of the dress, spin her around, and lay her across the bed flat on her back. Finally, I tear her knickers off.
She smiles, biting her lip.
"Tha gaol agam ortmeans I love you," I tell her while I lower my body onto her with my hard cock trapped between our bodies. "Forever,mo leannan."
"I love you too. Forever and ever." She wriggles, which makes me suck in a breath. "You're mine, Lachlan MacTaggart.Gràidh."
Cradling her head in my hands, I gaze deeply into her eyes. "I love the way you saygràidh. You pronounce it perfectly."
"Is it my pronunciation you're interested in at the moment?" She locks one leg around mine, rubbing my body into her slick, swollen cleft.
The sensation of her naked body beneath me and the scent of her cream makes me so randy I almost choke on my own saliva. "Couldnae give a fuck about yer pronunciation right now."
Wrapping her arms around me, she rakes her nails up and down my back. "Show me what youarethinking about."
I slant my mouth over hers in a hard kiss, full of heat and tangling tongues, groaning into her mouth because she feels and tastes so bloody wonderful. When I pull away, she gazes up at me with raw hunger burning in her eyes and coloring her cheeks.
"Now," she begs, arching her hips into me. "Please."
"Anything for you,gràidh." I drive into her with one long, powerful thrust, my eyes half-closed because she feels so perfect wrapped around me. Erica cries out, her back bowing. I take her with leisurely strokes, reveling in every sensation while she claws at my back and pleads for release, only to beg me never to stop with her very next breath. I want this moment to last forever, but I need to come inside her body even more. So I brace myself on my straight arms, grunting and shouting her name while my chest heaves and I pump harder and faster until the slapping of flesh on flesh fills the room. Sweat sheaths my body and drips off my chest onto her where it mingles with her perspiration. I want to lick up every last drop of moisture on her body, from the sweat glistening on her tits to her cream that coats my cock.
Her body convulses as she comes with a whimpering scream, clutching at me until her fingers dug into my upper arms. The feel of her body milking my cock does me in. I explode inside her with a sharp, hoarse shout. After a few more thrusts, I'm done, and I collapse beside her, breathing as hard as she is. For a few minutes, all I can do is struggle to catch my breath and wait for my pulse to slow down. Making love to Erica always drives me wild with lust, but it calms me too. The contradiction makes perfect sense to me.
I pull her onto her side, tucked against my body with her head nestled on my shoulder. "Are you happy, sweet?"
She props her chin on my chest to aim her lustrous gaze at me. "You know I am. A few months ago, I thought I was going to prison. Just a few weeks ago, I thought I'd never have what I really want." She snuggles into me, brushing her fingers over my cheek. "Now I have everything. With you."
I capture her hand, enclosing it in mine. "You've given me more than I ever dreamed I'd have. Nothing will ever take me away from you, Erica."
"I'm not going anywhere. This is where I belong." She clears her throat and says, "An toir thu dhomh pòg?"
A breath blusters out through my nostrils. I hug her tighter, my passion for her suffusing my voice. "Keep speaking Gaelic."
"Why?"
I flip us both over, with her body beneath me and my quickly rousing cock trapped between us. "Because hearing you speak Gaelic will keep me going all night."
"Promises, promises."
"A guarantee."
For the rest of the night, I prove to her that I will always keep my promises. Sometime in the wee hours, we curl up under the sheets, exhausted in the best way, and fall asleep in each other's arms, content in our life together.
At long last, I've found bliss.Thank you, mo leannan.
Epilogue
Nine months later
Brothers are a trial, for certain. In the year since I first met Erica, my life has changed beyond recognition—and that's a good thing, since my old life had, as my wife would say, "sucked big time." Now that I'm happy, with a wife and a new bairn, I want my siblings to find the same joy Erica has given me. Erica suggested I should give them each a push in the right direction, but I will not meddle in their lives. It would be impolite.
