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No more words are needed. I show her what she means to me by sliding inside her slowly, tenderly, loving the look on her face—pain and pleasure, two sides of the same coin. Her body fits me snugly, like it was made for my cock. We were made for each other, for sure, in every way. I couldn't have found a more perfect lass for me if I'd scoured the globe in search of her. Calli is my other half, like the second face of that coin.
She clings to me while I begin to pump my hips, pulling out of her and then driving deep inside again, keeping the pace measured and rhythmic, wanting this to last as long as humanly possible. With her heels flat on the bed, she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, her mouth open on a string of moans and gasps. The slickness of her body feels so bloody good, and I cannae look away from her face. I pump faster, harder, grunting every time I lunge inside her and blustering out a breath when I retreat. She locks her legs and arms around me, begging me to never stop, to make her come, to never stop.
Her body goes rigid. Her lips part, and she stops blinking, her gaze nailed to mine. I pound into her at a frantic pace, making her cry out.
At the instant the orgasm wrenches her body, my release jets out of me into her depths, and I throw my head back, shouting a long litany of Gaelic. She clutches me with her entire body and cries out several times. I pump into her twice more, then shove a hand down to massage her nub, determined to see her climax through to the very last spasm.
I collapse beside her and pull her into my arms, cradled against me. We're both breathing hard, nearly breathless. She rests her cheek on my chest.
"The wedding was beautiful," she says, "but this was more fun."
Aye, nothing compares to making love to Calli. But the wedding had been quite an experience too, with both of us reciting our vows on the same hillside where Lachlan and Erica had held their wedding. It lies just behind their house, and in the summer, it's blanketed with purple heather. Though I'd been determined never again to reenact any part of my brother's love life, Calli had disagreed.
"It's appropriate," she told me. "After all, we might never have met if you hadn't gone to Dance Ardor hoping to re-create Lachlan's journey to love."
Aye, she was right. My clever wife usually is.
"Weddings are for the guests," I say, back in the present with my naked, sated wife. "This was for us."
"I finally got to meet the infamous Rory, but I didn't see the caber."
"He was in a good mood today, because of the wedding." I shake my head. "The man needs a strong woman to shake some sense into him."
"I'm sure he'll find the right girl someday."
"Not unless she ties him up and drags him away from his office."
"Let's not talk about your family anymore tonight."
"Anything my wife wants." I roll onto my back, taking her with me, and she winds up sprawled over me. With my fingers, I trace small, delicate circles on her back. "Should I worry about your brother's intentions with my sister?"
Calli laughs.
And I know why. Maybe I can't read her mind, but I know my wife well enough to realize she's remembering a certain incident during the wedding reception, which had been an outdoor affair held at Lachlan and Erica's house. Gavin and Jamie had been engaged in a secret conversation some distance away from us. While Calli and I watched, the two of them slipped away from the crowd to a spot off to the side where they could have some privacy. I'd spotted the pair and poked my wife in the ribs, my lips twisting as I nodded toward Gavin and Jamie.
"What are they up to?" I had asked Calli.
She shrugged. "No idea. Maybe a quick tryst."
My mouth opened, but for several seconds, I couldn't speak. "Bad enough he had her in a hunting shack in the woods."
"Young love. What can you do?"
I've forgotten all about that now, what with my sensual wife ensconced in my arms. All right, maybe I haven't forgotten. But I've made a conscious decision not to think about it anymore. I'm in such a good mood today that I don't even care if Gavin Douglas has a poke with my sister.
Calli props her chin on my chest. "Gavin and Jamie may be the next couple to tie the knot. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not so long as he treats her right."
She lightly rakes her nails down my chest. "You mean as long as he doesn't act like the two Scotsmen I know, who seduce us American girls at first sight."
"Exactly."
A mobile rings, muffled but nearby. She sits up, making an adorably pinched face like she's trying to decide whose mobile that is. "Sounds like mine."
Of course it's hers. Mine rings with bagpipes.
"Let it go," I say. "We're on holiday."
