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Lying stretched out on the green grass, elevated on her elbows, she watches me shed my T-shirt.
"By the way," she says, "Rade insisted on giving me a financial settlement to compensate me for the years I gave him."
I pause with my jeans half unzipped. "Did he?"
"Yes. A hundred thousand dollars."
For several seconds, all I can do is stare at her, but then I grin. "I'm marrying a rich woman."
"Does it bother you?"
"Not in the slightest."
She clasps her hands over her belly, her feet shifting in restless movements.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Even though we're not married yet," she says, "I'd like to give you some of the money, to get your business going again. We'll be sharing everything soon enough, and I don't want to wait."
I stand here speechless, my hands lingering on the waistband of my jeans. Though I'd rejected Rory and Lachlan's offer of financial help, I don't want to say no to Calli. She's going to be my wife, and maybe sharing in her divorce settlement is the right way to begin our life together. Besides, I know she needs me to accept her generous, loving offer.
"I could be a manly man and say no," I tell her. "But I can tell you want to do this, and I can't deny my future wife anything."
"Thank you. I hope this doesn't wound your male pride."
"Donnae worry, love. Ahmno sensitive."
While I resume unzipping and push my jeans down, exposing my stiffening cock to her, she observes with growing lust that I can see in her expression. I've missed her passion, and I cannae wait to be inside her again.
"I do love watching you strip," she says. "Maybe I should stuff a few hundred-dollar bills in your waistband."
I kick my jeans away. "You get me for free. Donnae take my clothes off for money, remember?"
"Oh yes, you did mention that once upon a time."
Now I stand completely naked before my fiancée. The way she looks at me, I know I won't last long once we start shagging. I'm addicted to Calli's body. I'm addicted to everything about her, from her smile and her laugh to her incredible passion, and even her stubborn side.
I kneel over her, my knees straddling her thighs. "Time to unwrap my gift."
And she is a gift, the most precious one I've ever been given. I will spend the rest of my days proving to her that she means everything to me. No, I'm not a stripper. But just like in the club that night, I will follow her anywhere. She belongs with me, and I belong with her.
Our new life together begins now.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Eight Weeks Later
I am a married man. No one in my family thought I would settle down, but I proved them wrong. My family loves me, but I'd never had a serious girlfriend until I met Calli, so I can't blame them for assuming I'd stay "Don Juan" forever. Two hours and forty minutes ago, Calli and I said "I do." Now, here I am about to ravish my wife for the first time—the first as her husband. I shagged her plenty back in Michigan, and here in Scotland when she found me again, but now everything has changed.
Calli lies naked on a king-size bed inside our new home, a two-story farmhouse a five-minute walk from Lachlan and Erica's place, watching while I kick off my shoes. I'd watched her undress too, and I felt a wee bit disappointed when she removed her wedding dress. I might have gotten choked up when I first saw her in that frock. She looked like an angel with a halo of fiery red hair, and her emerald eyes shined like she might cry too.
My wife eyes my kilt while licking her lips and arching her back. My growing erection probably has something to do with that look on her face. I love the way her rosy nipples have gotten stiff and the skin around the peaks has pebbled. It might mean she's cold, but today, it means she cannae wait to have a poke. I know she likes my outfit—tuxedo on top, kilt in the middle, and more formal wear on the bottom. No underwear, but only Calli and I know that.
Lachlan had teased me about my clothes, but I think he's just jealous that Calli hunted me down to beg me to marry her, while Lachie had to plead and humiliate himself and virtually stalk Erica to get her back.
Aye, I've outdone my brother. And aye, I will mercilessly harass him about that.
While my wife follows my every movement, I take hold of the kilt, and with one flick of my wrist, send it plummeting to the floor. Since I'd already removed the rest of my clothes, I'm ready for action. My cock waves in the air, as anxious as I am to shag my wife, and a drop of moisture clings to the crown. I love it when Calli licks that off, but I have other plans right now.
