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I pull back, then thrust into her hard. I keep thrusting, deeply and powerfully, making the bed frame creak and the legs thump. Jamie wraps her thighs around me while I pick up the pace, grunting and gasping, lifting her thighs higher to go deeper. She thrashes her head while shouting things that might be words, but I can't understand any of it. Maybe it's in Gaelic. I know I'll come any second, so I rub her clit to make sure she hits that peak first.
Jamie's entire body freezes. Her mouth falls open, but she seems incapable of making even the tiniest sound. Then her inner muscles clench around me in wave after wave of spasms. She cries out. I fuck her harder as electricity surges down my spine, barreling straight into my cock, setting off rapid-fire spasms. I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and I come so hard that I squeeze my eyes shut and can't breathe while I punch into her twice more, then collapse on top of the incredible woman who just let me pummel her body.
I roll off her, flopping onto my back. My breaths come in staccato gasps, and sweat has beaded on my brow. Sex had never been this good with anyone else. Maybe it's the forbidden aspect making it hotter. Her brother doesn't like me getting intimate with Jamie, so we're even. But this isn't about Aidan and Calli anymore. It's about me and Jamie and what we could be together.
Will we work out in the end? Only time will tell.
Chapter Eight
Jamie
We both lie on our backs, gradually catching our breath. I gaze up at the ceiling for a wee while, unable to make any muscle in my body function properly, not even my eyes. I have never before had a poke with a man I've known for a few days. If anyone had asked me a week ago if I would behave this way, I would have laughed at them. But Gavin makes me feel so good in every way possible.
Eventually, I regain the ability to move and turn onto my side to gaze at the man who gave me this delicious afterglow. "That was bloody brilliant, Gavin."
"I'm assuming that means you liked it."
"No, I didn't like it. I loved it." I sling an arm across his torso and kiss his chest, loving that I can taste the salty sweetness of his perspiration. "I would love to do that again."
He chuckles, though the sound is ragged and breathless. "Yeah, I'd love to do that too, but a man needs a break to recover between bouts of earth-shattering sex."
"I know you need time before we can shag again. So, why don't we eat something decadent and chat to each other in the meantime?"
"Now that's a 'bloody brilliant' plan."
A laugh bubbles out of me, and I can honestly say I have never laughed this way before. It's a cross between a giggle and a hiccup. Dinnae care if I sound ridiculous. I never want this feeling to end.
Gavin heads for the kitchen while I scurry into the bathroom. I needed to empty my bladder about thirty seconds before Gavin gave me a fantastic orgasm on the sofa, but I couldn't speak to tell him so once he put his mouth on my brillean. I should have taken a brief trip to the bog when he carried me into the bedroom, but I was too aroused to give a toss. That means now I desperately need to relieve myself. Once I've done that, I trot out into the living room and veer around the bar. Gavin is facing away from me, cooking something on the stove.
I come up beside him and sniff the air. "What are you making? It smells divine."
"French toast sticks, bacon, and scrambled eggs. I might not be a great chef, but I rock the breakfast foods---day or night." He pushes something around in the frying pan while keeping his attention exclusively on me. "I figured we both needed a boatload of protein."
"Oh, aye. Give me gobs of protein, please."
He glances at my body. "You're still naked."
"So are you."
Gavin smirks. "I wasn't complaining. But I figured you'd want to at least put on a robe. Women usually don't like prancing around buck naked outside of the bedroom, especially in front of sliding glass doors."
"Dinnae care what anyone thinks of me. Besides, we're in the back of beyond. Not many keekers out here, I imagine."
He freezes in the midst of scrambling the eggs. "What in the world is a 'keeker'?"
"Someone who spies on other people."
"Oh, you mean a peeping tom."
"That's what Americans call it, aye? My sister-in-law Erica has taught me some American expressions, and I taught her a few Scottish ones."
Gavin pours the egg mixture into a pan, glancing away from me only for a second or two. "Is Erica the only Yank you've ever met?"
"No, I've met the occasional American."
"And did you dislike them all?"
I kiss his bicep and smile up at him. "No, I love Yanks. They know how to shag a lass."
