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Chapter Thirty-Six
Rebecca
The second Thane voiced his need, my own lust ramped up to a level I've never experienced before. Only Thane can do this to me, because only he understands me so thoroughly, inside and out. "Do it, Thane. I need to feel you inside me. Take me as hard as you need to."
He shoves his arms under my body and lifts me into a sitting position. My pulse is racing so fast, and as he pulls me up onto his lap, I fling my arms around his neck. He hugs me to his body, lavishing wet kisses over my throat, while my head falls back and I moan deeply. God, I need him to take me right now. In this position, seated on his lap with my legs wrapped around him, I can't do anything but writhe and moan.
Thane is squatting on the ground, but his dick keeps rubbing against my cleft. The sensation is maddening and wonderful, and I lock my ankles behind his ass, unable to speak a coherent syllable, desperate for him to start moving. He hisses in a breath and begins to thrust. The position we're in proves too awkward, though, despite Thane's attempts to thrust up into me. We're both so turned on that we can't think straight. I cling to him as he hoists himself off the ground, then bends his knees, using them as leverage to thrust upward, pushing his length inside my body so forcefully that I bounce on his cock.
I love what he's doing, but this is taking too damn long. "The riverbank. Take me there. We can, unh, do it in the water."
Thane freezes and stares at me while struggling to regain his breath. "What? The river? It's bloody cold."
"I'm so hot, I'm on fire. Take me there, please."
He stalks over to the bank, turns around, and jumps into the river feet first.
The shock of the cold water stuns me briefly, but the river isn't as freezing cold as I'd expected. I could swim in this water without risking hypothermia. Thane backs me up to the bank, grasps my hips, and starts thrusting. I let my head fall back, reveling in the delicious friction of his firm dick gliding in and out, the feel of the cool, damp earth behind me, and the scraping of my nipples on his chest.
"Tha mi a'bualadh do craigeann, neach-gaoil," he growls. "Tha thu bòidheach."
No clue what he said, but the rough growl of his voice does me in. My head snaps forward while all my limbs clutch him, and my nails dig into his scalp. A tiny whimper bursts out of me just as the orgasm strikes. My inner muscles pulsate around his cock. I can't speak, can't move, can't even breathe. Just as my ears begin to ring, a breath explodes out of me. I keep holding on to him while he pummels me into the riverbank again and again, snarling like a beast, gritting his teeth, until I finally feel him blow apart inside me.
For several seconds, neither of us moves. Our gasping breaths mingle with the sounds of nature---the rushing river, the whispering of the breeze, the songs of birds. At last, Thane heaves himself up and onto the bank, still clutching me to his body. I haven't let go of him yet either.
He tenderly lays me down on the picnic blanket, then settles onto his back beside me. "Bod an Donais. Anyone who says middle-aged adults lose their sex drive doesn't have a fucking clue."
"Definitely." I roll onto my side to look at him. "Being with you is not only the best sex ever, but it's also the most fun I've ever had with any man."
"You inspire me, m'eudail."
"What did you just call me?"
"My dear. It's essentially the same sentiment as gràidh." He pushes his fingers into my damp hair. "No phrase on earth could accurately describe how I feel about you, gràidheag. That means 'darling.' By the way, what I said when we were shagging was that I'm fucking you and you are beautiful."
"I would love to learn Gaelic."
"Later." He pushes up onto his elbows. "We still have work to do before the open house is done."
"And then there's the ball. I can't wait to dance with you tonight."
"Likewise, mo chridhe." He sits up all the way and scans the vicinity. "Where did I leave my aodach?"
"Is this the start of my primer on Scottish Gaelic? I have no idea what you're asking."
"Aodach means clothing. Cannae recall where I left mine."
I sit up and wave toward an area behind him. "It's kind of strewn all over that vicinity."
Now that we've satisfied each other's needs, all that's left to do is get dressed and go back to work. By the end of the open house event, we know we've accomplished something amazing today. We don't have all the numbers yet, but it's clear we've sold at least four times more whisky today than the distillery would sell in an average month. Thane hopes to earn enough profits that he can buy out his investors, but I point out that those people are our friends. Why not let them stay a part of the business? They aren't likely to try a hostile takeover.
Thane agrees. But he insists we need to thank each and every investor in person, even if that means we'll have to travel to England and the US to do that.
I will go anywhere in the world as long as Thane is by my side.
Only after our employees have left do we walk out of the building. Naturally, everyone at the distillery has been invited to the big bash at Dùndubhan.
How do Thane and I prepare for tonight? We go home and take a nap. Yeah, we might have great stamina and vigor, but we're still not teenagers. I love sleeping with Thane, anytime, anywhere. We arrive at Dùndubhan half an hour before the ball is set to begin, just so I can make sure everything is going according to plan. Yes, I'm slightly anxious about organizing my first ball, but Thane stays with me while I double check the preparations. Holding his hand always soothes me.
