Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

I wished my mother was here. I’d have called her and described all of this to her. She’d have been so supportive, wanting to know the details of the landscape, wanting me to describe the sights and sounds, the smells and how I felt.

I tipped my head up to the sky, one so blue, the white clouds dotting the vast expanse, and I closed my eyes, smiling. She may not have been here with me, but she was here with me regardless.

Do you see me, Mom? I’m here with the man I love. I’ve found my path and am carving a life out for myself just like you always told me to.

He turned and looked at me; the color of his hair caught the sunlight and showed the darker brown highlights in the strands. Even if he was smiling, he had this ruggedness that left my breath in a rush. A strong square-cut jaw, full lips with the bottom one slightly bigger than the top, scruff covering his cheeks, and a smirk on his lips that had all common sense leaving me.

“Fook. I love you.” He groaned and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me until I was breathless. “My wife,” he whispered against my lips and groaned, as if just saying those two words turned him on even more.

This Scottish man was all mine. All mine.

He pulled back to cup my cheeks, his palms big and warm, making me tingle from the inside out. And the longer we stared at each other, the more lost I felt. And I never wanted to find my way, especially with Cillian by my side.

I felt the air around us change, could feel it wrapping around me. I leaned in, my chest to his, my pussy wet, my nipples hard.

“You know,” I murmured, and he lifted his eyebrow as if he heard the desire in my voice. No doubt he can. It’s thick in me.

“Ah, does my lass want somethin’ from me?” His eyes lowered to my lips, and I licked them, as if trying to entice him even more.

My breath stalled. “Yes,” I whisper-moaned.

“Only somethin’ I can give ye?”

I nodded, pressing my breasts harder to his chest. He smoothed a finger along the side of my face, and I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, needing more.

“We haven’t really celebrated being in Scotland.” I knew it wouldn’t take anything at all to have my big, strong Scottish husband throwing me over his shoulder and ravishing me. And that's what I was hoping for.

He groaned and kissed me again, sweeping his tongue between my lips, claiming me in so many ways I was panting by the time he pulled back.

“Well then, let me tend tae my wife and show her how hungry I am for her.”

He picked me up and crushed me to his big body, his lips back on mine, his legs taking us right to the SUV. “Not sure I can wait until we get back tae the cottage, love.”

I gasped and shook my head. “My thoughts exactly.”

“I need ye so badly I’m damn near bursting the zipper of my jeans for how hard I am for ye.”

The rear passenger door was opened, I was placed on my back, and then my pants and panties were gone in a matter of seconds. I watched as my man undid the button of his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and grabbed his massively thick and long cock through the now open fly. I spread my thighs, letting him see how ready I was, knowing he wouldn't deny me.

I held my arms open to him, letting him know without words that I was here and I wasn't going anywhere.

I let him know I was his forever. Just like he was mine.

Epilogue Two

Cillian

Two years later

I stared at my wife. My Aoife.

“I always know when you’re staring at me,” she said softly, putting the last dish into the cupboard.

“Oh?” I murmured and leaned back in the dining room chair, my grin slowly spreading across my face. “And how’s that, lass?”

She looked over her shoulder at me, this sultry look covering her face.

“Ah, darlin’, ye keep looking at me that way and ye know I won’ be able tae control myself.”

Her grin turned sweet and shy at the same time, and when she faced me, the sight of her big, rounded belly did powerful things tae my heart.

“Come here, love,” I murmured and held my hand out, loving that she came tae me instantly. I pulled her intae my arms and ontae my lap, holding her and placing a hand on her swollen belly. The fact that my babe grew inside my woman, getting stronger each day, soon tae grace us with his presence in the coming months, had so much male pride filling me that it was damn near spilling from me and covering everything it touched.