The Dragon Guardian (Lochguard Highland Dragons 2)

Gina reveled in his heady taste as she met each stroke of his tongue. A month ago, she’d been alone, on the run, and scared for both her life and her son’s.

But now, she had a mate, her sister, her son, and a new family that would do anything to protect its own. Fate may have thrown a few wrenches into the mix, but Gina wouldn’t have it any other way. Fergus MacKenzie was the man of her dreams and she would move heaven and earth to keep both him and their son by her side.

Epilogue

Two Months Later

Gina smoothed her hair down one last time, but her curls popped right back up and remained wild. While she preferred keeping it in a braid, Fergus liked it down. Normally, she ignored his wishes and kept it back for convenience. However, the upcoming evening was special—she and Fergus were ready to try having sex again.

In the intervening months since Jamie’s birth, she and Fergus had been creative. But as much as she loved his tongue between her thighs, she wanted to feel his hard cock inside her.

And yet, Gina’s stomach flipped. By all accounts, the mate-claim frenzy shouldn’t happen as long as she was breastfeeding. However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.

Stop it, Gina. You trust Fergus. Even if it starts, he will rein it in. Taking a deep inhalation, she turned from the mirror and paced the length of the bedroom. Fergus should be back any moment from dropping off their son at Lorna’s house. Jamie had definitely become Grandma’s little boy.

Not that Lorna was the only one doting on Jamie. Fraser and Kaylee acted as if they’d always been brother and sister, resulting in more mischief than Gina liked. Only because she knew none of her family would ever do something to hurt her baby did Gina let it slide. Deep down, Gina admitted that Kaylee finding allies in the MacKenzies made her heart warm with happiness.

The downstairs door clicked closed. Fergus was home.

Undoing her robe, she slipped it off and sat down on the bed. It took everything she had not to fidget and pick at the scraps of clothing covering her body.

About thirty seconds later, Fergus opened their bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes roamed her shoulders, her breasts, and her legs. When his eyes met hers again, they were flashing. “How attached are you to what you’re wearing?”

The approval in his eyes gave her the courage to be bold. Trailing her finger down her chest until it reached the small bow between her breasts, she asked, “You like it?”

Fergus took one step and then another, his heated gaze never leaving her face.

“Aye.” He was close enough to lift up a strand of her hair and rub it between his fingers. “And you wore your hair down for me.”

She placed a hand on his lower stomach. “I did a great many things tonight. But I think you have something to do for me, first.”

He ran a finger up and down her arm. “I say forget the silly games. My bollocks are blue from wanting, lass. Don’t make me wait any longer by performing a strip dance.”

Gina smiled. “Only if you promise to do it tomorrow.”

Fergus grunted. “I’ll promise to run naked through the local village tomorrow as long as you let me have you tonight, Gina.”

The corner of her mouth ticked up. “I rather like that idea.”

He lightly tugged her hair. “I thought you were possessive of me.”

She tilted her head. “I am. But I also like pushing your boundaries. You have to admit, it’s been fun.”

“Buying my family a karaoke machine was a mistake.”

“Only because I made you sing, too.”

“I’d rather not remember that,” Fergus grumbled.

She laughed. “Okay, okay. I think I know of a way to distract you from that memory.” Gina scooted back on the bed and lay down on her elbows. “Undress me without ripping anything and you can do whatever you want to me, dragonman.”

Fergus’s pupils remained slitted for a few beats before growing round again. He leaned on the bed and covered her body with his. His lips were a hairbreadth away from hers as he whispered, “You think you’re the clever one. But you’ll be begging me to rip off your clothes before I finish.”

Memories of Fergus’s fingers between her thighs, on her breasts, and strumming her nipples all rushed back to her. Blood rushed to her cheeks at the same time as her heart beat double-time.

Aware her pale skin was flushed, she merely answered, “We’ll see, Fergus MacKenzie.” She lifted a leg to rub against his hard cock trapped in his jeans. Fergus groaned and she whispered, “I’ve waited nearly two months. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

With a growl, Fergus kissed her and thrust his tongue in her mouth. Each stroke was a claim.