“Wow.” She leaned forward and propped her chin on her hand, sighing audibly. “Had I known men like that were going to be there I would have set my tent up during the games instead of sending Beatrice. Dang it.”
“Well, now you know.” Paige quickly finished filling out the form to consign her pieces and pushed it back across the counter. That was how she did business with a few of the shops in town to get visibility, and in exchange, the stores would get a bigger cut. It worked out well enough, she supposed, since she got a lot of repeat buyers that way.
“Lass, where do ye want the box?” Gavin walked across the room, his muscled arms bulging from the weight as he carried the aforementioned box towards the counter; if possible, he looked even hotter wearing normal clothing than his kilt. The simple cotton black t-shirt clung to his muscular torso, and the faded jeans rode low on his waist, accentuating the indent of muscle at his hips.
Ashley’s mouth dropped open.
Paige couldn’t blame her. It was the same response she had to Gavin the first time she had seen him. “Ashley,” she said, hoping to get her friends eyes back in her head. “Where do you want the box?”
“Oh, um…” She reluctantly pulled her eyes away from the gorgeous man holding the box. “You can leave it here.” She pointed to an empty space on the counter.
“Right here is fine,” Paige said, moving out of the way.
Gavin gave the lass behind the counter a brief smile and set the box down, then brushed off his hands.
Ashley pushed her shoulders back and her ample boobs forward. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” She made eyes at Paige.
Paige gritted her teeth. “Sure. Gavin, this is Ashley.”
“Hello. Nice ta meet ye,” he said, extending his hand like his lass had taught him ta do when he met someone new.
Ashley reached out and clamped both hands over his. “The pleasure is all mine,” she purred, leaning closer.
Gavin tugged his hand but the lass behind the counter wouldn’t let go. “Uh…nice ta meet ye.” He looked to his lass for some help but she was too busy making those angry eyes he was getting used to seeing. “What are those?” He inclined his head towards a stack of pictures displayed on a metal rack.
Ashley finally, albeit reluctantly let go of his hand. “Those are postcards I made from some pictures I’ve taken around the area.”
“Hmm.” He acted like he was engrossed in the pictures and promptly turned towards the display.
Ashley fanned her overheated face and mouthed “Wow” to Paige.
Paige gave her a halfhearted smile. “Let me know if you need any more pieces.”
“Sure. Will do,” she said and turned back around to admire his fine form.
“See you later.” Paige blocked her line of vision, grabbed hold of Gavin’s hand, and pulled him back out of the store. She wished she had a bag to toss over his head. Or better yet, a sign to stick to the front of his shirt letting all the women in town know that he was with her. Although she doubted it would even matter—he was too good-looking not to notice.
“Where to now, lass?” he asked once they were outside standing on the sidewalk.
“That was the last shop. We can head home now.”
Gavin got a squeamish look on his face.
“It’s not that bad.”
He gave her car a wary look. “Tis not normal ta travel thusly.”
“It beats the hell out of riding a horse.”
Gavin frowned and shook his head. “Nay. A horse is a normal way ta travel.” He pointed his finger at her car. “This…this…metal beast o’ yours is not.”
Paige smiled and unlocked the door for him. “We will be home before you know it.” She opened the door.
Gavin gave her a doubtful look before reluctantly climbing in.
Smiling, Paige shut the door, walked around the back of the car and climbed in the other side.
Shutting her door, she put the keys in the ignition and started the car. “Buckle up.”
Reaching over, Gavin grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it.
Paige put the car in gear and backed out of the space.
Gavin grabbed the dashboard and shut his eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
BLOWING ROCK, NORTH CAROLINA
The Cottage - Present Day
“How did you like the spaghetti?” Paige stood with the plates and crossed the room.
Gavin rubbed his flat belly. “It was good but what about dessert?”
Paige gave him a look of surprise. “You are still hungry?” He ate two big plates of spaghetti she had delivered as well as some salad.
His eyes twinkled. “Not for food.”
“Oh—OH!” Paige felt herself warming from the look he was giving her.
“Come here lass,” he said, leaning back in the chair.
Paige set the plates in the sink, wiped her hands on a towel, and walked back over to the table. “You want to do it here?”
Gavin gave her a winning smile and pulled her down onto his lap.
♦
“Och, lass,” he whispered in a hot murmur against her ear.
“What ye do ta me.” Gripping her hips, he rocked back on the chair with her legs straddling him.
He was rigid, his body slicked with sweat pressed against hers, buried deep within her womb, filling her completely.
“I can’t…,” she gasped on the verge of the precipice he was pushing her towards.
“Ye can.” His hands moved slowly upward from her hips to her breasts, cupping them ever so gently as he lowered his mouth.
The rasp of his beard scraped against her sensitive flesh, making her body arc like a bow.
“When we go, we should go together, aye?”
“I can’t,” she argued, although the point was moot. He controlled her every movement.
“Yes,” she finally agreed, clinging to his broad shoulders.
“Aye, that’s more like it,” he boasted, feeling the threads of his own release bubbling to the surface like molten lava waiting to escape an erupting volcano.
His mouth closed over her nipple.
She couldn’t take it.
Ignoring his command, she purposefully shifted and lowered down.
He let out a feral groan. “Och, lass, I told ye ta wait.”
Too bad, she thought.
Lifting herself, she slowly eased upward. She was the one in control now and she reveled in it. Leaning forward, she nipped at his neck, his shoulder, tasting the saltiness on his skin as she lowered back down again.
“That’s it, lass,” he breathed, fondling her breasts as they jiggled in his hands. His hips jerked upward.
Paige gasped from the pressure building and then it was too much, she couldn’t wait. Losing all control, her body became taut, and then shattered in a million wonderful pieces.
Gavin groaned. Pumping harder, faster, he too finally found the release that they had both painstakingly sought from one another.
♦
Later that night, with the lass snuggled beside him, in a bed far too soft for his liking, he stared up at the darkened ceiling, like he had many a night in the past. He still had found no trace of the damnable gypsy. Each lead they found led them to another dead end.
He had yet to tell the lass why he was looking for the gypsy, Morag. And as far as he was concerned, she didn’t need to know…which is what he told himself repeatedly when his guilt began gnawing deep in his belly.
Once the Highland Games returned to the mountain and he found that witch, he would be returning back to his own time. He had to for the sake of his men, for the treasure he owed a King, and for the love he had lost so long ago. Yes, Gavin had it all figured out.
Or so he told himself…
Rolling onto his side, he closed his eyes, enjoying the creature comforts this time provided as well as his time with the lass… his lass, for a wee bit longer.
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