“I love your sister,” Mairi said as she climbed into bed beside Alastair.
“I knew you would; I love her too,” Alastair said. “I’m glad I’m not Connor though. I think my hand would get sore if she were my wife.”
“Eadan even smiled and laughed a bit when he came down with her and joined us in the hall,” Mairi said.
“If anyone could bring him out of his sorrow it would be Jacqueline. We all spoiled her rotten growing up. Although, I bet everyone one of us, except James and maybe Owen, have had her over our knee at least once.”
“You spanked you sister?” Mairi asked.
“Spanked, strapped, used her hairbrush,” Alastair said.
“How about a riding crop?” Mairi asked, grinning.
“That’s something special just for feisty wives,” he said, making Mairi laugh.
Alastair reached over and pulled his wife into his side. She snuggled back against him, rubbing her arse against his cock and felt it begin to harden. She reached her hand back and began to stroke it just the way Alastair had shown her.
“It felt good to ride again,” she said to him. “I remember that I used to ride often at Branxholme. I was a good horsewoman.”
“You can ride anytime, Mairi,” Alastair said, rolling onto his back. “In fact, you can ride right now.”
“Now?” Mairi began to ask as Alastair lifted her over him, lined her cunny up with his cock and let her slowly slide down onto him.
“Ride me, Mairi,” Alastair said to her, lifting her off of his cock and letting her sink back down onto it again.
Mairi wasn’t sure what Alastair meant at first until he lifted her and let her fall. They had never done it this way before, but it felt wonderful. She put both hands on his chest and used her legs to push herself up and then slide down, over and over again. She began doing it faster and grinding down on him each time, trying to make him go deeper. She let herself lean forward just a bit, making that nub Alastair had told her about, rub against him each time. Mairi closed her eyes as she rode him until she finally reached her pleasure, grinding down on his cock as she rode it to completion.
Alastair felt his wife tighten around him but held himself back from joining her. He wasn’t done with her yet. As soon as her cunny let go of his cock he pulled her up off of him and laid her down on her stomach beside him. Not giving her time to think he got on his knees behind her, grabbed her by her hips and pulled her up onto her hands and knees before plunging his cock back into her soaking wet opening.
“My turn,” he said, slapping her on the arse. Smack, smack.
“Harder, Alastair,” Mairi panted.
“Harder with my cock or my hand?” he asked, not sure which she was referring to.
“Both,” she said.
Alastair grabbed her by the hips and plunged into her faster and more forcefully. Smack, smack. “Like that?” he asked.
“Aye,” she squealed.
Alastair kept pumping into her as she rocked back against him, again trying to make him go further up inside her. Smack, smack. Once again he felt her begin to tighten around him as he gave her two last swats. Smack, smack.
“Alastair!” Mairi screamed out as again she climaxed.
Alastair again fought the urge to join her and kept pumping into her cunny as it was squeezing his cock tightly. Once she was finished he again pulled out, rolling her onto her back, spread her legs and again thrust his cock back into her.
“One more time, wife,” he said to her, as Mairi looked up at him in wonder.
“I don’t know if I can again,” she said to him as he pumped in and out of her.
“You can,” he answered, reaching his hand between them and beginning to work her clit quickly. It was already hardening again. Alastair held himself up on his other arm as he rubbed her clit and continued pumping into her as quickly and forcefully as he could. He wasn’t going to last much longer and needed to bring his wife to orgasm one more time before joining her. “Come for me, Mairi.”
Mairi stared up at him, not believing how much she was enjoying what Alastair was doing to her. She had learned to love the duties of the marriage bed since the first time he’d bedded her, but he’d never done anything like this. She brought her hips up to meet him each time, wishing he would push down on that spot just a bit harder. Finally, she felt herself begin to get that familiar flutter in her belly that traveled down to her cunny. Just as she began to orgasm, Alastair slapped her clit forcefully three times. Smack, smack, smack. Causing her to erupt into the most forceful orgasm she had ever experienced.
Alastair felt his wife’s cunny again grip his cock tightly as her clit began to pulse under his fingers. He gave it a few good slaps and felt her cunny grip him tighter than ever before as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her a few more times before erupting inside of her. He slowed his rhythm down and let her catch her breath before pulling out and lying down beside her.
“That was incredible,” Mairi said to him, still gasping for air. “I think I enjoyed riding you as much as I enjoy riding a horse.”
“I agree, and you can ride me anytime,” Alastair said to her, laughing softly. “Do you know what I think is incredible?”
“What?” she asked him.
“You, Mairi McCabe. You watched your family get attacked, lost your memories, were forced into a bad marriage, had the strength to marry again, got your memory back, found your family, and then killed the man who caused it all. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”
“Not as incredible as, my husband,” she answered smiling at him. “You made promises to me Alastair and kept every single one. You’re a man of honor, and I consider myself lucky that you found me and married me.”
“Let’s get some sleep, wife,” Alastair said to her, pulling her into his side once more. “I’d like to be up to see Owen and Cameron off in the morning.”
“Do you think he’ll be able to find Emelia?” Mairi asked. “I’m so worried about her.”
“Aye,” Alastair answered. “He’ll find her; we just need to be patient and give him time. I think he can do it.”
“I’m finding that with the McCabe’s anything is possible,” Mairi said. “He’ll find her; he has too. Sleep well Alastair, I love you.”
“And I love you, Mairi,” he said as he drifted off to sleep, thankful for the woman in his arms.
Epilogue
“Be careful, Owen,” Hamish said as he watched his son mount his horse, “if there’s anything we can do to help, just send word.”
“I will, Da,” Owen said, “but don’t worry if you don’t hear from me for a few months.”
“I’ll worry,” Hamish said, smiling up at his son, “I can’t help that.”
“I’ll be stopping in Edinburgh for a night. Hopefully, I can obtain an audience with the King, find John quickly, and be on my way to England,” Owen told Finley as he joined them.
“Take care, young Owen,” Finley said, “remember, if you need anything, Branxholme and Ferniehirst aren’t that far away.”
“You’ll be hearing from me,” Owen said, nodding at Cameron as he joined him. “I’ll find her, Finley; I promise you that.”
“I hope so, lad,” Finley answered. “I really hope so.”
“Let’s go,” Owen said to Cameron, “the quicker we leave, the quicker I find your sister.”
“Good luck, Owen,” Mairi said, “and thank you.”
“If Emelia looks anywhere near as beautiful as you,” Owen teased, “I just might have to marry her myself since you already married my brother, and didn’t wait for me.”
Mairi laughed and said, “he found me first.”
“Lucky man,” Owen said and winked at her.
“Goodbye, Mairi,” Cameron said to his sister. “I love you. I can’t wait for us to see each other again.”
“I love you too, and I’ll miss you, Cameron,” Mairi said, tears filling her eyes. “I look forward to meeting your wife and my nephew.”
/> “As they will you,” Cameron said, then turned to Owen and said half-jokingly, “let’s ride before I make an idjit out of myself and cry like a babe.”
The two men, now family, and half of the Kerr guards gave their mounts a kick in the side and headed out the gates of Gleann. Owen was hoping he’d be able to fulfill his promise and find Mairi and Cameron’s sister. He knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task. He looked back one more time and waved to his family that had gathered to watch him leave, and wondered how long it would be until he saw them again. The thought made him sad, as it always did when he left home for any length of time.
He began to think of what he needed to do as soon as he got to Edinburgh. He was hoping to see the King, find John and be on his way within a day, two at the most. Then he smiled as a thought came to him, maybe if he had time, he’d visit his favorite tavern there and his favorite tavern girl. Wynda was always willing to show him a good time for a little coin. The thought cheered him up a bit, and he gave his mount another nudge, taking it from a walk to a slow gallop, heading towards the next adventure in his life.
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Coming soon in the spring of 2018
Her Brave Knight
The McCabe’s Book 6
(Owen and Emelia)
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