Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
My chest suddenly felt too full as I stared into her eyes.
Because how the fuck did I get so lucky? I didn’t know what a woman like Allegra Howard McCulloch saw in me, but I was too smart to question it. Instead, I took her mouth in a slow, easy kiss. Savoring her now that the urgent fervor from earlier had cooled. Somewhat.
Remembering what had driven me to fuck my wife on the kitchen table, I lifted my head. I frowned. “I don’t cheat.” I knew she was messed up about fidelity because of her dad, but I’d never do that to her.
Remorse crossed her face as she reached up to smooth her fingers over my short beard. “I know. I just … we weren’t together together, and I thought maybe …”
“I’ve never felt this way about Sorcha,” I confessed gruffly. “About anyone. I wasn’t lying when I said I hadn’t thought about touching another woman since you moved into the house. It’s been torture lying in this bed with you on the other side of the wall, unable to fucking touch you.”
Allegra suddenly grinned, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she wrapped her arms and thighs around me. Fuck, she felt so good. I didn’t understand why she felt so much better than any woman ever had, but I wasn’t going to question that either. “I saw you naked last night.”
Amusement filled me. “Aye?”
“Aye,” she teased. “I stepped out of my bedroom to get a glass of water and your door was open. You came out of the shower.”
“And you were spying on me?” I pretended to be affronted.
Allegra giggled, her breasts shaking against me. I reached down to stroke her, my thumb strumming over her nipple. Her breath caught. “I … I went back to bed and touched myself.”
I froze, hot blood rushing toward my cock. “What?”
“I touched myself, thinking of you, naked.”
“Last night you were on the other side of my wall touching yourself?” My hips thrust with a mind of their own, nudging against the hot heat between her legs.
“Oh, that wasn’t the first time.”
The imagery made me mindless with want. I was going to take her again. “Condom,” I bit out, and reached for the string of packets on the bedside table.
It seemed to take forever to get it on even though it was probably only a few seconds.
Relief flooded me as I pushed inside her tight heat. I took her mouth, groaning into her as I kept my thrusts slow and easy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me as before and held on as we just enjoyed the sensation.
When she came, her eyes holding mine, it wasn’t just the feel of her coming that made me climax. It was watching Allegra come. It was knowing that I did that. That I took her there.
As I shuddered through my own orgasm, pressing kisses across her cheek and down her throat, I realized that I’d just made love to my wife.
I’d never made love in my life before.
A slice of panic cut through the happiness buzzing between us. But I didn’t want fear to fuck this up, so I pushed it back down as I rolled off her and pulled her into my arms.
Twenty-Three
Jared
“You two are shagging, aren’t you?”
Scowling, I turned to Georgie. My mate smirked at me knowingly. I glanced at the men who stood congregated on the land that would house the glamping pods. Planning permission had been granted and the company I’d hired were out making final deliberations. The pods would be built at their factory in Aberdeen and then driven in pieces to the plot where they’d go up in a matter of days.
“Good thing they can’t hear you.” I huffed.
“Oh, come on. Tell me. I’m right, aren’t I?”
How the hell did he know? I narrowed my eyes.
Georgie snorted. “Jar, despite the fact the police haven’t found who killed our ewe, you’ve joked and laughed more this past week than I’ve seen in years. Plus, Gordon saw you snogging your wife in the car park behind Sloane’s and now everybody knows about it.”
Gordon was a retired businessman who used to own a lot of property here. He was also a gossiping auld bastard. I shook my head. “Fucking villagers.” It was true, though. I had kissed Allegra when we dropped off the eggs at Morag’s. I was apparently incapable of being near her and not touching her. The last week had been a haze of sex and laughter and just feeling right for the first time in forever.
A call from the police informing me that my father had denied killing the ewe was the only dark spot. Without evidence, there was nothing the police could do. I just had to hope my father wasn’t lying and it had been a random attack by a fucked-up tourist passing through.