Page 77 of Gift-Wrapped in a Kilt

"Yes, aye, yes."

He grinned with all the carnal hunger of the sex demon he'd called her. "Thank you, babe. You won't regret it."

"I —"

She lost her voice and her breath when he pounded into her, pinning her to the wall and bouncing her body on his cock with each wild thrust. She couldn't squelch the cries that exploded out of her, and his throaty yells reverberated off the tile walls. Her climax struck so suddenly and with such power it ripped a scream from her throat even as her body gripped him, pulsating and milking his shaft until he came inside her, his release a hot jet of pure ecstasy.

"Gavin," she whispered, dissolving into him, gasping for air.

He let his head fall to her shoulder. "God, Jamie, you're amazing."

As her thoughts cleared, a realization spurred her to lift her head and push his off her shoulder. When he looked at her, she gave his cheek a halfhearted slap. "You bastard. Proposing to me in the middle of sex?"

"Yeah, I did that." He kissed her quick. "You wanna take back your answer?"

"No, not in the least."

She couldn't take it back. Marrying him was everything she'd wanted since the day they'd met.

A tentative knock rattled the door. "Um, Jamie? Are you in there?"

"Mhac na ghalla," she hissed under her breath, then turned her head to shout at the door. "Emery?"

"Yep, it's me." Emery hesitated. "We're about to have dessert. Rory wanted to track you two down, but I had a feeling I should do it. I'm assuming Gavin's in there too."

Emery must've heard them. Nobody standing outside the door could've missed the racket they'd made. Andbod an Donais, here she was with Gavin's cock lodged inside her while she talked to her sister-in-law through the door.

"Go on back to the great hall," she said. "We're coming."

A snort suggested Emery was stifling a laugh. "I'm sure you are."

Footsteps indicated Emery had left the vicinity.

Gavin disengaged from her body, robbing her of the delicious heat and firmness of him. He set her down on her feet and steadied her when her shaky legs threatened to buckle. Giving her bottom a little pat, he said, "Better get back to the festivities, hmm?"

He looked far too pleased with himself.

Then again, she must've looked equally satisfied.

She wilted into him. "You might have to carry me."

"Yes, ma'am." He disposed of the condom, zipped up his pants, threw the door open. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her out into the hall. "Should I put you over my shoulder?"

"Don't you dare." She wriggled in his arms. "I was joking, Gavin. Put me down."

"Not yet."

He lugged her through the vestibule and took the steps two at a time — strictly to show off, no doubt. When they reached the threshold of the great hall, he deposited her on her feet.

She faced the family gathered around the table and saw… Rory smiling.

Not a grin or even a full smile. His mouth formed a subdued expression of knowing and self-satisfaction like he'd done something grand and nobody knew about it because he wasn't going to tell.

What was her brother up to?

Rory wouldn't let on until it suited him. His plans had something to do with Gavin, that much was clear.

Her fiancé slapped a hand on her ass and gave her a little push. "Hurry up. We've got news to share."

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