Page 93 of Gift-Wrapped in a Kilt

"We have more than three hours until you meet Rory again. What should we do?"

"Got a plan for that." He whipped a keyring out of his pocket, the Jaguar logo tag dangling from it. "Rory and Emery lent us the Jag. Thought we could go Christmas shopping in the village. What do you say?"

She couldn't help it. She squealed and hopped up and down on her toes. "Yes! Yes! I need to buy presents for all my sisters — Cat and Fiona, and the American Wives Club."

"Guess I better buy something for your brothers too. In the name of sucking up."

His smirk and the sparkle in his eyes made her heart swell. The old Gavin was back, for good.

No matter what Rory did this afternoon.

Gavin hustled her out the door to where the Jag was parked in the driveway. He hooked the keyring around his finger and twirled it. "Wanna drive?"

"Me?" Jamie flung herself at him, arms around his neck, and peppered his face and mouth with a flurry of quick kisses. "Lachlan won't let me drive his Aston Martin. Now I get to drive a Jaguar? Yes, I'd love to."

She kissed him harder, her pulse quickening as their mouths opened and their tongues tangled. He hoisted her off her feet, his hands under her bottom, and deepened the kiss even more. When he set her on her feet again, she was breathless and flushed.

He pinched her bottom and handed her the car key. "It's all yours, babe."

Jamie snagged the key. Gavin swung the driver's door open to let her slide in behind the wheel. The seat felt so nice with its soft, buttery leather. Adjusted to fit Emery, the position of the seat suited Jamie perfectly too. She turned the key in the ignition and then sat there for a moment listening to the engine purr like a kitten.

Time to awaken the beast.

She shifted the Jag into gear and floored the accelerator. The engine roared, and the sports car shot through the massive gateway to rocket down the long drive through the woods.

When they bounced over a pothole, Gavin said, "Slow down, Jamie. We want to be alive when we get to Loch Fairbairn, not a couple of meat sacks plastered to the seats."

Jamie laughed, having more fun than she had in ages, but she eased up on the accelerator.

Gavin flashed her a look of affectionate exasperation. "I learned another new thing about you. Jamie MacTaggart is a speed demon."

She laughed again. "I see why Emery loves this car."

"You can let loose again when we get to that straight stretch on the road to the village." He laid a hand on her thigh. "Think I might've created a monster, though. A sweet, sexy little demon with a hunger for speed."

"That's not all I'm hungry for." She stroked the steering wheel the same way she liked to stroke every part of him. "Emery swears this car is an aphrodisiac. I think she's right."

"Mm, yeah." Gavin shifted his hand to her inner thigh. "How do you think Rory would feel about us getting it on in his wife's car?"

"He'd have a seizure. But after what he did on Thanksgiving, it would serve him right to have his car defiled."

"Emery wouldn't care."

"No, she wouldn't. And this ishercar, even if Rory did pay for it."

Gavin skated his hand higher up her inner thigh. "Find a secluded spot to pull over, then you can take a different kind of ride."

"I do love the feel of a powerful machine at my command."

She stopped the car in the middle of the driveway. The trees and distance from the house ensured no one would see or hear them unless Rory or Emery decided to take the Mercedes for a drive. Maybe Jamie should've worried about that, about being discovered in the midst of riding her favorite machine, but she didn't give a damn.

Gavin groaned when she shimmied out of her panties while still in her seat. When she got to her knees and swung over to straddle him in the passenger seat, his breathing grew labored and his erection blossomed.

He unzipped his pants and freed his shaft.

She lowered her body onto his length, slowly, deliberately, loving the sensation of his hardness penetrating her.

"Jamie," he groaned. "Let's defile this car good."

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