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He pushes up onto his elbow, his gaze lazily sweeping down my body and then back up. He readjusts my hair and then bends down, lightly brushing his lips over mine. I cup his face, stubble rough against my palms, and keep him there, deepening the kiss. I use the element of surprise to push his shoulder until he's lying flat on the rock, and then climb on top of him, sliding my pussy along his shaft until he's notched at my entrance. I watch the ecstasy flood his eyes as I lower my weight, groaning as he stretches me, touching every part of me.

"I swear we were made to fit together," I pant, rolling my hips. He groans in agreement, fingers digging into my hips as he tries to keep control. I pick up my pace, dragging my clit over his public bone, climbing for the peak strong and fast.

"Jesus Christ, Isla!" His hands clamp down, freezing me in place. With a growl, he lifts me off his body, setting me down on all fours beside him. Before I can protest, he's behind me, spreading my cheeks and licking me from pussy to ass. I can't even pretend to be embarrassed when it feels so fucking good.

"You like that, Sunflower?" he murmurs, running his tongue along that tight muscle.

I drop to my elbows, pushing my ass out to give him better access, muffling my moans against my arm.

"Don't be shy. I want to hear you, baby."

He pushes two fingers into my cunt, then presses his tongue against my ass, breaching the muscle, and I swear I see God. My moan echoes off the surrounding rocks, and I feel him smile against me. "Good girl. I think it's time to go back to the cottage so I can fuck you properly."

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"What do you have going on for the next week?" Henry asks me as I take my place at the dinner table. I ease myself down, mindful of the slight soreness from the thorough workover Theo gave me last night. I snatch a piece of fresh-baked bread out of the basket Dylan sets on the table, my ring catching my eye. Theo thought we should wait to mention it so it didn't pressure his brothers, but I refused to take the ring off. I told them over breakfast this morning, and they answered with whoops, hollers, and long, drawn-out kisses. It was the best response I could have possibly asked for. I blink back tears as I chew my bite of bread, stalling so they won’t hear the emotion in my voice.

"It will mostly be getting ready for the party. I have people to do the set-up and tear-down, but I still need to be there to make sure it's done right. Plus, I always make the flower arrangements myself."

"Why's that?" Dylan asks, sitting beside me as Theo brings a heavenly-smelling dish to the table.

"Because I've never felt like I got my money's worth when other people do it. It's not like they did a bad job, it’s just never what I envisioned."

"In other words, you weren't in control," Henry says, his voice low and raspy. "Do you like being in control, Isla?"

I lick my lips, and his pupils blow wide. "It depends on the situation." I wink, smiling as an adorable blush creeps up his cheeks.

"So what does that mean for our date schedule?" Theo asks, plunking a glass of water in front of me and ordering me to drink as he sits down.

I obey, taking several gulps before I answer. "It means it's going to be completely screwed up. I don't know why I didn't think about that when I originally suggested it."

"We'll survive. Henry needs the time with you. Why don't the two of you take the weekend? Then we can focus on helping you get everything ready next week.”

"Really?" I ask, looking between him and Dylan. They both nod.

"It's important you're with Henry before next weekend, Isla. If this weekend is the only time you have open, then that needs to be a priority."

I look over at Henry, and I'm not going to lie—it looks like he's going to have a heart attack. "Are you okay?" I laugh, reaching over to pat his hand.

He swallows hard. "I knew it was coming, but I wasn't expecting the day after tomorrow. I have some planning to do."

"We can just stay here," I suggest, wanting to take the stress out of the situation for him.

"Absolutely not. This needs to be one of the best nights of your life. I want you to remember it forever."

"I'm sure I'll remember it forever, no matter where we are."

He lifts my hand to his lips, kissing the base of my thumb. "Only the best for my girl," he whispers, his lips moving against my skin.

"When you have time, why don't you write to-do list for next week so we can stay organized?" Theo suggests, motioning for me to take a bite of food.

"Will do. How are the guest suites coming?" I ask, taking a giant bite, chewing and then opening my mouth like a sassy brat to show him I swallowed it. I roll my eyes at his scowl.

"We only have trim left unless Jack comes up with a new project for us," Henry says, relief in his voice.

"Have you heard anything on the visa yet?" I ask, looking between them.

"We have an appointment in Glasgow in two weeks. They refused to give us a visa just for the pub. If we open a construction business, they'll allow residency. It has something to do with the skills needed in the community," Dylan explains.

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