Page 225 of The Valiant Knight
She was curious and excited at the same time.
“Oh, are we getting married?” she asked, wanting to scream in joy.
He laughed.
“I know most people are not Catholic in Scotland, but you found yourself a man whose family is. Eight children, Gabriella. That’s why I asked about kids. My parents are going to ask you at some point how many children we’re going to have, and the answer is‘whatever the good Lord gives us’. That’s how you charm my parents.”
Honestly, she didn’t mind the idea of kids. She loved children, and it was clear that Finn did too. He was beaming as he spoke about having them.
“Well, we can discuss that when we figure out if your sister likes me.”
He glanced over.
“Uh, no, even if she doesn’t, we’re getting married. I don’t cum in a lady and not plan on marrying her.”
She was curious.
“What about your ex?” she asked.
When he didn’t answer, right away, she apologized for intruding into his private life.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that. It’s none of my business. I have a big mouth.”
Sensing her panic, he didn’t want her worried. He wasn’t offended. He was really just trying to figure out a place to do the deed—as in proposing.
Oddly, since finding her, talking about Rosie didn’t even faze him. It was like Gabby made him feel happiness again.
To calm her down, he explained.
“Mo ghràdh, relax. I’m not upset. I loved Rosie, but she had the wanderlust. I knew that. She wanted to travel, and see the world. Flighty, is what I think you Americans would call it. After two years together, it was more about companionship. I like to cuddle after work and still do. I see now the difference between real love and desperation to have someone who would be with me.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Then, she whispered in his ear.
“Is that all you like to do after work?” she asked, teasing his earlobe.
He laughed.
“Oh, I like lots of things after work, if it’s with you,” he said. “Trust me. I would have rather rolled around with you than cut wood. That wasn’t the only wood at the castle, Lass. I have perpetual morning wood.”
Oh, did he now?
Well, it appeared that Gabby had an idea.
Grabbing the front of his jeans, she flicked open his pants, and he stared down.
“Lass, don’t tease a man…,” he began, and then realized she wasn’t planning on teasing him.
Instead, she was blowing him.
HARD.
“Jesus H. Christ, Gabriella,” he muttered, trying to keep them on the road as she drove him wild with her mouth. When she took him to the base, his balls tucked up into his body, and screamed for release.
This was exactly what he craved about her. Not the blowjob, per se, but how spontaneous she was.
Shit like this didn’t normally happen to him.
