Page 54 of A Plaid Case of Loving Ye
Nicola’s grin looked reluctant as she took Ramsay’s hand once more. “That’s remarkable. Who would’ve thought that all ‘twas required to cure her was for me toleave? That will make yer life much easier, I suspect.”
“Aye, but…” Coira crossed her arms and shook her head with a sigh. “Da is already eying his sons-in-law and wondering which one will be laird next.”
Ramsay remembered what Nicola had told him about the whole stupid situation. “And do any of them actually want to be laird?”
His wife answered before her sister could. “Nay! Kenneth and Kester and ye are all lairds, or will be. And Brodie and Pherson are pleased with their place among the Oliphants.”
“And they have nae experience leading a clan,” growled Coira.
Nicola shook her head sympathetically. “Think of it this way; if any of usaregoing to have bairns, we’ll no’ have them until next year, aye? So that will give ye a while to figure out a way out of this mess.”
Coira merely frowned. “I dinnae think thereisa way out…”
Since his wife was starting to look disheartened as well, Ramsay stepped behind her and slipped his arms around her middle. “Dinnae fash, ladies.”
“I can fash if I want to,” grumbled Coira.
He had to grin at her bad mood. “Well, ‘tis my wedding day, and I’m determined to make my wife smile.” When he flexed his hips forward, the globes of her arse cradled his cock, which was quickly making itself known. “Do ye mind if I steal her away for a bit of…dancing?”
Coira rolled her eyes and turned to Robena. “Let’s go rescue yer husband—I saw him arm-wrestling two of Ramsay’s brothers at once—afore I came over. We can leave these two to theirsignificant-pausedancing.”
Laughing, Robena slid her arm through her sister’s and dragged her away. Ramsay felt Nicola exhale then press her arse back against him.
Aye, he was definitely getting hard, and she knew it.
“Well, husband? Ye wanted to do some…dancing.”
Humming, he nuzzled her neck and was gratified when she tipped her head to one side to grant him better access.
“I could think of someotherkind of dancing we could be doing,” he murmured.
Giggling, she turned in his arms and snaked her hands around to press against his back. “I love ye, husband. Take me away from all of this.”
Gladly.
* * *
Nicola couldn’t stopher laughter as she and her new husband tumbled into the chambers which now belonged to them both.
“Ye’re anxious to begin, eh?” he teased, reaching for the ties of her flame-red gown.
“Aye, I am.” Her giggles continued as she helped him peel the silk away. “But we must be quiet, my love. Ye have a huge family and I dinnae want them to hear what we’re getting up to.”
But he scoffed good-naturedly. “These walls are made of stone and I dinnae have to share a bed with George any longer. I like ye better,” he murmured as he kissed her neck.
“Mmmm. I like ye better too. But I meant—” She gasped, then sighed, as his tongue teased the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “We need some privacy, husband.”
“Husband. I like the way ye say that. So, ye think we need our own space? Paul was talking about building a cottage down in the village for a bit of privacy, mayhap returning in the winter months to the keep. Does that appeal to ye?”
Likely it did, but that was the moment he cupped her breasts through the linen of her chemise, and Nicola couldn’t remember what in damnation they’d been speaking about.
“Of course, if we stayed in the village, we’d no’ be able to leave Relic in the nursery with my little sisters.” His free hand untied her chemise, and when it gaped open, his fingers found her nipple. “Which means he’d no’ have a nurse to watch him, which meanswe’dhave to—”
“Ramsay,” she groaned, arching against his touch, “Whatareye going on about?”
“Privacy, love. We could have time and space away from my family, at least until I become laird, but ‘twould be harder to find time to make love to ye with Relic constantly—”
“Relic doesnae care!” She pulled at his kilt. “He’s a bairn, he doesnae ken differently,” she gasped. “Aye, Ramsay,there. Do that again.”
