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Chapter31

Buckie

My beautiful wife to be is pottering around in one of our kitchens in the castle. As I watch her, I think about all the times I wanted to tell her how much I loved her all those years ago. We were young and stupid back then and I know we’d only have fucked it all up. I’ve always held her as the gold standard when it comes to relationships. I had resigned myself to the fact that she’d be the one biggest regret I ever had. Now we are looking at a wonderful life together and our careers are about to go from strength to strength.

“What?” she asks as she turns, dishcloth in hand, and catches me staring at her.

“Nothing. Just admiring my beautiful fiancée.”

“Aww, shucks, but you’re being weird. Doe eyes do not suit you Mr Owen ‘Buckie’ Buchanan.”

“Oh, is that right?” I smile at her as I stand, my gaze on her hot and seductive and she gasps.

“Buckie there’s people in the house. Now behave yourself.”

Dragging one of the bar stools across the room, I wedge it under the handle. I stalk towards her, making her back up against the worktop.

“You’re telling me to behave myself when you’re walking around the house like that. With your messy hair and your sexy dishcloth?”

“Oh, you think this is sexy do you. Great to know I don’t need to make an effort now that we’re getting married.” She hops up onto the counter and puts her legs around me, pulling me in towards her with her feet.

“Hmm on that note. What are your thoughts on our wedding? I had an idea but I’m not so sure it’ll appeal to you.” We’ve been so busy since we moved into the castle a few weeks ago that we haven’t discussed our wedding plans much.

“Hit me with it. I’ve no idea what to do or when. But I do think we should look at doing it soon. By the look of things our schedules are about to get crazy.”

True to her word, Zara took my suggestion of going global and ran with it. In fact, she moved so fast on it I didn’t have time to process it. She’s already sought out a perfect location in Malibu to open a new bar. She’s a savvy businesswoman and hasn’t gone in all guns blazing trying to go too big, too fast. A small brand builder will work wonders for her, and at her insistence we’ve kept the Malibu house. She was spot on when she said it would be a good base to work from whenever we’re in the States.

“How do you fancy eloping? I know it’s not what you probably imagined your wedding to be. But it’s quick, hassle free and we can do it in secret, meaning the press won’t be there to ruin it.”

She cocks her head to the side and smiles at me. “Buckie you’ve made my day. It’s going to be one less thing to throw into the mix right now. Obviously, we both know where we need to go then.”

“Gretna Green,” both of us say together.

The runaway marriage town in the Scottish borders.

“Yeah baby, Gretna here we come.” I lean in and kiss her, and she pulls me in tighter to her with her legs.

“How much do you think we’ll get away with before someone tries to get in here?” She whispers against my lips.

“Let’s see.”

Loosening myself from her grip, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them down her legs. I smile with utter delight when I see she’s gone commando.

“Oh, fuck yes Zar,” I growl at her as I discard the black garment.

I don’t have time to contemplate my own actions when she grabs my hair and pulls me right between her legs. The sweet, familiar smell of her ignites my senses and I run my tongue right up the centre of her. Flicking her clit when I reach the top. She lets out a low squeal and I laugh against her, making her squirm.

“You okay?”

“Fuck yes,” she says on a breath, throwing her head back and writhing on the counter.

I insert a finger into her, and she bucks against it. Adding another I push them in to the hilt, hitting her as deep as I can go as I lick and suck on her clit. She hooks her leg over my shoulder and pulls me in closer to her, riding my hand and my mouth and almost suffocating me. But what better way to die than pleasing your woman? Adding a third finger and hooking them inside her has her body going off like a rocket.

“Oh fuck, Buckie… fuck,” she pants as she swirls her hips.

I suck hard on her clit and look up at her to find her with one breast exposed. She’s tweaking her nipple, her eyes closed and a look of pure ecstasy on her face. My cock is so hard, boy scouts could camp under my jogging trousers. Freeing myself with my free hand, I can’t help but give it a few pumps to relieve the tension.

“Buck I’m so close, don’t stop.”

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