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As we eat and drink, less-traditional music fills the hall on the speakers as islanders start dancing to lively tunes. Freya whispers something to the DJ, then calls me over just as the first few notes of “Rock the Boat” fill the hall. “Come on Fiona! You’re leading us!” Shyly, I walk over to the center of the dance floor, surrounded by my female friends and cousins, teaching them the steps with Carol Ann and Freya by my side. The children join in, too, their laughter echoing off the stone walls.
Afterward, I take a break with Callum, clapping and laughing as we watch the others. A slower song comes on. Callum stands, offering me his hand. “One more dance. I can’t get enough of ye.”
I take his hand. “I’ll never deny you another dance as long as I live.”
“Ever?” he echoes.
“Never.”
“Though I’m glad ye did that day. If you had danced with me at the Hobgoblin that night, I may have stolen you right then and there. And I wouldnae have learned everything ye taught me about being a better man before I became your husband.”
I’m speechless as he leads me to the center of the hall, where other couples are already slowly twirling around in circles. We join them, moving to the rhythm of the music, our bodies swaying together in perfect harmony.
Watching how he moves—especially in that pink kilt—I feel warm and wet. I can’t believe this big, handsome Viking of a man is all mine.
“You’re my husband,” I giggle.
“And you’re my wee wife.” He smiles. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
The dance is so invigorating, the smile on his face so sexy, I want him. I pull him close, whispering in his ear, “What do ye think about sneaking away for a moment?”
He hears the desire in my voice and sees the naughty glint in my eye. “To consummate our marriage?”
“Aye.”
“Where?” he asks. “Has to be somewhere special. You only get one first time after your wedding.”
I think of the loveliest place on the island. A spot I’ve always run to in times of happiness or need for solace. “The top of the cliffs? Feels like you can see the edge of the world from up there.”
“I’ll grab a blanket, pretend you’re going for a wee?—”
My bladder takes this moment to push against me. “Well, I do have to…go.”
“You always do,” he laughs. “I’ll meet you behind the hall in five.”
It takes five solid minutes to make my way through the congratulatory crowd. Luckily, I’m the only one in the bathroom. Careful with the dress, I have a quick wee, and wash my hands, then sneak out the back.
The night air caresses my curls and cools my warm face. He steps out of the shadows, that bright-pink kilt bringing me another smile. He has a tartan blanket over one arm, and he wraps the other around me.
I relish the breeze, the lovely night sky, and the moment of solitude with him.
On the beach, the moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the sands as we walk hand in hand, leaving behind the joyous revelry of our wedding feast. We only have a few moments of peace while my rowdy brothers prepare the beach bonfire.
The moonlight reflects in Callum's eyes. I look into his eyes and know he will love me forever. “Come here.” He pulls me close in an embrace so warm and protective, I know he’ll take care of me, too.
My happily ever after.
My veil billows around me like a cloud in the breeze as he kisses me, his lips warm and demanding against mine. The salty sea air mixes with the heady scent of whisky still lingering on our breath, creating an intoxicating blend that fuels the fire between us.
He spreads the blanket over the soft grass.
As we sit on the soft blanket, the fabric of my dress crinkling beneath us, our hands roam freely over each other's bodies as we kiss. He’s careful with the dress, rolling it up to my waist to keep from creasing it. “Lift,” he says, pulling my silky white lace panties over my hips—a gift from my bridal shower, along with a matching white corset he’ll get to see later when we have more time.
He tucks the panties in a corner of the blanket.
I reach under his kilt. My hand feels no fabric, meeting his warm, naked skin. His cock is big and hard and ready. “Nothing underneath!” I wrap my hand around his cock, willing the blush to leave my face.
“I came prepared.” He gives a deep growl as I smooth my hand lightly up and down over him. “Don’t lay down—I’d have to spank you if you ruined those pretty curls.”
