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“Now see what a nice fish I caught,” he said.
“Just don’t roast me over the fire.”
“Oh, nae. But I do have a spit I’d like to put ye on.”
His erection brushed against her butt cheeks, hot and hard.
“Well,” she murmured. “I don’t mind being put on that spit.”
She kissed him, and his lips were soft and giving, but also demanding, and she was more than happy to grant him whatever he wanted from her. Their tongues met, gliding, sliding, playing, and teasing until they were both breathless. Amber was burning with need, and the strange sensation of being weightless in the water added an edge to her excitement, a new sense of relaxation and softness.
“Gentle and slow?” he asked.
“Oh no, baby. Hard and fast. This water thing is amazing.”
She grinded her pelvis against his hips to show him she was ready, and he gently guided himself in her depths. In one hard plunge, he was deep within her, and she shifted her hips to meet him.
She gasped as he stretched her to the limit, his heat invading her. He was diving inside of her, his breath gusted hard against her throat. She welcomed him even deeper, taking him all the way to the root.
He began to move faster, gliding in and out, precisely and relentlessly, and yet smoothly and easily. Every rock-hard inch of him brought her pleasure. He whispered how good she felt to him, how he never wanted to stop, how beautiful she was.
In no time at all, she was coming. A violent wave came over her, and she yelped at its intensity. She bucked and tilted her head back as convulsions slammed through her.
He stiffened and cried out her name like he were unraveling and couldn’t stop. They shared a moan, breathing as one. When they both finally stilled, Owen simply held her in his arms, and she enjoyed the scent of him, the feel of him around her. She watched the unprecedented beauty of the nature around them. No noise of cars, no white stripes from airplanes in the sky, no smell of gasoline. No pollution.
The nature was pure and rough around them. And she felt as if she were part of it, dissolving in its beauty.
“I’m so blessed,” she said looking at him. “You are the highlight of my life, the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
He brought her closer to him. “I love ye, Amber.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered and kissed him.
They swam a little in the loch, then got out and ate some bread and cheese they had with them. It was already afternoon, and they wanted to reach Glenkeld before nightfall. The whole clan was gathered there to celebrate the official bestowment of Lorne to Neil Cambel, Owen’s uncle.
They arrived before sunset. When they entered the great hall of Glenkeld, Amber saw that the majority of Cambels had already arrived, and the room swarmed with people. The aromatic scents of roasted meat and freshly baked bread spread through the air.
Dougal and Chief Neil sat at the high table, and Amber looked through the crowd for Amy and Kate. She spotted both women sitting next to Craig and Ian and made her way to them.
“There you are!” Kate exclaimed, standing upright and extending her arms to Amber.
They hugged, Kate’s scent enveloping Amber. She always smelled like home and something like vanilla, although Amber knew it was impossible, because there was no vanilla in medieval Europe.
They’d met at Amber and Owen’s wedding and, like with Amy, they’d immediately understood each other well. Kate was different from anyone Amber had connected with in the twenty-first century. She was soft and sweet, but there was a hard core within her, and a strength of character that Amber admired right away.
Amy joined the hug.
“That’s right. Let’s give everyone a reason to stare,” Amber said.
“I don’t care,” Kate said. “I’m so happy to see you girls.” They broke off the hug, and Amber went to sit on the opposite side of the table next to Owen. “I was waiting for you to join us, because I made something special.”
There was a large plate on the table covered with a linen cloth. Amy leaned in a little and sniffed. “What did you make?”
Ian cocked his head and chuckled mysteriously. “She let me try it, just a little piece.” He looked around, and when no one was listening, he leaned forward and added in a low voice, “’tis a little piece of heaven from yer time.”
Amber said, “Oh my God, what is it? I’m dying to know now!”
Kate giggled and lifted the linen. The plate contained a significant pile of doughnuts.
