Mine does.
“So, is it true that you pulled out a pistol and shot your uncle like Annie Oakley, then?” Martina leans forward, eyes glittering with interest.
“Maybe not the best conversation for the pre-wedding game, fam,” Edin says.
“He was trying to kill Kai,” I say a little defensively. “I didn’t have a choice. Even his family doesn’t seem too upset about it.” I won’t ever forget it. That I killed a human being. I won’t forget his face and the blood. So much blood. But I’ll never be sorry I did it.
“How did you learn to shoot like that?” Martina asks.
“Please. I’m fromIowa. We have more guns than people. And my pop took me hunting with him sometimes.”
“I’m sorry they’re not here.” Isobel is so damn sweet. “We have their wedding picture on the chairs meant for the parents of the bride.”
“And a picture of your grandfather, too,” adds Sloan.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, will ya stop makin’ her cry?” Kenna races at me, waving her hands. “We dinna have all day for this shite.”
A knock on the door saves us from a cosmetic-related disaster, and everyone does that smirking thing again.
“What?” I sniffle a bit.
“Another MacTavish family tradition,” Isobel laughs. “We’ll be taking our leave now.”
As they quickly file out, Kai walks in, resplendent in his kilt and black Prince Charlie jacket, with his dark hair tousled and sexy. His thick thighs and muscled calves flex as he walks, and it is insanely arousing.
“You’re so hot.” I blurt out, and he laughs.
“I think it’s my job to tell ya how bonnie ya are.” His gaze moves slowly down my dress, a simple cream-colored silk with a long, embroidered train. “And ya are, my bride. So beautiful. In fact, I’m thankful my sporran might be covering my reaction to ya.”
I glance down and groan. “How can you be hard right now?”
“I’m always hard around ya, little fox. It makes getting work done a wee bit difficult.” He grins at me shamelessly, kissing my hands.
Scooping me up, he settles on the window seat overlooking the grounds with me on his lap. “I’ve heard the stories about what the MacTavish men do when they visit their brides in the Dowager House. Not exactly what ya wanna hear about your Da and Mum.” He looks a bit ill at the thought as I laugh. “But I’m not here to ravish ya.”
“Oh? And why not?”
“Because…” His huge, warm hands are running up and down my sides, gently squeezing my waist. “Because tonight, I’m gonna take ya to our honeymoon retreat…”
“Yes?” I ask a bit breathlessly.
“It’s a grand place, with a forest behind it.” His hands are hovering dangerously near my breasts before he pulls one away and puts a box on my lap.
Pulling off the lid, I stare at what’s inside.
A wolf mask.
It’s impressively lifelike; the fur looks real, and the muzzle is designed with the lips drawn back and fangs snarling.
“Oh… Well, shit.” I gulp.
“I want ya to think about it, little fox.” His lips are right next to my ear, brushing my skin, and I shiver. “The dark forest and me behind ya, howling like the monster of your dreams and nightmares, chasing ya down and fucking ya on all fours.”
My nipples are diamond points, clearly visible in the thin silk bodice and I groan, rubbing my ass against his erection.
“The pine trees and the wind witnessing me mounting ya, making ya come over and over till ya beg me to stop.” His voice drops to a growl, and he gives my earlobe a sharp nip, tugging at my diamond earring. “But I won’t. Not till I’ve had enough and I decide when we’re done.”
My mouth is opening and closing, but nothing is coming out but a high little whine.
