I do.
Legs shaking in my bonds, clenching down on him, holding him inside me feeling the heat of him fill me up and Mason collapses across me, brushing the hair back from my sweaty face and whispering, “My good girl. Sucha good girl.”
Chapter Forty-Three
In which Mason is a bit more into MacTavish tradition than he’s willing to admit. Also, whatisTalon’s real name?
Mason…
“So, did ye go and defile your bride in the Dowager House, just the way all MacTavish men have?” Kai hands me a whisky shot, tapping his glass to mine before downing his in a single swallow.
“I am aware of this tradition and in the kind of detail that I really did not want to know,” I shudder. “I did not. I did, however, give my bride another MacTavish experience.”
“Oh?” Ethan muscles in with even more shots. “What did ye do, ye twisted bastard?”
I smile, hiding it with my glass. “I kidnapped her. That proper arranged marriage ceremony in Seattle was rubbish.”
***
The night before…
“Wake up, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.”
Afton’s eyes popped open, wide, and startled. We’d been playing around with ‘Daddy’ in bed and given her multiple orgasms, I think she appreciates it.
“What are you doing here?” she gasped. “What if one of the girls catches you?” The blood drained from her face. “What if the Lady Elspeth finds you here?”
“Here” being the Dowager House on the MacTavish estate, a replica of the main house in miniature and where my grandmother insists that the about to be (re)married brides spend the night before the ceremony. It’s a ridiculous conceit, since each one of us had already had carnal relations with our brides.
Many, many times.
Afton had obediently disappeared into her beautifully decorated prison in the afternoon, leaving me with my idiot cousins all intent on getting me shit-faced before my “big day.”
But back to my bride, lying in this prim and proper room with my sisters snoring blissfully, one at the foot of the bed and the other draped on the velvet settee by the window. They were drunk enough that setting off a nuclear bomb in the garden wouldn’t wake them, but I wasn’t sure about Sloan, Arabella, and Luna in the other bedroom.
“Shh, baby. You don’t want to wake up your guests, do you?” I helped her sit up, smoothing back her hair.
“I think this is against the rules,” she said doubtfully.
“It isn’t. Though this is.” Throwing a bag over her head and smothering her startled yelp, I hoisted her over my shoulder and left the room. She required a slap on her ass when she attempted to protest as I carried her down the stairs and into the backseat of my Maserati SUV.
She looked so fucking delicious, lying there on the black leather seat with her pretty pink nightgown sliding up her thighs. “I’m tying your hands and strapping your seatbelt in,” I’d told her. “Be my good girl and I will make it worth your while.” There was some grumbling, but she stayed where I’d put her.
The MacTavish family’s church - where we rarely go to worship aside from my grandmother - was lit up by a multitude of candles when I pulled in. Parking and freeing Afton from her bonds, I enjoyed her look of utter confusion.
“Why are we here?”
“I’m sure all the MacTavish women have told you their touching stories about being more or less kidnapped by their husbands?” I ask, pulling a garment bag from the front seat.
“More or less, absolutely,” she laughed. “That still doesn’t explain why we’re parked in front of a Catholic chapel at…” she twisted my wrist to look at my Patek Philippe watch, “at just after midnight?”
“It occurs to me, my darling wife, that I did not follow in the MacTavish family tradition. Which is, of course, kidnapping our bride and compelling them to marry us.”
She burst into laughter. “I think we passed that window of opportunity, husband.”
“Never.” I kissed her hand. “As it happens, my father dragged my poor mother into this church - at gunpoint - to have the late Father Barclay marry them.”
Her eyes darted to my suit jacket. “You- you’re not carrying, right? And if you think this story is romantic and meant to make me all soft and emotional? I’m angling more towards acute fear right now.”
