In truth, she would have wed him a month ago when he asked, but Ian and Remy both had demanded that she have the wedding she had planned as a girl so the last month had been a flurry of activity in doing so.
Now, it was all coming to fruition and Gretna couldn’t be more excited.
Turning away from her reflection, she let the rest of the room see her, smiling at their exclamations of excitement at her perfect wedding gown and hair. There was not a single stray hair or a wrinkle in the skirt of her gown, just like she expected.
Iris stepped forward, placing the bouquet of flowers in Gretna’s hand. “Ye truly look lovely, Gretna.”
“Aye, ye do,” Ida added, giving her the handkerchief that was embroidered with her new initials. “A vision.”
Lena stepped forward last, pressing the silver coin in her hand that would go in Gretna’s shoe for good luck. “Remy is simply going tae not know wot tae do.”
Gretna hoped that wasn’t true. The stolen kisses and touches over the last month was not enough.
“Come!” Ida suddenly said, moving to the door. “We are going tae be late.”
That wasn’t something that could happen. The group moved to the door and down the hall, where Ian waited, dressed in his finest tunic, the crown sitting on his head. He smiled when he saw Gretna, holding out his arm for her to take. “Ye are lovely, lass. Da would be so proud of ye today.”
Gretna gave him a smile. “He would be proud of all of us.”
Ian nodded and escorted her down the stairs toward the great hall. “I wish I could talk ye out of marrying the bastard. Tis not too late tae change yer mind.”
Gretna laughed at Ian’s attempt at a jest, knowing that her brother was just as excited about Remy becoming part of their family. He liked to make them worry about his decision, but she knew that he saw the love between them.
“I think I will go through with it,” she smiled.
Ian grumbled but only squeezed her arm as the archway covered in flowers came into view. The entire Wallace clan filled the great hall, some even spilling out into the courtyard to witness the happy union between two of their own.
Flowers were strewn about the path that Gretna and Ian took leading up to where Remy waited patiently. He was dressed in a tunic of white and gold, his ceremonial sword strapped to his back and a smile on his handsome face. When his eyes fell onhers, his expression softened and Gretna wanted to run into his arms, the very place she loved to be.
But she allowed Ian to move her to the right place before the elder that would perform the ceremony, facing the man that she loved more than anything. Remy winked at her and she burst into laughter, her heart filled with love and happiness.
They ate and drank with their clan, dancing until Gretna’s feet ached. Finally, Remy gathered her into his arms, bringing her against his hard body. “Are ye ready tae have some time alone, lass?” he murmured into her ear, their bodies swaying to the music.
Gretna’s cheeks heated. “Aye,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “I am.”
He grinned and released her, taking her hand so that they could move through the crowd and to the stairs. Once they reached the first step, he swung her up in his arms, causing Gretna to squeal with laughter. She grasped at his neck with her arms as he started up the stairs, resting her head against his chest. Gretna was so happy in ways she couldn’t even begin to understand and this was only the beginning.
She couldn’t wait to see what the years brought them.
When he reached her chamber, Remy kicked the door shut with his boot before lowering her to her bed. “Ye took mah breath away today, lass,” he said, removing her slippers from her feet. “I have never seen anything more lovely than ye.”
His words pierced her very soul and she reached for him, pulling him down into a kiss. To her disappointment, Remy pressed his lips to hers quickly before pulling back.
“Nay,” he told her. “I want tae see ye.”
Gretna blushed as she had all night at the ribald calls and crude remarks from the clan about the time between Remy and her. “I donna know.” She was so innocent when it came to what happened behind closed doors, but her husband was not.
He gave her a gentle smile, pulling her to a seated position. “Donna worry, Gretna, mah love. I will teach ye all that ye need tae know.” With that, his fingers started to work on the laces of her bodice, his lips pressing against her neck. Gretna gasped and threaded her hands through his hair, undoing the leather tie that had held his hair back from his face. Suddenly, she couldn’t touch him enough.
Remy eased the bodice off her shoulders before teasing the straps of her chemise with his fingers, his lips moving down over her collarbone. With each touch of his lips, he left a fiery path and Gretna found herself wanting him to move lower, like a wanton.
He didn’t disappoint. Soon her breasts were exposed to the air and his lips were wrapped around her taut nipple, causing her to gasp at the odd sensation. Her husband chuckled against her skin.
“Ye like that?”
She looked at him. “Aye.” That feeling was back, the one that sent delicious warmth through her lower region, causing her to ache unbearably.
He did it again to the other side and by the time Gretna was panting, Remy pulled back. “Lift yer hips, love.”
