We complete the walk through of the house with our final stop in the master bedroom. “That concludes our tour of the inside. I’ll give you a little time to look around on your own and we’ll finish up in the backyard when you’re ready,” Ani says.
Sin comes up to me from behind and wraps his arms around my expanding waist. “What do you really think?”
“Of course I love it, but it’s so big. We’ll never fill six bedrooms.”
“But we’ll have them just in case.” He kisses the side of my neck and chills erupt down my body. “Can you see us going to bed in this room every night?”
“Not in this peachy beige color, I can’t.”
“Imagine the walls in a different color. Something more suited to our style.”
When I picture this as our bedroom, I envision cream and pale blue posh linens. “I can definitely see it.”
He twists me so we’re facing the bed. “Now imagine waking up right there to our wee ones climbing all over us.”
It isn’t a hard image to conjure. “I can see us being happy here.”
“And my parents are just down the road. Mum can come at a moment’s notice when you need her.”
“Which will please her to no end.” I’m certain Isobel is pulling for this house.
He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom across the hall. “Imagine this bed gone and two cribs in its place.”
“With what color walls?” I’m curious to know if he has an opinion.
“Your choice.”
I already know how I’m going to decorate the nursery, regardless of gender. “Gray and yellow is what I want for boys or girls.”
“You can have any and everything you want for this house, Bonny.”
He’s being very accommodating. “You’re trying to sell me on this one harder than Ani.”
“Because I can see us here as a happy family.”
He wants this one. I can tell. “Do you even want to look at the others?”
His lone dimple makes an appearance. “Would you be terribly angry if I told you I already had?”
I’m not sure if I should be pissed off because he went without me, or relieved that I don’t have to traipse through more houses today.
“They aren’t nearly as wonderful as this one but I’m more than happy to look again with you.”
I’m leaning toward being peeved now that I’m thinking about it. “I can’t believe you went house shopping without me.”
“Think of it as a preliminary to narrow down the choices.”
A single house doesn’t qualify as choices. “Seems you’ve narrowed it down to one.”
“But you do love it, don’t you?”
What’s not to love? “I do. Very much.”
“Would you be terribly angry if I told you I’d already made an earnest payment on it? There was another couple looking at it. I didn’t want them to buy it out from under us before we had a chance to look.”
I would’ve been heartbroken if someone else bought this house. “I’m not mad.”
“Thank God.”
I laugh aloud. “We have a house.”
“We have this house.”
“I love it. I really do.”
Sin puts his arms around me. He scoops me from the floor and spins me full circle before returning my feet to the floor.
I cradle his face with my hands and plant a kiss on his mouth. “I love you so much.”
He pulls me close and kisses me like crazy in the room where our babies will one day sleep.
“I want to bring Ellison out to see it as soon as possible. And Isobel. I want her help with decorating.”
“Don’t let my mum fool you. She has someone to do all her decorating.”
I don’t care. This is my first real house. And I’m the wife of a leader. Fellowship events will be held here. I want it to look great. “Then I want to hire your mom’s decorator.”
“I told you, Bonny. Anything you want is fine with me. Always.”
“When do we get to move in?”
“Should be ours first of next month.” Much sooner than I thought.
I place my hand over my growing tummy. “Another chapter in our story.”
“The happily ever after part.”
* * *
Sin was successful at distracting me yesterday with the house. Now it’s day two. He wouldn’t tell me his plans but he says he has another full day planned for us. I’m glad. Otherwise I’d be preoccupied by Todd Cockburn.
“Wakey wakey, Mrs. Breckenridge.”
“No! Go away. It’s too early.”
He tickles the tip of my nose. It’s annoying so I slap at him. “Stop.”
He tickles the inside of my nostril this time. Feels like he’s picking it. Ugh!
“Wake up, Bonny.”
“I’m awake!” I yawn and groan loudly while stretching. I feel a sudden, sharp pain in my lower abdomen. “Oh!”
My reflex is to turn on my side, bend my legs, and bring them to my belly. The change of position instantly relieves the discomfort.
“What’s wrong?”
I massage the area above the bend of my leg. “Sharp pain in my groin.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I stretched and it felt like I pulled something. The pain stopped when I brought my legs up.”
“Aye. I remember reading about that. It said it’s worse with twins because your womb is growing so rapidly.”
Bound for him to have read about it. He’s a know-it-all when it comes to pregnancy. “I can believe that.”
“If you don’t feel like doing anything, we can cancel our plans.”
Yesterday was pretty perfect. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for today. “Absolutely not. What’s on the agenda?”
“We’re going on a day tour to Stirling Castle, Loch Lomond, and for my pleasure, a stop at a whisky distillery for a tasting.”
“Well, that seems a little unfair.”
“Perhaps, but we’re doing it anyway. It’s part of the tour package.”
I don’t think he’s kidding. “We’re going on one of those bus tours?”
“Yes, ma’am. You’re married to a Scotsman. You’ll soon bear two Scottish children and you’re almost clueless about Scotland. I mean to remedy that.”
Sin’s right. I know very little about his homeland. I have to play catch-up. “I look forward to being enlightened.”
I move to get out of bed but he catches me by the waist and pulls me close. “Not so fast, Mrs. Breckenridge. We have about twenty minutes to spare.”
“Your pregnant wife could have slept longer but instead you woke her up early for a morning shag?”
“Maybe something like that.”
He pushes me on to my back and tries to kiss me. “You know I don’t do that in the morning until teeth are brushed.”
“I’ve brushed.”
He makes several attempts to kiss my mouth but I dodge him each time. “But I haven’t.”
“Don’t care.” He growls against my neck and my skin breaks into goosebumps. “You really irritate me sometimes.”
“You really irritate me a lot of times,” I say.
“I believe I shall make you pay for that.” I can tell by his naughty grin that I’m in trouble.
He pokes me in my ribs with his finger. I hate being tickled. Despise it. And he knows it.
I just woke up so I haven’t been to the bathroom yet. “Don’t, Breck.”
“Or what?”
I press my legs together. “I’m going to pee the bed if you don’t stop.”
His finger instantly abandons my side. “You just foiled my evil plan.”
“Sorry. Tell your kiddos to get off my bladder.”
He slides downward and taps my tummy before pressing his mouth against it. “Hey, you two in there. You heard your mum. Stop jumping on that big balloon.”
He places his ear against my stomach. “They say no, so you better go to the toilet.”
Don’t have to tell me twice. “Be right back.”
I return and climb back into bed. “We’re down to fifteen minutes now.”
“Because you were slow,” Sin says.
“That’s going to get progressively worse.” He should probably prepare himself for that now.
“Fifteen minutes isn’t as long as I’d like but still plenty of time to do what I have in mind.”
He crawls over me and kneels between my legs, pushing my gown up. “Let’s take this off first.”
I lift my bottom and then sit up so he can peel me out of my sleepwear. He rubs his hands over my tummy. “I didn’t know pregnancy could be so sensual. Knowing you have my babies inside you is sexy.”
He lowers his mouth to my abdomen and kisses the skin above the waist of my panties. His mouth is hot enough to melt them right off me. “You're my passion. You consume me.”
He moves down and kisses me through the fabric of my undies. His teasing makes a million and one tingles rush straight to my groin. I’m dying to feel his tongue on me. I have no shame about it so I take the initiative. I lift my hips and push my own panties down. “I really want you to make me come. Hard.”
He laughs. “Using what?”
“Your tongue. Now.”
“I think I can manage that.”
He nudges my legs further apart and lowers his face. He licks me a single time and then nothing else.
I lift my head and look down. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want you to watch me eat you.”
Oh. My. That’s a terribly nasty thing to say. And I love it. I’m even more turned on.
I wedge several pillows under my back and prop on my elbows to watch the performance happening below my tummy––his head bobbing between my legs. I can’t––and don’t want to––stop the instinctive rocking motion of my pelvis. Together, my hips and his tongue are working against each other. And it’s a glorious thing. “You know how to make me feel so good.”
I’m not sure what’s happening here. I think this could be classified as me fucking his mouth. But I don’t care. It’s too damn good to stop. “Oh. Here it comes.”
I grip the sheets beneath me and fall back against my pillow. “Suck my clit, Breck. Hard.”
He does and the stimulation makes me come apart, shattering into a million shards. “Ohh … ohh … ohh.”
My toes are curled tight. My heart beats a million times a minute. My face pulsates, as well as my hands. Warm euphoria spreads down my arms and legs.
“Damn. That was mind-blowing.”
“Perfect. Now turn over. We’re running out of time and I really want to take you from behind.”
My body has turned to mush but I manage to get face down. He puts a knee between my thighs and pushes them apart. His finger glides down my cleft. “You make me want to fuck you so hard. I can barely stand it.”
He is in a nasty-talk mood this morning. And it is turning me on all over again. “I wish so much that you could.”
I put my head down so my bottom is where he wants it. He presses his tip against my entrance. I push backwards, forcing him to enter me a little. He pulls away and slaps my cheek. “I’m in control. Always.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” He glides his cock up and down my slit, teasing me. I want to push back against him again so badly. “You’re killing me.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me right now.” He continues teasing me so I say the magic word. “Please.”
“Since you said please.” He enters me in one fluid movement and goes motionless. “Oh! Bonny, that feels so good. Being inside you is pure heaven. Every time.”
He rocks against me, thrusting in and out. I can’t help but move in counteraction. It’s carnal instinct.
He pops me on my ass again. “Stop. I’m in charge.”
The spat doesn’t hurt. It’s intended to gain my attention––and obedience––but it only manages to make me want to move faster. So that’s what I do.
“Bonny!”
I’m not doing anything that’s going to cause harm. “You can keep spatting me if you like but I’m not stopping. You’ll have to tie me down if you want me to be still.”
He holds my hips firmly. “That can be arranged.”
I hear his “prelude to an orgasm” sound. He’s going to come any minute.
He pushes inside me one last time. “Ahh … oh.”
His body is hovering over mine, his mouth pressed against my ear. “I fucking love you.”
He finishes and pulls out. His hand rubs my ass before bringing it down hard.
“Ow! That one hurt.”
“I meant for it to. Have I gained your attention?”
“You always have my attention.”
“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean you always heed what I say.”
That’s the truth. “No, it doesn’t.”
“I know you think I worry too much and maybe I do, but it’s because I want to keep you and our bairns safe. I don’t do it as hard as I’d like because I’m afraid of the consequences. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to them because I gave in to selfishness for a moment of pleasure.”
“I don’t want anything bad to happen, either, but please trust that I know my body and what it can tolerate.”
“We’re keeping it tame until they’re born.”
“Fine, but after that, I’m getting everything I want. The day they turn six weeks old, I want you to fuck me like a beast.”
“Deal.”
* * *
Sin and I file on to the bus with the other tourists and choose seats at the back. It’s where we belong. That’s where the bad kids sit.
The bus is warm but the window is still cold. The glass is fogged so I write in the condensation: Bleu loves Sin.
I draw a fat heart around our names.
“That’s a work of art,” Sin says.
I take out my camera and snap several close-ups, making the words the focal point. “That one is definitely going in a frame.”
Sin smiles and leans over to kiss me. “Sin loves Bleu too.”
I peek over the tops of the seats to see if anyone is paying us any attention. Nope. They’re all too busy looking at their brochures.
“You don’t even come close to looking like you belong on this bus surrounded by normal folk.”
Sin laughs. “I’m not so sure you do, either, but what makes me look so different from what you refer to as normal folk?”
“First of all, you’re in a ridiculously expensive tailored suit. That’s a weird thing to wear for a day of sightseeing. Secondly, you have a gun on you. You’d better hope we don’t go through a metal detector at any of our stops.”
I’m wearing leggings and boots with a long tunic, not a suit that probably cost what most of these people earn in two weeks. “You say I don’t look like I fit in, either, but I think I look pretty normal.”
“Your face is flushed and glowing. You look freshly fucked.”
“Pregnant women glow. It’s common knowledge.”
“There are two different kinds of glow, and you have the orgasmic sort.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Men can take one look at a woman and know if she’s recently had great sex.”
No way. “Shut up. You’re screwing with me.”
“Aye, I am. But I wasn’t kidding about the way you radiate.” Sin leans over and kisses the side of my face. “Pregnancy looks good on you.”
“Thank you. That’s a very sweet thing to say.”
“Just the truth.”
Eight o’clock arrives and we pull away from our departure point. “The bus is less than half full. I thought there’d be more people.”
“Scotland doesn’t get as many tourists in the winter. I’m sure this bus is crowded in the summer months.”
“I’m glad we’re not packed in like sardines. We can stretch out and get comfortable.”
It’s an
hour drive to Stirling Castle. You can lean against me and nap if you’d like.”
“I’m good.”
Well … I thought I was. I wake nearly an hour later to Sin nudging me. “Bonny. We’re here.”
We unload from the bus and I walk to the edge of the property. I take out my camera and focus on the snowcapped Highlands in the distance. What a beautiful view. It’s no wonder they built Stirling Castle in this location with uplands like these as the backdrop. “Absolutely gorgeous. I’m really excited about the photos I’m going to get today.”
We hang toward the back and let our group go ahead since we want to explore on our own. “How old is this place?”
“The oldest sections were built in the early twelfth century. A lot of kings and queens were crowned here, including Mary, Queen of Scots.”
The inside isn’t at all what I’d imagined. It’s like a small collection of buildings to form a small kingdom. It’s amazing that this place was built so long ago and still safely stands for us to tour today. “I should probably consider taking a course in Scottish history for the sake of our children.”
“You’d better do it soon because I highly doubt you’ll have much time for such after August gets here.”
I look over the pamphlet I was given with our admission as we approach the entrance to the castle called The Forework. I feel the need to stop and take in the magnitude of what I’m seeing. “This is what Americans think of when they envision Scottish castles. Or at least it’s what I always imagined.”
This place was constructed for kings and queens. Countless royals have been delivered through this processional entrance by horse-drawn carriages. They’ve walked these same paths we’re on right now. Perhaps even stepped upon the same cobblestones beneath my feet.
We stand at the highest location of the castle and Sin points in the distance. “That’s the Wallace Monument for Sir William Wallace. Not Braveheart.”
I laugh. “I understand William Wallace was a real man who died for a real cause.”
It’s pretty far so I change my lens out for the one made for long distances. “Will you bring me back one day so we can visit the monument?”
“Sure.”
We don’t get to explore near as long as I’d like. We’re due back at the bus so we can move on to our next stop. “We’re coming back on our own. I don’t feel like I saw half of this place.”
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