Page 115 of Skies Over Caledonia
“I had an artist make it for you. I sent her pictures of the kind of jewelry you wear and she came up with this.”
I cupped his handsome face in my hands. “See? Perfect.”
“Let’s see it on, then.”
Grinning tearfully, I bobbed my hand in excitement so much, Jared had to hold it still so he could slide the ring down beside my wedding band. It looked beautiful. So beautiful I immediately jumped him.
Jared made a sound of surprise against my lips seconds before his back hit the deck. His laughter rose up over the loch as I peppered his face with kisses before swallowing the sound against my lips.
Straddling him, I kissed him hungrily as I reached between us for the zipper on his jeans. Jared grunted against my mouth as I slipped my hand inside his boxers to grasp him.
“Fuck, here?” His cheeks were flushed with excitement.
I nodded, suddenly desperate to have him inside me. “I want to christen my deck with your dick.”
He laughed, grabbing my ass. “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Not possible.” Jared pulled my hand up and rubbed his thumb over my engagement ring. “Tha gaol agom ort, Allegra McCulloch.”
“Tha gaol agom ort.” I brushed my lips over his and pressed our hands down on the deck beside his head. “Let me show you just how much.”
And so there on the loch behind Caledonia Sky, we undressed to the witnesses of nature and made love on the land that had given us both so much. It was our home, yes. But a home we’d found in each other.
Looking back, I don’t think I was desperate to stay in Scotland just for Scotland. I think somehow my soul knew that the missing piece of me was here. In Jared. So I’d done whatever it took to stay. To find it. To find him.
I’d do it again. I’d climb any mountain, travel any road, cross any ocean, and bend any law to stay by Jared McCulloch’s side for the rest of my life.
After all, it was where I belonged.
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