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Mo Astor Chapter 21

A/N: Happy Early Valentine's day. We intended to get this to you sooner, but Chibs was overflowing with joy, thoughts, and experiences. Which is fair since it's his honeymoon and all. *laughs. We hope you enjoy the trip across the pond and the bonus Jax and Lee. Our gift to you this Holiday.

Jax

I'm rock hard from hours of her ass pressed into me and her back to mine. She's got rhythm, but it's the time she spent with GB and Journee that has her moving the way she does. I could do nothing more but match her. I've never been one to be shown up. I nip my way up her neck to whisper in her ear.

"You ready to get out of here."

She nods her head, and I squeeze her waist before I release her and twine our fingers. I guide her across the crowded floor and out into the night air. It's instantly cooler without the crush of bodies.

"You have a good time?" I ask.

"The best. It's been so long since I went dancing."

Her smile is all the thanks I need. I tug her toward me and kiss her lips. She tastes like whiskey and the chocolate desert we shared. I moan as I tilt my head, deepening the kiss and she melts against me. The small gesture is a huge show of trust coming from her. She's always been guarded. This Life has a way of making the women living it that way. We part to breathe, and I take her in. Flushed, heavy-lidded, and smiling, she's stunning.

"What?"

"Just thinking about how beautiful you are."

"Shut up."

I chuckle. "What? It's true darling."

Pink fills her cheek, and I wrap an arm around her waist and lead her to the car.

"Thank you for tonight," she says as I hold the car door open for her.

"You're welcome, Harley."

Her eyes widen. She knows I'm serious when I use her full name. She climbs into the seat, and I walk to the driver's side feeling her gaze on me. I want to end the night between her legs, but I don't want her to think I expect it. Tonight was about showing her how different I can be. That means taking nothing for granted.

She rubs my knee and up my thigh as I drive home. My cock responds, threatening to bust open the zipper on my jeans. I clear my throat and shift in my seat. She cups my bulge.

"Playing with fire, Lee."

"I'm not playing," she whispers huskily. She unzips my pants, and I take a shaky breath as she frees me. I grip the wheel with both hands as she wraps her lips around me. I groan as she takes me inch by torturous inch. Her warm, wet mouth, suctions me and I shudder. She grips my base and twists her wrist. I focus on the lines on the road and staying between them, and she works me over. I want to grip her head and thrust, but I'm bound by the driving. She hums, and I flinch. The teasing continues as we roll down the dark highway. She takes me to the edge and moves to circle my tip with her tongue, allowing me to come back down before she starts all over again. We're pulling into Charming when I go off the road behind the sign and grip her hair. She hums as I fuck her mouth opening her throat as I fist her hair tightly. My balls draw up, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest as I finally find release and spray into the back of her throat.

My body convulses as fireworks erupt behind my lids and I slump back into my seat. I'm vaguely aware of her swallowing and cleaning me with her tongue. She tucks me into my pants, and I come back to myself.

"Jesus, Lee."

"You gave me something tonight. I was returning the favor." She presses a small kiss to my lips.

I shake my head, awed by the woman I've chosen for my own.

Chibs

I stare at the woman asleep beside me, wondering if I'll wake up and find the past few months have been a dream. We've come full circle. From her adorable, but completely misplaced crush, to loyal companions, best friends, and now husband and wife. Maybe the universe had a plan for us all along. When I first arrived I was angry at the world, still healing, and bitter about the way life had turned out. I kept to myself for the most part, but it never seemed to deter her. She'd never been bothered by my silence, and there was a comfort in that, not having to talk, and yet, not being alone.

There was something about her that reminded me of what I'd lost. So I was careful not to scare her away like the others. A time or two she was the one who tended me wounds. They claimed she had a gentle touch. They weren't wrong. I didn't know at the time, but she'd been hurting too. From what I heard it was expected she and Opie would be an item. Then Donna came to town, and that was all she wrote. It had broken the poor girls' heart in a way, dashed her hopes, and broke up the inseparable foursome. Whatever the reason the stars chose to align as they did, I'm grateful. Without everything happening just so, I don't know if we'd ever have made it here, and the woman is me world.

Mine. She's mine to care for, protect, and love. There's not a malicious bone in her body, unlike my former wife. Journee says what she means and truly has no clue how damn beautiful she is. Sex will never become a weapon with her, nor will she withhold affection. She's poured love into me all these years when she had no reason to, and I trust her with all that I am.

I have a lot planned for us. I wanted to do this right, show her me old haunts, the historical places, and my kin. It's been ages since I set eyes on my sister Greer. I'm worried about their meeting. Life's been hard for both of us, and the one woman I brought to meet her betrayed me so badly, I couldn't come back to my home and almost lost my life. She'll be standoffish, and I don't want my Lennan taking that personally. I kiss her temple as she begins to stir.

"Rise and Shine, Mrs. Telford," I whisper.

She groans and moves in her seat shifting her weight. Her lids flutter open, and she gives me a sleepy smile. "I feel like we've been in the air forever."

"Aye, me bones are protesting being in the same position for so long. We'll be landing soon."

She yawns, stretching her arms above her head, and I'm glad I sprung for first class. I don't want anyone crammed next to her or touching her. I just got her all to myself.

"Are you going to tell me where we'll be staying?" She asks.

"Nae. I wanna see your reaction."

She grins. "Oh, that means it's going to be good."

Her excitement is infectious. She's better than the finest whiskey, warming me up from the inside and filling me with joy. I fist her low-slung bun, pull her to me, dipping my tongue into her mouth. She hums and returns my kiss as I drink my fill, only stopping when my lungs protest. I need to cut back on the smoking. The seat belt sign lights as the chimes ding.

"We'll be landing in Edinburg in twenty minutes. Please turn your trays and seats to their upright position."

She grips my hands and squeezes. I rest my head against hers as the plane descends to the land of my origin.

With our luggage in hand, I allow her to be the navigator as we wind through the airport toward the car rental company.

"Are you going to let me drive on this trip?" She asked excitedly as we approach the que.

I laugh. "If you want to love."

She grins, and I shake my head.

"Cheeky girl."

She winks. "And you love it."

"Aye."

It feels good to be out together without my colors or an agenda. I can't remember the last time I went anywhere that wasn't a run. We wind our way up to the kiosk and procure our car.

"Now the real fun begins, love."

Fifteen minutes later I'm sneaking glances at Journee as we round the corner and pull up the cobblestone drive toward our destination. The massive stone structure rises up from the ground, cutting an impressive silhouette against the city background. The town is quaint compared to California. The buildings are old and well cared for, making it feel like you've stepped back a few centuries in time.

She gasps. "Oh my God. Chibs… are we staying here?"

"Aye, love. This is the Witchery. It's got great food, amazing views, and top notch service. I never had occasion to stay here meself but I heard nothing but great things."

"Filip." Her voice warbles.

"Ye don't like it? We can move our rooms somewhere else..."

"No. it's. I love it. I love you. I can't believe you did all this for me."

"Little lass, there's nothing I wouldn't do, or you don't deserve." I reach over and squeeze her hand. "You'll never have to wonder with me. I know the prize I've got, and I'll spend the rest of me life trying to prove I'm worthy of you."

"Filip, there's nothing to prove." She runs her fingers over my sensitive scar, and I shiver. She's the only person who could ever touch it and not bring forth anger.

I turn my head slightly to kiss her fingers and locate parking. I'm on top of the world as we park and make our way inside the ornate building. The tapestries on the wall catch my eye as we approach the check-in desk. The castle set on a lush green hill with waterfalls tumbling over the side remind of the romanticism that all us Scots are known for.

"Oh, it's beautiful," She whispers.

"Aye," I agree as I peer down at her. "I'm checking in. Two for Telford."

"Ahh Welcome to The Witchery Mr. and Mrs. Telford. Congratulations on your nuptials."

"Oh, thank you," Journee gushes.

"Our thanks," I say. He rattles off the information about the hotel, nearby restaurants, and places. It's been nearly twenty-four hours since I've been inside my wife. Everything else can wait. I nod my head as he gives us our keys and we walk up the stone stairs toward our room. I unlock the door, and we walk into the suite that's fit for royalty. Ornate gold moldings stand out against the sage green canopy and matching covers of the four poster bed. She spins slowly taking everything in as I lock the door behind us and set the bags to the side against the wall.

"Daddy needs some play time with his Little Lass," I say as I push the knit cardigan off her shoulders and onto the floor. Her form-fitting black jeans and, a gray t-shirt and beige hat are adorable, but too much of a barrier. I toss the hat, and her eyes widen. "I need you naked and on the bed waiting for me now."

She nods her head, and the clothes begin to fly. I step over the pile of clothing at my feet and admire her sienna-skin frame. I spread her legs wider and climb onto the bed as I bury my face between her legs and lap at her neatly trimmed pussy. Her taste explodes onto my tongue, and I moan as I circle her swollen clit. I lash the hardening bundle, and she thrusts back against me making me grunt. I love her responsiveness. I drive my tongue inside her, and she rocks back against me. I hum and nudge her clit with my tongue. She contracts around me, and I know she's close. I move my tongue faster, and she shudders, yielding her cream. I give her one last swipe and pull back, gripping her hips as I lick my way up her chest and bite the flesh on her shoulder as I slid home. I grit my teeth as my eyes roll into the back of my head and I have to pause to keep from exploding inside her. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life. I pull out and drive in. She buries her face into the pillow to muffle the screaming as we come together. Our flesh slaps together, and she grips the sheets as she meets me stroke for stroke, giving me back everything I'm giving her. I grip her hips as the sweat drips down my body and her skin glistens in the light.

I cage her body in with my arms as I drive deeper. She flexes around me and my spine tingles. We're both close.

"So tight for me, love." I rasp. "I want you to come for your, Daddy."

Her body shakes, and she constricts around me. All those weeks of teasing and training have created a deep connection. I grit my teeth as I pump through her orgasm before I fill her with my seed. Reluctantly pulling away I lift her legs and place them over my shoulder as I kiss her breasts while we catch our breath. I let her legs drop and roll out of bed, and pop the bottle of champagne they'd set in a bucket beside a box of chocolates. I pour two glasses and bring one to her.

"To us love."

"To us," She replies as we clink glasses.

"I hope ye know I'm just getting started," I say licking my lips as I take in her lithe frame.

Her eyes widen, and I chuckle as I finish the drink and move to the bathroom to run a bath. I choose this room for its bathroom. The claw foot tub is big enough for two, perfect to sooth the aches I'm going to cause, and pretty to look at. I toss in bubble bath and set the perfect temperature before I return to the bedroom where she's finishing off her drink.

"I have another surprise for you, love."

"You do?" she bounces off the bed, and I laugh.

I twine our fingers and lead her into the bathroom.

"Holy shit, we'll never leave the room."

"Why do you think I booked this one in particular?" I ask as I lead her over and help her step down. She sighs, and I gather washcloths, soap and slip in behind her as she turns off the faucet. Lathering up our washcloths we rid ourselves of the travel weariness that's set in. The feel of her ass pressed against me has my cock at half-mast.

"Again?"

"Aye, turn around and straddle your Daddy like a good girl."
"Yes, Daddy," she whispers as I help her turn. She grips me at the base and strokes me just the way I like with a tight grip and just the right speed.
"That's my good girl."

"I only want to please you, Daddy."

"That you do, little lass."

I study her through lowered lids. "I want you to ride me, lass."

"I don't know if I can fit all of you into my tight little Kitty."

Jaysus she's a fast study.

"I promise you can. Can you be brave and do that for Daddy? Let him stretch out those pretty pink parts and make you feel good?"

"Yes, Daddy. I like it when you fill me with your cock."

"Then come and have a ride, love."

She grips my base and eases down inch by inch. "Oh Daddy, you're so big."

"Keep going," I reach out, and stroke her clit and she continues until I'm fully seated inside her.

"I'm so full," She whimpers.

"Fuck, lass." She grips my shoulders as she lifts up and lowers down, circling her hips as she finds a rhythm. I grip her hips, guiding her. Water sloshes onto the floor as she rides me faster. Her nails dig into my flesh, and I tilt my hips to go deeper.

"That's right. Fuck your Daddy."

"Oh, God." She throws her head back, and her breasts bounce. I bite down on a fat brown nipple, and she flexes around me making us both cry out.

"Filip. I- I'm going to come."

She convulses, taking me over the edge, and milking me dry with her tight hold. I rest my head in the valley between her breasts and remind myself I have to feed her before we can do this again. I'm like a boy in his prime. It takes nothing to get me going again with her.

Once I filled her belly with a hearty Scottish breakfast of sausage baked beans, scones, eggs, and porridge I can't help but laugh as we leave the restaurant.

"What?" She asked.

"First day here and you got your wish. You're as full of Scot as you can get."

"Filip," She whispers glancing around as l laugh.

"Let em listen. Might jump start their libidos," I say as we leave the local restaurant and head down the road.
"Where to now?"

"The only place fit for a princess. The Edinburgh Castle."

We spend the day exploring the castles, taking pictures and making out in every corner we can find until someone approaches. By the time we head back to our room my cock is straining against my pants and her lids are heavy-lidded, and the deep v in her pretty white dress with a blue floral print is teasing me with hints of skin. With the sun setting and the whiskey from our tour swimming in my system, I'm feeling adventurous. The best part about this city is all the darkened corners.

"Love, you trust me?" I ask.

"Of course."

"C'mere." I pull her into an alcove hidden from view and wedge her against the wall, showing me back to anyone passing by.

"F-Filip?"

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for Daddy. I cannot wait another minute."

"What if someone sees?"

"You'll have to be quiet, so they don't come investigating. Take out your breast."

Her hands tremble as she eases her left breast out of. Her nipple puckers and I latch on as I slip my hand up her dress and into her panties. Her wetness coats my fingers and I moan my approval as I suckle her. There's no time for teasing. I thrust two fingers inside her tight entrance and pump, crooking my fingers as I go in at the angle she loves. She moans and rocks against me as I nudge the hard spot inside her that makes her jerk against me. I twitch in my pants as I increase my speed, and she flexes around my fingers. The muffled noises and her gush of cream tell me she's close. I bite down on her nipple and use my thumb to circle her swollen clit. She comes apart, showing her fist into her mouth to hide her screams. I pull away.
"Open."

She obeys, and I slip my fingers into her mouth as I smooth down her dress. She sucks them clean as I rearrange the top of her dress. I pull my digits clean and replace them with my tongue. We part for air, and I nuzzle her neck, tickling her sensitive skin with my tongue. "When we get back to our room I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk Mrs. Telford."

She grips my biceps and purrs. "I can't wait." I wrap my arm around her waist and power walk us to the hotel with her laughter ringing in my ear.

I groan as I roll onto my back and stare up at the canopy above my head. I feel like I've been on a bender. My body aches and my throat is as dry as a bone. I smack my lips and roll over to my side, curling around the soft frame off my wife. A sly smirk lines my lips. We didn't' stop until she literally dropped from exhaustion as pink fingers of dawn streaked across the night sky. She'll be sore. It's the perfect day to go to the village and see Greer. A Little walking and lots of talking. I kiss her crown and bury my nose in her sweet smelling hair. Usually, it'd be wrapped up for the evening, but I had her too occupied to care last night.

I roll away from her and ease out of bed. After releaving myself and washing my hands, I start a bath. Today's huge for me. I haven't seen my sister in years, and she called her son, Padric to come over too. It'll be all the family I have left in the world in one room. I return to the bed and sink beside her.

"Rise and Shine, love. It's time to meet the in-laws."

She moans. "I can't, I was paralyzed by my husband's huge Scottish dick last night, and now I can't walk."

I throw my head back and laugh. "Do you want me ta carry you, little lass? I think I can manage that." I push back the covers to reveal her body, and I moan. Her breasts are swollen and marked by my mouth. A trail off hickeys lead down her body, and her pussy is puffy from a night of poundings.

"You've never looked as beautiful as you do right now with my marks all over ye." Her lids open and she smirks.

"Is that possession I hear, husband?"

"Aye. Make no mistake every inch of you belongs to me now, love." I scoop her into my arms. And walk her to the bathroom. "Now let's make that kitty all better. I'll be needing it again tonight." She bites her lower lip, and I grin. It's a good kind of hurt we got going.

"Sweet Jaysus."

Her words make me laugh as we soothe our aches, grab lunch and get on the road. Finally, I can return to the place I was born better off than I left.

As we pull into town, I drive to the cemetery.

"I want you to meet my Ma," I say softly. I'd never bothered to do this with Fiona. I knew she'd think it was stupid. She'd say there not in the ground, but somewhere else. I understand that, but the place where their remains lie, is as close to them as we earthly bound humans can get. It counts for something in my book.

"I'd like that, Filip." Journee squeezes my hand, and I swear I fall in love with the lass all over again. She gets me, my woman. I park the car, and we climb out, walking inside the stone wall through the aged metal gates. Headstones of all shape and sizes rise up from the green grass. Faded bouquets, fresh jars of flowers, and trinkets line the plots. I'm almost ashamed when we get to Ma's tiny rectangle, marking her life.

"We didn't' have much money when she died. This is all we could afford."

"We can fix that now. If you'd like. Maybe a nice Celtic cross?"

"Oh, she'd love that."

"Then we'll make it happen. Before we leave."

"This is our honeymoon. You don't need too—

"Aye, which means your family is mine. This is my Ma we're taking care of too."

My throat swells, and I glance away. She rests her head on my shoulder.

"Fia? That's a beautiful name?"

"Aye, and she had flame red hair too. Might be one of our kids will inherit it down the line. She was a kind, hard-working woman who deserved more than the lot she had in life, but she always made the best of it. Got my sense of humor and will to survive from her. When me Da ran off, she just kept carrying on, picking up odd jobs and extra shifts to care for me and ma sister. I wanted to do better so I could take care of her proper like. But she died before I could get the chance. She never got to see me do well. It eats at me."

"But she sees you now, Filip."

I peer down at her and wonder how in the fuck I got so lucky.

"I suppose you're right."

A breeze blows through the area, and a white feather catches my eye.

"It's a sign from her. They say feathers mean our loved ones are close by."

I smile. "I think she gave her approval of you."

"I hope so."

"She would've loved you as much as I do, love. Don't you think otherwise for a second. C'mon it's time for you to meet the rest of us Telfords."

We pull up to the tiny, well-loved house I grew up in, and I cut the engine.

"This is it, love where I was born."

"Not in a hospital?"

"No, was a midwife that delivered me."

"Wow."

"It was common back then. Are ye ready?"

She swallowed hard. "No, but let's do it anyway."

I laugh as I leave the car and come around to help her out as we walk up to the door and knock. The door opens, and I hold my breath. The strawberry blonde looks so much like my mother I'm struck mute for a moment.

"Filip."

"Greer." I wrap her in a bear hug and lift her up off the ground as we laugh. The years have given her crows feet and a few extra pounds, same as me.

"It's so good to see you, love."

"And you, brother."

I set her down and notice the lad behind her. I click my tongue.

"Well look at ye!"

"Uncle!"

We hug, and I clap his back before we part.

"And Auntie?" he asks moving his eyebrows up and down.

"You scamp." Greer says playfully slapping the back of his head.

"Ahh this is me wife, Journee," I say wrapping an arm around her proudly.

"Hi," Journee says shyly ducking her head.

"Come in the two of you," Greer says stepping back as we enter the cottage.

We step inside, and I see she's kept the things that I remember most. The grandfather clock, photos of our family and the heavy oak table and chairs. I see her touches as well. New paint and furniture.

I focus back in on Padric and whistle. "The cut looks good on ye boyo."

He grips his lapels and beams up at me with a wide grin that's a family trait. "Thank ye Uncle."

"You must be tired after the flight and the drive here, have a seat," Greer says.

We sit, and the conversation flows as we try to play catch up.

"Can I make some tea?" Journee asks.

"Oh, look at me forgetting my manners," Greer says moving to stand.

"No, please, don't stop catching up on my account. I can make it."

"I'm sorry love, I'm getting lost in my memories," I say.

She smiles. "I know. I like seeing and hearing it." She stands, squeezing my shoulders and placing a kiss against my cheek.

"You have to steep it for—

"Oh, sister, I know how to make tea the Telford way, that one made sure of it." she says with a wink as she makes her way into the kitchen.

"This one is different than the last. I might like her."

"Ye can't even put those two in the same category, Greer."

She nods. "Good."

"Speaking of that one. How's me Kerrianne?"

"As lovely as the day is long, and well Uncle. I brought you some photos of us."

"Does she ever asks about me?"

"Aye. I tell her all I remember, and she…she knows ye got remarried."

I wince "Is she upset?"

"I don't think so. Mostly curious. Not that she'd ever ask her mother. Do you think your wife would mind if I share some things maybe get a few picture of the two of yea?"

I smile. "No, she'd very much like that."

"Maybe she can pass along things, and I can pass them to you and vice versa? Pretty soon Keri's gonna be eighteen, and I want her to know she has options. Jimmy hasn't gotten any less crazy, and none of this was her fault."

"You're as smart as you are handsome, lad. Just like your Uncle. We'll set up a system eh?" A few months ago I would've been worried about Fiona and asking how he treated her. Now I could give a shite less. As long as my little girl is thriving, I'm fine.

We continue our conversation before I insist on treating them to lunch in the village. We point out childhood landmarks on the trip and Journee and Padric both eat it up like small children on a road trip. I like the man, the boy I once knew, has become. He's light-hearted, but there's an edge to him that says he can take care of himself and anyone else who comes along and wants to start something. After lunch, we walk the village, window shopping and exploring the shelves.

"Lennan, Padric had an idea if you're willing…He'll send things back and forth between us and KerriAnne. No one will think anything of him writing his Uncle or his Aunt back in Charming."

"That'd be amazing! Oh! We should get her something," Journee says tugging my hand. "Come on, let's have him fill us in on what she likes and doesn't."

The words are music to my ear. It pains me that I don't know my own child. I know I'm lucky to have gotten away from Jimmy alive. Not many do, but for years afterward I felt like death would've been easier. He knew that the bastard. He wanted me to live with the shame and the hate he'd grown in my heart. I'm a man starved as I listen to him talk about her love of animals and musical tastes. Her favorite color is purple, and she loves classic literature and romance books, which he teases her relentlessly about. My heart warms as the picture of her now is fleshed in. The fading memories of her as a tiny thing are being replaced with something far better.

"Are you two going to stay the night?" Greer asks.

"If it's not putting you out," Journee said.

"Not at all. We've always got room for family."

They smile at each other, and I know she's been officially accepted.

"I want to give you two something." She leaves the room and returns with a patch work quilt I remember resting on my mothers' bed. "It's the Telford baby blanket. Guaranteed to help you conceive."

"You believe tha?" I ask.

She shugs. "It's how I got Padric, and Ma got us."

Journee takes it gently. "Thank you Greer. We'll cherish this."

"I'm past my child bearing years, and If I'm reading you right, the two of you are just about to start them."

Padric chuckles. "Oh, I'm sure they already have, Ma."

"Mind your manners ya cheeky bastard," I say as he laughs and holds up his hands.

"Sorry Uncle. I couldn't resist."

I narrow my gaze and raise my fist waving it at him. "I'm not above taking you to the ring."

"My hero defending my honor," Journee drawls.

I take the blanket from her hand, lift her and toss her over my shoulder. "We'll be putting this to the test. Thank you, Greer. We'll see you in this morning."

"Filip Royal," Journee hisses.

I pat her ass. Their laughter follows us down the hallway to the room that once belonged to me. I'm about to fulfill a fantasy and take her in the room of my boyhood. I pitch her onto the bed and strip down. I watch as she removes the emerald green dress with floral accents. I lick my lips as her tawny skin is revealed. Her breasts threaten to spill over the lacy white bra with crisscrossing straps around her upper torso. The matching panties are crotchless, and I groan as I make a mental note to buy Lee something nice for all the outfits she'd packed. I crawl onto the bed between her legs.

"You're too pretty to undress, love. I'm going to take ye just as you are." I cover our bodies with the blanket and run my fingers over her slick lips. "So wet. You ready for your man?"

"Always."

I ease into her, careful to go slow as she wraps around me like a glove. We find a gentle rhythm as our lips come together. Sparks fly between us, and I lose myself in the depths of her dark eyes.

"Oh. Oh, Filip, I love you, love , love you."

She tilts her hips up, and I go deeper.

"And I you, my love."

Words fail as my heart beats faster and she arches, grinding against me. She tugs at my growing hair and my balls draw up tight.

"I want you to fill me, Daddy."

"Then come for me, little lass." Her body shakes, her muscles contract and she goes stiff as her mouth opens in a silent scream. I spill inside her feeling like I just had a spiritual exchange. I burrow my face into her neck and balance my weight as I remain inside her wishing I could make this moment last a lifetime.

"Tomorrow we'll carve our names in the oldest tree in the village. It's said the lovers who're named there remain together for life."

"We already are, but I love the sentiment."

Her confident answer makes me grin. I pull out and lay beside her. "Let's get a few winks love. I'm not done with you yet."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. You're going to have me walking like a cowboy."

"Aye. You'll wear the look off a woman well-loved by the time we head back to Charming."

She giggles and captures my lips in a sweet kiss. We take our time exploring each other's mouths until sleep claims us.