Hey everyone! I'm back with another chapter! Like usual, I want to give my girls JustCherry 73, wwechristina, GoldenGirl1920 for your continued love and support! I love you ladies so much more than you know! This story honestly wouldn't be what it is without you girls!

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Drew POV

I am readying myself for dinner, putting on my black dress tunic and kilt, as Lucy walks into the bedchamber. She doesn't say a word or speak to me as she starts to ready herself. I should be bothered by this, especially as I had just granted her a wish allowing this new man…I think his name was Allen…to attend to my horses. But she is busying herself by picking out a dress and fixing her hair.

My mind can't help but wonder what color Leslie will wear tonight. Christ, has she become even more beautiful than when she left Scotland! I hate even thinking about that day. In truth, it was, next to my mother's death not long after I married Jenny, the saddest day of my life. I never got to say goodbye, but more importantly, I never told her how much she meant to me. How deeply I felt for her. How in love I was with her.

I look over at Lucy, who gives me a faint smile and I give her one in return. I shouldn't be thinking these things about my best friend, especially with my wife sitting right there. But I can't help it. Leslie has dominated my thoughts since I saw her again standing behind Sheamus. Now that I have the feeling of being around that beautiful, positive being again, I cannot give that up.

I need to think of a way to make her stay here in Scotland and… And what, Drew? Take her as a mistress? Treat her like a common whore? She deserves a world of love and happiness, and you can't provide that for her. Snap out of it! But I can't turn off my feelings. I want her to stay. I need to convince her to stay here with me in Scotland. But she only has two more days before returning to Ireland with Sheamus. That's nowhere near enough time to… Now, my mind has come up with a plan. We shall have more time, and I smirk when I realize I know just how to get it.

Randy POV

I enter the banquet hall and my eyes skim the room. No Lucy. Motherfucker. I want her so goddamn bad that it hurts. My dick has been protesting ever since having her yesterday. It seems like a fucking lifetime ago and I don't appreciate having to wait this long to have her again. She is mine, regardless of if she is married to McIntyre. I don't give a fuck what anyone has to say about it.

I'll find a way to get her into my bed tonight. I can't go another night of hearing him fuck her as she squeals out his name. Not only does it make me want to vomit, it makes me want to go into a fit of rage. A fit of rage that has me caving in Drew's face so Lucy has no choice but to be with me. I wasn't lying to Drew when I told him that he will ultimately push Lucy into my arms and away from him. It's only a matter of fucking time before she becomes mine and for good.

I see Leslie and that ginger prick Sheamus walk into the banquet hall. Sheamus though, makes a quick u-turn after quietly having his attention brought elsewhere, causing him to leave the room. Thank fuck. If I had to endure one more second of him…I swear. But Leslie, damn does she look mighty fine. Too bad I can't get her into my bed as well. She was and is too smart for her own damn good. I know she never did and never will fall for my antics. It's one of the things I can't stand about her. It's one of the reasons I was never as close with her like I was with Drew. Fucking bitch always knew how to one up me.

I just really wanna fucking see Lucy, where the fuck is she? Probably somewhere screwing her jackass husband. I begin to seethe at the thought of him fucking her. She's mine. I'm the only one who should be fucking her. I'm the only one who should be buried deep inside that pussy, fucking her raw while she screams my name. I'll have her tonight if it's the last thing I do.

Leslie POV

I stride into the banquet hall wearing my beautiful cherry red gown with the flowing sleeves. Of course the empire waist displays my large cleavage just perfectly. Let's face it: I noticed the last two days that Drew couldn't take his eyes off my "assets", so I will use that to my advantage. Plus, knowing that he is indeed looking at me gives me the chills with delight.

And it was not missed on me that Drew wore a red tartan kilt the other night. Red has always been my favorite color, and the red and black combo Drew wore that night… Jesus Christ, that man is so gorgeous, it should be criminal. But I couldn't be happier because, even though he never said it, I know he wore that color for me, just as I wore the royal blue dress for him.

I should feel extreme guilt about wanting a married man. He does seem to be happy with that two timing bitch! But that's just the thing right there! Lucy is cheating on him with Randy. Of all people! If she had to whore around, couldn't she have found someone that would hurt Drew less If…I mean WHEN he finds out.

Speak of the goddamn devil, and his sorry ass appears in the flesh. I see Randy approaching me and I must fight a wave of nausea to stomach being around that deceiving piece of shit as he descends on me like some manwhore spector. But I have to play it cool. Like, I didn't see Lucy's damn face in Randy's bedroom mirror. Randy takes my hand and puts my knuckles to his lips, "Leslie, my dear friend. You look just ravishing!"

I fight the urge to punch him right in his damn nose and I curtsy to him, "Randal, thank you. You were always a charmer. You're looking quite fit yourself. And judging by that little exercise routine I saw in your chamber the other day, I can see where you are getting your blood pumping these days." By fucking Drew's wife, you dickhead!

Randy laughs and throws his hands up, "OK, that's number 947 in the things you'll never let me live down since childhood. You really are a harpy, but I've missed your smart mouth. Have you seen Drew and Lucy?"

Do I look like the handmaiden to your slut, Randy? You mean you're not keeping tabs on her? Go to hell! I respond, "Oh and this harpy has missed outsmarting you at every turn, my dear best friend. No, I haven't see them yet, but Sheamus told me that Drew had summoned him to meet before dinner. I can only assume Lucy is with him. Is something wrong?" Cat got your lying, cheating, whore tongue, Randal?

Randy smirks, "No. Only that you will be gone in a couple of days before we could get really get caught up. Drew seems to be occupying all of your time. I know you two were always close, but I've missed you too, Leslie." And he has the gall to wink at me.

I almost believed him to be sincere in what he said…almost. Almost only counts in horseshoes and stepping in horseshit, which is what he's feeding me now. But I come up with an idea, "Tell you what. Why don't you, Drew and I stay behind after dinner and all of us spend time together. Just like the old days. We can even invite Lucy to stay so she can hear what all I had to put up with back then. What do you say?"

Randy smiles, "I think that may be the best idea your brilliant mind ever came up with, Leslie! Consider it done." Yeah, I want to observe how uncomfortable you two are together with both me and Drew in the room with you. Way to fall into my trap, prick!

Just then, unwanted company in the form of Ridge Holland from Sheamus' court joins us. Tall, stocky built with menacing eyes, he puts his arm around me and nuzzles up to my ear, saying with his mead filled breath, "Hey Les. Let's go find a cozy little spot and you can open up that treasure box down there for me."

I shrug out of his nasty embrace and push him away "OK Ridge, time to go sleep off your drunk ass." I see Randy smirking at me. I roll my eyes and smack him on the arm, "Oh shut up! You have no room to talk!"

Lucy POV

I'm finished dressing and ready for the dinner party, but first I want to go see Allen, so I make my way down to the stables and find him carrying bales of hay to each of the stalls. What stops me in my tracks though, is that he had taken his shirt off and the sweat dripping down his body. Holy. Shit. He looks…I can't even formulate words in my head on how I feel at the moment, I think to myself and I watch him until he leaves the stall, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his arm. My presence startles him for a moment until he realizes its me and a large smile grows on his face.

"Lucy, you look…wow. You look incredible," Allen breathes and I close the distance between us, wearing a shy smile. Allen doesn't hesitate to grab me by the waist and pull me in close. I have on an off the shoulder pink champagne colored dress with the bodice being sheer lace, showcasing my cleavage. My hair is half up, half down with the front pieces of my hair twisted and pinned back.

"Thank you," I reply, looking up into his eyes and gingerly place my hands on his chest, letting them touch his skin for the first time. I let my fingers play with the hairs on Allen's chest and the look in his eyes has my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

"You're welcome, darlin'. I only speak the truth, especially when it comes to you," he says quietly and lowers his forehead to mine. I run my hands up Allen's chest and wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him close. Tilting my head up, I press my lips to his and Allen reciprocates the kiss immediately, deepening it.

I kiss him back desperately, never wanting to leave the comfort of his arms. I just want to stay here with him, but I know I can't. Everything about Allen makes me feel safe. Wanted. He makes butterflies scatter throughout my entire body without even having to do anything. Yes, I feel safe and wanted with Drew, but something about Allen is different. It feels natural. Right. Like we're meant to be with each other.

"That feeling is mutual. When I saw you before you noticed me just now, getting to see more of you," I say, then run my hands back down his chest and abdomen, letting my hands rest of the waistband of his breeches, as I press soft kisses to his lightly hair matted chest.

"Lu–Lucy…what? What are you doin', darlin'?" Allen quietly groans out and it turns into a moan when I let my hand glide lower over his package and I feel him grow hard under my touch. Before I can proceed, Allen grabs my wrist, stopping my advances. "Lucy, no…stop," He rasps out, his eyes hooded with lust.

I look up at him with a pout, hurt radiating through my eyes. "Do you not…?" I ask him and watch has he raises my hand to his lips as he presses a kiss to the back of it, never taking his eyes off of mine.

"I want to more than anything, sweetheart, but it's not right. Not right now, it isn't," Allen tells me softly and I nod my head, looking down. "Don't do that," he says, lifting my chin up so I'm forced to look at him, "I want you. Goddamn it, do I want you, don't doubt that…ever. But you're married to the King of Scotland. Kissing you is one thing," Allen says, pressing his lips to mine to prove a point, "light touching," he says and again, proves a point by framing my face with both hands and lets them run down the sides of my body, letting this thumbs graze my breasts. His hands continue their trek down to my waist and end on my rear, giving it the tiniest squeeze as he pushes my hips against his. "But being intimate is another. When the time is right, we'll find a way to be together. I promise you that, Lucy," he tells me and I nod once more.

"Kiss me, please?" I beg him quietly and Allen doesn't think twice about descending his lips onto mine. This kiss is short and sweet, but it has my toes curling and I lean into him as I slowly, but at the same time quickly begin to fall for this man.

Breaking the kiss, Allen rests his forehead on mine once more, framing the side of my face, "please don't ever doubt that I don't want you. I want you so bad, it hurts, but not like this, baby," he whispers, pressing another quick kiss to my lips and I gently nod my head, not wanting our foreheads to disconnect.

"Okay. I want you, too and no one else. I will wait, that's how much I want you," I whisper back and Allen shakes his head, looking down at me with pained eyes.

"No, you can't do that; you're married. When Drew wants you, you can't deny him. He will think something is off otherwise," he tells me and I shake my head back.

"I don't care. I'll find a way, Allen. I don't want anyone but you; if I have to wait, then I will," I reply, running my fingers through his hair.

Allen POV

My heart expands at hearing her tell me that she'll wait for the moment we can finally have each other the way we want. Even if that means sacrificing pleasing her husband. I still don't know who this woman is or how she is even real, but I've been thanking God all day that he sent me to her.

"Very well," I reply with a sigh, "even though I don't agree with it. But you are Queen, so I don't have the right to tell you what to do, even if you do care about what I think," I reply quietly, troubled at the whole thing, but the look in Lucy's eyes tells me that her mind is made up.

"I do care, but it's what my heart tells me to do. My heart knows being with you is right, so if I have to wait, then I will. Like I said earlier: I may be married to the King of Scotland, but my heart belongs to you. You hold it in your hands, Allen and I trust you with it more than anyone," Lucy tells me and I want nothing more in that moment than to claim her and make her mine, but I can't.

"Then you follow your heart, baby, but you need to get out of here and back up there," I say, nodding my head up to the castle. "You've been gone too long and he will come lookin' for you if you don't show up soon. I'll see you tomorrow, though?" I tell her and Lucy nods her head. "Just don't stop thinkin' about me, alright?"

"You know I never could. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day," she tells me and I pull her in for one more breathtaking kiss before regretfully sending her on her way and into the arms of the king.

Drew POV

As Sheamus and I come out of the library, shaking hands after our new agreement, I run into Lucy. I ask her, "What's the matter, love? You're flushed and out of breath."

She fans herself and says, "Oh, just had to go to the privy. I'm glad I got back in time so we could enter the dinner together."

I chuckle and kiss her forehead, "No worries, love. Sheamus has already gone in. I was just waiting for you. Shall we?" I hold out my hand, she takes it and we enter the banquet room. I spy both Randy and Sheamus talking together, and my eyes lock on the most beautiful, tempting sight my eyes have ever seen.

Leslie is dressed in red, and my heart skips a beat. Seeing her in that royal blue dress the other night was one thing, but I am not prepared for how gorgeous she looks in her favorite color. I swallow hard as I make my way to our company with Lucy, and trying not to have a giant erection in front of everyone looking at the juiciest fruit in the Garden of Eden.

That curly red hair piled on top of her head, her eyes look like emeralds shining in the water, those pouty full red lips, her skin looks like the perfect snow white. And those large, beautiful mounds sitting proudly on display. Bloody hell, I want to take her out of this room and bury myself deep inside her and make her scream my name as loud as she can! Christ, I have never wanted anything in my life more than this gorgeous woman.

Lucy brings me back to reality when she asked, "Drew, are you OK? Your hands are all sweaty." I nod as we get closer. You shouldn't be having these sinful thoughts, Drew. You're married to Lucy. She's good, kind and beautiful too. Snap out of it! But I can't, damn it! I cannot let this luscious creature leave my life again. And I've taken the steps to make sure I get to spend as much time together as possible.

We sit for the meal, Lucy sits to my right, but Leslie and Sheamus sit to my left. As we dine, Sheamus stands for the announcement, "Lads, and beautiful lass of the court of Ireland. King McIntyre and I have discussed some items, and we have come ta tha conclusion that three days is nowhere near enough time ta get everything done fer our agreement. Therefore, we will be staying an additional two weeks to ensure all requirements are met. Thank you to our gracious host and his beautiful queen fer their hospitality during this process."

As we all raise our glasses for a toast, Leslie looks at me and smiles. I hope this pleases her as much as it does me. But Lucy is just as excited to have Leslie around so she can get to know her better. I feel a pang of guilt because my motives for proposing this to Sheamus were completely selfish. I want Leslie in my life, any way that I can have her.

Randy POV

This is fucking fantastic! Fate couldn't have played into my hands any better than it just did. Sheamus staying for two weeks longer means that Leslie is forced to stay for just as long. No doubt she will be taking up much of Drew's time. That means I'll get to have Lucy all to myself and fuck that sweet little pussy to my hearts content.

Leslie POV

Two more weeks! I get to be with Drew for two more weeks. As I eat this incredible meal Otis has prepared, I am excited, anxious, and scared all at the same time! Excited because being in Drew's presence has brought me back to life. The rush I feel being with him again is palpable. I'm anxious due to what I know has to be done for the country I love, and to be with the man I desire: catching those two treacherous, whoring bitches in the act and showing Drew how they are shameless cuckolding him. And scared? I'm terrified that I will not last the two weeks without giving into the temptation of Drew. I want to fuck him so bad, I have to adjust my seating position just thinking about it!

After the rest of the company has left the banquet hall, all that is left behind is myself, Drew, Randy and Lucy. The three of us are laughing hysterically, talking about old times as we are stuffing our faces with snacks. Randy says, "But let's face it. No one could climb a tree faster than Leslie. Especially when there was a mad dog involved."

I shrug and smile, "It's called self-preservation. I had no desire to be a meal for Mr. Campbell's dog because you two couldn't stay out of his garden. Especially Drew."

Drew fakes offense as I laugh, "Wait a minute! OK fine! But let's not forget how Leslie liked to push Randy in the river."

I laugh at this and shrug, "Hey I needed to know if shit floats."

Randy, eyeing me with disgust, says, "There's that smart mouth again. How has it not gotten you into trouble yet?"

I raise my goblet of wine and say, "Who says it hasn't?" This gets a laugh out of both Drew and Randy and we clink our goblets together.

As we continue to reminisce, I notice Lucy acting either uninterested or distracted. I would say I hope we didn't make her feel like a third wheel but the bitch is probably thinking about fucking Randy. Drew looks at her and says, "Love, are you OK?"

Lucy comes out of her little dreamland and says, "Oh sorry. I'm just a little tired. I'm going to head to bed if you don't mind."

Drew, looking disappointed, says, "Oh. OK, I'll come with you."

Lucy shakes her head, "No! You can stay up and catch up. I don't mind." She kisses Drew on the lips as she leaves and I have to fight to keep my vomit down. She says, "Goodnight everyone."

Randy, the cad fuck, decides to take his leave, "You know, I'm going to turn in as well. Dealing with Sheamus all day is exhausting. Thanks a lot, Drew! I'll see you both tomorrow."

Holy fuck! He's going after her! I need to see if I can catch them! I stand up for a moment and tells Drew, "Don't you dare go anywhere, McIntyre. I'm not the least bit exhausted. I just need the privy."

Lucy POV

As I walk down the halls, I can't help but think about Allen. He's been on my mind all night and he was on my mind when Drew pulled me out of thoughts. Just as I'm about to walk past the library, I am quickly guided into it and pushed up against its door. My eyes widen when I realize it's Randy who cornered me. Oh god no. Please. I can't do this. I don't want to do this. Why does he have to be bothering me? I think to myself as Randy lowers his head towards mine.

"Lucy," Randy rasps out and begins to press wet kisses to my neck as his hands roughly run all over my body. "I've been waiting to get you alone all night. I need you so bad, baby," he groans out and tries to place a kiss to my lips, but I turn my head to the side, forcing Randy to press his lips to my cheek.

Placing my hands on his chest, I try to push Randy off of me, "Randy…no. I'm tired and I'm not feeling well. I just started my monthly courses today, that's going to last all week. And I've been uncomfortable and in pain all day. Please…don't make me," I plead of him.

He looks angry and annoyed at the news of my fake time of the month, but there is also understanding in his eyes. I meant what I told Allen when I said I'd wait to be with him. I want to be with Allen. Not Randy. I WANT Allen. I don't want Randy. So if I have to lie to Randy to keep him at bay, I will.

"Ugh, fine. I get it. I understand how you wouldn't want to do it on your monthly cycle. Feel better, babe," Randy says and grasps my face within his large hand and places his lips roughly on mine, the kiss being anything but sympathetic.

When Randy leaves the room, I place my hand over my rapidly beating heart as I try to catch my breath. I was afraid he wasn't going to take no for an answer, but thankfully he was understanding. Or at least he claimed to be. I wait a few moments before leaving the library to head back to mine and Drew's bedchamber, having the rest of the night to myself.

I get changed out of my dress and into my sleeping shift before walking over to the window that shows the backside of the kingdom, ironically facing the stables. I smile when I see Allen emerge from inside to finish up what he is doing before turning in for the night and I can't take my eyes off of him. Butterflies swarm throughout my entire being seeing him and I get this giddy feeling every time I see Allen or think about him.

Almost as if he feels eyes on him, Allen looks up and over in my direction. A large smile grows on his face when his eyes land on me. I smile brightly back at him and when he raises his hand to wave at me, I can't help but reciprocate. We have a staring contest that lasts about a minute or so until Allen breaks it with a shake of his head, but I know it's not directed at me. It's at the situation at hand because I know he is feeling the same thing I am.

He looks back up at me and blows a kiss in my direction that has me grinning from ear to ear. I play along and grab his kiss from midair and hold my fist to my heart before returning the favor. Allen copies my actions before turning to go back into the stables and I giggle like a little girl having her first crush tell her that he likes her back. And that's when I realize it. I haven't just fallen for him; I've fallen IN LOVE with Allen Jones and there is no one or nothing that will change that. I just hope that one day he can or will feel the same way about me as I do him.

With that thought and Allen on my mind, I say I silent goodnight to him and climb into bed, I pray to the gods above that when Drew comes to bed, he doesn't try and wake me for sex. Because if he did, I don't know how he'd take it if I tell him no.

Leslie POV

I'm still behind the wall where I have listened to Randy nauseatingly trying to get Lucy into bed, but I'm disappointed as I see Randy leaving the library and sulking to his chamber. Goddamn it! She just had to get her period today? Shit! Well, I have two weeks to catch you two fucks in the act. And I will make sure you both pay for what you're doing to Drew!

Speaking of that handsome devil, I rejoin Drew in the banquet hall and he is sitting there another bottle of wine and pastries. He says, "I knew you were back in the room, because it always lights up when you're around, Sweet." He is smiling at me with a twinkle in his eye.

I eye him, "OK what are you up to McIntyre?" But I gasp as I see what is on the plate, "Oh my god! Are those what they think they are?"

He nods, "I had Otis make this especially for you, my Sweet. My mom's wild cherry tarts! Enjoy!" I want to cry as I devour the first one.
I say, with a mouth full of cherries, "You have no idea how much I've missed these! And how I've missed baking with your mom. I loved her so much. I hate I wasn't here when she passed."

Drew's expression turns gloomy. He and Queen Angela were very close, and I know the pain of losing your parents too well. He clears his throat, "Yeah, it wasn't a good time when she was ill. I felt so helpless. All I wanted was to make her better. But I can tell you that she loved you too. She never stopped talking about you."

This makes me smile. But I decide to turn the topic because there is something I am very curious about, "So, I know you and Jenny were arranged. How did you meet Lucy?" Drew stiffened up a bit for some reason, like he doesn't want to talk about Lucy for some reason. But he relates the story of how he and Randy saved her from the abuse by her own father. I admit my heart dropped listening to this and I felt sympathy towards her. No one should have to endure horrific abuse like that.

But then he tells me about the fight he and Randy had no so long ago about her. How he had feared that she and Randy were sneaking around and that he was going to lose yet another woman to the ladies' man Orton. How they convinced him that he was paranoid and how he apologized to them. That made my blood boil even more. The King of Scotland literally saved her ass from abuse and he is still not good enough for her! Fucking bitch! This makes me more resolved to take those two cheating shits down!

Drew walks me to my bedchamber and takes my hand, "You looked absolutely beautiful tonight. And you have no idea how much I've missed you and I'm glad you're back, Sweet."

He kisses my knuckles and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me. I don't think Drew did, but it made me realize that I have fallen deeper in love with this man. But I shrug and say, "Tomorrow, if you don't mind, on our ride, I need to go into town to see the apothecary. Then, I'd love to collect some honeysuckle."

Drew chuckles, "Still making your own perfume oils, Sweet?"

I giggle and say, "Of course. Since I know Otis has a huge supply of cherries, I can use some of those."

Drew pulls me close and collects me into one of his amazing hugs. He feels so warm and smells so good, I want to stay here forever. He whispers in my ear, "You have always smelled the sweetest. Sweet dreams, love."

He kisses me on the forehead and I go into my room, slink down the door to the floor and start to cry. I love that man more than anything in the world. It is killing me to keep the secret from him, but even more that I am not the one to he will be making love to tonight. I goddamn know what I will be dreaming about: that gorgeous god of a man inside me!

Drew POV

I am thankful that Lucy is asleep when I enter our bedchamber. I strip off my clothes quickly and crawl into bed. My breathing is erratic and my cock is at full attention. It is due to that beautiful redhead. She has turned my world upside down in these few days. It was bad enough when I felt that tingling sensation when I kissed her hand. Oh god, when I kissed her on the forehead, I wanted to knock down her chamber door, put her on that bed and fuck her until she's unable to walk without feeling what I did to her the night before.

I put my right hand on my erection and I start to stroke, seeing that beautiful face with those hypnotizing green eyes. And the way she looked in that red dress tonight…those beautiful, huge tits I long to taste with my tongue…fuck! I have to stifle a moan and my hand goes faster on my shaft as I see myself mounting her from behind and fucking her without mercy, hearing her cries of my name as that beautiful ass bounces on me. I stroke harder as I imagine slapping that gorgeous backside with my palm, then soothing it as I pound her hard, feeling how wet I've made her. She reaches her climax screaming she loves me, and I reach mine, ejaculating on myself and having to bite my tongue from screaming, "I love you, Sweet!"

It's when I clean myself off that it really starts to hit me: I am still madly in love with my best friend as my wife is laying beside me sleeping. I know I should be ashamed, but I'm not. Being with Leslie is easy and natural. I can be myself, without judgment and I don't have to walk on eggshells, which I've had to do with Lucy during our entire relationship.

I turn over on my other side to see if I can get a reprieve but I don't. I see that beautiful face when I close my eyes as well. I don't know how these two weeks are going to go and what I'm going to do about being married to one woman and deeply in love with another. But I have to figure it out. In the meantime, I feel like a real shit for thinking this given the situation, but I can't wait until my Sweet is in my presence again.