Hey y'all! I'm back with another chappie! And this one was written by one of my girls JustCherry73, so please show her some love in the comments below! As usual, I send my love out to my ladies JustCherry73, wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920 for your continued love and support! I love you ladies soooo much!

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Drew POV

I'm riding to the falls with Leslie by my side. We are not racing this time either. I have to grin knowing that there is no way to beat her in a horserace. My mind is too preoccupied to speak right now. Lucy and I have not had sex since the night Sheamus (and more importantly Leslie) arrived at the castle. She is always asleep when I come to bed. I feel like she is withholding her affections from me. But it is very hypocritical of me to think about this as I am doing the same to her.

I feel guilty for thinking this, but I am more upset that Leslie only has another four days before she leaves than Lucy not wanting to fuck me. I know in my heart of hearts that I no longer desire, nor do I love Lucy. Leslie is the one I need and love and I am dreading that day when she possibly returns to Ireland with Sheamus.

I can't stand the thought of her walking out of my again. My heart would splinter and I can't bear the idea going back to life without that beautiful soul filling my hours. I have to figure out a way to make her stay! What are these conditions that can be met so she will remain in Scotland, damn it? To hell my marriage! I can't lose Leslie again! My mind drifts back to that awful day, the day I lost my true love for what I thought was forever:

"What?! The McLeans are leaving Scotland? They're moving to Ireland? No! They can't leave!" I am 18 years old and preparing to ascend to the throne as King of Scotland once my father advocates due to age or passes away. My dear mother, Queen Angela, is starting to show signs of illness and this is weighing on my mind. But right now, all I care about is finding Leslie. I have just been told that her family has just picked up and left the kingdom.

My father, King Duncan McIntyre, nods but is firm, "I'm sorry, son. I know you're upset, but it is true. Douglas informed me that he and his family are leaving today."

I shake my head violently, then turn to Randy, "No! I won't allow it! I need Leslie here! Did you know anything about this?"

Randy shrugs and puts his hand on my shoulder, "No. I just found out too. Look, I know you'll miss Leslie. I will too. But you have a duty as future king to worry about." I look at my mother and all she can do is look down with tears in her eyes.

Angry and sad, I lash out at both of them, "No! Fuck my duty! I don't give a toss about being king! I need to find Leslie! I need to tell her! I can't let her leave without saying…" I trail off because I hear a faint voice crying out my name over and over. It's getting louder. It sounds like crying and begging. Oh god! "LESLIE! She's crying for me!"

I bolt from the hall and run out the door, choosing to ignore the protests of Randy and my dad. I hear Leslie screaming my name even louder. I shout as loud as I can, "LESLIE! Where are you? I'm coming for you! I'll find you, my Sweet!" I run to the stables to get my horse. I have to catch up to her! I have to tell her I love her with all my heart and that I've loved her since the day we met and that I want her to be my Queen! I want to marry her and make lots of princes and princesses with her! She is the only girl for me!

But at the stables, I am met by my father and Randy. I try to get by them but they stop me, with my father saying, "Drew, stop this. They are gone. I'm sorry but you have to stay here."

I try like the devil to push back at them, "No, goddamn it! Get out of my way! I heard her crying for me! She needs me and I need her!"

Randy grabs me by my shoulders and yells, "Damn it, Drew! Stop! You heard nothing! We didn't hear a thing because it's too late! They're gone. She's gone. Drew, I'm sorry. But you didn't hear her. It was your imagination. Leslie is gone."

Randy pulls me into a hug I'm fighting, exchanging looks with my father. I start to cry and eventually collapse into his arms. I sob, "No! She can't be gone! She's my best friend! I need to tell her! You don't understand!"

Later that night, I look up at the stars from my bedchamber, wondering if my beautiful Leslie is looking at those same stars in the sky. My father told me earlier tonight that, in a couple of years, it has been arranged that will be marrying Princess Jennifer when she comes of age. I do not want this! I'm sure she's a nice girl, but I don't want her! I would gladly give up this kingdom to be with Leslie. No woman will ever hold my heart but my Sweet.

Just then, I see a shooting star dart across the dark sky. I have never held such superstition like Leslie. She always believed that wishing on a falling star made your greatest wish come true. But I am willing to give it a shot if it means getting back the girl of my dreams. I shut my eyes and hope that my prayer somehow makes it to Leslie's heart, "My Sweet, I love you so much. I'm sorry that I never told you. But please, find your way back to me, Leslie. Find your way home to Scotland and to me, my Sweet…"

Leslie POV

Drew is very quiet on this ride. But then again, so am I. We're not having our normal race to the falls. Drew has pretty much given up on trying to beat me at this point. But today, I feel solemn and sad. Not only have I not been able to catch those two whoring pieces of shit in the act yet (but I still have time), but I can feel my heart breaking already.

I'm supposed to leave Scotland in four days to go back to Ireland and resume my normal life, whatever the hell that means now. Nothing I do in Ireland will ever feel ordinary after being with Drew again. We have grown even closer in this time than when we were kids. And my love and desire for him has only gotten stronger. I never want to be without him again. I try not to tear up as I recollect about the last time I had to leave the only man that will ever hold my heart:

"Father, no! Why? Why do we have to leave Scotland? I don't want to go! Mother, please! We can't leave!" My father is explaining things to me…something about duty…Ireland…but all I can hear is the shattering of my heart. I'm leaving my home by the waterfalls, the only home I've ever known. I love the kingdom of Scotland so much. I don't want to live in Ireland!

But more important, I can't leave Randy…and DREW! No! I can't leave him! I love him! "Drew! DREW! Please come find me!" My cries for him grow louder and I'm choking on my sobs as we ride by his castle one last time. I am screaming his name as loud as humanly possible, much to the chagrin of my parents, but I don't care. Drew needs to hear me! I keep my head turned towards the castle, and I cry out his name louder and louder as the castle fades into the distance, praying that I will see my true love come for me.

But he doesn't. My wails fall on deaf ears. Drew didn't hear me. I may never see Drew McIntyre or hear that heart melting voice call me "My Sweet" again, and that thought has just ripped my heart apart. I turn my head back forward and my tears flow even harder. I never got to tell him goodbye. More importantly, I never got to tell him how I truly felt for him. I curse at my father for making me leave, but all he does is look ahead, focusing on the road to the boats. All he says to me is, "One day you will understand, my dear Lass."

Later that evening as we travel on the boat from Scotland to Ireland, I am in my cabin looking out the window up at the sky after watching the moon dance on the dark water. I see a falling star and I quickly make a wish. I close my eyes and hope against hope that Drew hears my prayer, "Drew, I love you with all my heart and soul and I always will. Please hear me, my love…please hear…"

"Sweet, you look like you're a million miles away. Is everything alright?" I am snapped back into the present by Drew's soothing voice as we arrived at the waterfalls.

I jump a little as I respond, "Oh! I'm sorry. I was just remembering something. I know you're not used to me actually being quiet. I apologize if I'm not very good company today."

Drew helps me off my horse and says as he takes the horses to the loch's edge for water, "You're always great company, Sweet. The best I've ever had actually. Too bad it could all be coming to an end soon."

I noticed the far away and sad look in his blue eyes as he gazes at the waterfalls. I walk up beside him and wrap my arms around his right one. Oh god, I feel his bulging muscles and the heat coming off his skin. I inhale his scent through my nostrils. That manly musk is almost too much for me to handle. I struggle to keep my composure and not cry when I say, "I do love Ireland. It's been good to me, as has King Sheamus. But I don't want to leave Scotland…or you."

Drew looks down at me with a desperate look and I can hear his faint exhale of breath. The look in his eyes is also that of longing and want. It is clear that Drew desires me, but that is not the same as love. I cannot give into my feelings until I know he loves me. That what he feels for me is way beyond physical or the idea of having me in his bed. And unless I can expose that goddamn whoring wife that he has pledged his love to, it's not going to happen. I have to stay strong in my resolve on this, but it is getting harder by the second to resist the temptation of this incredible man!

Before we both do something we regret later and to lighten the mood, I turn around to face the old forest behind us and recall, "Do you remember how we were always convinced this place was haunted? I remember when we would go into these woods and play hide and go seek."

Drew chuckles "Oh yes! I remember. You used to hide behind trees and make those loud ghoul sounds. You always scared Randy so bad, he'd shite his kilt."

I laugh at this memory, "Well, that wasn't a hard thing to accomplish. That dolt was so easily duped. I have a brilliant idea. Let's play hide and seek now. Unless of course, you're also scared of all the ghosts in the spooky forest. Oooooohhhhhh!"

Drew narrows his eyes and smirks (Christ almighty, is there any way this man can look at me and I not want to cum all over myself?) He turns around and puts his hands over his eyes, "One! Two! Three!..."

I run into the forest a little ways and find a large tree to get behind, resting my back against it. My breaths are so heavy and my heart is pounding, and I'm sure it's not from the sprinting through the forest. That man makes my knees weak! I don't know how much longer I can take being this close to Drew and not shout to the kingdom how much I want him or just give in to him when he tries to kiss me again. I hear him shout, "Ready or not, my Sweet! Here I come!

I turn my head to the side to see if I can spot him so I can round the tree to make sure he won't see me. I turn my head back straight forward and that damn sexy Scottish devil is standing right in front of me! That sexy stance with his arms folding only making his arms and chest look more muscular. Fuck me! He has a leering gleam in his eyes that causes a pool inside my loins. I yelp, "Jesus Christ, Drew! You made no noise! How in the hell do you find me so quickly?"

Drew steps closer and puts his hands on the tree at both sides of my head. He leans in and whispers with that gruff, sexy voice, "There is nowhere you can hide that I won't find you, my Sweet. I can promise you that."

My breathing just became erratic again. My body is betraying me. My nipples are hardening like stones and I lick my lips. Oh fuck, why does he have to be so close to me? I have to find a way to break this tension, and fast! I become defiant and proclaim, "Now, McIntyre. We both know you're a mighty hunter. But let's face it. Whether on horse or foot, you can never…CATCH ME!"

I dip under his arm and run towards the woods' edge, picking up my skirt and laughing as I make a break for the falls. I hear Drew chuckle with mirth, "You little minx!" I make it out to the grassy meadow by the falls. As I slow down, those mighty, strong arms lift me up from behind and spin me around. I squeal with delight and he roars, "I caught you that time, Sweet." We laugh harder as Drew's feet get tangled up in themselves and we tumble to the ground

I fall on my back hard and Drew lands on top of me. I groan from the feel of his weight and his amusement immediately dies as a world of worry etches on that beautiful bearded face, "Sweet, oh my god! I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? I'll never forgive myself if I did!"

Immediately, I reach up to cradle his face in my hands to soothe him and ease his fears, "No! Drew, I'm not hurt. I'm fine." His hand, ever so gentle and soft, cups my left cheek and without thinking, I place a kiss in the middle of his palm. But that when I realize his face is oh so close, his mouth is hovering just over mine. I can feel that warm, sweet breath on my skin. Those blue orbs that gives me shivers are glazed over with hunger and passion.

And it finally happens: the kiss I have been dying for my entire life! Oh, fuck me, it does not disappoint! Drew's soft lips gently caress mine and I am convinced that this must be what it feels like to be in heaven. My fingers reach around and tangle in that beautiful mane of jet-black hair as I urge him to deepen the kiss. And he does. His tip of his tongue traces my lower lip as if asking me for permission to invade. I have never been kissed like this by any man before, and I will never want another man to touch my lips again.

I allow this beautiful assault by the King of my heart. His tongue slips past my teeth and tangles with mine. I am helpless to resist him as the hand that had cupped my cheek drifts down my arm, now rubbing me slowly up my side. The kiss grows more urgent and passionate by the second as that hand settles on the side of my breast. I moan into his mouth as his thumb grazes, then gently rubs my already hardened nipple.

I am so swept away by this moment that I don't discover that he is nestled between my already wide spread thighs until that moment. As the kiss becomes even more heated and sensual, I feel his desire hard and pulsing against my belly. Oh, my fucking god! I can tell how large his cock is, feeling the outline with only his kilt and my dress between me and the object I crave. Just on pure desire, I buck my hips against his erection.

Drew's other hand finds its way up under my skirt, and I am powerless to stop him from doing this, thanks to this kiss and my eternal love for this man. I feel his soft but demanding fingers slide up the inside of my thigh and find my already damp folds. I shudder with anticipation of his next move. His fingertip starts to circle my tiny nub and I am already coming undone on his hand. His finger slips gently inside me, touching and stroking that soft and sensitive spot. I moan into his mouth as I cum hard all over his fingers.

Drew breaks from the kiss, his own breath ragged, and he groans out, "I want you, my Sweet! Oh god, I need you! I…" Drew's fumbling hand starts hastily pulling up my skirt and trying to undo his kilt. Oh no! Not like this! It can't happen like this!

I manage to push him off me (Goddamn, that chest is like a brick wall and I want it bare so bad!) and scurry up off the ground, smoothing my skirt down and hating myself for hauling what felt so incredible. Drew is stunned, still sitting on the ground as I panic and pace. No! I will NOT be a harlot like Lucy! I will not have the thought of him thinking of her when he's fucking me! If I allow this, I am no better than her and Randy! My plan will be ruined if I give into him, but goddamn do I want to! I can't do this!

Drew rises quickly to his feet and a look of dread crosses his face. He pleads with me, yet with longing in his trembling voice, "Leslie, please forgive me. I'm so sorry if I offended you."

I have to fight every urge within me not to run back into his arms and let him ravage me and taking what is rightfully his. I don't even look back at him as I manage to breathe out with my voice shaking, "There's nothing to forgive. I want you more than you will ever know. But Drew, we can't do this again. You are a married man. You love your wife and I will not be a homewrecking whore. I refuse to be treated like that trollop we caught Randy with that day! (Damn right I took the chance to get that dig in!) You need to think about the bigger picture. Your kingdom. Your duty to the people you serve. You could have the future King of Scotland on the way right now as we speak. (Now here come the tears at the wretched thought of that unfaithful twat being pregnant with the child of the man I love!) And I'm so sorry. Drew, I want what was gonna happen so bad, but I can't do this!"

I sprint to my horse while the tears burst from my eyes. I can hear Drew desperately calling for me, "Leslie, please don't leave! Did you say you want me too?" But if I don't get away from him now, I will make love to him by the waterfall (goddamn it, why did I put that idea in my own head?), and I cannot allow this to happen while he is married to Lucy. But I will NEVER regret that kiss and everything else as long as I live. And his touch! I had paradise for a brief shining moment. Oh god, the memory of his finger inside me is gonna make me wet all over again! That sweet moment may be all I get with him in this life, but I will treasure it in my heart and memories always!

I quickly mount my horse. I don't even dare look back at him because if I do, I will fuck that man with all the love and passion I hold in my body for him. My horse and I take off at a racing gait. I have to get back to the castle. It's time for the meeting, and I can't be concerned with my own libido when there is a job to do: taking down that viper tongued manwhore and Drew's fucking slut of a wife.

Drew POV

I get on my horse and I am flying as fast as he can go to catch up with Leslie. Goddamn it, I'm so stupid! Why did I nearly cheat on my wife? Lucy has done nothing but be good to me and I reward her by nearly fucking my best friend! I accused her of lusting for Randy and I do this to her. But even in this guilt, I may have done something worse. I may have pushed Leslie away for good! Damn it, Drew! You dumbass!

But fuck me! That kiss! That amazing kiss I had waited to give Leslie my entire life and it wasn't how I envisioned it…it was even fucking better! Shit, that woman knows how to use her mouth! She said she wants me! Damn it, she was right to stop what we were getting ready to do. If we had continued down that road, it could never be undone. I was ready to fuck her by that waterfall in any and every position possible until there was not a shred of strength left in either of our bodies.

But did it feel so goddamn right! I finally got to cup those magnificent huge tits in my hand. I wanted nothing more than to yank and tear the bodice of that dress until my mouth was all over those gigantic things! Put the tip of my tongue on that nipple and suckle until she screamed my name. And…that touch. I felt heaven and her honey flow on my fingertips. I can smell her now and I am drunk in love on that aroma. She was already wet and ready for me. I can only imagine how that sweet pussy felt clinching my cock inside that heat!

Goddamn it, I meant what I said! I want you, Sweet! And now, I know it's a mutual feeling. You want me too! I love you so much and I need that fucking incredible body under me now! Damn it, I can't get a hard cock now on this rough ride back to the castle. I must catch up to Leslie and apologize. I can't lose her now!