Hello, my loves! I'm back with another chapter! How are we feeling about this love story? I hope you can tell how much I love the Drew and Leslie characters. As always, so much love to my girls ClaymoreQueen6176, GoldenGirl1920, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for your continued support and reviews. And thank you to anyone that has enjoyed my writing and favorited this or any of my stories. Your support means the world to me!

So, there were a few revelations in the last chapter, especially from our girl, Leslie. Well, let's see how she reacts when Drew takes her to face her past. Maybe, someone gets wet... Plus, Another plot from Karrion? Let's see how juicy this gets! Enjoy!

* I do not own the rights to WWE characters, and they own themselves as people. I own the rights to the Leslie character and to the intellectual property I had written for another story. *

Drew POV

I am sitting in my office going over requests and decrees that have come in over the last few days. I asked Gunther and Gallows to make sure I am not disturbed so I can give these my full concentration. I have spent so much time with Leslie that my work has fallen behind on these items. Not that I mind in the slightest. She is the best distraction I've ever had. And now my mind is back on her, damn it!

They say "speak of the devil and the devil appears" and that's what has happened. I hear my door shut and I grumble, "Guys, I told you not to let anyone…"

My words fall away because as I look up, I see that sinfully sexy goddess leaning against the door. She is wearing a dark purple riding dress, the material clinging to those tempting hips and of course, those mouthwatering tits so prominent, I ache to reach out and touch them.

She smirks as she walks closer to my desk, "What? Not to let anyone disturb you? But I am the disruption that you want, Drew." She comes to me, pushes me back in my chair and stands before me up against my desk. She purrs, "In fact, I know you want my distraction awful bad, baby."

She undoes a clasp on the bodice of her purple gown and the entire dress falls to our feet. I am in awe of this luscious creature standing naked before me! Jesus Christ! The most beautiful, delicious sight that has ever met my eyes!

Leslie takes my hands and places them on her beautiful tits and encourages me to knead them. I violently pull her into my lap so she straddles my groin, making her pussy feel my pulsing desire and lust for her under my kilt. She bucks on my erection as I suckle hard on the breasts I have been craving to have in my mouth as she arches her back, allowing me even easier access to nurse my longing for those bad boys.

She rips my white shirt down the front as she nibbles on my earlobe. She yanks my head back by my hair and starts kissing my neck. She whispers, "I know what you really yearn for, Drew. Me! You hunger for me. You want to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. You need to be inside me so bad, you can't stand it. Take me, Drew! I am all yours! Fuck me!"

Leslie slides off my lap until she's on her knees on the floor before me. She licks those full, succulent lips as she unhooks my kilt, exposing my hard and ready cock to her amazement. She wastes no time taking my entire length in her mouth. Oh fuck!

I can't even describe what Leslie is doing to me and how she is using that delectable tongue to assist sucking me off. Goddamn if this isn't the best blowjob I've ever had! I've never experienced a more gratifying sensation in my life! She starts using her hand to pleasure my balls as her mouth milks me hard. I thrust my hands in her hair urging her to suck faster and my eyes roll in the back of my head.

She pulls back and I hear a pop of my engorged head escaping her lips. She grins at me and sticks her tongue out. I reach down and put my hand on my cock. I tease her mouth with the tip, but I look at my desk and back to her. I growl as I push everything off my desk, then deadlift her from the floor and sit that gorgeous ass on top.

My need to fuck her is at such a fever pitch, I go right in, shoving my cock balls deep inside her pussy. Christ, I have needed her for so long! She screams my name and claws at my chest as I pump hard and fast inside her. Those large tits, red and wet from my attention, are bouncing every time I thrust inside that honied heaven.

I have her legs spread wide, holding her knees with my hands tilting her ass up so I can penetrate and pound her with the deepest strokes possible. I smell her sex, dripping wet from my fucking, and I become intoxicated on that scent.

I scream, "Oh FUCK! Leslie, I love you! My Sweet!" as we are both orgasming hard, but I hear another distant voice…

"Drew, honey, are you OK? You seem very distracted this morning.", Scarlett asks me.

It's been three days since that day in the glen when I almost kissed Leslie, and I come out of that beautiful daydream into this reality: Scarlett and I having breakfast in the banquet hall. I look at her and my eyes focus out of my haze of lust. This is a horrible thing to say, but I am disappointed to not only be woken from that incredible fantasy, but I wish it was Leslie sitting beside me.

I shake my head and look at her, praying she does not notice my raging hard on under the table, "Yes. Sorry, just thinking about some work items. Forgive me."

I grin at her, but even as she nods and smiles, I know something has changed between us. Not only am I head over heels in love with another woman, but Scarlett seems to have distanced herself from me. She is always asleep when I go to bed and does not even bother to initiate sex. Of course, neither do I.

Have her affections for me waned in favor of another as mine have, or has she simply noticed that I no longer desire her? I admit to myself that if it's the former, the only thing that would be hurt is my pride. However, I feel a lot of guilt about suspecting this and not fulfilling my duties as a husband to Scarlett.

But even as I think this, I perk up as the object of my desire comes waltzing into the banquet hall. Is she wearing the same purple dress I just dreamed about? Fuck me! The gods need to give me the strength to not plunder her sweet treasure today! She goes to Otis and fills her plate with fruit and bacon, giving his that smile that weakens me every time I see it.

I have to chuckle as she comes over to sit with us, "I see some things never change. Breakfast is strawberries, cherries and bacon for you, Sweet?"

She looks up as she adorably shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth and says with a grin, "Well, good morning to you too, Drew. And yes, as I said the night of the banquet, some things never change. I'm still funny, you're still adorable, and Karrion is still a man slut. Oh! Good morning, Scarlett! Didn't see you there." Scarlett looks a little pensive as she smiles, with food in her mouth.

I tell her with a smile, "So Sweet, I have an idea of where to go on our ride today. I think you'll like it."

Leslie raises her eyebrow and pops a cherry in her mouth. For fuck's sake! Her mouth! I need to know what that delicious thing can do to my cock!

She nods and smiles, "Color me intrigued, McIntyre!"

Scarlett POV

I love just lying here in AJ's arms. He knows I have my period, but he doesn't care. He just wants to be near me. He told me that he loves me and, much to my surprise, I realize that I'm truly in love with him! It's such a foreign feeling to me. All I've cared about for so long was sex.

I guess it's just as well that Leslie and Drew have left for the daily ride. I really do care about Drew as a person. He's a good man. My love for him is not the same as I feel for AJ. My feelings for him are out of gratefulness and respect. I married him because he is a good man, but I did feel pressure to do this. He needs an heir for his bloodline, and the King of Scotland couldn't just be seen around with a common slut like me.

Still, it stings some that Drew barely acknowledged me at breakfast today. He has been spending all his time and energy with Leslie and working with Sheamus on the treaty to know I exist. But at the same time, I have been neglecting him too. Either way, right now, I just need to be with the man I love and figure out what the hell I'm gonna do to keep that asshole, Karrion, away from me.

Drew POV

Leslie and I are now out on our normal daily ride. This time, we decide not to race as we decide to enjoy the scenic countryside and each other's company. I guess being here my entire life, I have taken the natural beauty of my kingdom for granted. However, seeing Leslie's stunning face as she looks around at her old homeland is a revelation. She smiles with both her mouth and green eyes as she considers every rock, tree and shrubbery.

She says, "You will never know how much I've missed this area. It's more lovely than I remember." I lead us to an area behind the falls this time and she looks at me inquisitively, "Why are you bringing me to this side of the Falls?"

We dismount our horses and have them drink at the loch's edge. I take her by the hand and start leading her into the wooded area, "I'm taking you to see your home, Sweet. I want you to see the ruins of your castle."

She stops walking and pulls her hand from mine. I turn around and she is looking down on the ground with a melancholy look on her face. She starts to shake her head, "No. I don't want to see this. It's not the same place it once was. I know it looks like it's about to fall apart. I don't think I can take seeing the state it has to be in. All those memories…my mother and father are both gone now…"

Her words trail off as she starts to cry. I take her in my arms and embrace her tightly. I explain, "My intention was never to make you upset, Sweet. I'm so sorry! But this home is a part of you. It is technically yours now. If you so wish, you can restore it back to its former glory. I just wanted you to see your home, Leslie."

Leslie POV

As much as I love being in Drew's arms, I know I need to break this up or I will never leave his warm, tight hold. Goddamn it, I don't want to! I long for these arms! I shrug out and smooth myself, wiping my tears away.

I nod, "You're right. I need to make peace with my past. I need to see the home I never wanted to leave. OK, take me there."

Drew offers me his arm and I accept. I wouldn't have the strength to do this if he were not there with me. I dreamed of my home by the Falls every night when we moved away for the longest time. I don't like the idea that it is in ruins, but in a strange way, it makes me happy that another family did not take up residence. I visualized one day visiting my parents here with my husband and children. That dream husband was always Drew.

But I had told him about my desire to build a cabin in the meadow down by the bottom of the falls. Something cozy and quaint to get away from the world for some quiet and privacy. I always pictured Drew and I watching our children running around in the heather, swimming in the loch and going down Slide Rock into the water.

Having this little home away from home to escape the kingdom for the day to make love, sit by the fireplace and just be a normal couple without the hassle of being King & Queen McIntyre. But these dreams are just that, unless I can expose Scarlett and Karrion. And even then, none of this means that Drew would want me.

As we wind into the clearing, I gasp in sadness and my eyes start to pool with tears as I see home come into view for the first time in all these years. It still seems structurally sound, but the stone walls are covered in holly and ivy vines that have taken hold of the outside structure. I drop Drew's hand and start to walk towards the front door. I can feel Drew's presence directly behind me.

He asks me, "Sweet, are you OK?"

I shake my head in disagreement. I'm not OK at all. I continue to walk in through the opened front door. I pant in grief and despondency. What was once a wonderful, warm and loving home is now cavernous and cold. It almost feels like a tomb as I glance around. I walk up the stone staircase, careful not to step on something alive, with Drew following right behind me. I reach my old bedroom, and it is all I can do to not burst out crying.

I look in the corner that once contained my bed and say, "I remember laying here every night after playing with you and Karrion all day. I would look out my window at the loch and wonder what the rest of my life would hold for me. If I would become more than what my lot in life as the only daughter of a prominent citizen was supposed to be. Or…or if I would become someone's wife, someone's mother. I would look at the stars dancing on the water and make a wish of my heart's desire when I would see a shooting star."

That request would always be for Drew to love me and make me his wife. As I look around the rest of the upstairs, that reminds me of something. I need to see if IT is still there! I brush past Drew and run back downstairs.

He calls to me, "Sweet, wait for me. Please be careful!"

I can hear him breathing as he has stopped in the archway of my old living room. I am kneeling on my knees staring up at the mantle above the old fireplace. I see the carving in the center stone of the hearth. It is still here, all these years later! Drew places his hand on my shoulder as he sees me heaving since I can't contain my sobs.

The carving in the stone was done by me when I was eight years old. I stand and start running my fingers over the cratered words with a heart etched around them: LCM Loves AMM Forever. I feel this emotion even stronger in my heart now than I did as that lovestruck little girl.

I need air! I get up quickly and rush out the front door, leaving Drew to look around and wonder what happened. I am outside trying to breathe without bawling, running my hands in my wild, curly hair. These sentiments, this love for Drew, is way too strong for me to handle at this moment.

I can't have the man I have loved my entire life. He loves another, his wife, and I hate this fucking fact so much, I want to scream at him. I want to tell him that I am the one for him, not the lying and cheating bitch he put that fucking ring on! But I can't, and it hurts my heart so bad. This knowledge and this secret that I am holding is starting to suffocate me. I don't know how much longer I can take holding this in!

Drew comes outside and takes my hands. He doesn't say a word, he doesn't have to. He pulls me close, and once again I am in his arms in a beautiful tight hug. I cry with my face pressed to his mountainous chest and he lets me. He allows me that sad but beautiful sentiment to sweep over me. It's in that moment that I realize how much I miss Scotland, my home and my parents, and how much my love for Drew has only grown since I returned.

But it also makes me more understanding of the gravity of the situation that I am in. Once I reveal this terrible secret, everyone involved will have their lives turned upside down. I recognize that I am prepared for those consequences, no matter if they fall in my favor with Drew or not. My home kingdom and the heart of the man I love is at stake. It sinks in to me that I don't have a choice. I have to do this.

Drew touches my face with his strong but soft hands and thumbs away my tears. He gives me one of those heart stopping smiles and says, "You are the strongest woman I have ever met, Sweet. I know that was not easy for you. You have no idea how much I admire you."

This is too intense for me. I can't let him see how much I long for him. I try to lighten things up as I start walking to get the horses. I shrug, "There's nothing to admire. This had to happen eventually. Whether I decide to stay in Scotland or not."

Drew's interest looks piqued as we reach the horses and start walking them back around the Falls, "Is that a possibility? That you could stay in Scotland? I really hope it is."

I fight with my inner monologue not to say, I will stay if you are mine! I just say, "It depends on other factors. But yes, if the situation is right, I would stay in Scotland. I would miss Ireland and King Sheamus, and a lot of this would depend on him since he is my guardian and protector. But I love… Like I said, it depends on other reasons and conditions."

Drew POV

I am staying cool on the outside, but my heart is leaping for joy right now! My Sweet may stay with me! Jesus Christ, whatever conditions she wants, all she has to do is say the word and I will make it so. As we reach the front face of the Falls by the rocks, I make a vow to myself that I will do everything in my power to make my true love stay with me.

I also can't help but wonder what the carving in the hearth meant. I looked at it after Sweet left the room. Were those her parents' initials? Nah, different names for the initials. Grandparents maybe? I don't even have time to think about the full ramification for what her staying in Scotland may bring to my marriage to Scarlett when I notice Leslie taking off her shoes. She runs over to the rocks and starts to climb, holding her dress skirt up.

I gape at her, "Sweet, what in the hell do you think you are doing?"

She, as carefree as a child, says, "What does it look like I'm doing, McIntyre? I'm climbing these boulders and I'm going down Slide Rock. Just like the old days."

I look at her like she's grown three heads, "Are you mental? You have a riding dress on! You'll be wet for the ride back to the castle. And that water is freezing!"

Leslie rolls her eyes and smirks, "Drew, we went down this slide God knows how many times as kids and each time, I was wearing a dress. What's the difference?"

I didn't say out loud, but it's because back then, she didn't those incredible curves in her tits and ass. But before I could stop her, she squeals with delight as she pushes off and goes down Slide Rock, splashing into the loch below.

She comes up for air and laughs, "Holy hell! That was fun! Oh, the water is exhilarating! OK Drew, your turn!"

I shake my head, "You're off your rocker! There's no way you're getting me down that slide again, Sweet! Get out of the water so you can dry off."

As she's treading water, she pouts her lip and says, "Now don't tell my big, bad King Andrew McLean McIntyre of Scotland is scared of the water slide now. Chicken!" The little minx dares to splash me! I wipe the water from my face as she says the words I've dreaded and couldn't resist since childhood, "I double, triple, and quadruple dog dare you, Drew!"

I huff, undo the scabbard from around my waist and remove my tunic. I yell at her as I'm climbing up the rock, "You better be prepared for what I'll do when I get in that water, Sweet!"

I slide off the rock and land in the water, hearing her giggles and screams. I come up for air and swim over to her. I grab her by her waist and scream, over her rather loud protests, "You asked for this, Sweet!", as I toss her over my head into the water behind me.

She comes up laughing and cries, "Wow! You're much stronger than when we were younger! But is that all you got, McIntyre?"

I see her smirk and I know that's a challenge. She brings out a side of me that I thought had died years ago. The fun, carefree side that had to cease the moment I ascended to the throne in my father's death and was forced to marry Ginny. But if I'm honest with myself, that part of me truly died the day Leslie McLean left my kingdom and my life, and I never realized how much I needed and craved it until she came back into the picture.

I swim over to her and pull her close, tickling her sides as she cackles and hoot with laughter, and say, "How about this? You wanted a laugh, Sweet? You got it!"

She puts her hands on my chest as she's laughing, initially to attempt to push me off. But then, we both stop struggling and giggling when we realize how close our bodies are. There is not even a sliver of air or water between us, as I feel her large, hardened nipples against my chest.

Breathing for both of us is unsteady and I feel my knees weaken as our faces are dangerously close to each other. Those incredible emerald green orbs are focused on mine, and I have an overwhelming hunger to kiss those full, delicious looking lips.

I cup her cheek in my trembling hand and say softly, "Sweet, I…"

But that's all I am able to get out. At least she still has some wits about her as she breaks away, swimming to the loch's shore. I follow her and come out of the water, and neither of us say a word on the ride back to the castle.

In the stable, we are greeted by Karrion, of all people. He looks us up and down and shakes his head, "Do I even want to ask?"

We look at each other, and neither of us can contain our laugher. Leslie walks by him and mock curtsies, giggling even harder. I clap Karrion on the shoulder and double over chuckling harder, "Oh come on, old mate! Don't you remember what it's like to not have that large stick up your arse? Lighten up!" I walk into the castle, asking Noam for a drying cloth.

Karrion POV

OK, what in the hell is going on with Drew and Leslie? Are they fucking each other? Nah! No way in hell that's happening. Drew is too much of a goody goody to cheat on Scarlett. I'm still beyond pissed I haven't fucked Scarlett in over a week. I can't believe that little cunt got Drew to hire that fucking new stable boy!

This DJ, AJ, or whatever the fuck his name is, got on my bad side quickly! She's spending way too much time with his sorry as for my taste. I'll have to watch for him now when I go down to the stables to… OK Kross, you need to cool yourself down.

I have to admit it to myself. Leslie looks hot as hell soaking wet! Fuck, when did she get so fine? Those boobs need my mouth all over them. I'll make her wet alright. Wait a minute…that's it! Why didn't I think of this before? It's brilliant! Since Scarlett won't fuck me and seems to be avoiding me, I'll fuck Leslie instead!

Drew may not in love with her, but he obviously cares for her. Maybe he even lusts over her. I can't blame him. So, if I plow her, I can hurt him just as bad as fucking Scarlett. After all, she's obviously easy to bed, judging by the interaction I witnessed between her and that stupid limey Ridge Holland. Those gorgeous lips and that killer body…yeah, it's time to fuck that little harpy bitch into submission.

Leslie POV

Drew and I have dinner by ourselves in the banquet hall. Since it's on the later side of the evening, there is no Karrion, Scarlett or Sheamus. Just me and him eating Otis' delicious baked chicken and the reverberating sounds of our laughter. My emotions being with Drew again have been all over the place. I either cry because I can't have him, or giggle incessantly at our dumb jokes at each other's expense.

After he walks me to my bedchamber, placing a sweet kiss to the top of my still damp hair, I strip out of my dinner clothes and put on my sleep shift. I'm brushing the tangles out of this curly mess and look in the mirror.

I imagine Drew coming up behind me and holding me close. I can feel his hot breath on the skin of my neck as he plants wet kisses there. I can feel his embrace around my waist, but then I blink, and it makes me sadder when the image is gone.

I lay down in my bed and snuggle up in the furs, wishing that gorgeous, muscular body was holding me close after making passionate love to me. I reflect on the events of the day. Seeing my home was so emotional, especially finding the stone with the carving that shows my undying love for Drew.

But what happened in the water… If I hadn't swam away from him, I would've let him fuck me right there in the Falls where we played as kids. I used to dream of that scenario every night… Who the hell are you fooling, Leslie? You still dream of this!

But I drift off to sleep and I have the strangest dream: Drew and I had just gotten married, and he takes me to the Falls for our wedding night. He shows me his wedding gift. He has built my dream cabin beside the loch by the Falls. He carries me across the threshold and tells me of his undying love for me as we make love by the fireplace. And there is something on the hearth… a stone with a carving…

Drew POV

I am in the bed lying next to Scarlett thinking about how I nearly kissed my best friend in the water today. I was so close to professing my eternal love for her in that moment. I look over my shoulder and consider for a moment waking Scarlett up to have sex in an attempt to relieve this lust I have for Leslie in my mind and heart. But even though it is within my right to do so as her husband, I could never do that.

Scarlett doesn't deserve to this. She should not be my second choice. She is my wife, and I made her queen of my kingdom. She has done nothing wrong and deserves the utmost respect. But I don't love her.

I will never love her as I do Leslie. She completes me, understands me and holds my heart in a way Scarlett never could. And if the night Leslie arrived at the castle showed me anything, Scarlett will never be a substitute for my greatest love.

But Leslie said she may stay! I fall asleep wondering what those conditions would be for her to remain in Scotland. Would I have to secure a husband for her as a substitute for Sheamus' protection? Oh hell no, son of a bitch! No man will ever touch my Sweet but me, goddamn it!

All I know is something feels like a dam is about to burst. There is a strange tension in the castle that is starting to feel like a chokehold. Leslie leaves in about a week and every time I think about this fact, my heart breaks apart a little more. But I get the strangest feeling, call it King's intuition, something drastic and life changing is about to happen…for all of us.