Hello, my loves! I'm back with yet another chapter! I really hope you are loving this as much as I do! 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!

Well, is anyone up for a ride? How about a trip into the village? How about some more close encounters for our favorite 'will they or won't they' couple'? More revelations? Let's see what happens next! 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

It is early in the morning, and I am ready to start my day in the company with the most beautiful woman in the world. Jesus, Drew. You should be thinking this about your own wife, not your best friend! I know my conscience is right, and I feel a stab of guilt.

This morning, I didn't leave Scarlett a note or a rose like I have in the past when I've left the bed before she awoke. She has done nothing to lose my affections, but I can't help what I am feeling. My feelings for Leslie grow stronger by the second and there is no cure for it.

I arrive at her bedchamber door and knock three times. I practically sing, "Oh, Sweet! The honeysuckle awaits!"

She comes bounding out saying cheerfully, "Here I am. I can't wait to take in that smell of home!"

Christ almighty, she takes my breath away! She is only wearing a simple light pink riding dress, but it accentuates every curve on her body that I long to trace with my fingers. Her perfect white skin fits the hue of the dress perfectly.

Seeing her red hair look adorably messy, I can't help but ask, "Did you lose your hairbrush, Sweet?"

She slaps me on the arm (Every time she touches me, I get shivers down my spine!) and she starts to skip down the hall, giggling the whole time, "Not everyone has a perfect mane of hair like you, McIntyre!"

She giggles and springs towards the stables just like when we were kids. Except now, she has those large, beautiful breasts that bounce and make my mouth water. As I'm catching up to her, she gets stopped by a guy I recognize from Sheamus' court. He was the one that gave me the dirty looks the day they arrived.

He reaches around and grabs her by the waist, I hear this cockney prick say, licking his lips, "Oh yeah, Les! Let Ridgey have a taste of those juicy melons, love!"

She struggles and pounds on his chest as she thwarts off his advances, "Oh, you disgusting oaf! Get off me, Ridge, you asshole!"

I run up on this prick, grab him by the collar and throw him as hard as I can against the wall. I pin him there and get in his face, practically growling "The lady said to get off of her. I suggest you do as she asks and bugger off."

Ridge, being a defiant bastard, snarls, "I don't have to do a damn thing you say! I don't care if you are the King, haggis!"

I rear back to punch him in his meaty face and Leslie stops me, ordering Ridge, "Get out of here now, Ridge. I have no problem telling King Sheamus that you are being rude to our host. He won't take kindly to you potentially ruining this agreement between our kingdoms. Go be a sod somewhere else!"

Ridge looks smug and shrugs, "OK. No problem. But Leslie, my minxy sex goddess, one way or another, you will give me more of that sweet thing you got down there. You all have a great morning!"

I am ready to commit murder in my own home as I witness that limey asshole stroll down the hall. I look at Leslie, and she is flushed and clearly disturbed. She shakes her head and starts walking towards the horse barn, "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Drew. Ridge has no couth or sense of decorum, to say the very least. Don't think less of the rest of us in Sheamus' court based on his boorish behavior, please."

As we get to the barn to get our horses, I ask her point blank, "Sweet, what was that all about? Are you taken?"

She looks offended as she takes the horse from AJ and thanks him, "By him? Drew, can you give me a little credit for taste? And no, I'm not taken by anyone."

I mount my horse, and we start off towards the village riding together. I know it's irrational, but I am starting to feel intense jealousy towards this Ridge fucker. The way he looked at her. The audacity of that fucker to touch her!

I'm starting to feel very sour, and I feel the need to continue my interrogation, "Do you two have a history? He didn't seem to want to take no for an answer."

Leslie seems uncomfortable and waves it off, "Nothing I care to talk about right now. Believe me, he's been told no plenty for the last two years. If Sheamus didn't need him for strategy purposes against the British, I would've booted him out of Castle O'Shaunessey on his ass ages ago. Can we not talk about him? I'd rather talk about you and me riding to the village like the old days. Please try not to throw rocks at any windows this time!"

I have to laugh and say, "Fine, I'll try to restrain myself, Sweet."

She adds, "Actually, I have a question of my own for you. You mentioned the fight between you and Karrion over your suspicions about Scarlett. What exactly happened?"

Now it's time to feel shame as I recount, "Well, I didn't like the way he would look at her sometimes. And I also caught her glances at him as well. It didn't set well with me."

She interrupts, "Given his history of being a man slut, I would say that's understandable."

I sigh, "Yeah, well I found them in the stables very close to each other. You know how my temper can get the best of me sometimes. I confronted them, screamed at them and they tried to tell me that nothing was going on. He called me paranoid. By that time, a group of my army had gathered after hearing the ruckus. I couldn't let that disrespect slide, so I beat the hell out of him. It was like some monster came over me. Scarlett cried and ran into the house to get Gunther and Gallows. They wound up having to pull me off of him. After I calmed down, I felt awful about what I did and the bad thoughts I was having about them. I apologized to them both. Karrion understood, but things haven't been the same between me and Scarlett since."

I'm scared of her reaction, that she may look at me in a different way. But she gives her normal, sweet understanding smile, "Well, a King must appear strong in front of his men. You believed they were cuckolding you and Karrion violated your authority when he challenged your sanity. He deserved the ass whipping you gave him."

I have to chuckle, "You always did love to see him get any comeuppance, Sweet."

She looks at me, "When it's one he's earned? Of course. Besides that, I will always be on your side and have your back, Drew. No matter what."

We talk the entire way to the village about anything and everything. Being with her is like second nature and I love every second of it. But as we arrive at the apothecary, I am still plagued by both my guilt for falling in love with her all over again, but now the green-eyed monster is starting to creep into my soul wondering about the nature of Leslie's relationship with Ridge.

She walks in and asks the apothecarist where to find her carrier oil, as well as the base, head and heart. I have no clue what she is talking about, but she looks so adorable when searching for these ingredients. But our disturbing exchange with that motherfucker is still weighing on my mind.

I start to initiate a conversation that could go very badly, but it's information I need to know, "Sweet, why have you never married?"

She looks up from her inspection of the bottle in her hand and looks very pained, "It's very simple, Drew. I intend to marry for love. I will never walk down the aisle for any other reason."

I narrow my eyes and ask the question I've been dying to know the answer to since I saw her again, "So, does that mean that you never…you know…known a man biblically?"

Her green eyes grow wide, and she gives an exasperated laugh, "Are you seriously asking me if I've ever had sex? In the middle of the apothecary?"

I shrug, "I've missed a big chunk of your life, Sweet. You know almost everything about me. I just find it hard to believe no man has ever struck your fancy."

She put her hands on her hips and said firmly, "I never said no man has ever struck my fancy. There have been plenty of attractive men court me. But I have not fallen in love with them. I am not an innocent but yes, if you're just itching to know, I am a virgin. And I plan to stay that way until the man I love wishes to claim me as his own. Now, can you pick a more uncomfortable topic to discuss in public? How about why Karrion always looks constipated instead of intimidating?"

As she walks to the front to pay, I almost laugh at the last question. But inside, I am beating my chest! No man has ever made love to her. Fuck, I would give my right arm to be the one that changes that situation and makes her mine!

I can't help but wonder what she means by not being an innocent. However, I will not press her any further on this delicate subject. The last thing I want to do is possibly push her away. I just got her back in my life.

Leslie POV

We are riding to a nearby glen that contains the best honeysuckle bushes in the world. That may just be my opinion, but it is also an absolute fact. I am trying to think of something for a topic of conversation, but I am also still trying to let that last subject die a horrible death. I can't believe that I brazenly just told the man that I will forever be in love with that I will remain unspoiled until he gets his head out of his ass and loves me in return!

He must think I'm mad for that, but it's true. Every word I said was fact, including the revelation that I am not innocent. And I'm most thankful he did not pursuit that line of questioning! This is not the time to tell him all of the things I have done with other men that do not include actual intercourse.

And unfortunately, Ridge is one of them. Bleh! That was not my fondest twenty minutes in my life. Well in all honesty, it wasn't necessarily the worst either. But it was a mistake I will never repeat again. Two years ago, right after my father died and after he told me on his deathbed the real reason we left Scotland…

I sigh heavy as I glance at Drew. Anyway, Ridge happened to catch me at a very low state and, well, let's just say his mouth temporarily raised my spirits. However, he has been obsessed with bedding me since then. It's not going to happen, dickhead!

We reached the glen and immediately that sweet smell of honeysuckle hit my nose, and I start breathing in the perfumed air. Drew looks amused as I dismount my horse, run around in a circle and scream, "I'm really home!" I look around and smile through happy tears, "You have no idea home much I have missed that aroma!"

Drew considers me and asks, "I guess I don't understand. They have cherries and honeysuckle in Ireland. Don't they?"

I shake my head as I start to prune some branches, "You don't understand. It's different. Everything is different. The cherries there are called the bird cherry. They are not the delicious wild cherries found here. It's a completely different taste. And the honeysuckle looks, smells and even tastes different. This breed is much sweeter and more fragrant."

I stop cutting when a wave of sadness hits me and the tears really start to flow, "Nothing is the same there. I'm different than when I left here. I still hate the day I was forced to leave. I never wanted to go to Ireland. I still miss home terribly. Everything about it," I turn to look at Drew as I cry, "especially you. Being without you was horrible, especially when we first moved. I'm sure you never gave a thought about me after I was gone, but I missed you terribly, Drew. I still do."

Drew reaches for me and pulls me into an embrace that I wish could last a lifetime. Oh god, this man! His rock-solid arms make me feel safe and warm. That musky manly smell is making me swoon. My head on his chest makes me long to wake up every morning in that same situation. My tears are soaking through his black shirt as I start to cry harder thinking about that terrible day when I was forced to leave my beloved home and the man I love.

I sob, "I'm so sorry for this. I feel like such a baby!"

Drew cups my chins with one hand and uses the thumb of the other to wipe my tears away. He shakes his head as he looks in my eyes, "Don't you ever apologize for showing me your genuine emotion. You can always be yourself with me. And the only difference between my Sweet from when you left til now is your age and that you've become even more beautiful. Your kind heart and giving spirit has never changed."

Then, his voice changes to a husky, sultry tone and his face is right next to mine, "And you are dead wrong, Sweet. I thought about you and missed you constantly when you left. Even in my busiest days as King, something was missing in my life. It was this positive, bright light that I constantly craved and looked for but could never find. But it returned the day you walked back through the doors of Castle McIntyre! My Sweet returned to me, and you have no idea how thankful I am to have you back in my life!"

I gasp as I realize his mouth is dangerously close to mine and looking into those beautiful blue eyes, I am completely under his spell. I am dying for this man to kiss me. I've never wanted anything more than to feel his lips on mine. No! I can't do this! I have to get him to catch Scarlett and Karrion in the act first! Karrion is the homewrecking whore, not you!

I blink and casually turn away from his hold, acting like I am not about to melt. I tuck a stray hair behind my ear and say, "I need just a few more limbs. But here." I hand him a bud of honeysuckle.

I can tell he is looking at me, but I don't dare to engage him. He looks at the tiny flower in his hand says, "You know I was never able to get the juice out of these, Sweet. That was your talent."

I roll my eyes and grab another bud, "You're the King of Scotland and you can't retrieve honeysuckle juice? Good grief! Come here and stick out your tongue."

That was almost a catastrophic mistake as I'm pulling the tiny filament out to retrieve the nectar. Oh fuck, that tongue! I want it to lick me all over! I want it to taste me in my most sensitive, womanly area! As the juice hits his tongue, he licks his lips, and I have to fight the urge not to come completely undone down below.

I have to turn quickly but I hear him tell me, "It's funny, but I haven't had a taste of honeysuckle since you left. It would've never tasted the same without you, Sweet."

Drew POV

The rest of the afternoon, we ride back to the castle talking and our connection grows even deeper. Earlier in the glen, it wasn't the honeysuckle I wanted to taste. The only nectar I want to taste is between the thighs of my Sweet.

Bloody hell, I haven't even touched her yet and I feel like a horny schoolboy! And Ridge Holland may be a complete bellend, but he is right about one thing: Leslie McLean is a sex goddess, and I would kill to worship that incredible body. The list of things I want to do to her is anything and everything.

We reach the horse barn and as she dismounts, Leslie's face grows concerned, "Drew, look. There are more marks on your horse. Poor baby!" She comes over and starts to stroke Devil's head. Then she looks over at Piper, the horse she has been riding during her stay, "Drew! She has them too. What is going on? AJ!"

AJ, with his chin length brown hair, unnatural looking slightly darker beard and shorter build, is our new stable attendant. Scarlett apparently met him in the village, felt sorry for his life situation and begged me to hire him for the open position. Given what we discovered about the horses' injuries earlier, I did not have a problem with this. He requested to sleep in the hay loft above the stables. To each his own.

He comes for out of one of the stalls, "Yes ma'am, Miss Leslie. You called for me?"

Leslie demands, "Yes, AJ. I need to keep an extra eye on the horses. There have been some nasty looking marks on the horses recently. I don't think it's another animal doing this. I will make some more balm for their marks and give it to you. If you see anything, please notify the King or me immediately."

AJ nods, "Yes. I've noticed them as well when I started. I've been trying to treat the marks with first round of medicine you left. Is this what my King commands?"

I nod quickly, "Aye. Please do as she asks. It will be much appreciated."

As we walk inside, I can't help but marvel and how assertive Leslie was in taking the horse situation into her own hands. She shows no fear in talking to other men or fighting for what is right. She never has. It's one of the million reasons I've love her since childhood.

After dinner and walking Sweet to her chamber door, I do the same thing I did the night before. I'm relieved that Scarlett is already asleep in our bed. I crawl into bed, and I don't even think about waking her to make love. If that first night proved anything to me, she will not slake my lust for Leslie.

Again tonight, I masturbate thinking about pleasuring Leslie, this time with my mouth. Oh GOD, I bet she tastes like honey delivered straight from the gods! I can just taste sweet pussy on the tip of my tongue and feel her gush against my lips as my cum explodes all over my torso.

After I clean myself, I go to sleep and I dream of, not just making love to her, but of making her my wife and her being big with my bairn. My deepest heart's desire is to make her my Queen and have her as the mother of my children.

I look over my shoulder at Scarlett and I feel terrible for having these thoughts. If she wasn't such a faithful and loving wife, this wouldn't be a no brainer. I would dump her and take what I truly desire. But I feel like I am stuck in hell as I drift off to sleep between my duties as Scarlett's husband and the King of Scotland and this overwhelming love in my heart I have for Leslie.