“I noticed that too. I know he’s not a perv babe. I also know if Felicity goes near her or smarts off to her again when Ryleigh tries to play with one of her cousins, we’re not the only force she’s going to up against. Something tells me Ash will snatch that bitch up real quick.”
“Aye, and that I would pay to see.” Highlander leaned down, kissing Pratt softly, at first. The kiss quickly heated up, One hand latching onto Pratt’s ass while the other latched into her hair, so he could take control of the kiss.
“Jesus, ye four. Enough sucking face. Mum wants ye arses in the house now.”
“Can I kill your brother?” Pratt asked against Highlander’s lips. Both of them breathing heavily.
“No, mum actually loves his weasely arse. Although Da might let ye maim him just slightly.” Highlander replied back, refusing to let his wife go.
“Think if we ignore him, he’ll go away?” Pratt whispered back.
“No…wait, did he say four?” Highlander asked, looking around.
Both Pratt and Highlander looked around until they found Marcus and Raso, still in a passionate embrace, kissing as if the world was going to end any moment off in the distance. Pratt smiled up at her husband.
“They’ve rarely had anytime alone with everything going on. Let’s go in and round the herd up and help your parents. Give them some alone time together.”
Highlander leaned down and kissed his wife again, a quick hard smack on the lips. “This is why I love ye lass. Aye, let’s go gather the herd on both sides, so we can help mum and da out with everything. I’ll deal with the jackarse so he’ll leave them alone.”
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Lindsey pulled back slightly as she looked into Marcus’s eyes before looking around them. “I thought I heard Willie screaming for us to get inside.”
“Aye, but Highlander and Pratt managed to drag him away so that we can have some time alone.” Marcus winked at Raso as he pulled her in tighter.
Marcus leaned down, teasing his lips across Raso’s before pulling back slightly. “Follow me, lass.”
“Where are we going?” Raso asked, confusion in her desire filled voice.
Instead of answering, Marcus tugged on his wife’s hand, leading her towards the fields and the barn. Once they got to the barn, Marcus pulled Raso towards the ladder urging her to go up the ladder and he would follow her.
Raso smiled down at her husband as she started to climb. Ever since she let go of her fears and trusted Marcus, he’s always had her back. Reaching the top of the ladder, Raso gasped when she saw the camper lantern lit on one side on top of a hay bundle and some blankets spread out in the middle of the floor.
“When did you have time to do this?” Raso asked, looking back at Marcus as he reached the landing, cleaning his hands on his jeans.
“I’m not going to tell all my secrets, lass.” Marcus murmured as he pulled Raso into his arms.
Marucs walked Raso backwards towards the blanket’s laid out on the loft floor. During the slide backwards, the two hungrily ate at each other’s lips as they shed each other’s clothing, desire for each other burning them up from the inside out.
Marcus laid Raso down, gently on the floor, kissing, licking, nipping and teasing his way down from her lips to her inner thighs. He loved hearing her breath hitch when he hit a spot that he knew would make her tingle.
“Marcus” Raso gasped out when Marcus sucked deeply on her clit.
Marcus groaned in pleasure when he felt Raso’s fingers digging into his scalp as she rode his tongue. Using a finger, Marcus teased her inner core, making Raso jump when he nipped her clit at the same time he entered her wetness. Marcus licked, nipped and sucked, devouring Raso as if he was a man dying for her taste.
Raso gasped for breath, every time she thought she could breathe, Marcus would take her breathe away with each movement. Taking her to that edge, slowing down his movements or stopping, then starting all over again. She knew what she was doing to him when she would pull his hair, ride his tongue, but damn it all, he made her pay for it each time.
“Fuck! Marcus!” Raso cried out, gripping the blanker beneath her, begging Marcus, for what she didn’t know.
When Marcus felt Raso’s legs starting to shake around his head, he caved. Marcus moved forward, looking into Raso’s eyes as he plunged deep inside her soaking wet pussy, thrusting hard and deep.
“Fuck…ye feel…so fucking…good…wrapped around…my cock!” Marcus panted with each thrust.
“Yes!” Raso moaned out, meeting Marcus thrust for thrust.
Before he knew it, Marcus felt that telltale tingling snaking its way up his spine. Gripping Raso’s leg with one hand, he lifted her leg higher, deepening his thrusts. Marcus leaned down, sealing his lips to Raso’s.
“Christ…lass” Marcus panted, fighting off his orgasm.
