“Marcus!” Raso panted loudly when Marcus reached down and touched her clit, setting her orgasm off.
Marcus groaned out Raso’s name when her walls squeezed his cock, igniting his own orgasm. Marcus growled into Raso’s neck as his orgasm struck. Shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, Marcus, stayed where he was, afraid to crush Raso under him.
Raso stroked her husband’s back for several seconds until he moved to lay beside her. Both of them groaned when Marcus moved and his cock slipped out of Raso’s heat.
“Does ye toy make ye shake like that, lass?” Marcus chuckled as he opened one eye looking at his wife, who turned to him in confusion.
“What the hell are yapping about?” Raso asked in confusion, quirking one of her eyebrows in question.
“That little purple thing that’s in ye nightstand at home.” Marcus clarified, holding back his laughter at his wife’s expression when she shook her head before turning her head to stare at the ceiling in the barn.
“Geezus! Fucking bitch isn’t even here and I’m having to deal with her shit.” Raso mumbled, shaking her head. “I haven’t used that damn thing in five months, just before Bella was born. I keep meaning to get rid of the fucker since it doesn’t work.”
“It worked when I turned it on to try and figure out what it was.” Marcus said, looking over at Raso with a straight face.
“You took it out of the drawer and turned it on to figure out what it was?” Raso asked, as she turned over, sat up on her elbow to look down at her husband in shock. “Are you saying you’ve never seen a vibrator before?”
Marcus laughed, shaking his head. “I know what a vibrator is, lass. I just didn’t understand what ye were doing with one. Do I not do it for ye?”
Raso sighed deeply before she leaned down and kissed Marcus gently on the lips. “Before I met you, I would have said yes, the vibrator was BOB…my battery-operated boyfriend.” Raso chuckled.
Marcus quirked an eyebrow at his wife. “And now?”
“Then I met you. Trust me Marcus, you do it for me. I haven’t used a vibrator since I’ve been with you. The one I had before I met you, I got rid of. The one you found, it was a gag gift from Diesel after she overheard me and Laura talking about pregnancy hormones and how the fuck to survive the horny as fuck part of the pregnancy when you and Highlander are gone. Diesel made the crack about using BOB while you boys were gone.” Raso chuckled, shaking her head as she laid her head on Marcus’s chest, hearing his heartbeat. “Laura said that the damn thing wouldn’t help, would only make it worse. She stated the only thing that would help would be you. Fucking MacLeod men!”
Marcus laughed, hugging his wife tight to him. “That explains why ye literally fucked my brains out the day I got home.”
“Well, your ass was gone for little over a month. Pregnancy horny is way worse than normal horny.” Raso scoffed, pinching her husband on the stomach when he roared with laughter.
“Did my cock help deal with that itch, my bonny lass?” Marcus whispered to Raso, his fingers combing through her hair.
“Let me think.” Raso pretended to think.
“Smartarse!” Marcus murmured, chuckling when his wife lightly bunched his stomach.
“You know it did. I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard as I did that day.” Raso said as she snuggled back down into Marcus’s arms.
“Aye, ye did come pretty hard.” Marcus agreed, smirking at the top of Raso’s head.
“More proof that Red was right, and Diesel is a nincompoop.” Raso grumbled, nipping Marcus’s pec when he laughed.
“Hey, ye two fuckbirds done yet? Mum is requesting ye presence for dinner.” Willie hollered up to ladder.
“Can I kill him?” Raso asked, groaning into Marcus’s chest, both of them dissolving into laughter.
“No, lass. Mum actually likes the arsehole, unfortunately. Let’s get dressed and head back to the house.” Marcus kissed Raso on the lips quickly. “Hey arsehole, tell mum we’ll be there in a few. Ye don’t need to wait for us.”
“Why? Afraid that I’ll try to steal ye wife if I see her tasty arse naked?” Willie asked, baiting his brother below the loft.
“Mum will understand why I killed him, right?” Marcus growled, glaring at the ladder.
TWELVE
Dinner was a lively affair. There was lots of ribbing, laughter, banter between the brothers and sisters, the spouses who joined in and tears from happiness from Sylvia. Everyone seemed to have had a good time and got along, for the most part. Sylvia and Sr were informed that if they sent Willie after any of the married couples again, he would eventually wind-up dead, either at his brother’s hands or the wives.
The adults pretty much kept an eye on the littles while they opened their Christmas Eve presents they were allowed to open. When everyone was done, Marcus and Highlander looked at each other before nodding at their brothers Ash, Tommy, Jack and their father.
“Lass, excuse me for a moment. I need to speak with my brothers and da.” Highlander and Marcus both told their wives at the same time.
