“Secret boyfriend?” Pratt asked, looking between the two men.
“They mean the doctor my sister is dating who is conceited as hell and shouldn’t even be in the field. The man is a waste of sperm if you ask me and shouldn’t even be breathing. His mum should have spit his arse out instead of swallowed him.” Elizabeth stated as she walked up to the table with her husband walking behind her with a shit eating grin on his face.
“Hello ladies.” Colin said, as he pulled a chair out for his wife to sit in before sitting himself.
“Ah, one of those. Conceited, pompous and full of himself?” Pratt asked, smirking at her sister-in-law.
“Aye, but shady as hell too. Granted I’m not in London and his shite is even known here. But alas, Marie is madly in love with the arsehole. Just afraid of what’s going to happen when his affairs are brought to light.” Elizabeth sighed deeply.
The group chatted, sharing a few rounds of beer, enjoying each other’s company on their last night in town.
“Well, I had better get home. Colin has duty in the morning, and I have to work a double so that I am able to make it to mum and da’s for the Christmas surprise. See ye all in a few days.”
The next morning found both couples back at the train depot heading back to Isle of Skye and home to their children. Both women were ready to see their horde, especially the little ones, worried that their little ones were hungry. Knowing their milk supply had to be dwindling.
“Relax lass. Mum raised eighteen of us. She knows what she is doing.” Marcus reminded Raso, holding her in his arms.
“I know. It’s just…” Raso started until Marcus stood up and pulled her with him.
“We’ll be right back. Need to have a private talk with my wife.”
“Ye good lass?” Highlander asked his wife, a smile on his face.
“Will it get me private time in the loo if I said no?” Pratt smirked back at her husband, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I’ve created a sex monster.” Highlander laughed, leaning over to kiss his wife.
“Yep, it’s all your fault. I hated sex until you decided to worm your way into my life. Evil Scotsman you.” Pratt laughed as her husband narrowed his eyes as he grabbed for her.
“Says the lass who can’t keep her hands off her innocent husband.” Highlander responded, batting his lashes at Pratt.
“You’re about as innocent as Diesel’s ass cheeks babe. And who was it that attacked me last night as I was getting ready for bed?” Pratt asked as she smirked over at her husband as Marcus and Raso came back to the seats.
“Ah but lass, that was technically ye fault since ye were naked in front of me. I am a weak man and can’t resist the sight of my sexy wife’s body.” Highlander said matter-of-factly.
“Fiend!” Pratt laughed as she kissed her husband soundly on his laughing lips. “Are you trying to say you can’t control yourself around a naked woman?”
“Oh, aye! I can definitely control myself around a naked woman. But when that naked lass is my sexy as fuck wife, then, no, I can’t control myself. All I can think about is how your heat feels wrapped around me, the sounds you make as I enter ye body, the taste of ye…”
“Ok, mister. I highly doubt these two want to hear that information!” Pratt interrupted softly, flustered as she kissed Highlander’s lips.
“Aye, thank goodness ye stopped him. I was about to vomit my breakfast up from all this mushy shit!” Marcus crocked, faking a gagging sound before laughing as Highlander flipped his middle finger up at Marcus.
“Um, you were just signing that same song in the restroom my love.” Raso reminded her husband.
“Aye, in privacy only for your ears my dear. Not for my brother to hear.” Marcus reminded his wife.
“Maybe so, little brother. But as my wife and I were talking, it was in our privacy until you carried your sorry arse back here. Ye weren’t even gone five minutes, I have to give my apologies to your wife that ye couldn’t last that long.”
The rest of the trip back to the Isle of Skye was done with lots of laughter, bantering back and forth between the two brothers, and whispered promises of what’s to come.
SIX
Arriving back at the MacCleod spread was met with lots of hugs, tears and more hugs. Pratt and Raso made a beeline for the newborns, while the men hung with each other, talking about the trip and manly things. Preparations were made for dinner that night. The men talked about heading out to the barn and doing some bonding time.
“I want to go with daddy!”
“Ryleigh! We talked about this. Your father is spending time with his brothers and his daddy. We need to let the men have some time alone without a girl pestering them.” Pratt softly reminded her daughter.
