Chapter 13 Arran

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The next morning, while Maisie was bathing in the tub by the fire. I quickly threw on my kilt and grabbed the sheets we slept on the night before. I made sure the servants were there waiting with fresh sheets to put on the bed. I left my chambers, and made my way to my brother's study. He often would spend mornings there with Davina, going over the accounts. If Davina was too busy with the children, it would be myself who helped with the accounts. Though I did not have the same mind with numbers like Davina did. I knocked on the door and heard my brother's voice. I opened it to find Gavin speaking with Maisie's cousin Henry. Both were drinking whiskey by the fire. Both of them looked up at me. Gavin had a smirk on his face. I held up the sheet.

"We consummated our marriage last night. Now her da cannot argue for an annulment, we are married in the eyes of God now," I said. I handed the sheets to Henry.

"Aye he cannot, but I know my uncle. He will do everything in his power to end your marriage to my cousin. I will keep this proof, I pray that I will never need it," Henry replied. I nodded in agreement and turned on my heel to leave the study.

"Better move quickly. Get back to your bride before she misses ye too much," Gavin called, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I just ignored him, I knew this was coming. I teased him relentlessly when he was first married to Davina. For Gavin acted like I was now, a love sick fool. Given I was only five and ten, I knew that one day he would repay that in kind when I wed. And that day had come. I could hear both men chuckling as I walked out of the study and back up to my bride. When I opened the door, Maisie was done bathing. She was sitting by the fire, dressed only in a shift and nothing else. She was just staring in the fire, her eyes aglow. She looked up at me and smiled. Clearly she had missed me, though I was gone only for a few moments. I walked over and knelt down in front of her. Placing my hands on her knees.

"I missed ye Arran, where did ye go," she asked. I slowly pushed the shift up, exposing her beautiful thighs. I gently placed a kiss on both her thighs.

"I just saw my brother for a few moments, ye were bathing. I did not think I would be missed," I whispered. Gently pushing her legs apart. She moaned gently, her hand coming to caress my hair. I pulled her body a little closer, she slumped in the chair. Bringing me closer to my goal. Her wet core against my lips.

"I still missed ye husband," she whispered breathlessly. Her hand came to fist in my hair. I smiled against her thigh. Knowing well enough how to fix it.

"Did ye now? I am sure that I can fix that," I whispered against her thigh before devouring her. Soon we were on the floor breathless. Both shaking from love making. She stared up at me, her eyes half lidded. Her hands caressing my chest.

"Ye are very bold husband, taking your wife on the carpet," she remarked. A smile on her lips. I gently thrust back into her, causing her to moan. I was still hard, and I knew we both wanted more. Her legs tightened around my waist.

"And bolder I will become, wife," I whispered. She smiled before pushing me off her and straddling me. Causing me to laugh. Clearly she had become a vixen. My vixen, only for me. I did not know how I got so lucky. She moved down and pressed her lips to mine. My hands roaming her beautiful back and backside. Gently moving her against me. Causing us to both groan. We stayed in my chambers for an entire week, barely clothed. We made love to one another everywhere we could. In the bed, on the floor, even up against the wall. We also sat together and ate meals, talking about our childhoods and what we wanted our future to look like. It was during this week that Maisie opened up to me about her father's brutality. And the scars marring her beautiful body. We were lying on the floor naked. A plaid draped over us. I was tracing the scar on her stomach. It looked rather deep, and I wondered who would harm her like that. I had seen the scars on her arms.

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