Page 84 of My Scarred Laird

He had married her, and Callum was thrilled to see Tague happy, not as angry as he once was.

Tavish also wed, and his wife was a good friend to Islay, and they often came to stay for weeks on end.

Malcolm had also found love, and it was with someone that no one had expected.

Everyone was happy for them.

Egan came to visit at least once a quarter. The people had thrived under his care, and his children and wife were the best.

Lainey still loved Islay more than anything and their son followed Adaria around like a lost puppy, while Christian did the same with Tague’s daughter.

It was a great time when they all came together, and Callum had a feeling that their ties would be even stronger over the years.

He looked out to the field, seeing Flynn fighting against Fraser, and it made him smile.

The boy was ten and was taking after his uncle with his ferocity.

Culloden and Daracha had a few children, and they often came for a while.

Their boys would train with Callum’s sons, and they were thick as thieves.

Callum turned to look down at Christian, “I am goin’ ta check on your ma.”

Christian nodded, “I will keep an eye on them.”

Callum smiled, and walked into the keep, finding Islay with Adaria at the the high table, the two sitting close together, as Islay watched Adaria embroider a handkerchief.

Islay looked up at him, smiling. “Hello my husband. How goes training?”

Callum smiled back, “Verra well. Except Collin is determined ta hold his sword how he wishes ta hold it.”

Islay laughed, “He takes after your father then. Stubborn.”

Callum grinned, “Adaria, go see how they fare.”

Adaria stood, looking every inch like her mother, and rushed over to him, kissing him and then walked out of the keep.

Islay sat back; “Wha’ are ye up tae husband of mine?”

He looked her up and down, “Jus’ wanted ta get my wife alone, so I can try ta seduce her.”

Islay pretended to gasp, “My laird, tha’ is quite scandalous.”

He shook his head, “No’ if anyone hears us.”

He pulled her from the chair and hurried her to a small room just off the great hall, and he locked it.

Then he pulled her into his arms, taking her lips in a deep kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her in his arms, putting her on a small table there.

He pushed her skirts to her waist and undid his trews before he pushed his thick cock inside her.

She cried out and he silenced her noise with his mouth, “We are ta be quiet, love.”

She nodded as he kissed her, thrusting in and out of her, harder, faster, knowing they could be found at any moment.

Soon, she was arching against him, and coming on his cock and he grunted as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

“I love ye wife.”

She kissed him “I love ye tae.”

“My perfect woman.”

“My scarred laird.”

Oh yes, he was a lucky man to have this woman at his side.