Extended Epilogue

Six Months Later

Bridget clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggle.

"Somethin' amusin' ye?" Ewan asked as he arched an eyebrow.

Bridget shook her head as his fingertips drifted up her ribs, sending tingles racing through her body.

"No," she answered, shaking her head.

Focusing on the tree branches just past the library window, Bridget tried ignoring her husband to no avail. His fingers trailed over her shoulder blades and traced the curve of her spine. Bridget already knew what was on his mind. She could feel his manhood pressing into her as his touch grew softer.

"That so? Ye ken I have ways of makin' people talk," Ewan said, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

The air thickened around her. It didn't matter how much she tried to inhale—she couldn't seem to get her lungs full enough.

"You'll not get a word out of me," Bridget said, trying her hardest to stand her ground, only to fail.

With a flick of Ewan's wrist, the string binding her bodice slackened. Glancing over her shoulder, Bridget found her desires reflected in Ewan's gaze.

"Are ye tryin' to challenge me?" he asked. "Because ye ken I dinnae play fair."

"I don't expect you to," Bridget answered as he sank his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers. The passion flowing out of him made Bridget's knees tremble. Swooning into his embrace, she didn't doubt his strength. He'd catch her even if it meant falling to the ground with her.

"Ye're such a vixen." Ewan chuckled. Suddenly, a sharp knock sounded at the door. "This better be good."

"Me Laird, news from the north," Logan said as Bridget glanced around Ewan. She couldn't help but notice the smirk on Logan's lips.

"Nae now."

"Wait a moment," Bridget said, flashing Ewan a playful, sultry smirk as she slipped past him. "Was there any post for today?"

"Aye," Logan answered as he thumbed through the parcels and pulled out a letter. His eyes shimmered as he withheld the letter from her. "But the Laird gets to look first."

"Who's the letter from?" Ewan asked as Bridget glared at him for withholding her mail.

"Lady MacArthur," Logan answered as Bridget tried swiping it from his hands. The fact that she was far too short only made her mad.

"Go on, give it to her."

"Do ye nae want to read it? She could be a spy, ye ken?" Logan teased as Ewan walked to the door.

"Aye, she could be, in which case I'll be more than happy to interrogate her in private," Ewan answered.

"Ewan," Bridget said as she swatted him with the letter. "Why don't you go and bug your brother for a bit? He looks like he could use the company."

"We were in the middle of somethin' if memory serves me correctly," Ewan said, his eyes widening as he nodded his head to Logan.

"I don't think that was the middle of anything," Bridget said, fully aware her bodice had shifted.

Ewan's laughter filled the library.

"Alright then, ye can have yer secrets," he said. "But when ye're ready for me, ye ken where I'll be."

Bridget smiled as she watched Ewan and Logan walking out shoulder to shoulder. Although it had only been six months since their wedding, everything seemed like it was fresh and new. With her focus returning to the letter, she eagerly opened it.

"Oh my," she gasped as her eyes scanned the parchment.

"Everythin' all right?" Ewan asked, popping his head back into the library.

"Yes, just fine," Bridget answered as his eyes narrowed.

Ewan stalked into the room, like a cat hunting its prey. Bridget glared at him, daring him to try anything.

"And what did Lady MacArthur want?" he asked as he pounced on her, peppering her neck with kisses.

"Nothing," she answered breathlessly.

"Then ye willnae mind if I read the letter," Ewan said, trying to snatch the letter from her hand.

Recoiling, she tucked the letter under her leg and folded her arms over her chest playfully.

"Fine. Have yer secrets. But I'll have ye."

"Ewan, what are you doing?" Bridget gasped as he scooped her up into his arms without warning. A wicked grin spread across his face as he moved to the door.

"I told ye," Ewan growled. "We were in the middle of somethin', and I'll nae be kept waitin'."

"You put me down," Bridget squealed as he charged up the stairs and bounded to their room.

"Now ye're mine," Ewan said as he closed the bedroom door with his foot.

"What are you doing? Ewan, it's the middle of the day."

"Ye think that'll stop me? Ha. Ye kindled me passion, woman," Ewan said, his tender kisses on her neck sending little tingles through her body.

"Is that so?" she said as he tossed her onto the bed. She sprang and bounced as she watched him unbuckle his belt and take off his kilt.

"I think ye need to be a bit more comfortable, do ye nae? ‘Tis only fair, after all."

"Since when do you play fair?" Bridget asked as she shimmied out of her bodice and struggled with the laces of her skirts. Ewan's fingers were skilled and had her out of her dress in a matter of seconds.

"There," he moaned at the sight of her naked body.

Bridget couldn't help but smile. How long had she wanted a man to look at her the way Ewan did? There was love and acceptance in his gaze that seeped into her bones.

"That is the beauty I wanted to see."

"Ewan," Bridget whispered as she clawed at his chest.

His eyes lingered on her bare breasts before he nudged her legs apart. Slipping between her thighs, his eyes rolled to the back of his head the moment he entered her.

"Do ye ken how good ye feel? It's like comin' home or steppin' into a warm bath," he moaned. "How I want this always, all the time."

"Ewan, I love you." Bridget ran her hands through his hair.

Bucking her hips against him, she had but one desire—to take as much of him as she could.

"Aye, and I ye," he said as he pulled out of her, leaving her wanting and exposed.

Bridget ached for more. Ewan didn't disappoint. He filled her with more than just his manhood. He poured his hopes and dreams into her.

"Ye ken that, right? I'd do anythin' for ye. Give ye the world if I could."

"Is that so?" Bridget asked as he pushed deeper into her.

"Aye," he moaned. "Just ask, and I'll give it to ye."

Bridget wrapped her legs around his waist and pinned him in place. Peering deep into his eyes, she found the love she'd been looking for.

"Will you give me a daughter?" she asked as her fingertip traced the silver scar running down his cheek.

"Anythin' ye want," he answered and then leaned down to kiss her. "If it's a bairn ye want, then that's what ye'll get. I want to make ye happy."

"You do. So much more than you could ever know. I love you, Ewan. Now and always."

The End.