Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

F or the remainder of the day, Mae felt a lightness in her step and a joy in her heart. She'd finally stood up to Brian and put him in his place. She'd caught glimpses of him and Niall throughout the day, but it wasn't until Niall joined her earlier than usual that she'd found out what effect her confrontation had had upon Brian.

"You're in a jovial mood," she said as Niall entered her bedroom and pulled her into his arms.

"Aye, that I am, lass. I'm not sure what happened this morning, but when I finally tracked Brian down this morn, he acted like a whipped pup. He was sullen and subdued and it was a pleasure to behold. He didn't cause any trouble, and stuck to getting himself good and soused."

A grin spread across Mae's face. "I'm glad to hear my words stuck with him for the day. Let's hope it lasts longer."

"Your words?" Niall pulled back and looked down at her with concern. "Did he hurt you, love?"

"No." She put a calming touch on his forearm. "He approached me and tried to put the moves on me, but I shut him down hard." She knew from previous conversations that he would understand her vernacular as they'd previously had a discussion about various euphemisms popular in the twenty-first century. They'd spent hours laughing about some of them.

Niall's brow furrowed. "Tell me what he did."

Mae explained what had taken place and when she got to the part where Brian had insinuated that she should have sex with him as a duty of being hospitable, she saw his hands clench into fists.

"I'll kill him," he muttered.

She shook her head and smiled. "No need. As I said, I put him in his place. What was the term you used before…? I gave him a good dressing down."

"I'm glad to hear it. Though the idea that you or any of our people need to lay with him—" He abruptly stopped speaking and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

"I know, but you don't have to worry. You should have seen his face when I was done. He was completely shocked that I didn't back down. That I spoke to him as I did. I left him with his jaw gaping like a loudmouth bass." She giggled as she recalled the look upon Brian's face.

"It doesnae sit well with me, love, but you handled it and I admire you for it. I just wish you didnae have to do so."

They spent a few more minutes discussing how Brian behaved afterward, and ended up in laughter, holding on to each other, which turned to something more affectionate and then to passion.

Mae loved how easy they were with each other, and she wanted more. She wanted the intimacy of making love with him. She tugged on his linen shirt, sliding her hands up underneath, stroking his solid chest. A moment later, the shirt was gone, and he was bare chested.

"Love, if we donnae stop…" Niall began, huskily between fevered kisses.

"Don't care, don't stop," Mae said hungrily.

"You're sure," he questioned, pulling back for a moment to stare into her eyes.

"Yes, Niall, make love to me, stay the night, just don't freaking stop touching me, kissing me, holding me," she replied, planting kisses on his lips, jaw and neck.

He gripped her nightgown and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her panties, which were scanty, and his eyes widened and then his pupils dilated, and he practically growled as he dragged them down her legs and buried his face between her legs.

Mae fell back on the bed and her eyes rolled back as she gripped his head, loving the feel of him pleasuring her. His tongue was magic as it danced over her skin and delved between her folds. She screamed with pleasure as he drove her over the peak to the abyss of pleasure. She was breathing heavy, her eyelids half closed as she watched him draw his hand across his mouth and lick his lips.

"Never tasted anything as sweet as you, love," he said as he removed his kilt and draped it over the wooden chair.

He stood proud for a moment and Mae couldn't help but admire his physique. He joined her a moment later and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers as he caressed her body. She wanted his hands everywhere. He'd lit a fire within her, and she wanted to feel it burn hot and bright between them.

"You want this, love?" he murmured against her skin as his lips skimmed her jaw.

"So badly, Niall. I want you so much it hurts," she replied.

His lips captured hers in another hot kiss, and he sank his dick into her. Mae arched her back at the feel of him entering her, filling her to capacity. He was incredibly large and thick, and she felt herself mold around him. As he began to move, it dawned on her that this was what making love with the right person was supposed to feel like. There was an astonishing connection between the two of them that she could feel growing stronger with them in such an intimate act. She'd never felt anything like it and knew she never would with anyone else but him.

"Oh, yes, Niall, just like that…" she gasped as he moved at the perfect rhythm, driving her crazy with his touch and kisses.

Soon they were both sailing over the edge and into bliss as they came, each other's names on their lips. Mae held onto him tightly, her chest heaving from their activities. She could feel him still within her, still hard, but not as much as before. He too was panting and had buried his face in the curve of her neck.

He drew up a bit a moment later to stare down into her eyes, a roguish smile upon his lips. "I trust I didnae hurt you, love."

She shook her head. "That was amazing, Niall, better than I could have ever imagined." Her brow furrowed as she gazed up at him. "Did you not?"

"Oh, aye, I did, love. Give me a moment though and I shall be ready for another tumble."

"Another… you mean you're able to—" she paused and felt her cheeks heat. Her previous partners had never had that kind of stamina and had almost always fallen asleep directly after finishing. The idea that he could go more than once thrilled her and a grin crossed her lips.

"Donnae tell me that men of your time cannae do so?" He arched a brow.

Mae giggled. "Not in my experience."

He shook his head. "Weaklings," he murmured and then he was kissing her again and moving within her, driving her to distraction once more.

She fell asleep hours later wrapped in his arms, completely exhausted.