Page 45 of A Flower for Angus

“Let me go, Angus, I want to leave,” she yelled. “Take me back to Neamh right now.”

“Settle down, wee lass,” he said firmly, holding her upper arms.

“I’m not staying here with you,” she replied, suddenly rounding on him with a fist in his stomach. “Let me go.”

“Oomph,” Angus grunted, his brows slashing downward. For such a weak thing, she had a good right hook. “Now ye did it,” he snapped, his patience spiraling.

“Let me go, I’m warning you,” she snapped, trying to headbutt him when he grabbed her wrists.

“The only place ye are goin’ is over my lap,” he retorted as he slipped his arms beneath her body and flipped her over his legs before she realized what he was doing. Then he simply held her against his body as she wriggled and swore words that should never come from a lass’s mouth. He glanced behind him to make sure no one was approaching to invade their privacy. He was glad he’d chosen this spot. If they were in public, he’d be arrested as soon as someone called the local constable. It was time to settle her down a bit. He lifted his right arm and landed several stinging spanks on the seat of her cotton shorts, then paused.

“Let me up, Angus, you can’t do this to me, I’ll have you arrested.”

Angus rubbed the rear displayed so enticingly over his thighs. “That was to get yer attention. Have I got it?”

“You’re going to get something all right,” she threatened, “and it won’t be my attention once they arrest you and throw your as...”

He landed several more stinging blows. “No swearin’,” he admonished. “Ladies don’t swear.”

“I never claimed to be a lady,” she panted, sounding like she was trying not to cry.

He began rubbing the seat of her shorts now that she wasn’t wiggling all over the place. “It’s not that I don’t want ye, Poppy,” he said gently. “I want ye with everythin’ in me right now, but when we make love for the first time, I want it to be special. I don’t want it to be somethin’ ye’ll regret because it was spur of the moment and ye just wanted to forget everythin’ that’s hauntin’ ye. I didn’t mean to embarrass ye.” He slipped his hand inside her shorts and slid them over the rounded contours of her cheeks and down to her thighs.

“D-Don’t do that,” she squeaked, reaching back to try and grab the sides of her pants.

“Why?” he asked, admiring the now pink curves in the thin silkie panties. He rubbed his palm over them reverently, loving the satiny feel. Then he slipped his hand inside those and they joined the panties on her thighs.

“A-Angus, stop,” she squealed. “What are you doing?”

The full cheeks trembled beneath his rubbing palm. “What I wanted to do to begin with before ye attacked me,” he replied with a teasing chuckle. He glanced down at her red face.

“I can see ye are embarrassed, wee one, and all I’m doin’ is lookin’ at yer gorgeous bum. Ye asked me to make ye forget, and I intend to. But not the way ye wanted to go about it. I don’t want ye to have any regrets, and I’m afraid ye would have if we’d just went at it like rabbits.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, sounding completely mortified.

“Trust me, Poppy, and I won’t leave ye wantin’.” He felt her body relax under his soothing ministrations, so he lifted his palm and gave her several more smacks, though not as hard as before.

Her body tensed up. “Oh,” she gasped.

“Did that hurt?”

“Well...not like before,” she replied uneasily, glancing back at him. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Oh aye. My special stress reliever works like a charm.”

“That remains to be seen,” she moaned as he began kneading her back and shoulders with both hands.

Slowly, Angus worked some of the knots out of her shoulders and moved down her back, allowing the sun’s rays to help heat her body. Then he moved his hand back to her rear and began all over again, spanks, rubs, and massaging. Chuckling, he slowly slid his palm up her inner thighs checking for the moisture he was sure he would soon find there, if it wasn’t already. He was pleased to feel plenty of her sweet heat, but he also felt her tense slightly.

“Relax, wee one,” he crooned, landing more spanks and then rubbing, each time teasing closer and closer to that inner core with his fingers. When she finally began a gentle undulation of her hips to meet his next foray into forbidden territory, he knew she was climbing that long slow rise to ecstasy. Right where he wanted her.

“Angus,” she keened, her body arching for more.

He gave it to her and sent her spiraling among the clouds of heaven. Then he grinned with satisfaction when she lay spent across his legs. She didn’t move when he gently slid her clothes back in place and placed a pillow under her head. Reaching behind him to grab the sunshade he’d brought out of his large canvas bag, he set it up over her upper body, then set about cleaning up while she slept.

For a long time, Angus just watched Poppy sleep, happy to hold her hand when she seemed restless and reached over as if searching for him. When she would relax again, he’d go back to the book he was reading on his phone kindle.

Beside him and beneath a pillow, he had his knife at the ready should it be necessary to protect his lass, but he didn’t think he’d need it. He would have liked to sleep beside her, but he wanted to be absolutely sure he wouldn’t be caught with his pants down, so to speak. Poppy was his to protect and he’d make damned sure he did.

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