Page 81 of A Flower for Angus

Angus’s eyes widened. “Aye, I have, would ye like to see it?”

“I would love to see it.”

“How soon?”

“Now?”

His heart pounding and uncertain of what she meant, he replied, “Ye’ll have to walk in a little way.”

“I’m good with that.”

Fifteen minutes later, Angus had the bag over his back from the last time they’d gone on their picnic. He’d left it in the back of the truck from their excursion to Loch Ness. They were headed into the trees, listening to the sound of the waterfall as they followed the path with a flashlight.

“It’s no that far, are ye good?” he asked. He didn’t want her to sprain an ankle at this point. It was a good thing the moon was full; it made the path easier to find.

At last, they came into a small clearing where a lazy stream meandered through the heavy grasses on its downward journey. Ahead of them was a lovely waterfall making its way over outcroppings of rocks and between boulders to finally splash into a glistening pool at the bottom.

Poppy stopped and gasped in wonder. “This is so beautiful,” she whispered, as she looked around. “I-It’s magical.” She reached out to touch one of the delicate blooming Jasmin flowers seeming to glow in the moonlight.

“I need to go for a quick swim and get some of this sweat off of me,” Angus whispered throatily. “Would ye care to join me? It’s a hot night.” His eyes gleamed as he stared down at her.

“I’d love too,” she replied.

Angus began taking his boots off, watching her the entire time. Was she really wanting to do this? All the fatigue and worry slipped away as he watched her eyes turn slumberous while he undressed. Finally standing naked in the moonlight, his tadger was full, proud, and waving slightly at her as if to beckon her. She licked her lips as her eyes went up and down his full length.

“Now it’s yer turn,” he croaked, his heart beating rapidly.

Poppy began to undress as if she was born to be a tease. First, her sandals dropped into the grass. Then she reached beneath her full skirt and slowly slid her pink panties down. Angus’s pulse began to hammer in anticipation.

“Can you unzip me?”

She turned her back to him and his big fingers fumbled with the delicate zipper until he finally got it started on its downward path. Once down, she stepped back around and began to ease it off her shoulders, one shoulder at a time as if she were born to dance that age old siren call of a female luring her mate.

When the top half of her dress slipped fully to her waist, his breath caught in his throat. He found himself staring at one of the prettiest little pair of breasts he’d ever seen. Plump red nipples surrounded by deeper reddish-brown aureoles were perked cheekily on a pair of full, ripe globes that gleamed like satin in the moonlight. He literally ached to touch, fondle and taste them.

Then suddenly, the dress was pooled around her feet, leaving her completely naked to his hungry gaze as his eyes traveled on down to another one of the sweetest curves ever created; the curve of thighs clinging together to hide the treasure awaiting within.

Angus could barely speak; his mouth was so dry. “Ye are standin’ there like a beautiful, delicate flower in the moonlight, lass. I’m afraid to touch ye.”

“I’m not afraid to touch you,” she murmured boldly, stepping forward and running the tip of her finger along his manhood in admiration. “Is this all for me?” she teased gently. “I’m not a young girl anymore, I’ve got motherhood scars and I hang a little lower than I used to.”

“I’ve got a few trophies from life myself, wee one,” he said tenderly. “We wear them with pride.” He cupped her breasts gently in his large hands. “And aye, I’m all yers if ye want me,” he assured her fervently. “Now, and forever, Poppy.”

“Is cooking a requirement?” she teased suddenly, her eyes lighting with mischief.

“It’s no a requirement, but I’m glad that ye can,” he teased back.

She stepped into his arms then, and pulled his head down for a kiss. “Now, and forever,” she whispered against his mouth as his arms slid around her slender body. “This is where I want to be married, Angus.”

Angus’s heart thundered. “Are ye sure ye’re ready for that, wee one? Cause I can wait until ye are.”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Angus Sangster,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to belong to you.”

Then Angus picked her up and took her into the pool, their bodies glistening as the water streamed off their heated skin. When they were through playing in the sparkling moonlight, he took out the blankets from his bag in the back of the truck and spread them on the soft grass.

As the night breezes gently caressed their damp skin, he laid Poppy down to worship and adore her with all he had to give. And she gave right back, all he could have asked for and more.

Angus already had Poppy’s ring; she just didn’t know it yet. His fear that he might never be able to put it on her finger was gone. After tonight, she would totally belong to him. His flower was in his arms at last, and he didn’t intend to ever let her go.

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