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“Absolutely.”

“Okay, what are you looking for?”

“I’ll wear them, and only them, if while they’re on, I can
stroke my hand over your cock until you come. No changing your mind. I’ve made
you hard, given you a blowjob, but I’ve never been able to have you climaxing
by my hand alone.”

“Do I look stupid? That’s a given.” Hamish slowly pulled out
of her loving hold and readjusted his plaid. “Now, come on, we still need to
settle up before my gran arrives. She’s an astute old bird, and trust me, we
don’t want to give her anything to wonder about, especially our sex life.”

Holding out his hand, he helped her stand up and led the way
out of his office. They walked down a couple of hallways and up the stairs to
their bedroom. Neither of them was fussed about her lack of clothes, she liked
how he looked at and appreciated her body. It turned her on and encouraged her
to be herself when they were together. And right now, with him dressed in a
t-shirt and kilt, she was right back to where she’d been when she came looking
for him.

Frisky for him.

“Wait, what do we have to settle?”

“You took your hands off my horns and I distinctly remember
telling you there was a price to pay if you did that.”

“I thought you were kidding. Besides, they fell off when you
slammed into me with such strength. It wasn’t my fault.”

“Excuse me, am I hearing you complain about how I make love
with you?”

“No! Never! You know how much I adore holding those bones,
especially while we’re together.”

“We will settle this and I can tell you it’s going to
involve handcuffs and those delightful silver anal balls. You remember them,
don’t you? They had the metal beads inside them that drove you nuts, had you
begging for more.”

“Oh.”

“Hurry up, lass. We have just a couple of hours.”

* * * * *

“Gran, this is Grace, Grace Strachan.” Hamish used his best
manners introducing the woman who completed him to the tiny, white-haired woman
standing ramrod straight in his foyer. Tonight was the first meeting between
the two most important people in his life and he wanted to give them time to
get to know each other. There was no doubt in his mind they’d end up liking
each other. They just had to get over the nerves first. It was one of the reasons
he kept his lover busy in their bedroom for the past couple of hours, so she
wouldn’t have a chance to worry about it.

What he hadn’t expected was how anxious he was. It was a
good thing he’d spent all his excess energy on ensuring his woman was in a good
place for tonight, because he didn’t have anything left to feed the nerves.

“Grace, this is my gran, Maisie Buchanan.”

“How do you do, ma’am?” Polite and proper was what he’d
expected from her and that was okay. This was a part of her that came out stronger
than any other when she was fretting. He found it rather endearing.

From behind her tiny glasses, Maisie was eyeing his mate up
and down, without a smile on her face. He wasn’t worried, though. His gran
would see how perfect Grace was for him and would be happy for them. With his
arm around the shoulder of the woman he loved completely, he waited for the
older woman to say what was on her mind. He had no doubt there was plenty going
on in her brain, and yet, it seemed she had her own schedule to keep to
tonight.

Using her stick, the Buchanan’s grand dame slowly made her
way into the sitting room and sought out her favorite chair. After settling
down, she fussed with the hem of her dress and sleeves of her sweater, never
taking her gaze away from them. Finally, the silence was broken by a soft voice
speaking with a very strong burr.

“Hamish, your horns are out.”

“Yes, Gran, they are.”

“And you don’t appear to be concerned by their presence,”
she stated matter-of-factly.

“No, far from it.” They’d taken the couch opposite her and
he kept his arm around Grace’s shoulder to give her whatever support and
comfort she might want. He loved his gran. She brought him up from birth. The
woman at his side was his mate, the other half of his heart. If there was some
way to make this introduction easier for either one of them, then he would do
it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of what else he could do, so he waited for
them to find their peace with the other.

Even to him the silence seemed intense. It wasn’t helped by the
bright blue eyes from behind the small round glasses that remained focused on
his mate. In his heart, Hamish wasn’t the least bit worried about the outcome.
This was the woman who completed him and was sure everyone could see it.

“Grace?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Do you realize why his horns are out?”

Grace turned beet-red, but still answered the question
honestly. “Yes, ma’am, I do.”

More silence. He was sure this was unbearable for Grace. She
unfolded her hands and put one on his thigh. She was probably looking for
strength from him to help her through this introduction. Unfortunately, it was
a dangerous move to her to make with his kilt riding high up his leg and his
need for her running close to the surface. The unconscious move for connecting
with him revealed not only his knees, but some of his thighs as well.

“Yes, I see you do. Perfect. Well, laddie, you’ve finally
found your other half and I’m very happy to meet her. However, I think you
stayed in London too long. To make matters worse, you’ve been home for at least
a week and at no point did you bring your Grace down to the house to introduce
the family or myself to her. Alain had met her, although apparently it was
brief so doesn’t count. Oh, I had phone calls from you telling me how wonderful
life was and all that, but nothing of substance was offered.”

“I apologize, Gran. You’re right. I should’ve done all those
things and more. There are no excuses, all I can say is that I haven’t been on
solid ground since finding Grace.”

“Good. Keep him off kilter, young lady, that way he can’t
always be in charge and sure of getting his own way.”

“I’ll do that, ma’am.”

“You know what the big shame is about your lack of
communication skills?”

“No, Gran, what would that be?” He was dreading hearing the
answer. Hamish accepted that when it came to his gran, he had to pay the price
for hoarding his time with his woman.

“That you didn’t say anything about how beautiful she is.
How she glows with love as she sits there beside you.” Maisie was dabbing at
her moist eyes with a tissue. “Do you understand? These are important things I
wanted to know.”

Now he felt like a total louse. The one thing he never
wanted to do, he did. He’d upset her because he was feeling selfish about his
time with his lover. How did he explain to the older woman who’d brought him up
since birth that he hadn’t been able to think of anything outside the bedroom?

“Well, Gran, it’s been difficult to ummm—”

“Laddie, I see the horns, more grand than I’ve ever seen
them before. If you aren’t angry, then there’s just one other option, you’re—”

“Gran!” He interrupted her before she could say anything
more about his physical needs.

“What? We’re adults here and there’s no way you can hide
from anyone what you’re feeling for this bonnie lass with those horns at full
stand and your—” There was a satisfied smile on her lips as she stopped what
she’d been about to say and looked at her grandson, pride clearly written
across her wrinkled features.

“Fine! No need to put it into words either.” He was
disgruntled and blushing. This was the woman who raised him and she still had
the ability to make him feel like he was back in short pants. Hamish stood to
make his way to the wet bar on the other side of the room. He started to pour
the ladies an aperitif and a treble whisky for him. He had a feeling he was
going to need it.

It wasn’t long before he heard it and had to smile. Grace
and his gran were talking to each other with laughter and joy wrapping around
their words. He knew it would happen and was delighted when it did. Picking up
their glasses, he moved closer to them when he heard the unmistakable “horny
man” and Maisie, his elegant grandmum, was laughing her head off.

“Grace!” Startled, Hamish couldn’t believe she’d told the
older woman her nickname for him.

“What?” She didn’t look remotely sorry for what she’d said.

“I can’t believe you told her!” Stunned at what he’d heard
and yet how she pretended not to understand what she’d done left him fighting
back his laughter. Grace was delightfully irreverent and all his.

“What, did you think it was a secret?” She asked him while
looking pointedly at his hard-on poking against the kilt.

“Okay, I won’t be spending as much time at the office as I
used to. I’ll make a great stay-at-home dad, though.”

“You certainly will, Hamish, a wonderful husband and dad,”
Grace confirmed as she looked up at him with her love shining in her eyes for
everyone to see.

This was his woman, gazing at him with love in her eyes.
Everything would work out for them, they had each other and together they could
handle anything. Whatever the future had in store for them, it was sure to be
an adventure.

Tilly Greene was born into the easy folds of a sleepy beach
town and embraces the laid back mindset she grew up with. Life took a turn one
day while sitting in the back of the school bus with her friends: she was
introduced to the joys of romance novels and has never looked back. Every day
she looks forward to writing about women who are independent and confident, the
men who love them, and their twisting path to each other.

The author writes erotic romances in a variety of genres and
enjoys hearing from readers.

Tilly welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
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