Chapter Seventeen
Joey
After the crazy shit that went down the other day when the MacLeods came for a visit, we all needed to decompress. I punched Alisdair in the face. He totally deserved it, but ever since, I've been worrying about the consequences of my act of defiance. What if I've accidentally triggered a clan war?
I'll think about that later.
Today, I have different plans. They involve a beautiful Scots lass, nudity, and orgasms galore. Since I plan to make Rachel scream in ecstasy, I intend to whisk her away to a secluded location that's also conveniently near the castle. I told Big Daddy that I'd be taking his daughter out for a picnic along the river. He might've guessed that I'm a horny goat, but if he did, Kieran didn't seem to mind.
The ladies of the house whipped up a sumptuous picnic for us that includes a bottle of Guarin's wine. The Frenchman left Dùndubhan yesterday, and we were all sorry to see him go. Guarin is a great guy and lots of fun.
Rachel and I walk hand in hand as we make our way down the river to a waterfall Alyssa had suggested might be a good spot for a picnic.
"This is lovely," Rachel says. Her golden-brown hair catches the breeze, and I'm momentarily distracted by how the sunlight turns the edges to liquid amber. "Just us. No clan politics, no mysterious portals, no one trying to kill you."
"Yet," I add with a wink. "The day is young, and I tend to attract trouble like an industrial magnet."
She bumps her hip against mine. "Don't jinx it, mo leannan ."
I've learned that the phrase mo leannan means "my sweetheart." That's what Rachel has become to me too. She also told me " a Dhia " means "oh God."
"It's just down this way," Rachel says, now tugging me along the winding path.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure she knows exactly what kind of "picnic" I have in mind.
The pounding rush of water intensifies as we draw nearer to the falls. It's not massive---no more than fifteen feet high---but it creates a perfect curtain of crystal droplets that cascade into a deep, clear pool below. It's like something from a damn fairy tale, which is fitting since my entire life has become one since I fell through that portal. The surrounding rocks form a natural enclosure, sheltered by ancient pines that provide privacy from prying eyes.
"Alyssa wasn't kidding," I say, setting down our basket on a flat rock. "This place is perfect."
I drop to one knee, pretending to arrange our picnic while stealing glances at Rachel. She stands at the pool's edge, her reflection rippling on the water's surface. My chest tightens at the sight.
"The locals call it Abhainn Na Daoine Maithe ," Rachel says, slipping off her shoes. "The River of the Good Folk. It's a reference to the legends of the fairies that supposedly live here."
"Does that mean the river is enchanted?" I ask, only half-joking. With everything I've experienced in the seventeenth century, magical waterfalls aren't exactly outside the realm of possibility.
Rachel's cheeks dimple in a mischievous smile. "They say couples who swim here together are blessed with eternal passion of the Ashrays."
"Uh, what's an Ashray? Is it some kind of fish?"
"Nay. The Ashrays are a type of fairy folk that love the water. And they are said to inhabit this part of the river."
I gaze into the water more deeply, intrigued by Rachel's explanation of the Ashray. "I wonder if an Ashray will bless us while we're getting it on like wild animals."
She begins unlacing her bodice with deliberate slowness. "Would ye care to find out?"
Her question makes my dick start to firm up. "Sure, yeah. For science, naturally."
"Of course," she agrees with a wink.
The laces of her bodice come undone, and Rachel lets the fabric fall away. I'm still not used to the complicated layers of a Scottish woman's clothing. It's like unwrapping the world's sexiest present, with about fifteen more ribbons and ties than seems necessary.
"Need some help there?" I ask, stepping closer.
"Are ye offering your services as a lady's maid now?" She raises an eyebrow, but her fingers pause on the ties of her skirt.
"I prefer 'gentleman undresser.' It's a more dignified title."
Rachel grins.
As I help her with the remaining layers, my fingers brush against her warm skin, sending electricity racing through my body. Rachel shivers despite the summer warmth.
"Got a chill?" I whisper against her ear.
"Nay," she whispers back. "Just eager to have you inside me again."
When she finally stands before me in nothing but her shift, I almost forget to breathe. The thin fabric clings to her curves, virtually transparent wherever the sunlight catches it just right.
"Your turn," she announces, tugging at my leather jacket.
I shrug it off quickly, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to undress. Rachel laughs, the sweet sound echoing across the ravine like music. She helps me get rid of my clothes, fingers dancing across my chest as she pushes my shirt up and over my head.
"You know," I say, my voice husky as her palms press against my bare skin, "I'm starting to think Scotland's greatest magic isn't in your witches or your portals."
"Do ye now?" She gazes up at me through those impossibly long lashes. "And what would ye say the greatest magic is?"
"You." I capture her lips with mine, tasting the sweetness of her lips, feeling her smile against me. "I need to fuck you right now, baby."
"I was hoping you'd say that." Rachel brushes her lips against mine, her fingers already working at the fastenings of my trews. "Though we Scots prefer a more poetic turn of phrase."
"What would a proper Highlander say, then?" I ask while I help her push my trews down my legs. My cock springs free, now so stiff that it's almost painful. That's how much I crave this woman.
Her eyes darken as she leans in close, her lips grazing my ear. "I want to feel ye move inside me until I canna remember my own name."
The way her accent thickened just now makes my cock twitch against her thigh. Hold on, little buddy. We'll get what we want soon, but her pleasure comes first.
I cough into my fist. "That's...definitely more poetic."
We stumble toward the water's edge, neither of us willing to break contact long enough to walk properly, kissing all the while. Rachel's shift is the last barrier between us, and I tug at the thin fabric until she raises her arms, allowing me to pull it over her head. Fortunately, I'd already laid out the picnic blanket for us.
The sight of her naked body steals my breath away. The dappled sunlight filtering through the trees plays across her skin, highlighting the gentle curves of her breasts and hips. Her nipples harden in the cool air, and I can't resist touching them, circling one with my thumb while my mouth finds the other. Rachel moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she arches against me.
"Joey," she whispers, my name sounding like a prayer on her lips.
I lose myself in the taste of her skin, trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, between her breasts. Every kiss elicits another sigh, another shudder that courses through her body and straight into mine.
"The water," she reminds me breathlessly. "We should---oh!"
My hand has found its way between her thighs, fingers sliding through her slick heat.
"Ye waste no time," she says, laughing softly, but the laughter turns to a soft whimper as I circle her glistening clit. Her hips move in rhythm with my touch, and I feel so drunk on her desire that I can't think straight. The scent of her cream intoxicates me, and I groan as she grinds herself against my hand. Damn, I need to devour that little nub.
We're so close to the water that the spray from the falls mists over us like rain. Before I can lose myself completely, Rachel flips me onto my back with surprising strength and straddles my waist. The magic of this place has definitely given her some extra energy. I love her enthusiasm for sex. It means I'll be able to give Rachel multiple orgasms before I come inside her slick channel.
She drags herself along the length of my cock, already slick and ready for me.
"Let's make sure both of us are blessed with great pleasure," she breathes, guiding me to her entrance and slowly lowering herself onto me.
The sensation of her body enveloping me and her juices dribbling down my flesh has my chest heaving. I've never known another woman who got so wet so quickly. I grit my teeth against the blissful tightness. "Oh fuck, Rachel..."
Her head tilts back as I fill her inch by inch. "It's even better than I remember."
Those words resonate through me, amping up my hunger for Rachel's body. I need to experience every quiver and cry she unleashes and the slick heat of her channel surrounding me.
Before I can respond to her statement, she begins to move, a slow roll of her hips that nearly undoes me right then and there. The water sprays around us, catching the sunlight in rainbow arcs as she rides me with increasing urgency. It sends rivulets down her hair and skin. She is a mermaid queen, bending so that her breasts graze my chest as her lips steal my breath away.
The rush of the waterfall echoes like our own pulses pounding. Her movements grow frantic above me, and she moans into my mouth as she clenches tight around my cock.
"Rachel," I rasp, losing myself completely to the fervid magic of her body. I take hold of her waist, needing more of her, all of her. My thrusts match her wild rhythm, each one driving her gasps louder, quicker, until it feels we're both moments from breaking apart in ecstasy.
"Joey!" Her sudden scream pierces the air, and water crashes around us as a wave of pleasure overtakes her.
She digs her nails into my shoulders like she needs something solid to cling to. Pulse after pulse grips me until I can't hold back anymore. I'm helpless against the onslaught of her inner muscles milking me. The world collapses to a single point of light. Stars blaze behind my eyes as I come harder than I ever thought possible.
When we float back down from the heights together, Rachel collapses against me. We're both panting hard, catching our breaths where we still lie tangled on the blanket.
"We might have scared off the Ashrays," I finally manage to say.
Rachel snickers wickedly. "Or they got jealous and told all the other water spirits how the American made a Highland witch scream."
She knows the power she has over me and relishes it.
"Damn right I did that," I say, kissing the top of her head where it rests on my chest. My cock is still throbbing, still half-hard inside her from that incredible orgasm. Even better, I'm pretty sure she's ready for another round.
Rachel adjusts her hips a little, reminding me just how perfectly our bodies fit together. "You're ready to go again already? Ye spoil me, Joey."
I briefly wonder if she hit me with some of her magics. But no, Rachel didn't need supernatural assistance to turn me on. I'm helpless to stop her from riding me again despite the fact it's only been a minute or two since our first round.
"Guess I've got some work ahead of me," I murmur, letting her set the pace as my cock swells even more. "Keeping you satisfied might become a full-time job."
"What are ye waiting for, then?" She angles her hips so each thrust dives deep, and my cock nudges her inner walls.
The velvety texture of her channel feels so fucking incredible that I can't stop myself from pounding into her harder, faster, wilder until I swear my eyes might roll back in my head. I grip her thighs, overwhelmed by the power and urgency in every movement of her body. The mist shrouds us. The rocks are distant shadows beyond the river, and our gasps become wild cries. Every time I buck my hips up into her, Rachel's moans magnify into throaty shouts, and I can think of nothing but how close she is to falling into spams of ecstasy again---and how much I want that to happen.
As Rachel rides me like a bucking bronco, her body gleams with water droplets, and something shifts in the air. The mist from the falls seems to coalesce, swirling in patterns too deliberate to be natural. For a split second, I swear I see faces in the water---beautiful, otherworldly faces with eyes that shimmer like the surface of the pool.
"Joey," Rachel gasps, her rhythm faltering. "Do you feel that?"
I do. It's like electricity dancing across my skin, making every nerve ending hypersensitive. The pleasure intensifies tenfold, spiraling through my body in waves that match the ripples in the water.
"The Ashrays," she cries out, her tone strained. Her eyes are wide with wonder and lust. "They're here."
Whether it's magic or just the most intense sex of my life, I don't care. Rachel's movements become more fluid, almost otherworldly, as if she's being guided by something beyond herself. The water churns around us, splashing higher up the rocks than should be possible given how still the pool had been.
"Rachel," I gasp, feeling something profound and spellbinding that grips us both. My entire body tingles with an energy I can't explain, every touch magnified until it's almost unbearable.
Rachel's eyes lock onto mine, and I see something ancient and knowing flash behind her gaze. Her fall open, but instead of words, a sound like rushing water escapes. The mist thickens around us, forming a cocoon that blocks out the world beyond our intertwined bodies.
I flip us over so I'm on top, taking control as the magics overtake us. We both come, so swiftly and powerfully that our cries become hoarse and weak, barely whispers. She sprawls over me while sweat beads on her skin---and mine too. I feel the magics dissipating little by little and hold her close as the tremors of our lovemaking gradually fade.
What we just did...I have no idea what it means. All I'm sure of is that something has radically changed between us.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overtakes me---and I pass out.