Darach used the full weight of his body to hold me down underneath him when he sank into me one last time and held himself there, all the way in, groaning into my neck as his hips jerked against me and he filled me with his cum.
"Mmmm. Jennifer." He kissed me before he pulled out, making sure he'd taken all the pleasure he could get from my body, and then lay down beside me on the grass as his warm essence ran down one of my thighs.
We didn't talk for a few minutes but it wasn't awkward. Eventually it was Darach who spoke first:
"You know we now have to find our clothes and get dressed in the pitch dark, don't you? And I bet we're both absolutely covered in grass."
I laughed. We'd have to be careful going back into Castle McLanald - or hope that the Clydes were in bed - because there probably wasn't going to be any explanation for the two of us looking like we'd just made love in a field - other than the truth, that is.
Chapter 10
The next few weeks were just about the happiest of my life. I'd assumed that the Laird would want to keep our relationship - or whatever it was at the time - under wraps, but it soon became obvious he didn't care who knew. In fact he seemed proud to show me off, making a point of asking Mrs. Clyde to have my things moved to his room at breakfast the next day in my presence. When he went to take care of some business and I was left alone with Mrs. Clyde she gave me a big smile along with my cup of tea.
"I hope you don't think I was meddling, Jenny, when I warned you about the Laird before. It's not the Laird it's his situation - it's Cameron's situation and all the stress of it."
I trusted Mrs. Clyde and I knew she hadn't meant to put any negative ideas in my head about Darach.
"I haven't seen him smiling like this for a long time - you're good for him, you are."
I consciously decided to give myself those few weeks. We both knew, Darach and I, that I was leaving at the end of the summer. For different reasons, both of us had been living lives where happiness had been a rare thing, so there was an unspoken agreement between us that we would allow ourselves the simple pleasure of each other's company without bringing up future departures (or current, divorce-stalling wives). Cameron seemed to pick up on our moods, too. Darach said she was more carefree than he'd ever seen her. Of course we were careful not to let her see us sharing a bed but she picked up on our body language anyway. When it finally warmed up enough to swim in the loch (and let me tell you, "warmed up enough" is, as I learned, a relative term) we headed out there the morning after Cameron flew back from London with a basket full of sandwiches and tea and she turned to us sharply at one point, eying me and her father in turn before asking us a direct question:
"Are you two in love?"
Darach chuckled and bent down to his daughter:
"Now why would you ask that question, you little imp?"
Cameron wasn't having any of her father's attempts to dodge the issue, though.
"It looks like you're in love. Are you in love with Miss Robinson, Daddy?"
He looked up at me, smiling and shrugging his shoulders in a 'what can I do?' gesture.
"I am very fond of Miss Robinson, Cameron, it's true. And I think she's a little fond of me, too. But I can't really tell you anything more than that. Besides, it's rude to ask personal questions and we're almost at the loch. Do you want to go down the waterfall?"
I watched Cameron's face as she decided it wasn't worth pushing the issue and re-focused her attention elsewhere, running off in the direction of the waterfall.
I tried, after much coaxing, to swim in the loch but it was way too cold. Cameron and Darach both laughed at me as I stood ankle-deep in the water and already out of breath at its frigid temperature.
"You swim in this?!" I asked, wondering if they were playing some kind of trick on me. But they did swim in it - both of them proceeded to dive in beside me, sending me screeching back to dry land and a warm towel. When they finally got too chilled to continue I wrapped Cameron in a towel and she fell asleep on the sand. Darach was only wearing a pair of shorts - a thin, soaking wet pair of shorts. He saw me looking and threw me a cocky grin which immediately transformed into a grimace of pleasure when I reached out and stroked him through the wet fabric, pulling my hand away before he could grab it and keep it there.
He was hard at once and seeing it - in full daylight this time - had more of an effect on me than I thought it would. He also didn't make any attempt to re-adjust his shorts when the tip of his cock pushed its way past the waistband. Darach didn't seem to be under any illusions as to the size of his endowment.
"It's a Scottish trait," he whispered, trying hard not to chuckle and wake Cameron up, "We're blessed."