Good.” I squirted some shampoo in my palm. “Lean forward, eyes closed.” I spread the shampoo through his hair and rubbed it around and around and then rinsed him with the shower wand, a river of mud slid down his body.
“At the risk of sounding like a nagging wife, while you’re here, you’ll want there to not be a muddy river coming from your hair. You’ll want to take a shower every day.”
“Each day?” He arched back so I could rinse the front.
“Yes, and the hardest part, you’ll need to wash your hands all the time — after going to the bathroom, before you eat.” I poured some more shampoo into my palm and lathered him up again. “You’ll want to be more clean that you think you should be.”
“Och.” He sort of scowled but his heart wasn’t in it because I was giving him one of those washing-shampoo-scalp-massages that it would be impossible not to love.
“You won’t mind, because the trade off is the food is amazing, Fraoch. None of that hand-washing will bother you because the trade off is and endless supply of coffee. Whenever you want it. And wait until you see what else.” I poured gel in my palm and washed his shoulders and down his neck and across his chest and was rather enjoying the feel of his hard forms under my palms. His skin, his hair, his — “okay wait, I’m so hot for you right now.” I paid some extra attention to washing down his stomach and then — “Hello, Big Mac, you’re at full attention.”
“Aye, ye smell like a flower garden.”
I wrapped around him and his hands lifted me by my arse and my legs wrapped around his hips. He moaned and squeezed my arse. “I love yer curves.”
“You do?”
“I do.” He squeezed again. “Ye hae a weight and a roundness that I like.”
My back pressed against the tile wall with warm sudsy rivers dripping down our bodies. “Instead of being worried about that, I will totally take that as a compliment since you meant it as one.”
“Aye, I do, ye are substantial and important, I mean it tae mean I love ye,” and he was inside me and on me so nicely so perfectly so purposefully. I clutched his skin, the rounded form of his muscles and girth, which I also loved about him, and held on tight and took him with steam floating around us — lavender scents. My lips kissing his cheek, wet drips and slide and breath and grunts and moans of happiness.
And then I slid down his body, my feet deposited on the ground. I said, “Boy howdy, Highlander, welcome to Florida.”
“I like it verra much better the second time.”
Seventy-two - Hayley
Beaty had brought clothes for Fraoch that I assumed belonged to Magnus, sweatpants and a shirt. Freshly laundered so he smelled like an angel. I helped him dress, a little over-controlling, because it was so fun getting him into comfortable clothes. “How’s Big Mac? He comfortable?”
He pulled at his pants and joked, “Aye, he has a nice bed for restin’.”
I did all that with my clothes off, something that I had rarely done since our honeymoon because the castle was at best drafty, at worst, fucking cold.
Now I was naked naked.
Fraoch sat on the bed and watched as I got dressed. I put on my baby pink lace bra and my teeniest thong to match. His eyes went wide.
I stood in front of the closet and flipped through my shirts and picked one covered in blue flowers. It fit well, the length of it was short, it showed my stomach if I raised my arms. I buttoned it up. I pulled on a pair of chinos that I loved with it. They were high waisted and—
“What are ye wearin’?”
“My favorite outfit. It’s—”
“Where is the rest of it?” He leaned forward for my hips, pulled me close, and put his mouth on my stomach.
I put my hands on my hips. “The rest of it? Fraoch, I’m covered from my ankles to my elbows. It could be so much worse.”
“Tis what ye are wearin’ outside the room?”
“Unless it’s cold and then I’ll wear a coat, but yes, it’s hot today.”
He ran his hand through his wet hair. “I daena ken if ye should be so bare, where is yer shift? Ye need a skirt.”
I huffed. “Okay, wait.” I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. “Check out my bra. Do you like it?”
“Aye.”
I tugged the edge of my bra down. “Put your lips right here, buck-o, kiss me right here.”
His eyes sparkled and he dutifully kissed me there.
I said, “You like that place?”
“Aye.”
“I’m tucking it away inside my bra, and now inside my shirt.” I buttoned up my front. “See, you can’t see it, hidden, right? But you know it’s there, right? Like it’s a secret just between us. Later you can ask me nicely and I’ll show it to you.”
I unlatched the top of my pants, took his hand and guided it into my panties. “That there is my... what did you call it?”
“I hae many names, but today we can call it yer fancy-pleasure-boat since I rode in it in the shower.”
I laughed. “Yeah, perfect, my fancy-pleasure-boat.” I pulled his hand from between my legs. “now it’s tucked away in my pants.” I zipped and buttoned my pants up. “No one can see it. You, and only you, can ask me later to take off all these layers to show it to you, right?”
“Tis why Beaty had nae clothes on?”
“The women here don’t wear near as many layers, because it’s hot. And we’re liberated, I told you about that. I’m an equal, we all are, you won’t even have to act surprised because you aren’t — you’re an old fashioned man but you are adaptable and if something strikes you as weird just try not to be weird about it, okay?”
I spread his shirt across his shoulders. “I’m even going to be barefoot.” I wigged my toes on the thick off-white wool carpeting.
“Your feet could use a pedicure, but I hope you’ll go barefoot too. It’ll be comfortable, because we’re going to eat, curl up, walk on the beach, go to bed. It’s going to be bright. It’s going to be loud. It’ll suck, but we’re going to take it easy and if you really need to come back here to lie down we can do that too.” I slid his glasses up on his nose adding to my list: dentist, pedicure.
“One more thing. No leering at women in their scanty clothes, you have to pretend not to notice. Other men are used to it, so try and vastly get used to it, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good. Cause you’re too hot to be weird about it all. Let me show you my porch.” I led him out the sliding door to the small porch. It looked out over the dunes, the boardwalk, and the ocean. “Beautiful, huh?”
“Aye, these lands are familiar, tis much the same as when I lived here. I am surprised tae find m’self here again. These are all Og Maggy’s lands?”
“Well, this is probably weird, but his land is from there to there. It seems small compared to the miles of land around Balloch, but here this piece of land is very expensive, he has enough to be considered rich.”
“And he is a king.”
“Yeah in the future he has a whole kingdom. It’s huge. Here he has a mansion and a sliver of land near the beach, but somehow he likes this more.”