THAT MAN: Matrimonial Misadventures by L'Amour Nelle

Author:L'Amour, Nelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Nichols Canyon Press
Published: 2021-02-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Jennifer

Almost One Week Later

I must have been dreaming of visiting Scotland with Blake. Bagpipes droned in my ears, their soulful melody rousing me. I forced my eyes halfway open. No, I wasn’t dreaming. I could still hear them.

“Blake, do you hear that?” I murmured, my voice groggy. We’d been out late last night with our friends Gloria and Jaime Zander to celebrate the signed Dermadoo deal. Neither of us mentioned our nightmarish experience with the moisturizer, and whether Gloria and Jaime had had better luck with the product than we did was never discussed. We all got a little smashed and when we got home, my husband had the munchies and ravenously ate me out. Since our terrifying ordeal, we still hadn’t fucked, but I couldn’t complain about the attention Blake was lavishing on me. I honestly didn’t know how he kept his dick intact. Pure willpower or maybe that ridiculous cock brace helped.

No response from Blake. I rolled over onto my side, thinking he must be fast asleep. To my surprise, he wasn’t there. Though it was Sunday, the one day we usually slept in, maybe he’d gotten up early and gone for a jog or to Starbucks. The bagpipes continued to chime in my ears. Sitting up, I was about to amble over to our bedroom window to see what was happening on the street below when a chipper voice that sounded much like Blake’s caught me by surprise.

“Good mornin’, m’lady! I have brought ye breakfast in bed.”

My eyes shot to our bedroom door where Blake, wearing his kilt, a T-shirt, and a megawatt smile, stood barefoot. Between his hands was a silver tray with a full tea service and a plate full of delectable pastries. There was also a greeting card standing smack in the middle.

As I lowered the fluffy duvet and got into a cross-legged position, Blake swaggered my way. “So, m’ lady, I want to know . . . do ye still think I look like a sexy warrior in a kilt?”

“Is that a trick question?” I replied, my lips curling into a seductive smile.

“No, it’s a straightforward one. Aye?”

I didn’t respond, noticing he wasn’t wearing the traditional leather pouch that accompanied the kilt. Not wearing my glasses, my morning vision was blurry, but I was almost positive—though not a 100% sure—there was a substantial bulge beneath the pleated plaid fabric.

Setting the tray down on my night table, he plucked the card and crawled onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of me. The front of the card featured an adorable Scottish terrier with a red tartan collar and the word “Woof!” Opening it, my husband began to read aloud in his perfect Scottish accent. I often forgot that Blake could have been a great actor, but this reminded me.

“Oh Jenny’s wet, poor body,

Jenny’s seldom dry:

She dragged all her petticoat

Coming through the rye!

If a body met a body

Coming through the rye,

If a body kissed a body,

Need a body cry?

If a body met a body

Coming

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