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slowing his oiled hands over her breasts. He nudged at her darkening nipples and bent his head to kiss them. Her back arched, her breasts lifting to meet his lips.
    “I thought you could find out for yourself,” she said, her hands on his head as he continued further down her body. “Took you some time, though,” she added, wriggling under his mouth.
    Matthew stopped what he was doing and threw her a look.
    “Aye well, it’s been a trifle hectic.” Margaret leaving, Ian moving in, Joan and the wean… all in all the last few weeks had been a bit too much. He kissed her again, tasting her properly. Salt, she was, and smooth and soft like silk. She moaned. His tongue teased her, she tugged at his hair, her thighs falling wide open.
    “Now,” she breathed, “I want you now.”
    “Oh, do you?” He kissed her pubic mound, her navel, and she squirmed, making a series of low, urgent sounds. “Matthew!” she groaned, and he took pity on her, sliding up the bench to cover her body with his.
    “How far along are you?” he asked as he sank into her.
    “Two months.”
    “Oh,” he replied, concentrating on how it made him feel to be inside of her. He moved slowly, long flexing movements of his hips.
    “Will it be a boy or girl, do you think?” Alex voice sounded very vague, as if the effort of holding even this desultory conversation was too much. When he slipped his hands under her and lifted her closer she made a small sound, holding still when he shifted even deeper inside of her. All the way to his root, and she sighed, crossing her legs round his hips.
    “A lad,” Matthew kissed her. “We must hope for a lad. One like Rachel is quite enough.” He felt Alex laugh and smiled in response, thrusting into her. “But there will be time for lasses later, many, many lasses.”
    “You’re nuts,” Alex told him. “This is already number four. How many were you planning for?”
    Matthew bent his head to her ear and whispered a number, making her shake with laughter.
    “Totally nuts, Matthew Graham,” she whispered back, and then she didn’t say very much at all for some time.
    She gave him a contented look afterwards, pillowing her head on his chest with a little sigh. He toyed with her hair, drawing out long, long curls that bounced back the moment he released them.
    “I’ll ask him to stay away, for now.” Matthew choked on the words, they tore at his gullet.
    “Good,” Alex said, sounding relieved. “And when they come and ask you to swear the oath?”
    “What oath?”
    Alex raised her head. “Don’t give me that; you know exactly what oath.”
    Aye, of course he did. He sighed and looked at her. “How can I swear an oath like that?”
    Alex locked her eyes into his. “How? You just repeat the words and cross your fingers behind your back.”
    “That’s perjury.”
    “No, it isn’t. It’s called survival. Sometimes you do things just to keep yourself and your family safe.”
    “It will make me a lesser man,” Matthew said.
    “Not in the eyes of those that matter – not in mine.”
    He smiled crookedly; no, not in hers. “To Sandy it will.”
    “Probably. But he knows you have children and he will anyway blame it on my corrupting influence.”
    “Corrupting influence? Aye, you could say that.” He looked down to where she’d taken a firm grip of his cock. “Not that I mind.” He raised a hand to brush a curl off her face.
    “Of course you don’t.” Her hair tickled his chest, his belly and spread out across his thighs.
    “Ah, Jesus,” he said, when her tongue slid over his balls, the length of his cock.
    “Now that Sandy would definitely not approve of,” Alex said, before going back to what she was doing.
    “Right now I don’t care,” Matthew said, holding her where she was.

Chapter 6
    “But why?” Ian asked. “If those giant eagles could fly and fetch them from the mountain, why didn’t they just carry them in? And then Frodo could have dropped the wee ring into Mount