Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
The smell of bacon and coffee tickled Jenna’s nose. She slowly opened her eyes to find that Cormac was wide-awake and watching her as she suddenly remembered what she’d been doing all night and with whom. A lazy smile crossed his face as his hand reached out to caress her cheek.
“Good morning,” Jenna managed to mutter as she stretched and sat up. The aromas from the kitchen had her mouth watering and her stomach grumbling. “If you’re here and I’m here, who’s cooking breakfast?”
“I heard yer cousin Dylan come in a short time ago. At least I believe ‘tis he based on the singing,” Cormac teased.
“What time is it,” Jenna looked around frantically in search of the answer to her question.
“Oh, my gosh, it’s almost eleven. I never sleep that late.”
“I dinna think ye did much sleeping, love.” Cormac had his eyes suggestively trained on her. “Do ye not remember?”
“How could I forget,” she giggled. “But I have to get up. I have to call Bill about the restraining order and then I thought I’d take you across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. Maybe we can have dinner there.”
“I’d like that, but are ye sure ye wish to leave this bed?”
“Well, as much as I’d rather not, we really should get up. Besides, we’ll be back here tonight,” she smiled saucily at him.
“Ye are a woman after me own heart.” Cormac lunged at her and before she could dodge him, he had her in his arms and was kissing her senseless.
When he was done, he hopped up out of bed, grabbed his kilt and adeptly had himself wrapped up and ready in seconds.
“I’ll shower after breakfast, aye?” Jenna was left breathlessly glassy eyed by his kisses.
“Are ye well, Jenna? I’m verra hungry. Come let’s go see what yer cousin and Chester are up to.
” He pulled the blankets off of her and taking her by the hand helped her out of the bed.
Jenna was pretty much speechless, but not in a bad way.
Cormac was an amazing man and she was coming to appreciate him more and more with each passing day.
Now she just had to convince him to stay.
After last night, I should be able to do that, no problem.
She threw on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and followed Cormac out to the kitchen.
“Dylan, ‘tis good to see ye lad,” Cormac boisterously announced.
“Wow! Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” Dylan answered as he slapped palms with Cormac.
“Chester, I’ve missed ye,” Cormac said as Chester wriggled all over the kitchen.
“That dog sure loves you,” Jenna observed. “At first I thought sure you were wearing bacon cologne, but I can see that even with the smell of bacon in the room, Chester is totally interested in only you.”
“Bacon cologne?” Cormac wrinkled his nose at the thought.
“What are you doing here, Dylan?” Jenna asked.
“Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt you two love birds, but I felt bad about bailing on you last night and I wanted to make it up to you, so I thought I’d come over and make you breakfast, besides I have a ballgame to go to today.”
“Ah, the truth comes out. You didn’t really feel bad about last night,” Jenna said.
“No, but I knew you’d probably be happy to go with our Scottish GQ model here,” he winked at Cormac.
“GQ model?” Cormac asked.
“I’ll show you what I mean.” Dylan left the kitchen and came back momentarily with a copy of GQ. He opened it to a page with a cologne ad and a model in a tux. “GQ—Gentlemen’s Quarterly,” he said handing the magazine to Cormac.
Cormac looked at the magazine, touching the pages as he turned them, and then back up at Dylan, with a puzzled expression on his face. “I’ve never seen a book like this before.”
“Technically it’s a magazine, but I guess you probably don’t have these where you’re from.” Dylan went back to cooking their breakfast and Cormac continued to carefully examine the magazine.
“I have to go call Bill,” Jenna said. “I’ll be back in a minute, babe.” She rubbed Cormac’s back and walked from the room, leaving Dylan and Cormac alone with Chester.
***
“Why does she call me babe?” Cormac wondered.
“It’s a term of endearment, like honey or sweetie.” Dylan offered. “You made some progress last night, my man. She hasn’t looked this relaxed and happy in forever. I don’t expect you to tell me all the gory details, but did things go well?” Dylan queried.
Cormac was baffled by his choice of words. Mayhap gory meant something different in this time. “Aye. They went verra well. I believe Jenna will come with me now. Edna was right after all.”
“Congratulations, dude! I’m excited for both of you,” Dylan said. “You still have a couple of days left though, right?”
“Aye. Jenna is taking me to …” his voice trailed off as he couldn’t remember the name of the place she spoke of.
“Sausalito.” Jenna appeared in the doorway. “Well, that’s all taken care of. Jonathan won’t be bothering me again.”
“Why, what happened?” Dylan wanted to know.
“He showed up last night outside of the gala. He was hoping to get Cormac into a fight,” Jenna explained.
“You kept things cool, I take it.” Dylan stated.
“Yep. No fight occurred and I decided then and there I would call Bill this morning and get the restraining order. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.”
Dylan tossed some bread into the toaster oven and then put the cooked bacon on some paper towels to drain. “How would you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled, please,” Jenna answered.
“Cormac?” Dylan asked.
“I’ll have whatever you’re making,” Cormac stated.
“Okay, then, I’ll whip up a batch of my famous veggie scramble.”
“I’ll get the dishes and pour us all some coffee,” Jenna offered.
“May I help?” Cormac asked.
“No, you just take a seat at the breakfast bar and let us do the rest,” Dylan said.
Cormac watched the cousins as they moved around the kitchen, Dylan expertly cooking and Jenna getting dishes, cups, silverware and napkins.
She poured the coffee into three mugs and set one in front of Cormac, along with the cream, sugar and a spoon for stirring.
She set a cup next to Dylan and taking hers added cream and sugar.
Before long they were seated side by side at the breakfast bar enjoying Dylan’s wonderfully cooked breakfast. Chester was happily munching on a piece of bacon which Cormac had surreptitiously handed him.
“Thank ye for breakfast, Dylan. ‘Twas delicious,” Cormac said.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you liked it,” Dylan answered.
Cormac rose from his place and headed towards Jenna’s room.
“Hey, where are you going?” Jenna questioned.
“Shower,” Cormac replied.
“I’ll join you.” Jenna followed close on his heels. “Dylan, you can handle the dishes, right?”
“Sure,” he snickered.
Cormac was a bit surprised when Jenna said she’d join him.
Did she mean to shower with him? If so, he had no objections to that.
In fact, he thought it a fine idea. She put her hands on his waist as she followed him down the hallway.
He couldn’t believe the shift in her attitude from day one of his arrival to this moment.
He was so happy he thought he’d burst. Cailin and Ashley would be so surprised to see Jenna when he brought her home with him.
***
The hot shower filled the bathroom with steam and Jenna thought her life was pretty perfect right at this moment and it would be even more perfect once she convinced Cormac not to go back to Scotland.
Sure, he did have some issues they’d have to deal with.
He couldn’t go around thinking he was from the sixteenth century and that a witch had sent him, but she’d get him some help and he’d be fine because he was amazing in every other way.
She still wasn’t quite sure that Dylan hadn’t planned some elaborate practical joke on her, but both Dylan and Cormac assured her that wasn’t the case. Could she believe them?
“Are ye joining me, love?” Cormac asked from inside the shower.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking.”
Cormac’s hand extended from the shower to pull her in. “And what were ye thinking?” he asked, water running in rivulets down his body making Jenna quiver with anticipation.
“I was thinking how amazing you are.” They stood face to face in the large double shower, the length of their bodies touching. “Here, let me turn on some of the other nozzles.” She reached behind him and turned a knob which had water spraying them from every angle. “How’s that?”
“’Tis good,” Cormac said, watching her closely.
Jenna grabbed the soap and began lathering Cormac’s chest. The feel of it under her hands was making her crazy with desire.
She looked down and saw it was having the same effect on Cormac.
Her hands made their way down to his abs, which rippled under her touch and then further still until she grasped his hard length in her soapy hands. Cormac groaned in apparent delight.
“I believe I may have died and gone to heaven, lass.” He leaned back against the shower wall and Jenna took full advantage of his obvious enjoyment. She seductively stroked his thighs, all the while lubricating her hands with soap bubbles.
“Turn around so I can get your back,” Jenna ordered.
Cormac did as he was directed and she proceeded to wash his back and very shapely butt.
“Okay, all done.”
“I dinna believe I am done, Jenna.” Cormac scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he backed her into the shower wall and drove into her, exactly as she hoped he would.
Jenna couldn’t remember ever being this turned on.
There was something about this man that got her all hot and bothered just from looking at him.
This was the icing on the cake. She held on tight, but she knew he wouldn’t drop her.
He was giving her the ride of her life. The sensations overtaking her body left no room for thought.
“Jenna. Jenna.” He breathed her name, hot breath tickling her ear as his pace increased and she felt him pulsing deep within her at the very moment that she let go, burying her head in his shoulder to stifle the scream that wanted to escape her lips.