Maisie
A rooster is crowing in the distance, someone is licking my foot, and I’m roasting between two very large Alphas.
I reach over Lain, grabbing my glasses from his nightstand and glance down at the end of the bed and realize Fergus is the one licking my toes and I suppose that’s a relief as I try to untangle myself from between the two men.
Last night was unexpected, amazing, wonderful, and ultimately confusing.
It’s hard to sit in the warmth of how I felt last night and ignore Callum’s words.
Was I being selfish? I knew I wasn’t being manipulative; I know that’s him projecting whatever happened with the last Omega they dated.
But the word selfish rang around my head like a warning bell.
Lain stirs first, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and presses kisses all over my shoulder.
“Morning, beautiful,” he says dreamily. “Are you still coming on the tour with me today?”
“Only if Fergus stops licking my toes,” I joke.
He whistles, getting Fergus’ attention and the dog bounds to the side of the bed, where Lain scratches behind his ears.
“Now Fergus, it’s not kind to lick between a lady's toes without permission. You’ll have to vow to be a good boy, or else Maisie won’t come on the tour with us.”
Fergus shows no ability of understanding his owner, but pants happily, his tongue lulling out of his head.
“I need to go home and shower and change. I can meet you back at Greer’s?”
“I’ll take you back to Effie’s,” Greer says groggily next to me.
“Oh. I can walk.”
“I’ll take you back,” he says firmly, no room for arguing. I didn’t think I’d like a man who’s as direct as Greer, but I soak it up, maybe too much.
His dark red hair is a mess and I notice that the freckles on his shoulder are more condensed and it’s endearing.
“I’ll go grab your clothes,” he says, and it’s then that I realize I’m still just wearing Lain’s shirt.
Greer leaves the room, Fergus bounding after him.
Lain looks at me hopefully, a quick press of his lips against my nose.
“You’re so bonnie even with a wee bit of drool right here,” he says, his thumb coming to the corner of my lip.
I smack his hand away and narrow my eyes.
“Don’t overthink all this, alright? We’re having a good time. Last night was, fuck, Maisie, I’m going to think about you sucking my cock all day.”
My cheeks heat and I cover his mouth, feeling his smile under my palm.
“I won’t overthink it,” I tell him the lie easily.
I’ll be overthinking every moment we have together, but I’m also going to let myself enjoy this. He grabs the back of my neck and gives me a quick kiss.
“See you in an hour.”
“Yeah,” I reply easily, climbing out of bed as Greer brings me my clothes.
They both brazenly stare at me as I get dressed and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so wanted in my life. This feeling might become addictive.
We’re outside of the B&B and, as always, Greer insists on walking me back to my room. He has his hands placed on the top of the door frame, making him seem even taller as he leans in.
“Will I see you again tonight?”
I place a hand on his chest, loving how solid he feels. It brings back memories of how good he felt inside me last night.
A toy or self-gratification can’t compare to how I felt last night. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard in my life.
“Maybe,” I tease and he smiles, leaning even further down to kiss me tenderly.
I never gave much thought to beards, but Greer has changed my mind. I like the way it rubs against my skin when his mouth is on me.
“I’ll have to, uh…I’ll talk to Birdie and see what her plans are.”
He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Of course, Lain and I don’t want to get between your time with your sister.”
I rub my hand up and down his shirt again.
There’s a clearing of a throat in the hallway, and Birdie stands there, her hair just as big of a mess as mine.
Greer uses his large palm to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. My sister and I look between one another and at Greer.
“Birdie, your bag,” a deep voice says.
I glance at the large man bounding up the stairs, who gives a sheepish smile to me and Greer.
“Arran,” Greer says and the man waves.
“Hiya, Greer.”
They both have red hair and my mind automatically wonders if they’re related. Wouldn’t that be some twisted fate?
“I’ll be seeing you tonight, then?” Arran asks my sister, and she gives him a smile.
“I’ll let you know,” she replies back.
Birdie comes up the stairs, and Greer takes her place. Both of the men look up at us and we give them both awkward waves before I unlock the door.
As soon as we’re both inside there’s a long silence.
“See, I knew you just needed to get laid. How do you feel?” Birdie asks and I blink at her.
“You also just came home in the morning with a Scotsman, did you not?”
“Yeah, but we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. How was it?”
“Unbelievable,” I say, falling onto my bed, and Birdie takes a seat on her own bed.
“And what about you?” I ask her, she just smirks.
She shrugs. “Nothing wrong with a bit of a highland fling.”
“That’s all that it is?”
“Of course, have your fun, Maisie. We deserve it. Hey, were you still thinking about going to Oban this weekend?”
“Yeah, I think that would be great,” I tell her honestly.
“Maybe we could take some of Mom’s ashes?”
“I think she’d like that.”
“I might have gotten us a ride too, so that we won’t have to drive and nearly die.”
My glare has her grinning at me, undeterred.
“And who pray tell, is this driver?”
“A friend, you’ll like him. Anyway, I call shower first,” she says, getting up off of the bed and taking a shower.
So, it appears that me and my sister have both found some extracurricular activities in Scotland after all.
I’m still not sure if this is a good or a bad thing in the long run, but the delicious soreness of my body and the lingering feeling of Greer’s kiss has me putting that all to the side.
Plus, I have a very attractive tour guide to meet up with.
Birdie is already gone by the time I get out of the shower. She leaves me a little note with hearts that says not to do anything she wouldn’t do and I smile cause I don’t think that list is very long. My stomach sours a little over the fact I haven’t been completely honest with her.
I should tell her about my job and maybe get some pointers on how to protect myself when it comes to a purely physical relationship.
Maybe I put a little more effort into my makeup today and I even wear contacts, tossing my glasses in their case in my purse as a backup. There are butterflies in my stomach as I lock the door to our room and head toward Greer’s.
When I see Lain’s smiling face as he frantically waves at me from the door of his tour van my heart nearly skips a beat.
He’s graciously back in his kilt, I can’t help but to have a flashback of how it felt to press my face against his bare thigh, the way he stroked my hair as his pack mate knotted me from behind.
I clear my throat, trying to push those memories away, but when Lain just comes up and grabs my cheeks in a kiss, I can’t tamp down this feeling.
Shit. I have a crush.
He pulls away, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my cheeks, as he glances down at my outfit.
“You’re trying to kill me, eh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say slyly.
I wore a plaid suspender dress with a long-sleeve black shirt and black tights underneath. I brought a cardigan as well in case it gets colder throughout the day.
“It’s a full crowd today,” Lain says, dragging me by the hand and it’s only then that I realize his whole tour bus was watching our interaction.
Fergus is waiting for me in our seat from last time, while the rest of the van is full with excited tourists.
“Alright, everyone ready for today’s adventure?” Lain says excitedly, putting on his headset and beginning the tour.
As he speaks, it’s hard to not fall for his charm, and for his humor to not be contagious.
I’ve been so caught up these past twenty-four hours I realize that I’ve let a lot of my bullshit go.
I haven’t even thought about my old job, or how much I miss my mom.
Though there’s always a sense of her not being here that follows me, it doesn’t feel so heavy.
I pet Fergus the whole ride, and feel a sense of pride when Lain gets his guests to laugh along with him or engage in the history of Scotland.
It’s becoming easier and easier to see why so many people love this place.
Our first stop is a castle and as the clouds grow darker and moodier it sets the tone for Lain’s story as he talks about rebellion, legacy, and charm of the castle.
When the sky cracks open with rain, he brings everyone inside for the guided tour given by the estate. He left Fergus at the front with one of his friends who works here, since he’s not allowed inside the castle.
Lain laces our fingers together as if we’ve been doing it forever. We take the rear of the tour, making sure he doesn’t lose anyone before we hit the road again.
The tour guide talks about the Bonnie Prince Charlie staying at the castle and Lain leans over to whisper in my ear.
“You know there were rumors he was an Omega?”
“You’re lying,” I say back, and he arches an eyebrow at me.
“I’m telling you. Everyone called him the Bonnie Prince for a reason and wouldn’t it make sense for him to hide his designation in order to have respect during the rebellion?”
“Maybe you’re on to something,” I muse and he gives my hand a tight squeeze.
“I’m really glad you came.”
“Me too,” I say, and I lean against his arm, loving the way he provides assured support.
He kisses the top of my head and my heart flutters. I try to put a shield around the feeling and go on for the rest of the tour.