Lain
The castle tour went on without a hitch. We’re on one of my favorite hikes, heading toward the waterfall.
Fergus knows the route like the back of his paw and brambles along, basically leading the tour.
Maisie has a smile on her face, and I can’t help but to look down at her every so often. She’s certainly not dressed for a hike, not in that tight little skirt or those boots made to make a fashion statement—not to hike through the mud.
The rain starts slowly, a little trickle through the leaves that give us coverage. Most of the tourists are wearing the plastic human condoms to stay dry and I give Maisie my raincoat to cover herself.
“I feel bad stealing your jacket,” Maisie says and I wave her off.
“Fergus and I are true Scots. A wee bit of rain never hurt anyone,” I say.
We’re nearly at the waterfall. Everyone has their phone out, ready to take pictures as the sky breaks out pissing rain.
“Everyone take your time, it’s just rain. Head on back to the van at your pace, it’s unlocked,” I say. A few of the older guests hightail it back down the path to the parking area. A few tourists made of sterner stuff watch as the waterfall gushes down the stones with the rapid rainfall.
Fergus comes rambling by us, shaking his dripping wet fur right onto Maisie.
“Dammit, Fergus,” I say, and Maisie just laughs, letting the hood of the raincoat fall back, the rain drenching her curls, nature taming them, making her hair look darker.
She tilts her face to the sky, the rain trickling against her skin like some sort of cleanse. After she’s had a moment, she walks over my way, grabbing my wet shirt, making me lean down for a kiss.
I forget that I’m on a tour. It’s just me and her warm lips embracing, surrounded by the sounds of my favorite place. My fingers tangle into her damp strands and I hold her face, knowing without a doubt I’ll never be the same when she leaves this place.
Unless I can convince her to never leave at all.
We’re broken apart by a clearing of a throat.
“I think we’re all ready to head back,” Glenn, one of my guests, says.
I’m sure my cheeks are hot, as I give him a quick nod. “Of course, everyone back to the van.”
Maisie looks equally embarrassed as we half jog down the trail, following behind the rest of the guests.
When we’re back in the van, Fergus is pressing his wet body against Maisie and the rest of the guests are drenched.
“Now that you’ve all been properly blessed, why don’t we go grab a cuppa so everyone can warm up,” I suggest, which has everyone on the bus agreeing.
I usually drop everyone off at Greer’s, but this time it’s at the Craic Cafe. It’s still raining hard as I usher everyone inside, beside Fergus, who sits under the awning outside the shop.
“Is Greer going to be upset that your little racket didn’t work today?” she asks as I pay for her coffee.
“I think he’ll be more upset that he wasn’t the one to see you soaking wet again, I reckon.”
Maisie’s cheeks turn pink, and she elbows me in the side. I give my guests some recommendations for their holiday; they thank me for the tour and the tips aren’t bad, but not great either. It’s to be expected when the weather is shit.
She sips her drink, her curls still damp with rain as she shivers.
“I bet Effie has her hearth going right about now.”
“What about Fergus?” she asks.
“He’s like an additional grandson to her.” I give her a wink.
“It isn’t weird? Knowing everyone by name in your town? They know everything about you and you know everything about them.”
“I would argue that it’s weird to live somewhere not knowing anyone personally.”
Her lips purse and she gives me a quick nod.
“Doesn’t the gossip and everyone being in your business bother you?”
“What business would that be? That I’m spending my time with one of the hot Omega twins? Or that my pack is in disarray?”
Maisie licks her lips and shrugs.
“It doesn’t bother me. Because you know what? When I need my community, they’re always there for me, and when they need me, I’m there for them. Sure, there’s gossip. A secret doesn’t stay a secret for long, but I’ve got a lot of people in my corner who will always be there for me when I need them.”
She looks contemplative as I say this.
“I’m just used to no one knowing anything about me, I guess. It’s a change of pace.”
“Sometimes a change of pace is just what you need,” I tell her.
Maybe I’m trying to talk up the town a bit, make her fall in love with the idea of this place, but I can’t be blamed. If I want her to consider staying here, at least extending her trip, I’ve got to pull out every stop that I can.
“You know what I really need?”
“What’s that?” I say leaning in.
“A change of clothes,” she says, kissing my nose and standing up from the cafe table.
Heather Beag isn’t far from the cafe at all, but we take the bus to avoid the rain. Just as I suspected, Effie has a fire going, and something in the oven that smells delicious.
“Look at you poor dears, like a pair of beautiful drowned rats. I’m sure Angus has something you can wear,” she says, looking me over. “At the very least, let me dry them.”
“I’ll be fine, Nan.”
“Hmm. And you darling, you should go up and change now before you catch a cold. Oh, and you, my dear boy, come with Nan to the fire,” she says to Fergus, leading him back to the sitting room.
Maisie smiles and tilts her head for me to follow her up the stairs.
I know Nan could have easily given the sisters’ separate rooms, but she chose this one and I can’t help but to appreciate the amount of meddling that woman likes to do.
She hangs my rain coat up on a hook before grabbing dry, comfortable clothes. The stark difference between the two sides of the room is comical.
“Do you have any siblings?” she asks, as she takes off her shirt.
“No siblings. Apparently being pregnant with me was enough reason for my Ma to never want to do it again.”
I can’t help but stare at her as she pulls off her boots, then her skirt.
“You should probably take your wet clothes off,” she suggests, and who am I to deny her? I rest my clothes on a chair, hoping they dry somewhat.
“Do you think Greer would believe me if I told him I needed a change of clothes because they got wet in the rain?”
She laughs as we climb into the bed. Slowly she snuggles in closer to me, both of us getting warm under the comforter. We’re both in our underwear and it feels so domestic and easy. I wish I could have this every day for the rest of forever.
“Probably not.”
“Thought that might be the case,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
It’s nice, sleeping next to someone, cuddling again.
I clear my throat as I dare to ask her the next question.
“Would you consider going off your deodorizers for a few weeks?”
Her cold foot is pressed against my calf as she hums under her breath.
“Can I have some time to think about it? My scent blockers should wear off any day now, but it’s always made me nervous going off deodorizers,” she says softly.
“I only want whatever you’re comfortable with,” I tell her honestly, cradling her face.
She doesn’t respond to that, just tilts her chin and kisses me.
Both of us can’t seem to get enough as our hands begin to wander. My breath hitches as her nails drag along my chest and her hand slips into my underwear. Her grip is firm and confident as she squeezes my cock, stroking me.
“You make me feel so good,” I assure her as my own hand explores her perfect body.
Her nipples are hard as I touch them, her breasts the perfect handful as I squeeze and knead the soft flesh before my hand moves south.
It’s not a surprise but it fills me with masculine pride to find her cunt dripping wet for me.
Our lips part and we stare at each other as we use our hands to get each other off. It somehow feels even more intimate than last night. I feel like there are so many unsaid things between us, but we can feel it now and express it through touch.
I want her, every little part she’s willing to give.
“Fuck are you going to make me come on myself, pet?” I ask her, my fingers curling inside her wet pussy as she strokes me with new vigor.
“Right there,” she pants out, both of us frantic about getting each other off and neither of us breaking eye contact as we do it.
I watch her fall apart first, and it’s a thing of beauty. Her lips part in a wanton moan and wet curls stick to her face as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her grip tightens as she reaches her orgasm, and my knot swells as she milks me of every last drop, warm cum hitting my stomach.
We’re both still touching each other as we pant, coming down from our releases.
Then Maisie does the unthinkable, removing her hand and placing her fingers into her mouth, tasting my release.
I can’t help but to follow suit, sliding my fingers out of her and putting her warm slick against my tongue.
Without even thinking about it we come together in a kiss sharing our mixed release and if I wasn’t obsessed before, I am now. We belong together.
It’s the best way to spend a rainy Scottish day and I know that from here on out any time that it rains she’ll be the only thing I ever think about.