Greer
“Why don’t you take the night off? Ginny can handle the rest of the night,” I tell Callum, and he waves me off, heading back to the kitchen.
“He’s a fucking prick, he knew what he was doing coming in here, he was purposely taunting you.”
“What’s new?” Callum says, grabbing a ticket and rattling off the order to his staff. “Are you bringing her home tonight? If so, I think I’ll crash at Nan’s.”
I rub the back of my neck.
“We haven’t discussed it yet.”
Callum nods, not even looking at me. This distance between us is growing wider and all I want to do is fix it, but I’m not sure if it can be fixed.
“Well, either way, if you could give me a heads up,” Callum says, and I know it’s taking a great deal of effort for him to be calm and levelheaded about everything. Not just what Lain and I are doing with Maisie, but with Leo showing up here tonight.
“I will. I think if you got to know her—” I start and he just glares at me. “Fine.” I hold up my hands and walk out from the back to the bar. A quick glance shows that Leo is long gone, and it takes a weight off my chest.
Part of me feels bad for Fiona, that she ended up with such a fucking cunt, but I suppose she isn’t the kindest person in the world either.
I smile as I see Maisie’s pretty face. She’s kind, far kinder than she even realizes.
Her mission to help Nan and Lain with their business sense makes me feel proud and in awe of her.
I’ve told Effie that she needs to step into the new age of technology and to have Graham help her, but she said he had his hands full and that the Heather Beag was fine as is.
Lain’s business does well, but he seems more than happy getting Maisie involved as much as possible. He wants to convince her she should stay in Scotland longer, that maybe with enough time he could persuade her that this is where she belongs.
It’s a long shot, but Lain is persistent, and I want the same thing.
I know that it’s ridiculous liking her this much already, that I sound like a delusional young lad with his first crush, but there’s something about Maisie.
The further she tangles herself into the culture here, with the people, the better chance we have of broaching the subject of her staying. There’s the complication of her sister, however after I saw Arran dropping her off the other night, maybe she won’t be such an obstacle after all.
I lean against the bar, and Maisie automatically tilts her body closer to me like we’re drawn in by this magnetic force.
Maybe we are.
“Would you like to come to ours tonight?” I ask.
She glances back at the kitchen, and I sigh. What happens if we can convince Maisie to spend more time here with the greater picture being her staying forever? Where does that leave Callum?
“He’ll be staying somewhere else,” I tell her and a flush creeps up her neck.
“Then yes. Let me just check in with Birdie,” she says, tapping away on her phone.
I glance over at Lain, and he raises an eyebrow, tipping his head toward Callum. I give him a quick nod to let him know that he’s fine, and he relaxes more into his seat. His arm is tossed over her chair as he plays with a ringlet loose from her hair clip.
There isn’t jealousy ever when it comes to Lain.
He and I were on the same playing field with our ex, but with Maisie it’s different.
She doesn’t pick favorites, and doesn’t withhold affection.
It makes sharing far smoother, that’s for fucking sure.
Though a very greedy part of me wants her to myself for a moment.
“You’re staring,” Maisie says, and I move my gaze to her face.
“Aye and you’re being a shite bartender too,” Alan cuts in and I roll my eyes. “Steal my girl, leave my glass empty, what’s next, spitting in my damn face?”
“Be nice, Alan,” Maisie says calmly and the old Scot sighs.
“Of course, dear.”
Lain barks out a laugh and kisses Maisie’s cheek.
She preens under his attention and I just know that she has to be feeling this connection between us, there’s no way that this can simply be one sided or just physical, there’s a spark there, a spark that’s blazed brighter than anything I’ve experienced.
“Oh shoot. Do you have somewhere I could charge my phone?” she asks, pulling a charger out of her bag, because of course she carries one around; I find it charming.
“Let’s put it back in the office,” I tell her.
Lain and I exchange a look, but he backs down; he had all day with her and snuggled with her for hours, he can deal.
I take Maisie’s hand and direct her up a narrow set of stairs that lead to the storage area along with the main office. She even has the adaptor attached to her phone as she hands it to me and I plug it in.
With an intrigued gaze she looks through everything in the space. There are two desks, one for me and one for Callum.
“This is your family?” she asks, gingerly grabbing the corner of the frame and analyzing the picture.
“My folks. They retired to Glasgow, my Da has some heart problems,” I tell her and she swallows thickly. I shake my head, wishing I said that better. “He’s perfectly fine, just a condition where it’s safer to be near a hospital.”
“You look a lot like your mom,” she says.
“She loves hearing that.”
“Do you see them often?”
“Not as often as I’d like,” I reply honestly and she gives me a smile, looking at the other things on my desk.
“I like that you’re neat,” she says and I can’t help but laugh. “What? Being organized is hot.”
“Oh, aye? It’s the tidiness that gets you going, nothing else?” I ask, leaning against the desk.
“Among other things,” she says, running her hands down my chest.
I slide my hands up her arms. The sweater she’s wearing is so soft, exactly what an Omega should be wearing. When I reach her shoulders, I move my hands so that I can cradle her face and lean down to kiss her.
She sighs into my mouth like it’s a relief to kiss me and I can’t help but to do the same. Even with all the uncertainty, of her being adamant on this all being no feelings, just physical, that she’s going back to America, when I’m with her I’m calm.
I unclip her hair, tossing the plastic on my desk. I expect her to maybe push away and tell me that we need to save this all for tonight, but she surprises me by kissing me even harder.
Her hands are all over me and it makes my chest ache knowing how much this touch is probably affecting her. She doesn’t usually let her Omega instincts out, but she feels safe enough with me to do so. I think her self-imposed celibacy also has her body craving more.
“You need me to take care of you don’t you?” I whisper against her lips and she whines.
The sound goes right to my dick and I turn her around, her palms immediately landing on my desk as I grab her from behind.
Her sweet little arse is pressed against my hardening length while my hands cup and knead her breasts from behind.
“We can be quick,” she says, and I remove a hand from her chest and place a light smack against her arse. I could tell the first time that I playfully spanked her that it excited her.
She moans, her head leaning back against my chest.
“There’s nothing quick about what I want to do to you, sweet girl.”
“Everyone will know,” she whispers.
“Would that be the worst thing? Everyone in the tavern knowing who you belong to?” I worry that the words go too far, but she’s pressing herself harder against my crotch.
“Yeah,” she agrees wantonly as I slide her skirt up to her waist and tug down her tights. I knead her rounded cheeks and she moans.
“You like when I spank your arse, don’t you? You know I do it because you’re so good for me.”
“Fuck,” she hisses out, and I watch as slick drips down her thighs.
“Mmm. See, this is why you need multiple Alphas. Lain playing with this cunt wasn’t enough for the day, was it?” I ask, spreading her cheeks and watching as she drips even more slick for me.
“I swear I’ve never been this needy before,” she rasps out.
I smack her arse the hardest I have yet, just enough for a light pink tinge.
“I like you needy,” I say as she moans.
“Why does that feel so good?”
The complexities of pain and pleasure, subservience and domination will have to be a separate conversation. So I keep it simple.
“Because it’s me doing it to you.”
“Fuck me, please,” she asks softly.
I unzip myself, pulling my cock out of my pants and fisting the base. I tease her, drawing my tip around her entrance and covering it with slick. She pushes harder against me, and I spank her again.
The keening noise that slips out of her is pure fucking bliss.
“Don’t rush me, Maisie. I want to savor you.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she replies. The words are nearly mindless with her anticipation and I can’t stop the purr that rumbles through my chest.
“Such a good girl for me. I like that, I like that a lot.” I accentuate the words with another smack on her arse, kneading the flesh before pushing my cock inside her.
Maisie nearly falls over the table and I grab her by the waist, making sure her hips aren’t pressed against the hard edge.
I’m nearly holding her upright as I wrap another hand around her chest, squeezing her breast. They’re a perfect handful.
I breathe in against her hair, wishing more than anything I could scent her, that I was leaving this room with her claiming scent dripping off me.
My hips slap against her as I fuck her and she’s doing her best to keep her noises soft, not like anyone could hear her with the music and where we are, but regardless, those noises are for me and for no one else.
Maisie can barely stand, so I pull out and spin her around, picking her up and plopping her on my desk.
She doesn’t hesitate, dragging her fingers through my hair and unsheathing it from its tie. She kisses me passionately as I savor her body.
As I slip into her I let myself fall into the hopeless bliss that is Maisie Taylor.