22. Maisie
maisie
Even though I didn’t listen to Callum about helping Effie and her business, his words still lingered when it came to Greer and Lain.
I didn’t message either of them last night. Even though I was indeed feeling needy, I just needed the night to think. Not that I gathered many revelations lying there all alone, because all I could think about was how good it felt to not sleep alone these past nights.
The two Alphas consumed my thoughts with how alive they make me feel.
Lain is picking me up in a few minutes for his tour, and I’m doing my best to not feel nervous. I’ve never had an infatuation with anyone, and now here I am with two crushes I know I shouldn’t have while playing a very dangerous game.
Part of me knows I should end this before feelings get any deeper, but I just can’t, no matter how many times I try to convince myself.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s an unknown number and I send it to voicemail. Instead, I slide over to the Heather Beag’s new social media post and smile when I see we have two comments. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither is a new business page. I’ll take any engagement as a positive.
When I click on the comments, however, a near rage fuels me. They were made sometime last night and I consider blocking him from the account, but I don’t know how Effie would feel about that.
ChefCallum: Nan, you should be working toward retirement.
ChefCallum: We should be making posts to sell the property.
I click on his profile and of course, it’s nearly all food, none of his face.
A few of the posts you can see his tattooed forearm, those posts have the most comments.
The appeal is clear, there’s a level of mystery to his page; it’s hard to imagine that someone with such a hot forearm would have such a prickish personality, even if he is attractive.
I click on the latest post that was two days ago. I won’t lie, the piece of fish in the photo looks delicious. Either way, I drop a comment on his post.
TheHeatherBaeg: Stick to cooking instead of commenting.
Feeling satisfied, I tuck the phone into my purse and just as I do, Lain’s van turns the corner and parks outside the B&B. He opens the door and I slide in.
“Full tour today,” Lain says, and I give him a smile, realizing that he isn’t kidding. The van is completely full except for my usual seat. There’s a man sitting in the spot right next to mine. I swear Lain gives the man a suspicious look as I take my seat.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” the stranger says.
Lain’s eyes are already glancing through his rearview mirror at the man and I have to hold back how adorable I feel that is.
“So you didn’t have to meet up at the tavern like the rest of us peasants, huh?” he asks. His accent is American, likely somewhere on the West Coast.
“It’s a privilege of sleeping with the tour guide, I guess.” I shrug effortlessly and while my seat mate doesn’t seem amused, Lain’s eyes are crinkling in the front seat.
“Alright everyone, farm first, loch second. Now, does anyone know anything about the Highland coo?” Lain asks.
A teenage girl in the back speaks up. “That they’re adorable?”
“Aye, they are adorable. They live longer than most cattle and are highly intelligent with gentle demeanors. Now, the farm has some rules,” Lain says, going on about the rules and what to expect.
My seat mate leans in closer to me while Lain is still speaking. Does he smell like salt? No, it’s in my head.
“Are things with you and Mr. Kilt serious?” His voice is low, and he’s far too close to me as a stranger.
“Yes,” I say, shifting my legs so they face the aisle more.
“Can’t be that serious if he was picking you up from an inn. What was it, the Heather something?” he asks.
The van suddenly jolts, and there are a few panicked noises from the travelers. The Alpha next to me wasn’t wearing his seatbelt, and he hits the spot in front of him rather hard.
“Sorry about that, we’re almost at the farm.”
“Well, that just deducted a star from my review and completely wiped his tip,” the Alpha next to me says. I don’t know his name and I don’t care to.
I fold my arms across my chest and do my best to not look at him. His knuckles touch my hip as he clicks his seatbelt in place.
The van finally stops and Lain is incredibly quick to cut the engine and stand, his hands on the ceiling of the vehicle as he ducks his head.
“Alright, everyone has their wristband?” he says and everyone holds up the red wristbands he gave them except me. “Perfect. This gives you entry to the farm. I’ll be walking about if you need a photographer, but other than that, the staff here are the experts.”
He swings open the door and when I stand, the Alpha next to me is ridiculously close. The moment my feet hit gravel, Lain is grabbing my wrist and tugging me to the side.
“Are you okay? Was he being a cunt?”
“I’m fine, and sort of. I mean he was being kind of aggressive with the conversation, but I’m fine,” I say, and Lain is already letting me go and making his way toward the Alpha.
Shit.
I’m chasing after him and I grab the back of his sweater. He could easily keep walking. I’m not strong enough to actually hold him back.
“Lain, wait,” I say with a wobble to my voice.
It must be the thing that makes him turn around, because he’s suddenly wrapping his arms around me and picking me up into a tight hug. I can’t help but to wrap my arms right back around him. He feels safe and warm and mine. Isn’t that fucking horrifying?
Though, it’s not enough to make me pull away, instead my nose is pressed against his neck and I swear I can get a hint of his scent, but maybe I’m imagining it again, maybe I want him too badly.
“I’m fine. I promise,” I assure him, and he kisses my temple.
“I’ll make sure that someone else sits there, or I can have Greer come pick you up.”
I pull back to look at his face and brush my hand through his soft hair. I’ve never felt more protected or special than the way Greer and Lain make me feel and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to give this up and go back to my life in Chicago. Not that there’s much of a life waiting for me anyway.
Instead of dwelling on it, I kiss him.
“Now, do you want to see the cute coos? Or do you want to go back in the van and make out the whole time?” he asks, and I can tell he’s serious.
“Let’s go see the coos,” I say and he laughs at my pronunciation.
He holds my hand as we walk through the main entrance and he takes me over to the area where most of the other guests are.
“We should take some pictures for your new profile while we’re here,” I tell him, sliding out my phone.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about what would do well for you and honestly, I think it’s just pictures of you in your kilt at different locations you take your tours.”
“So you’re saying I’m devilishly handsome and that showing my calves will be enough to get people to book earlier?”
“Basically,” I reply, and Lain shakes his head.
“We can go inside of the pen, let’s just go find Graham,” he says and I nearly stop in my tracks.
“Wait, Graham owns this place?”
“No, that would be Jaime. Wouldn’t be surprised if you haven’t met him. He tends to stay on the farm and keep to himself. Graham just works here doing God knows what.”
While attempting to let all this information sink in, I just let Lain guide where we’re walking to, and that’s when we turn around the wrong corner, because there’s my sister getting railed mid-day on a farm.
“Oh my God,” I hiss, grabbing Lain’s arm and dragging him back around the corner. “That was my sister, right?”
“Aye, definitely your sister,” Lain says, with a hand covering his face.
“So this is where she’s been spending her time,” I say, leaning against the wall next to Lain. “It kinda makes sense. I wonder why she didn’t tell me?”
Lain bumps me with his arm. “It seems like you and your sister have quite a bit to talk about. I mean, I don’t think you need to bring up catching her in whatever that position was, but everything else.”
“You’re right,” I groan, and then Lain is in front of me, my back against the wall. One hand is braced above my head while he uses the other to tug at a loose piece of hair.
“What are you so worried about?” he asks in his soft Alpha voice that makes my toes curl.
“That she’ll be upset that I didn’t tell her, that it will make me seem like a hypocrite. I’ve been so hard on her in the past about keeping a steady job, about always having a back-up plan.” I sigh dramatically. “I just…it’s important that Birdie is proud of me and I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“Your sister loves you. She won’t be disappointed. I’m sure she’ll be pissed off on your behalf that they fired you for your designation. Just clear the air, you’ll feel better after.”
“You know what else would make me feel better?” I ask, tugging on his kilt, bringing his body closer to me.
“Are you being a good girl and telling your Alpha when you feel needy?” he asks, and I can’t help the little noise that slips out of me.
Lain looks around us and grabs my wrist, ushering me away to a more private spot. With little to no effort, my back is pressed against the wall and one of his thick thighs is pressed against my leg.
“Have I mentioned how much I like these skirts you wear?” he asks, nudging the material up my legs, pressing his thigh more firmly against my center. “Actually, I like everything about you.”
I swallow thickly, because I like everything about him too. Instead of saying those words, I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans down and kisses me.
“I know you can come just like this,” he says, grabbing my ass and shifting my body against his.
He knew because Greer told him what happened between us, and why do I consider that such a turn on?
“Fucking make a mess on me, Maisie. Mark me so that fucking rat bastard on the van knows who you belong to.”
I grind harder against his leg, wishing that I could scent mark him. He makes up the difference between the two of us as he licks and sucks on my throat. His grip on my ass is tight and demanding.
“God, Mais, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
That’s what sends me over the edge, and for the second time in only a few days I come without even taking off my panties from rubbing against a hot Scottish man.
I glance around. We’re tucked away in a spot where someone would need a reason to come back here to view us.
“Have I told you how much I like your skirt, too?” I ask with a smirk.
“Kilt,” he corrects as I cup his cock through the material.
He groans, and the wool is thick as I slip my hand underneath, finding him wearing underwear.
With confidence I didn’t know I had, I grab him at the base, my thumb teasing his knot as I stroke him.
“Fucking hell, you’re going to make me call Greer to bring me another set of trousers, aren’t you? ”
He’s bucking into my hand, and I know he’s close. That’s the moment I decide to crouch down, taking his head into my mouth as I continue to jerk him off. My other hand is fisting his kilt out of my face.
Lain has a hand braced on the wall and another cradling the back of my head.
“God, you drive me crazy.”
Good. I like that I drive him crazy, that I can render a man into a shaking, panting mess.
Lain moans, his hand on the back of my head gripping me harder as his warm cum floods my throat. I swallow him down and the Alpha sighs when my lips slide off his cock.
I right his underwear and kilt, proud of my work. The moment I stand, Lain’s lips are on mine, not even a moment of hesitation tasting himself on my lips. I like that too.
“What are you doing to me?” he says against my lips and the same question lingers in my mind. Because what exactly have these Alphas awoken in me?
We’re both slightly disheveled as gravel crunches around the corner. We’re both correcting our clothing as my sister of all people finds us.
“Maise, what are you doing here?” she says in a shocked voice.
“Uh, my tour guide brought me here,” I reply, pointing a thumb in Lain’s direction. Not very smoothly he nudges his head toward my sister. “Hey, do you have a minute to chat?”
“I’ll give you two some space,” Lain says, giving my sister a smile.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else?”
“I know just the place,” Birdie says.