29. Greer
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Lain has a tour, which he was pretty fucking sour about, since he couldn’t be here to greet Maisie when she got back. We’ve both missed her more than either of us would like to admit.
This was just a weekend away. What happens if she leaves the country entirely? Deep down I know she wants to stay, that she knows what’s between us is real, but she’s made it clear that she needs to think before she commits.
She didn’t come to the Highlands for a whirlwind romance; she came here to grieve, and here I am falling in love with her.
I’m in the lounge as Effie brings me a cuppa and pats my head twice.
“Whit’s fur ye’ll no go past ye,” she says, a reminder of the first night I met Maisie.
I even felt it then, even if I couldn’t explain it.
She brings out the best in me. I want to take care of her, help her heal. We need more time to make jokes, explore Scotland, and just have fun together. She’s funny, kind, and she has so much to give in terms of love, and I’m not even sure she sees it.
“Thanks, Nan,” I tell her and she gives me one more pat before heading off to the back of the house.
They’re behind schedule for getting back and there’s a nagging voice in the back of my head whispering that something's gone wrong. Callum was pretty tight-lipped about how the trip was going. Maisie gave me updates on her activities, but she didn’t give specific details, either.
If he upset her or hurt her feelings I’m going to lose my shit. I never wanted a woman to come between me and Callum. I hate that he’s put me in this position where I need to choose, cause in a perfect world we could be a pack again and Maisie could be at the center of it.
Truly, if he opened his heart, I think he’d find they’re actually a good match. Both of them have a lot of healing to do, and a similar sense of humor, but I’m just not sure he’ll ever get his head out of his ass.
When the front door opens, I’m on my feet. There’s only one set of footsteps and I hope they're Maisie’s. I turn the corner and see her in the foyer. Her eyes are puffy and my face falls.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes go wide, her face splitting into a grin as she drops her bag and nearly jumps into my arms.
“Thank God,” she says, squeezing me tighter than I ever thought possible.
I hold her by her back and butt, gripping her tight as she burrows her face into my neck.
“Thank God, what?”
“I just missed you. So much.”
“I missed you too, sweet girl.”
I pull back to kiss her and she shakes her head. “I threw up on the way here. Let me go brush my teeth first.”
She tugs my hair out of its tie and runs her fingers through it and I swear she’s looking at me with a whole new set of eyes.
“Okay. I want to hear all about the trip.”
Maisie drags her nails down my facial hair and sighs, like she almost doesn’t care about brushing her teeth, but I put her back on her feet. She goes to pick up her bag, but I take it from her, and she lets me without argument.
She leads the way up the stairs and as soon as we’re inside, she’s pulling out her toiletry bag and heading to the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back,” she says. Her back is a little too straight as she says it, but she’s smiling as she walks away from me.
I take off my shoes and get comfortable on the bed that I know is hers and wait for her to get back.
When she’s out of the bathroom, she shocks me by climbing on to the bed and immediately straddling my lap and kissing me hungrily.
She’s frantic in a way I haven’t seen her, like she can’t kiss me deep enough, like no matter what, we’ll never be close enough for her liking physically.
Her neediness for me is the ultimate turn on. Nothing gets me more excited than knowing I’m the Alpha my Omega needs.
“Fuck. You want my knot?” I say, smacking her arse.
“I need to not think,” she says, shocking me by grabbing my chin and turning my face to the side so she can lick a stripe up my neck.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, this time it’s me grabbing her chin to really look at her.
She bites her lip and nods, taking off her glasses and putting them on the nightstand.
“I’m overwhelmed and you always make it better.”
This trust she has in me is a heady fucking thing. “We need a word between us. I don’t know your tells well enough to know if I go too far or if I’m hurting you.”
“Hmm. How about whisky?”
“Whisky it is. Now get undressed.”
She doesn’t get off my lap as she pulls her shirt off of her head, and unclasps her bra from behind her back, freeing her tits. They’re the perfect handful with dark pink nipples. I can’t help myself but to lean forward and take one into my mouth and suck.
Maisie grips my hair as I lavish her breasts, testing her limits as I drag my teeth against her nipple and she lets out a shuttering breath. I smack her arse, pushing her harder against my lap, and she whines.
“These too,” I tell her, grabbing the back of her pants, hating that she isn’t wearing one of her fashion-forward business skirts.
She doesn’t want to get off my lap and I don’t blame her, cause I don’t want to waste a single second of not touching her either. I swat at her again, and that makes her get up quickly, taking her pants and panties off.
Maisie stands there naked before me, beautiful as ever, her lust-filled eyes locked in on me.
When I rise from the bed, she’s pulling my shirt up, and I help her get it off. She trails her fingers along my chest and sighs happily as she leans forward and places a kiss on my cheek and nuzzles against my chest…almost as if she’s scent marking me?
“Please Greer,” she asks in the softest voice that goes straight to my dick.
“Hands on the armoire,” I tell her, and she does, gripping the side of the wood. “Ten, not because you did anything bad, but because my sweet girl needs it, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.” It’s almost like her body relaxes as the words come out and I glide a hand down her spine, watching her shiver in anticipation.
“Once this arse is nice and pink, I want you to ride my cock and take my knot.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Her arse is soft against my palm as I squeeze and knead her while kissing her shoulder. The first connection of my palm to her cheek has her jolting toward the dresser. It’s harder than I’ve ever spanked her.
“Okay?” I confirm, rubbing the spot that’s turning the most sensual shade of pink.
“More. Please, more.”
“You’re so fucking good for me,” I tell her, spanking her again.
She moans, and slick is already dripping down her leg. My cock is aching, pressed against my pant, and I can’t take it any longer, removing them and pressing my hard shaft against the crack of her arse.
“You drive me crazy. Do you feel how hard you make me? Only you do this to me, no one else.”
Maisie’s breathing hitches and she nods.
My hand tingles slightly after the eighth smack. Maisie’s legs are trembling, but she’s soaking wet and moaning at every touch of her skin.
“That’s it. You’re going to come so fast for me once I have my cock inside you, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, and I give her the final two spankings. She doesn’t hesitate as she turns around and nearly leaps back into my arms, our mouths colliding in a kiss so needy that I can’t even describe it.
Walking backwards, I land us on the bed, and Maisie is already grabbing me by the knot, making me groan as she slides me into her sweet pussy.
She moans loudly, with not a care in the world if Effie can hear. She’s dripping with slick, her body so worked up from spanking her. When I grab her arse to move her up and down, she winces. I go to move my hand to her waist, but she shakes her head.
“I like it,” she says, wrapping her body around mine as we messily kiss and she rides me.
“Let me see you take it,” I tell her, pulling back and watching where she teases my knot.
Luckily, she doesn’t have much patience to make me wait as she glides all the way down and takes my knot. I rut into her from below, my knot swelling as she shatters on top of me. Her pussy grips me so fucking tight I have no other option but to follow suit, filling her with my cum.
She’s panting against the side of my neck. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I pull back stunned. “What?”