Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
TAKE THE REINS
Ally
In time, once my pulse had slowed and the sweat on my skin cooled, I set out tidying us up, then Scarlet and I descended to the lounge, both wearing t-shirts of mine. I built a fire while she rummaged in her suitcase, finding underwear.
“You painted the kitchen wall!” Scarlet called. “I didn’t notice that before.”
I had. A deep, rich blue-green. Last weekend, I’d shown her a colour chart and, unknowingly, she’d picked it. “Aye, do ye like it?”
“Against the brick and with all these curved, brushed silver fittings, this is probably the most gorgeous kitchen I’ve ever seen.
” She appeared in the lounge doorway. “No, I lie. It takes top place because I get to wander around admiring it wearing no knickers. I’ve never done that anywhere before. ”
She stepped into a pair of lacy shorts then advanced on me. I could only stare.
“How is it possible you get sexier every time I see ye? You’re getting dressed, and we just had sex, but all I want to do is bend ye over in front of this fire and fuck ye again.”
As if agreeing, the fire whooshed into life, bringing light to the darkening room. It couldn’t be later than five, but in autumn, that was nightfall in the Highlands. Snug fires and cosy houses were a must.
Scarlet strutted now, pointing her toes as she crossed the room to join me.
I took her waist and lowered her onto my lap.
She wound her arms around my neck and fitted her mouth to mine.
Pretty much instantly, my dick was hardening under her, straining at my boxers.
Scarlet made a sound of pleasure, and my brain fritzed.
She pushed me onto my back on the rug, sitting astride me.
With a deft move, she lost her t-shirt, and I had the most beautiful lass in the world grinding on me, breasts gleaming in the low light, waiting for me to grope.
This was unexpected. I’d planned to talk. Scar had other ideas.
“I want to try something,” she said.
Reaching between us, she pulled my boxers over my arse, and then stood, lost the underwear she’d only just put on, and returned to sitting. My dick fitted snuggly against her tight heat, and it was all I could do to just lie there and let her take the reins.
“You’re scared of getting me pregnant, right?”
“Aye.” No point denying it.
“I have an implant so that won’t happen. They are extremely effective, more than condoms.” Her fingers ran down my stomach, my t-shirt riding up.
One thing this lass never failed to do was to make me feel attractive still, even with the scars. I worked out to stay fit, but I didn’t dream of a woman ever looking at my body with lust again. Scar did.
I rose and lost the shirt before lying back and letting her play.
Somehow, twenty minutes after our last round, we were naked again, apart from my boxers.
Scarlet hummed her happiness, ogling my form. “I really liked the stairs sex. There was something different about having you bare. It shocked me, then it had me hotter than the sun in a split second.”
“Same,” I murmured.
She rode the ridge of my cock, gliding over every last inch.
A combination of sheer lust and something else held me taut. Aye, I was afraid, but I also really wanted to fuck her again, no condom, to get that same feeling.
“I have never come so hard and I want to do it again. This is your call, and we can continue with condoms if you want, so you decide. I’m just putting it out there that I am all in with you and I want this.”
I swallowed, trying to keep a rational mind. “Worst-case scenario is you getting pregnant.”
“Which would be rare and unexpected, but not disastrous. I don’t want that, but it wouldn’t burn down the world if it happened.”
For a moment, I squeezed my eyes tight closed, a sudden onslaught of images hitting me square in the gut. Scarlet holding Cait. Scarlet pregnant. Scarlet holding the hand of our wee blonde daughter and a tiny redheaded newborn in her arms.
Our blonde daughter? Would she ever want to be a mother to Cait?
I wanted all that so hard it stung.
“Hey, where did you go?”
I opened my eyes to her peering at me in concern.
“Someplace wonderful,” I admitted. “With you right in the centre of my vision.”
Her furrowed brow lifted, and a dazzling smile lit her face. “You say the sweetest things.”
“To the sweetest lass.”
“Oh no.” She gave a dirty laugh. “Not sweet. Not with the things I have in mind.”
“How about we get started on that then.” I hoisted her, getting my dick in perfect alignment, then Scarlet sank into place.
“Holy fuck.” She groaned, her eyes wide. “I expected to have to persuade you more. God, Ally. This is… I mean…”
“Hush and help me out, will ye?”
She braced herself on my biceps and dug her knees into the rug, then Scarlet rolled her hips, and I was in as deep as I could go.
The sheer sensation of it blinded me. This was wrong but so right, dangerous yet the hottest thing I’d ever done. One thing was certain, I couldn’t deny Scarlet anything, and besides, we’d be doing a lot of this. An undeniable fact, because I couldn’t resist her and I didn’t want to.
Scarlet’s grip on me tightened, and she rode me, slow and deep at first, then drawing out and focusing on my tip.
“Fuck, that feels incredible.” I threw my arm over my eyes, unable to look at her. If I did, I’d be a goner in a minute.
“Suck my nipples,” she ordered.
I groaned but bent up, bracing myself with an arm behind me, then I stooped to fit my mouth to her breast.
“God,” she drawled, still moving.
With my free hand, I felt over her curves, sliding down her spine and gripping her arse, helping her work me into a frenzy. The fire roared, the big dry log I’d placed on top consumed by sudden flames.
Lust surged, and I gave a broken cry, switching my attention to Scarlet’s other nipple and concentrating so I didn’t blow too soon.
She whimpered, pushing into my mouth. Christ, I needed her to come fast. I let my hand roam further, to the place where we joined, and I coated my fingers in our combined wetness.
Then I found her tight rear hole and pressed down, penetrating her right there.
Scarlet gasped, and her strokes staggered.
I lifted my head to find her staring at me. “One day, I’ll fuck ye here, too.”
Her eyes widened. “Will you now? Definitely a post date five conversation, I’d say.”
Then she regained control and picked up the pace once more.
She fucked me with an increasing tempo, and I made love to her in return. I rained kisses on her neck, testing her skin with my teeth, loving her moans.
“Ally,” she mumbled. “I’m going to come.”
“Good.” Except there was a problem: I was, too. Every rise and fall dragged me to the edge, and every breathy sound she made had me clamping down on my own need.
“Oh God!” she yelled and threw her arms around me, her pussy tightening on my dick.
“Fuck,” I bit out, unable to hold back my own orgasm.
I grabbed her with both arms and fell back to the rug, coming so fucking hard I couldn’t do anything but let it happen.
I’d half intended to pull out, or have her blow me, or something other than this, but the second she contracted around me, a powerful, mind-blowing need had taken over.
Lights danced behind my closed eyelids, and my balls throbbed, pulsing for the longest time.
I held Scarlet close. She gripped me, still making the sweetest sounds.
Fear still haunted me, but it took a dim second place to how fucking right this was.
“Jeez,” she finally said, folding her arms over my chest and slumping down again. “That was, I mean…”
“One hundred percent agree. It was,” I muttered, my eyes remaining closed.
Scarlet chuckled, a beautiful noise. “Are you okay?”
“Nope. Ye ruined me, ye know that?”
“Good. Because you ruined me for all other men the first time I saw you.”
I loved it when she said things like that. It gave me a place in her heart and in her world. It made my years of messing around seem like a waiting zone. Practice for when she and I got it together.
Between us, my dick softened, and Scarlet squirmed. “We’re going to ruin this rug if we’re not careful.”
Shite, she was right.
Only my boxers kept us from making a hell of a mess. I leapt up, holding her to me, and ran for the downstairs bathroom. In the shower stall—the only fitted unit so far in the room—I hit the button for the power, and freezing water sprayed out at us.
“Argh!” Scar yelped, trying to twist away.
“Ye need to be made of harder stuff if ye are going to survive winter in the Highlands.” I backed her in farther, kicking my soggy shorts off and shuddering though the water temperature had risen a few degrees.
“Oh yeah?” She took a mouthful of water and squirted it in my face. “Is that an offer?”
I stilled, droplets running down my face. She gazed at me in return, her blue-eyed gaze serious now, and the water plastering her hair to her head, darkening it.
Though the shower ran hot, a shiver took us both.
“It is,” I said. “I want ye here all the time.”
This was way ahead of schedule. I’d planned to show her how much fun it was to live on the estate, reminding her of how we’d played as teens. She’d grown and turned businesswoman since then, yet she was still the same wilful lass I’d fallen head over heels for.
I couldn’t hold myself together a second more. “I love ye,” I pressed my damp forehead to hers. “I’ve loved ye for the longest time. Nearly a decade. Before I even knew what love was. One minute I saw ye and the next I crashed and burned. I’ve wanted ye ever since.”
“Oh!” She gasped.
“I need ye to know because I’ll do anything to keep ye. Change as much as I can to fit ye. But I come with a life now. A child. That’s daunting as fuck for me, let alone anyone else. I can’t and won’t change how I feel.”
Scarlet hugged me tight. “I love you, too,” she whispered, just audible over the roar of the water. “From the same moment. I thought it was a crush, but it never went away. In fact, every year, it grew stronger.”