16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Steph
I t’s late and the bed next to me is empty. The sky outside is inky black as I tiptoe, naked, through the upstairs hallway. Our clothes are still strewn all over the floor, from the living room, to the kitchen. But as I find my phone and confirm that it is, in fact, the middle of the night, I can hear Malcolm’s voice in his office. He’s on a call, standing in the middle of his office, stark naked. I lick my lips as I approach, his back is to me. He has no idea that I’m here until he turns around and sees me. A flash in his eyes tells me that he’s happy to see me. I can tell that he’s talking to one of his brothers, based on his quiet demeanor, plus the fact that it’s three o’clock in the morning, and who else would he be talking to at this ungodly hour.
I’m tempted to wrap my arms around him, but as my eyes scan down to his cock, I’m suddenly inclined to try something else. Hands on my nipples, I observe him watching me. Or, rather, his cock, as it slowly awakens. Fingers finding their way to my wetness, I touch myself as he remains entertained. “I’ve got to go, Ethan. I’ll talk to you in a couple of hours.” He says finally, once the chatter on the other end of the call ends.
Malcolm’s beautiful cock stands at half-mast as he ends the call, and I approach him. He says nothing to me, but his eyes are dancing, as I lower myself to my knees, desperate to taste his cock. The head is soft and plump, and so perfect, as I stuff it into my mouth, listening to his soft grunt. It sets my pulse thundering through my veins as I suck him deeply, pumping the shaft with my hand. “God...lassssss.” He whistles through his teeth, indicating a job well done already.
His cock is so perfect. How could any lass walk away from it? The shaft is long, pink, perfectly lined with healthy, bulging veins. The head is sweet and suckable, and he’s got enough girth to keep any lass happy, plus he makes all those delicious noises as I suck him happily. He hisses, grunts, talks through gritted teeth, and sounds so fucking sexy I could die, as I push the head all the way to the back of my throat, keeping Malcolm on his toes. I can hear his breathing get choppy and his pelvis starts to move in time with me, and that’s when he pulls away, lifting me by the waist, setting my ass on his desk, and thrusts into me, holding my legs up, hitting me deep.
I’m so shocked by the sudden change of pace that I cry out loud.
“That’s right, lass...feel it.” He practically growls, testosterone at its finest.
“Fuck me hard, Malcolm.” I tell him, feeling starved for him.
His balls slap against my ass, as he drives into me at lightning speed. Thank God the mahogany desk is well planted on the glossy floor. Despite his vigor, that sucker isn’t moving an inch.
“I’ll fuck you into next week if you want me to, lass.” He grunts through gritted teeth. I love this primal, aggressive side of him. There is nothing worse than a sissy in the sack.
He lifts my legs up to his shoulders and reaches to my clit with his fingers as he looks in my eyes. “Come with me, lass. I want you to come all over my dick and take me with you.”
Just his words are enough, but his fingers and his cock drive me right over, and I do as I’m told, coming hard with him inside, watching his eyes roll back into the sockets, feeling his seed flush into me, wetting me, making my orgasm so fucking intense, my legs shake. I don’t even realize that my fingers are dug into his back until I feel them aching as I come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
His lips find mine while he’s still breathless. “You are allowed to interrupt any conversation in this office, any time you want, so long as you’re naked.” He says through kisses, just about igniting me all over again. His kisses are lethal. Whether it’s pre or post sex. His tongue is long and soft, and he knows exactly how to use it.
“I told you I wouldn’t need any clothes, lad.”
He chuckles sexily, lifting me off the desk, carrying me back upstairs effortlessly, and with his cock still in me. He pulls out when we get back into bed. “So, what did Ethan want at this hour?” I ask him.
“Oh, I called him. I told him about the change in plans for tomorrow. Err...well...today, now that it’s after midnight.”
“And?”
“He was impressed. But he agrees with me in that we shouldn’t tell Dougall about any of this. Fat chance he’s ever going to find out.” He kisses me tenderly on the mouth. “Sleep, lass. It’s late.”
Then he snuggles into me, pulling the covers over us. I sleep like a stone until I’m awakened by a strange but delicious sensation, as the sun is just peeking in through the curtains. I feel Malcolm’s hair against my thighs and his mouth sucking my folds. “Good morning.” I say to him, stretching, as his tongue teases my awakening clit.
“Morning.” He says against my skin, and then he French kisses me there, making me cry out, however raspy, as my voice box isn’t as awake as my clit is. His hands reach up to my nipples, and he gently pinches them, bringing me another level of pleasure. Back arched, I open my legs fully to him, feeling my wetness already dripping down my ass, as he licks and sucks me, bringing me to the edge fast. So fast, I white-knuckle the sheets in record time, and as I think he’s going to stop, he doesn’t, instead, he licks faster, queuing another orgasm.
When I’m crying out loud a second time, he shoves two fingers inside, pushing against my inner wall, spurring on a third orgasm. I feel like my heart is going to explode, and as my body vibrates, smoldering from such early morning activity, Malcolm rises, thrusts into me hard, riding on the coattails of my orgasm, and fucks me fast and vigorously, breaking yet another record with a shocking fourth orgasm in a row. This time, he comes with me, shooting his thick, hot semen inside me, finding his own release. “So, you think that you’re thoroughly fucked for today, lass?” He asks me breathlessly, still moving inside me.
I nod, panting. “I am most definitely.”
“It’s the least I could do. I figured I owed you some head after the episode in my office.”
“Reciprocation. It’s a thing.” I say, combing my fingers through his hair. The look on his face is so hot yet so innocent. A sexy combination on him. He kisses my lips so tenderly, rubbing his nose on mine in between, and the gesture is so intimate, so delicate, it almost makes a lump form in my throat. Then he looks at me, cupping my face in his hands, like he wants to say something, like something is on the tip of his tongue. “What is it, Malcolm?” I ask, almost concerned.
He licks his lips. “I just...I’m sure hundreds of men have already told you this.”
A ‘v’ forms between my brows, but my expression is still soft. “Told me what?”
“You’re...you’re just...so...beautiful.” He bites his lip. “Like...stop traffic beautiful.”
I smile. “Well, Malcolm. I’m sure that no other woman has ever told you this, but you’re stop traffic beautiful, too.”
He snorts and lowers his head to my chest, as if suddenly bashful. “You don’t mean that in a faggy way, do you?” He says as he pulls out of me, but remains on top.
I playfully lift his head, so his eyes are on mine. “No, I mean in a drop-dead sexy way, Malcolm. That dick of yours alone is so beautiful I can’t stand it.”
There’s that sexy chuckle of his again, as he lies on top of me, sharing just enough weight to make the sharing delicious, not heavy. “I think I’ve underestimated you, lass. Here I thought that the bane of your existence would be to pad a man’s ego.”
“Those that don’t need padding, yes. But you, you’re not an egomaniac. There was once a time when I thought that you were, but that time has passed. You’re just a sexy, beautiful man that I can’t seem to get enough of.”
“Aye, and I you, lass.” He says and then kisses me. His gaze leaves mine for a moment as he looks towards the window. “As much as I'd love nothing but to stay in bed and fuck you all day, there’s work to be done.”
I touch his nose with my finger. “You just be sure and let me know what happens with that cunt and we’ll be just fine. You’ll be rewarded.”
“As will you, lass.” He murmurs against my lips. “You will take your licks.”
I lift a brow. “I believe I’ve already taken them just now.”
Malcolm
There’s a new bounce in my step as I walk into the Harris Investments building this morning. But I try to focus on the fact that I got laid several times by a beautiful woman, and not fixate on the possibility that Clare’s strife may be old news as of this afternoon. I’ve learned the hard way not to count my chickens. Steph did something sneaky and it could pay off in the end, but all good intentions do not always pan out. This fortune teller could have taken her for a ride for all we know. They’re not exactly known for their trustworthiness in that business, not that I can attest personally.
But I let myself believe just a little, only because the woman behind it is incredibly shrewd and smart, much more so than the wench that once stomped on my heart. She may think that she is, but with Stephanie, Clare has met her match. By a landslide. It’s one thing to work for your da’s company, but it’s another thing entirely to run your very own and build it from the ground up. Stephanie even has me beat, and it doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m so fucking proud of her. That woman is the bomb. And in a few hours' time, she’s about to prove to me just how much of the fucking bomb she really is.
And just as I’m feeling my oats, as the witching hour approaches, and I’m getting up the nerve to meet with Clare and Angus Mackenzie, my Uncle Dougall walks into the boardroom, where I’ve arranged a meeting setup, and he takes a seat. “What can I do for you, Uncle?” I ask, praying to God that he’s just checking up on me, or that maybe he’s decided to take that fucking Farley Watson off my roster, but no, it’s nothing quite so comforting.
“Well, I’ve got some time to spare, lad. Thought I’d sit in on this meeting.” He answers, smiling too sweetly. He’s enjoying this way too much. He wants to roast me. To see me burn.
“I’ve got it covered, Uncle. There’s no need. I didn’t even ask Declan or Rush to sit in with me.”
He sits, fingers interlaced on his chest, as though he never heard me. And that’s when the front desk buzzes that our guests have arrived. But when Uncle Dougall and I rise to meet them at the boardroom door, only Clare appears. “Sorry. My da isn’t joining us until later.” She explains apologetically.
Oh shit.
This isn’t good.
Nothing can be signed without Angus Mackenzie.
Dougall’s face doesn’t waver. He serves a healthy handshake to her and takes a seat, saying nothing. He’s here to rub it in. To make me nervous. To watch me sweat. And he’s loving it. Especially since this is no longer in the bag. Now, I’ve got to dance. And Uncle Dougall just loves to watch people dance. “Please, have a seat.” I offer. “Can I get you some coffee or tea?”
“No, I just had one, but thanks.” Clare says, as she sits. “Da will be coming shortly. He’s just tying up loose ends on another deal, but I figure that gives me an opportunity to speak frankly, without him.”
Double shit.
She’s pulling out.
She knows that someone sniffed around her and she figures she’ll cut her losses.
Uncle Dougall watches her with an unreadable expression, which is unfounded. Normally, Uncle Dougall’s face is very in yours. And worse, he’s remaining silent. But, based on what I know of my uncle, I’m going to say that he’s patiently waiting for the right moment to pounce. Whether it be on me or on Clare, but I’m guessing the former, since Clare promises to bring in billions for this company.
“Go ahead and be frank, Clare. What’s on your mind?”
She licks her lips and stares down at her fingers, on her lap. “I believe that I owe you an apology.”
My neck cranes, but I take a seat, saying nothing.
“It’s really Rush that I owe an apology to, but I’m just too ashamed.”
I wait, saying nothing, terrified to break the spell.
“I lied, Malcolm. I lied about my relationship with Rush, and I lied about being pregnant.”
I think my stomach just fell out of place. As I live and breathe...
“It was all a hoax to try and get back at you and him for all...everything. I behaved like a child, and my da doesn’t know any of it. I don’t know how I thought I was going to get away with the pregnancy lie, but I figured that once I could scheme this company, and scheme you and Rush, that I wouldn’t have to lie anymore, that I could just say that I miscarried.”
I dare not look over at Dougall. From the corner of my eye, I can see that his arms are folded across his chest, but his expression is still unreadable. He’s either incredibly pissed off that she’s letting me off the hook, or he’s dancing in his boots, because we’re going to win. Win what, I don’t know, but certainly a much better deal than what we faired to get just moments ago.
I decide to stop playing dumb. She knows that I know. And I have one question. “Rush said that he saw the pregnancy test.” I leave it at that. She knows what I’m alluding to.
“I used a fine tip marker.” She admits remorsefully.
Holy fuck. This chick is twisted. Way more than she was when I was with her. Inside, I’m dancing a jig of fucking glee. I figure looking at Dougall is safe, now that she’s laid all her cards out on the table.
Dougall is looking down at her, down his nose. “I have half a mind to tell your da, young lady.”
Her gaze goes to his. I swear to God she looks like she’s getting misty-eyed. “Oh, please don’t, Dougall. I promise you that I’m finished with the lies. There’s...too much at stake.”
“Why the sudden change of heart? Are you an overnight believer in karma?” I ask, feeling brave.
“Oh, someone very close to me warned me to change my ways.” She says, almost as a threat for us to do the same, like Judgment Day is forthcoming.
Dougall has heard enough. It’s almost like he can’t stand to listen any longer. He rises and addresses Clare. “Would you excuse us for a moment?”
“Aye, my da should be here any moment. Would you mind if I use the ladies’ room?”
“Certainly, lass. It’s just down the hall to your right.”
We both watch Clare rise and as soon as she’s out of earshot, Dougall rounds on me. “What did you do!” It’s more of an accusation than a question.
“Nothing, uncle. I swear.”
He begins to pace, walking with his fingers interlaced behind his back. “It’s like the lass has taken leave of her senses.”
Inside, I’m kissing Steph, all over her face, like I’m so happy, I’d do anything for her. I’ve never seen Dougall like this. He’s beside himself. This is a complete left turn for him.
“Aye. But at least now we don’t have to lose sleep over anything.”
“You’ve got her eating out of your fucking hands, lad.” He says, almost scathing, like he’d be happier if I was sweating. I could break out into song right now.
“And her da’s on the way, uncle. The ball is in our court.”
“Aye. I suppose you’re right.”
Oh my God! Can I get that in writing??? Inside my head these words are coming out as shrieks. God, I love Steph. I love her. What a woman! I can’t believe she pulled it off!
I’m feeling so brave. “If they sign, can I get Farley off my roster? Have I earned it yet?”
He sidesteps my question, coming completely from left field. “Just who was behind all this, hm? I know that she didn’t just pull this apology and confession out of her ass. Did you grow a brain and do something about this lass, Malcolm?”
I am never one to take credit where credit isn’t due. “Let’s just say that it’s female jealousy coming into play here.”
He’s impressed. “Stephanie?”
“Aye.” I nod.
“That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve done in a long time, lad.” He says, even though his tone is clipped.
“I couldn’t agree with you more, sir.”
He swallows, takes two paces towards the door, turns to me and says. “I’ll give Farley to your brother, Rush.”
I smile. “That’s wise, sir.”
“It seems that he needs to learn a lesson or two.”
“Aye.” I nod, fist pumping myself on the inside.
As I watch Dougall walk away, leaving me the floor, I nod, satisfied.
...and I’ve never been surer of one thing my entire life...
...I just have to tell her.