Chapter 27 Mac
MAC
In search of privacy, I’d chosen this particular restaurant for my first date with Arro because it was a good twenty-five minutes north of Dornoch—and also because it was her favorite.
We brought her here on her last birthday, before I ballsed everything up between us.
And she’d mentioned that night she wished she had more excuses to come here.
To be honest, I was more of a burger-and-steak kind of man. Not playing into any stereotype—it’s just the truth. But Arro loved seafood, and this place offered the best menu in the area.
“You didn’t have to bring me here, Mackennon,” Arro said under her breath. I held out a chair for her at a small table by the window. “It’s too much.”
“Hush,” I admonished with a smile and took the seat across from her.
We were so close, our feet touched. I imagined her gorgeous legs beneath the table easily enough since she’d worn a tight skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, showcasing said amazing legs and cupping her magnificent arse.
Her short-sleeved silk blouse in a striking pale blue matched her eyes.
“And this table.” She widened her eyes at me comically before looking out at the sea. It was still daylight, but the sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon, its colors streaming across the water toward us. “How did you get this table? It’s one of the best in the restaurant.”
“Do you think Lachlan’s the only one with some pull?” I teased.
Arro shook her head, smiling. “Apparently not.” Her amusement died slowly, and I understood when she said, “You really didn’t have to make a gesture like this. I would’ve been happy with a bag of fish and chips on the beach.”
And that was one of the reasons I loved her. “I know. But I didn’t want our first official date to be a bag of fish and chips on the beach.”
She took a deep breath, her hand fluttering near her chest. “Whoa, when you said that, it still feels so surreal. We’re on a date. Me and you. After all this time. It’s hard to compute. I spent all day with butterflies in my belly.”
Tenderness filled me. “I’ve been nervous too.”
“Really?” She seemed pleased by that.
“Absolutely. You matter, Arro.”
Last night as Dave drove us to our respective homes, I asked Arro to go out with me the following night. I didn’t want to waste any time. Thankfully, she’d said yes.
I was glad we didn’t wait. I would’ve been an impatient mess until the date.
“I didn’t think you got nervous about anything. Well, other than Robyn.”
“The two most important relationships of my life.”
“Ours? Our relationship?”
How could she not know that by now?
“Even over Lachlan?”
Ah, now I understood. Leaning across the table, I told her firmly, “Your brother is family to me, always will be, but going forward, you will always come first, Arro. Always.”
Emotion brightened her eyes, and she nodded.
“May I get you anything to drink before you order, Mr. Galbraith?” The server appeared at the table, breaking the moment.
Conversation eased between us over the course of the meal, and we talked about our usual, everyday stuff as we ate and watched the sea grow steadily choppier.
I told Arro about Robyn and how she’d been rooting for us for months. This surprised and pleased her, and I felt stupid for not realizing that, of course, Arro might be a wee bit concerned about my daughter’s response to us.
“How do you think the village will react?” Arro asked a few hours later as I held her hand and led her across the restaurant’s small car park to my SUV.
“I couldn’t care less,” I replied bluntly.
“No, me neither,” she assured me. “But you saw how they were in Flora’s when they thought something was going on between us.”
Holding the passenger door open, my gaze dropped to her legs as she hopped in and smoothed down the short skirt that stretched across her thighs.
Heat coursed south as I imagined those legs wrapped around me.
“I don’t care about their reaction, Arrochar,” I murmured thickly, studying her body, lingering on the silk where it clung to her breasts before meeting her eyes.
Her cheeks flushed, expression bright with arousal.
“It would take an army to hold me back now.”
Her lips parted, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned into the car and kissed her. It was meant to be soft, reassuring, but as soon as she opened her mouth, I took her like a starving man.
She tasted sweet from her dessert.
I pulled back but stayed close, my nose almost touching hers. I could see every striation in her eyes as she held my gaze. “Let’s promise to keep this about you and me. No outside interference.”
Arro nodded. Voice a little hoarse, she said, “I promise.”
Blood rushed in my ears as we stepped into Arro’s house.
Because I knew what I wanted. What I needed. And I didn’t want to waste any time in my pursuit of it. That had been the longest drive of my life. Every time Arro shifted in her seat, my attention moved with a will of its own to her thighs.
Arrochar Adair had done something I hadn’t known was possible anymore. She’d turned me into a horny fucking teenager. I was a man reborn.
“I’ll make coffee,” Arro said as soon as the door locked behind us.
No, I wanted to say. I just want you.
But she’d already kicked off her heels and strolled through the living room to the kitchen. I followed her in, my gaze on her perfect arse in that skirt that had fascinated me from the moment she got in my car.
My trousers tightened as all the blood in my body rushed to my dick.
“I was thinking we could go for a coastal drive next weekend. It’s been ages since I’ve been around the NC500,” she called from the kitchen.
I’d take her anywhere. I walked into the kitchen. “Aye, sounds like a plan.”
She kept her back to me as she moved about, filling her coffee machine with water before placing it back on its holder.
“We could stop by Morag’s and grab stuff for a picnic, maybe find a nice spot to have lunch.”
“Absolutely,” I murmured.
“And I was thinking—oh.” She startled, turning her head to look up at me as I cradled her hips in my hands and pressed her into the counter. Her eyes flared as she felt my arousal digging into her arse. “Oh.” This time she said it so breathy, I grew impossibly harder.
Cupping her jaw in my hand, I tilted her head so I could kiss her. Hard. Deep. Until she panted into my mouth with excitement. Grinding into her arse, I groaned at the feel of her undulating against me.
“Mac …” She broke the kiss for air, her chest heaving.
Still holding her hip, I smoothed my other hand up her stomach, over the silk of her shirt, and I cupped one of her gorgeous tits. Feeling her, caressing her, learning her.
“Mackennon.” Arro arched her back, resting her head on my upper chest.
“You make me feel like a boy again,” I murmured in her ear. “I’m walking around with a constant hard-on for you. It’s ridiculous.”
She smiled, a sultry tilting of her lips, utterly smug. “Well …” She slipped her hand behind her to push between us, rubbing over my cock. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
I kissed her voraciously, needing her taste on my tongue as I took both her hands and placed her palms flat on the kitchen counter. I released her mouth to order, “Keep them there.”
She nodded, chest heaving with anticipation.
Reaching for the hem of that tight skirt, I smoothed it upward until it bunched around her waist. I stepped back slightly to take in the sight of her lace-covered arse.
Her perfect, tight, round arse. I caressed her, her breathing loud and shallow.
Squeezing her, I leaned back in to murmur in her ear, “One day, you might let me fuck that glorious arse of yours.”
Arro moaned at the thought.
Duly noted.
Raging hot, hard as a steel pike, I peeled her knickers down and stopped them at her knees, enjoying the visual far too much. Then I gently caressed between her thighs, finding her clit. She was slick with arousal.
Fuck, that was satisfying. Understatement.
“Oh.” Arro bowed against the counter as I circled her clit, pressing hard, rolling my thumb. “Oh, Mac, oh, oh, God …” Her nails curled into the counter as she stiffened against me and then cried out in climax.
I released her as she sagged but only to unzip and push my trousers and underwear to my ankles. I quickly sheathed a condom I’d carried in my wallet.
Gripping her hip, I pushed her feet apart, stretching her knickers … and I thrust into her.
“Argh!” Arro arched her back as her tight, wet heat squeezed around me.
“Fuck.” I stilled a minute, already about to blow. “Look at me.”
Arro tilted her head upward, her lids low with lust. I kissed her, tongue tangling with hers as I caressed her tit, teasing her nipple between my finger and thumb, all the while throbbing inside her tight channel. Her inner muscles squeezed around me, and I grunted as sensation seized me.
I could wait no more.
I broke the kiss and fucked her as I’d fantasized about doing for far too long.
Gripping her hips in my hands, I yanked her ass toward me and pumped in and out, my balls drawing up with each drive into her.
“Arro!” I panted, my grip almost bruising as I watched my dick move inside her. “You feel incredible.”
“Harder,” she begged, gripping the counter. “Mackennon, harder.”
Her wish was my command.
I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, gritting my teeth against the desperate need to come.
“Arro, come, darlin’,” I demanded. “Come for me.” I released her hips to reach over her and hold her hands down as I kept thrusting. “It’s me and you, Arro,” I growled impatiently in her ear. “Together. Like we’ve always wanted. Come on my cock, darlin’. Come around me hard.”
And just like that, she stiffened against my firm hold and cried out as she throbbed around me in the tightest fucking euphoric tugs. So hard, my vision went white as I flooded the condom with the hardest release of my goddamn life.
My whole body hummed.