Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mac
Not gonna lie, I’ve never felt anything like this before, this connection, her eagerness, the intensity of it all.
Her slick, heated pussy clenches around me with utter perfection as I drag my cock in and nearly out of her, rocking my hips as she moves along with me, milking every stroke of my cock.
I grow harder and harder watching her, punishing her, until I know I can’t take another second of anticipation.
I’ve forgotten why I brought her here, what my ultimate plan is. Who I fucking am.
I know she wants this as badly as I do, the way her eyes go half-lidded and she moans, rocking her hips as she rides me. I thrust in and she moves with me, until I’m so close to coming I’m going to fucking blow. I’ve never met a woman as eager and receptive.
“Jesus, Bryn,” I groan.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, kissing me as I shatter.
I come so hard I feel my entire body convulse with the pleasure that washes over me.
Her head falls back, breaking our kiss, as she moans her own pleasure, coming when I do.
I pull her head back and hold her gaze, as we chase our release together.
I roll her over and finish with her beneath me.
Panting. Flushed. Her eyes a little wide, her mouth gently parted.
Perfect.
“Fuckin’ brilliant,” I say, shaking my head. Her head drops to my shoulder, and her entire beautiful body slumps against mine.
“I know,” she groans. “Oh my God, that was so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. What you did to me…”
I kiss the top of her head and hold her, turning us slightly so the flames from the fire warm us.
“You’re a good lassie,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. I’m still in her, still riding the aftershocks of bliss. She holds onto me like she’s afraid of falling, so I draw her even closer. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Wasn’t it, though?” she says on a whisper.
I can’t help but chuckle, because she’s so cute.
I wasn’t anticipating she’d be like this. It never even dawned on me that I’d be attracted to Aitkens’ daughter.
Attracted? Hell, that doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about her.
“I can’t believe you fucked me outside like this, where anyone in the world could see,” she says with a little smile. Now that she’s coming down from her high, she blinks around us as if just realizing where we are.
“Oh, aye,” I say with a chuckle. “Anyone who’s on their damn rooftops, maybe? Astronauts, perhaps, or someone with nighttime vision? Must alert the military.”
“You never know,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips twitch with amusement. She sighs in contentment. “Oh, that was so good.”
“Mmm, aye, lassie, ’twas.” I hold her to me. I like the feel of her in my arms, the way her breathing slows and syncs with mine. I like the way I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, and the way she smiles.
“Alright, confession time. I’m fucking starving. I seem to recall we have dessert waiting for us. Let’s clean up and go downstairs, aye?”
“Aye,” she says. “Though it is delightful up here.”
“We’ll come back again.”
“Promise?”
There’s a childlike candor to her question as her eyes meet mine that makes me want to give her anything in the world.
Warning, my gut warns.
I can’t fall for the woman. I’ve brought her here for a reason, and my purpose here is vividly clear. If I let myself get all soft and sympathetic, if I let even the slightest inkling of real feeling in, I’ll fuck everything up.
And I will not do that.
When I give my word, I mean it.
And I gave my word I’d defend the honor of my Clan, that I’d seek vengeance for the wrongs committed against us.
I have to move us away from the magical rooftop, before I do something ridiculous like propose.
“Let’s go downstairs. Have a wee midnight snack, hmm?”
I reach for the back of my shirt and yank it off to clean us up.
“Oh, my,” she says, her eyebrows shooting upward. “Can’t believe I just fucked you and didn’t know… you looked like that. Someone’s been bench-pressing, hmmm?”
I grin at her. “Oh, this?” I look down at my chest with mock modesty. “Eh, bloody nothing. Was born with it.”
“You fucking weren’t!”
I grin at her. “I live in the mountains, lassie. I chop wood for sport. We all do.”
She slides her fingers over my naked chest, still sweat-slicked from making love.
“Oh?” she says. “I’ve landed myself a mountain man, have I?”
“Aye, lassie, you have.” I tug a strand of hair. “Is that a fantasy of yours or something?”
“Um, yes? Of course. It’s every woman’s fantasy.” Her voice grows a little husky. “Would you wear a plaid kilt for me?”
“Aye.”
She sighs and bats her eyelashes at me.
Adorable.
I glide her off me and clean us up, then grab our things and lead her to the door.
I know what’s going to happen next, or within the hour. I know because I’ve orchestrated this and set the ball in motion. I know because it’s part of my whole fucking plan.
If I enjoy being with her… actually, truly enjoy Bryn’s presence… how can I go through with what I have to do?
We head to the door, and I open it for her.
“Ladies first.”
Before she goes through, she gives me a smile and that quirky little look that I’ve come to love. “For a kinky bastard, you can be quite the gentleman, you know.”
She walks through the door, and I give her pert arse a good smack.
“Ooh!” She covers her bottom adorably and turns around to look at me.
“Go on, now. That bit about being a gentleman. Care to repeat it?”
She shakes her head and heads downstairs.
“My mum raised us to be gentlemen,” I tell her, and it’s the God’s honest truth. “She’d have hit us upside the head if we’d done anything short of treating women with respect.”
I won’t think about what I still have to do, I won’t.
“I like that,” she says. “I think sometimes boys have more respect for their mums, and it’s nice if their mum’s in a position of being able to positively influence them.”
“Agreed.”
“Was your dad? A good influence?”
I think before I answer the question.
“In some ways, I suspect yeah. He taught me a few things as well.”
How to command respect. How to defend one’s honor. How to shoot to kill.
We’re on the second floor, with the bedrooms and toilets, but I want her on the first floor.
William’s outdone himself. This place is fucking impressive.
There’s a huge drawing room on the first floor, the kitchen, and an open dining area with the fireplace. I've got an excellent chalet of my own near our lodge in the mountains, but hell if I don’t mind this being a second landing place for me.
“Seriously, this is so gorgeous, Mac, I love every inch of this place.” She holds her arms wide open and spins around, taking in every detail like she’s trying to physically touch the majestic splendor of this flat.
I love how enthusiastic she is, how eager to do everything from eating a chocolate-dipped treat to kissing me, to sipping a glass of wine, or talking about the best choices in music.
“Thank you,” I tell her, even though I had almost nothing at all to do with any of this. “I’m partial to it myself.”
“Are you partial to chocolate pudding?” she asks, spinning around to me. “Or is the chocolate torte more your speed?”
“The chocolate cake, darlin’. That’s the type of dessert I’m after.” She shivers, and I grin at her. So fucking beautiful.
“Now sit.” I point to the large sofa. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the desserts and flatware and join you.”
“May I have a drink?” she asks, and though I know she’s not asking permission so much as she’s trying to be polite, I decide I’ll take it that way. I can’t help myself.
I lean against the doorway to the kitchen and give her a sober look. “I’ll think about it.”
I turn and walk to the fridge, waiting for her response, but she doesn’t say anything at first. I remove the box with the treats and take two forks and some napkins with me into the other room where she’s waiting. She’s eyeing the wine with a little pouty frown, her elbows on her knees.
“Is this how we’re playing things now?” she asks.
“Playing?” I say seriously. “I’m not playin’ at anything.”
I place the napkin down beside her and open the box. “Now, which should we sample first?”
She peers into the box, then turns away with a little huff. “On second thought, I’m not hungry. Oooh!” She gasps when I drag her onto my lap and spin her around to face me. Her legs straddle either side of me, her eyes wide and curious.
“What are you doing?”
I take her chin and hold it, lean in, and brush my lips against hers. “Stop pouting."
“I’m not pouting.”
“Lying will get you punished as well.”
She bites her lip and gives me the tiniest smile.
“Is that what you want, Bryn?”
She shakes her head and looks at me demurely from below her lashes. “No, sir.”
My cock stirs, pressing up against her backside.
I tip my finger under her chin. “Do you still want a drink, pretty girl?”
She nods. “Aye.”
“Good. Then I think you’ll earn it, with a bit of a striptease.”
She shakes her head from side to side, but she’s already pushing herself to stand in front of me. “I'll tell you what to start with.”
She freezes, her hands at the edge of the dress. “I may need some help, though. This zipper’s hard to do on my own.”
“I’ll feed you dessert while you’re naked in my lap, and we’ll wash down every bite with champagne. What do you think of that plan, darlin’?”
She bows her head and nods. “Oh, aye. I’d love that.”
“Perfect. Off with the shoes first, then.”
She kicks off the spiky heels, and she's so much shorter without them. It's adorable. She can't be more than five foot, so little I feel like I could pick her up and stick her in my pocket.
“You’re a tiny little thing.”
She shrugs. “Dynamite’s little, too.”
I chuckle. “Aye. Next, the dress, please.”
She nods, takes the hem of the dress, and lifts it up her legs, shimmying as she removes it. She does a bit of a jig as she does this, since the dress is so tight.