Chapter 7 #3
“And I know that if anyone’s planned an attack on your family home, that you’re not safe, even here. Even with me.”
A shadow crosses her features and she looks at me curiously. Sizing me up, I’m guessing. Wondering what it is exactly that I’m doing here with her. Does she fear me?
I wrap my arm around her and pull her over to me, telling her what I’ve been dying to say, telling her what I hope she wants to hear as well.
“I’ll protect you, lass. I’ll ensure that no one hurts you. Can you trust me?”
No. No, don’t trust me.
“Aye, of course,” she whispers. “Aye, Mac, I can.”
It’s exactly what I want, and yet why does it make me feel like crap?
“Good. Then I’m taking you back to the mountains.”
She doesn’t respond at first, then finally nods, smiling at me. “Aye. Yes, let’s do that. I’d like that. And bloody hell, how I’ve been yearning to see the Highlands. I’ve never been.”
I give her a quick squeeze.
“Excellent. Let’s go.”
“Mac?”
“Aye?”
“Do you have a bodyguard yourself? I mean, if you’re a member of the Cowen Clan…”
“Of course.”
“Are they with you tonight?”
“Not tonight, but I take them with me when I need to.”
“Right. Well, I’m texting mine now.” She narrates her texts aloud, so I can hear what she’s saying.
Bryn: There’s been a bit of a wrinkle. Seems it isn’t safe to go home. I told my father I was safe with you, so as far as everybody's concerned, that's where you are. I'll be home in the morning. Don't go back to the house until they tell you.
“Fair enough. Let’s go.”
The mood between us has changed, as we get into the car.
There's no more of the eager anticipation that there was earlier in the night, or the sexy energy that crackled and burned like embers.
Now there's more of a pregnant anticipation, a curiosity about what will happen next. It's my job to put her at ease.
"We've got a bit of a drive ahead of us. You’ve never driven up into the Highlands?"
She shakes her head. “I haven’t, but I’ve always wanted to.”
“It’s unfortunate it isn’t daytime. The view when it isn’t cloudy’s gorgeous.”
“I bet,” she says with a sigh. “Take me some time?”
“Absolutely.”
We drive in silence for a moment, her hand in mine as we navigate our way out of the city and toward the road that heads north, out of Inverness and to our private lodge in the mountains.
“There’s only one thing you ought to know, Bryn.”
“What’s that?”
“No one’s allowed to see our location. I’ll have to blindfold you when we get closer.”
She blinks, then grins. “And the plot gets kinkier and kinkier…”
I chuckle at that. “Think I ought to take advantage of you when you’re blindfolded?”
She grins. “I think I could get into that.”
She isn’t nervous, then, or suspecting I had anything to do with this.
Even though I had everything to do with this.
“I’ll remember that.” I give her knee a little pat, as if to remind her of the spanking she got earlier. She parts her legs.
“Naughty little girl, aren’t you?” I spread her legs even wider. “Are you wet between the legs, darlin’?”
She groans as I swipe my thumb along her inner thighs.
“These sweet thighs of yours, fucking hell…”
“Mac,” she says, her voice choked with emotion or arousal or both.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“You’re… oh, God, you turn me on so easily. Everything about you. Your voice, your hands, the words you say, even that throaty chuckle of yours.” She shakes her head and moves her hips to press herself up more firmly against my fingers and groans. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
I haven’t given voice to these thoughts either, but I have to admit… I feel the same.
“Aye, lass,” I say, stroking my finger along the edge of her panties. “I feel the very same.”
Wordlessly, I follow her cues, increasing the tempo of my strokes while I focus on the road.
“I have to drive, Bryn. You follow my instructions.”
I remove my hand and grip the wheel as we go up a steep incline that takes us home.
“Close your eyes and stroke yourself. Pretend it’s me.”
She spreads her legs and her fingers immediately go to her sex. I could crash the fucking car, she’s that sexy, her jaw dropping as she finds her sweet spot.
“That’s it, darlin’. That’s a girl. Stroke that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me, love, imagine that’s my tongue between your legs.”
“Oh, God.” Her head lolls to the side and her shoulders droop, but her fingers move faster and faster.
“Yes,” she moans. “Fucking yes, I’m so wet. So ready to come again. Just the thought of you… of me…”
“Be quiet, now.” I’m taking control. I need to remind her that I'm the one in charge. I'm the one that calls the shots. That's the way I like it, and the way she does too. "No more talking, lass.”
She nods and continues to stroke, her breathing growing faster and faster.
“That’s a girl, keep it up. Finger that sweet cunt of yours. I want you dying to have my cock again, slick and ready, do you understand me?”
I grip her thigh as we go up the steep incline.
“Aye. Yes, sir,” she whispers, stroking harder and faster again and again, until she throws her head back.
“Ask for permission,” I grate out. “Don’t you fucking dare to come without permission.”
The heat between us ignites.
I’m no virgin, but I’ve never been with a woman like her. I love the way she leans into this, all of this, the way she comes with abandon and begs for my lead, the way my dominance turns her on and leaves her panting for more. There are so many things I could do with her. So many fucking things.
A part of me’s grateful for this, because we’ll use how much we’re into each other as a source of distraction. For both of us. I’ll distract her so she doesn’t suspect my real purpose, my real motive. I’ll distract me so I don’t fail in my duty to my family.
“Now keep your eyes closed, lass,” I say, just as she’s on the verge of coming. Here’s where we go from the road to the secret passage that brings me to my family’s home. If I keep her on the cusp of coming, she’ll be completely deterred from spying.
I grab her wrist and pinch it, holding it in my tight grip to stop her from climaxing.
“May I, Mac? Oh my God, please may I come?” She squirms on the seat beside me, her eyes tightly closed, as I navigate beneath a canopy of branches that cover the road. I gentle my voice so it’s deep and soothing, a verbal caress I hope she feels straight to her core.
“Soon, darlin’. Hold that thought. Hold your breath. Think of my tongue between your legs.” I squeeze her thigh and press my thumb toward her pussy. She whimpers and squirms, and when I pull through the final turn that takes us to the road to the lodge, I finally grant her permission.
“Spread them.” I give her thigh a sharp swat that makes her gasp as she opens her legs wide. I stroke my fingers over her knickers, then move the damp fabric aside. “Now, love. Come.”
Her hands brace herself, one hand on either side of her, and she clenches against my finger and comes. Her voice is a strangled scream, and her body convulses in pleasure as she comes so hard she’s shaking.
My cock throbs in my trousers at the sound of her climaxing. I stroke her clit and finger her folds until she sighs, gently moving my hand to the side. She curls her leg up beside me and nestles her head on my shoulder.
“My God, Mac. You’ll make a sex addict out of me.”
I chuckle. “And that would most definitely be one of my life’s greatest accomplishments. I love that you love sex.”
She wraps her fingers around my biceps and gives me a little squeeze. "I didn't know I was a sex addict before you. Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Know you were a sex addict?”
Her question makes me laugh out loud. “Honey, I’ve known I was a sex addict since I was about fourteen years old.”
“Oh, God,” she groans, her shoulders shaking with laughter beside me. “You men are all the same.”
I shrug. “Can’t help it. How else will the world’s population continue, hmm? We need sex-craved men and women susceptible to seduction.”
“Aww, I love it when you get all sexist-philosopher on me.” The clouds break through, moonlight streaming onto the path ahead of us. “Either a little fairy just fell from the heavens, or we’re about to be attacked by a werewolf,” she murmurs. “I can’t quite remember the correct legend.”
“I think you’re confusing legends there.”
“Dear God, only in Scotland are wee bairns rocked in the cradle to the tales of the Loch Ness, eh?”
“Oh, aye. Grows hair on the chest, it does.”
“I’m quite happy with a hairless chest.”
Why the hell is the Aitkens girl such a fucking catch? She’s easy to talk to and fun to listen to, not only sexy as hell but clever to boot. My job would be easier if I had to seduce an ice queen. I’d even settle for someone dull. But this woman…
How could someone raised by that monster be so fetching?
It isn’t bloody fair.
“Aw, Mac,” she says, her voice dropping as my family’s lodge looms ahead of us. “Tell me we aren’t going there?”
I look at her curiously. “Why do you want me to tell you that?”
Her eyes shine with admiration, bright and vivid, her lips parted, as she shakes her head.
“Because I’m afraid you’ll never get me to leave.”