Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Mac
I’m battling within myself so hard, it’s a wonder she doesn’t see right through me.
I know what my plan is with her. I know why I brought her here. Then why the fuck am I bringing her up to the main house, just so she can meet Mum and my sisters? I know exactly where I am, and I know I'm a bloody idiot, because I feel myself softening.
I brought her here to keep her safe, knowing full well the irony is that she isn’t at all safe from me.
Then why, when she woke in the middle of the night shaking, clearly in a panic, could I not help but hold her? Why does it matter to me so much to see her sleeping peacefully again, like a wee bairn, the worries of the world erased from her features, breathing softly beside me?
And why now, when I see panic written on her features, do I feel the need to soothe her worry and show her everything’s just fine?
Last night was fucking brilliant, and I won’t forget that.
I liked waking up beside her, and if I have my way, I’ll find myself inside her again, and fuck that worry right off her face.
I shouldn’t be worried about easing her concern or making her feel safe. I should be seducing her so she falls for me before I get the revenge I’ve planned.
But isn't part of the art of seduction making her fall in love with me? And isn’t it important for a woman to feel safe, to really trust a bloke, before she can fall in love?
So I pull out all the stops. I give her everything I can think of, just to make sure she’s mine.
My conscience haunts me, though.
How close to the art of seduction is real love?
Do people sometimes feign feelings, only to find they’ve actually fallen?
How close am I getting to that edge?
“I wish I had my clothes,” she says, biting her lip with a doleful look at the small pile of clothes Cairstina gave her.
“Sweet lassie, you’d look lovely if you wore a burlap sack.”
And I fucking mean it. She flushes prettily, her cheeks turning pink.
“You flatter a girl too easily, Mac Cowen,” she says, but I can tell by the way she ducks her head she’s pleased.
“Too easily, is it?” I ask her. We’re in the bedroom after cleaning up the breakfast dishes, picking out our clothes, and the sight of her standing there wearing nothing but my tee’s got me all kinds of aroused.
“Aye,” she says. “The words fall right off your lips, all sweet and seductive-like.”
I can’t help but reach for her, turning her around to face me. I cage her in easily with my arms around her, holding her to me.
“Sweet and seductive-like?” I whisper in her ear. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“Ayyyye,” she groans, and I swear I can feel her almost melting right into me. She closes her eyes when I bring one of my hands down the length of her body to cup her perfect, pert arse.
“What is it, then, darlin’? You want me to be an arse?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says with a little gasp when I squeeze her arse harder.
“No?”
“Jesus,” she mumbles. “I just mean. Oh, for the love of God…” she’s groaning, leaning into me, and she finally pleads in a throaty whisper, “Let me… thank you for bringing me here last night and giving me a place to stay…”
“Thank me?”
My cock hardens, pressing into her, while her hands roam down my body, and before I know what’s happening, she’s managed to steer me toward the bed. I sit, and she kneels in front of me.
“Aye,” she says in a throaty whisper. “Thank you.”
She’s eying me hungrily, and within seconds, I know exactly what it is she wants to do, and Jesus God there’s no way I’ll be able to tell her no.
Bracing her hands on my legs, she bends her mouth to where my boxers are tented and kisses the very tip of my cock.
Fuuuccck.
My cock bobs, hardening, and she licks her lips and swallows. Eager for this. She looks up to me with those gorgeous, deep brown eyes, the utter picture of submissive perfection.
“May I?” she whispers.
She knows, then, that I crave this, that there’s nothing sexier in the fucking world to me than having a woman as strong and powerful as her on her knees before me, begging to please me.
“Aye,” I say in a guttural whisper, my body taut with anticipation. I fist her hair between my fingers and give it a good yank. “I want that mouth on my cock, darlin’. Show me what a good girl y’are, hmm?”
She moans when I give her hair a sharp tug and drag her mouth to my cock. She fumbles with my boxers, pushing them down my hips, and my cock springs free.
She licks her lips as if she hasn’t eaten in a week and I’ve just laid out a tray of delicacies for her. Holding my gaze, she licks a vein on my shaft with the very tip of her tongue. I tug her hair tighter, and her mouth parts.
I groan as I plunge my length into her mouth, and her lips close around my erection.
Her tongue works magic as she suckles, one of her hands cupping my balls, the other kneading my thigh.
Back and forth, her head bobs, dragging along my cock with every perfect stroke of her tongue.
Back and forth, I yank her head, fucking that gorgeous mouth of hers until her eyes water.
I can’t think beyond the next stroke of her tongue, my cock throbbing between her lips, as she moans around me. She releases me, only to draw a line down the side of my cock with the tip of her tongue, then back to the very top where she eagerly sucks a drop of precum.
Her eyes come back to me, half-lidded with arousal. She’s moving more eagerly now, moving right along with me as I fuck her mouth. I’m getting closer and closer to coming.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Fucking stroke that pussy while you suck me off.”
Her hand moves off my thigh and she reaches between her legs, faltering at sucking me for half a second when she finds her own slick folds.
She groans and her hips jerk, then she’s back at my cock, sucking harder and faster while I pump into her mouth.
My balls tighten and I’m going to come, but I make myself wait.
I want her coming when I shoot my load. I reach for her nipples and tug them hard, and she whimpers and groans, her hand moving faster between her legs, never once letting up on sucking my cock.
“Get up on this bed,” I growl, with a sharp tug of her hair. “Get up here, now.”
She scrambles to her feet. I fall back against the pillows, laying down and lifting her up.
“Ride my face,” I order with a sharp slap to her arse. “I want that pussy on my tongue when I come.”
“Oh God,” she whispers, but she quickly scrambles to obey, her knees on either side of my head as she straddles my face. Seconds later, her mouth is back at my cock while I lap at her sweet, bare pussy. I suckle and tease while she sucks my cock, so ready to come.
I slap her arse, hard, the sound echoing in the room, and I can feel her tighten, the moan she makes around my cock making me lose my fucking mind.
Her hips jerk, and she starts to climax, just as I come in her mouth.
She suckles and swallows, her pussy spasming while I eat her out and groan my own release.
She swallows the last drop of my climax, then collapses beside me.
“Oh God,” she moans, “Oh my fucking God.”
She starts to giggle, then reverses herself and rolls over to me, snuggling her head up on my chest like she needs to be close, like she needs to be held. I wrap my arms around her and tug her tighter to my chest.
“Jesus, baby, that was the best fuckin’ blow job of my life.”
She grins bashfully. “My friends said that… what you just did there… was weird and not hot.” She laughs. “Wow, were they wrong about that.”
I give her a teasing swat and kiss the top of her head. “Not sure who your friends are, but I don’t knock weird. I mean, I have other plans for you, you know…”
She laughs out loud.
“Aye? Like what? Our entire sexual journey began with rooftop sex in front of a fire, does it really get better?”
“Oh aye, baby,” I say with a nod. “With the way you crave submitting to me? The way you love it when I’m rough with you? It gets way fucking better.”
She makes a sound that can only be described as a squeal. I chuckle, holding her tight.
“Not sure why I needed you to hold me after that,” she says, that little furrow between her brow rising when she’s all serious and a bit perplexed.
I shrug. “Sex brings people closer together,” I tell her simply. “I mean, it ought to, anyway.”
And isn’t that my fucking problem? I’m not supposed to be getting closer to her. I’m not supposed to crave her, to want more of her.
I can’t fucking stay detached, not when she’s got her head on my chest and her knee hitched up and her arms holding me tightly like she never wants to let me go.
“Aye,” she says with a sober whisper. “It ought to.”
“You’re a bloody fucking distraction,” I say with mock anger. I shake my head and smack her arse.
“And another thing!” she says adorably.
“No ‘another thing,’ we’re getting out of this bloody bed.”
“Why,” she says, looking up at me curiously and completely ignoring my instruction, “is it so hot when you spank me?”
I growl at her. “I don’t know the answer to that question, but I’m not sure you’d find it very hot if I gave you a real spanking.
So I suggest you get yourself out of this bed like I told you, before you find yourself over my knee and my palm across your arse again, and not in a way that ends with you riding my face and climaxing, young lady. ”
I look at her sternly, but she only giggles.
“Something I said funny? Because we can definitely delay our plans if someone’s in need of discipline—”
She scrambles out of bed, covering her little arse, but she’s giggling like a love-crazed lunatic.
“These clothes will do fine,” she says, picking up Cairstina’s borrowed clothing.
“Aye, love,” I tell her, getting up out of bed beside her. “They absolutely will. You’re a fuckin’ stunner, I tell you, and I’d kick the arse of anyone who said otherwise.”
“You get a lot done by simply kickin’ arse, don’t you?”
I grin. “Of course. It’s very what you might call, efficient. Especially for a guy my size.”