She reaches for my jeans and her fingers fumble on the button.
“Fiona,” I groan, the protest weak even to my own ears. “What the hell are you—bloody hell.”
She’s unzipped my trousers and removed my thick, pulsing cock. She eyes me hungrily and fairly licks her lips, which drives me fucking mad. “You don’t have to fuck me, then, Lachlan, though I daresay I’m ready for that. But there are loads of things we can do in the meantime, can’t we?”
“How do you know?” I ask, giving her what I hope is a stern look but failing miserably by the way she laughs. She slides off my lap and kneels in front of me on the floor.
“Because, Lachlan,” she says, holding my gaze. “I’m a woman, not a girl.” And before I can stop her, she runs the tip of her tongue along the head of my cock. If I had any self-control, it’s vanished into the ether. Can’t stop her now if I tried. I brace myself on the loveseat while she kneels in front of me and sucks me fully between her lips.
I’m cursing in guttural Gaelic, unable to stop myself, unable to stop her. Her eyes hold mine, so eager to please, I groan. She takes her mouth off my cock just long enough to give me a sidelong glance.
“And just so you know,” she says. “I’ve never done this before. But I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time. So you could say I’ve… researched. The internet’s a wonderful resource.”
“You’re bloody brilliant,” I tell her hoarsely. “Top of the class,” I groan. “A plus.”
She grins around my cock, cups my bollox in her hands, and rolls them while she suckles. I close my eyes and lose myself to her sweet mouth. I haven’t come in so fucking long I can’t even remember when the occasion was. And though I’m no virgin, I’ve never had a woman suck me off like this.
Like she wants to. Like she’s been granted the most amazing gift she could imagine.
Like I’ve just given her a goddamn lollipop.
“Good girl,” I whisper, running my fingers through her hair. “That’s so fucking good, love.”
She massages my thighs with her hands while she sucks, her head bobbing and her tongue performing fucking magic, until I know I’m going to come.
“Fiona,” I warn her. “I’m going to come, lass. Enough.”
She shakes her head and continues to blow me. I reach for a fistful of her hair and give her a firm tug. “You may be pleasing me, lass, but I’m the one in charge here. Enough.”
She narrows her eyes at me and continues. I feel my climax building, but with effort, I pull away.
Though the image of coming down her throat has me ready to fucking blow, I won’t do that to her. I can’t. I won’t defile her.
Jesus, not yet.
I won’t lie and say I don’t want to.
I take my cock and fist it in one hand while I fist her hair in the other. She slides her hand down between her legs.
“No touching. You’ll be punished for not obeying me. Bad girls don’t get to come.”
Her mouth parts and she’s grinning around a gasp when I come all over her pretty tits, her shoulders, her body. I groan as I come until every drop has marked her.
That would be the right way to bring her into the meeting tonight.
“You stay right there.” I leave her on the loveseat and grab a washcloth. I wipe her off and look at her, her lust-filled eyes on mine in wonder.
“You are in so much fucking trouble.”Chapter 11Fiona
Four years earlier
I arrive home after a night with friends. We went to the cinema and saw a scary movie, which I hate. They terrify me, and I can’t sleep afterward. I suppose when you’ve had your own real-life horrors to face, it isn’t always fun facing fictional ones.
My guard’s a distance behind me, and I’m almost home, when I hear voices and a scuffle. I pause, listening. I hear Tiernan’s voice at first, clear as day, but then I freeze when I hear the second voice. I know that deep, husky tone, tinged with laughter but laced with authority. I can’t distinguish the words that they’re saying, but I know they’re behind the little house.
I forgot Tiernan was home at the weekend. I’ve missed him so, since he’s been sent to St. Albert’s. I know it’s good for him, though. Every time I see him he’s stronger, more confident, and the anger that lines his features ebbs just a bit.
I walk quietly, so they don’t overhear me. I have no idea what they’re doing, but I’d still rather not be seen. I hold my breath as I near the front of the little house. There are bushes to the right but to the left, there’s a little pathway. If my estimation’s correct, they’re behind the greenery that flanks the house. I can creep up and not be seen. Now I can distinguish the words.