“I want it all. Every last drop… inside me.”
“Fuck!” My cock thickens, and I tremble as my cum shoots out, filling her with every drop I have in my balls. I ride out the pleasure until I have nothing left to give.
I don’t pull out when I’m finished. I want to stay buried inside this woman as long as possible. And keep my semen where it needs to be.
I release her legs and fall on top of her. Exhausted. Sweaty. Empty.
Her arms wrap around my back, and her nails lightly scrape against my skin. We lie that way, saying nothing, until my cock goes completely soft and slides out of her.
I roll off her and lie on my back by her side. “Was I too rough?”
“No. I liked it. It was a nice alternative to making love.”
Happy to hear that. “I enjoy slow and sweet, but sometimes a man just needs to feel like a man and fuck hard.”
“You can fuck me hard anytime you want.”
I had no idea what I was getting when I stole Westlyn. And then I saw her face. I thought she was beautiful, but I still didn’t know what I was getting. Now I’ve made her mine, and I’m only beginning to find out who she is.
An amazing woman. An amazing lover. An amazing wife.
I think she makes falling in love with her very easy.
“Shaw and I haven’t ventured out in Edinburgh much, so we’re not familiar with the restaurants. Would you mind choosing for us, Westlyn?”
“I would love to take you to Duncan’s. It’s The Fellowship drinking hole, but they have a nice choice of pub food.” A wrinkle forms across Arabella’s forehead. “But we can go somewhere else if you’re not comfortable with being around Fellowship members yet.”
“Someone has to make the first move. We’ll have lunch at Duncan’s.” She smiles. “And hope that no one spits in our food.”
There are more patrons than usual at Duncan’s. “Big crowd. They must have some good daily specials.”
We’re forced to sit at a table in the middle of the pub. Not the one I would have chosen, but we’ll take what we can get.
Nessa, one of Leith’s new barmaids, is at our table almost instantly. Nice girl. “Any good specials today?”
“The Scottish tapas are delicious. Pan-seared chicken is a close second. Don’t get the trout. It’s not fresh.”
“Tapas and a pint of Guinness for me.”
I look over at the triad table—Sin, Leith, and Jamie’s special table—and it’s empty. A reminder that Jamie is at the infirmary recovering from endurance. Ellison reassures me that he’s all right and that she’s going to take good care of him, but I still worry.
“Wes…” I instinctively turn when I hear my name, and I nearly choke when I see who it is.
Shite. Shaw is going to think I planned this meeting. No way she won’t. I’m certain she’ll lose all trust in me now.
I get up and Mitch kisses the side of my face. “Surprised to see you here.”
I laugh nervously. “Same here.”
Mitch looks at my lunch guests, waiting for an introduction. All color drains from Shaw’s face, no doubt because she recognizes Mitch from the photos I showed her last night. “Mitch, this is Arabella and Shaw Hendry.”
His eyes go directly to his intended, and he smiles. “Shaw…” He moves toward her and holds out his hand. I sigh with relief when she offers her hand instead of… I don’t know what. Shaw’s behavior has been so unpredictable that she’s capable of just about anything. “This day just got a whole lot better.”
Shaw smiles. “That’s a nice thing to say.”
“Would you care to step outside with me for a moment? I’d love to talk… just the two of us.”
Shaw’s eyes widen, and she nods. “Okay.”
Arabella and I watch Mitch and Shaw walk toward the front door. “I would love to eavesdrop on the conversation those two are about to have. Did you know that Mitch would be here?”
I come here for lunch often, and I’ve never seen him in here at this time of day. “I had no idea.”
“I hope that he says something to bring her to her senses. As much as her father and I have tried, we haven’t been able to make her see reason.”
Shaw’s continued refusal to wed Mitch is going to cause a big problem with The Fellowship. They could stop my marriage and try to take me back. I don’t want that. And Kieran won’t allow it without a fight. If she doesn’t go along with the treaty, there will be a war.
“I thought she was coming around a little last night when she saw the pictures of him.” I could tell that she was liking what she saw.
“She did say that he was handsome, but I don’t think his physical appearance is going to change her mind. She wants to marry for love.”
She looked happy to meet him just now. “She could fall in love with Mitch.”
“And you could fall in love with Kieran.”
“I’m fairly certain that’s already on its way to happening.” I look down to hide my embarrassment. “That’s crazy, right? We’ve known each other for five minutes.”
“Everything about your relationship with Kieran is on high speed. I don’t think it’s crazy at all.” So many factors have sped up this process.
“When did you know that you loved Lennox?” Or does she love him?
“I was infatuated with him very early on. Before we married. But I don’t think I loved him until about halfway through my pregnancy with Kieran.”
“How long before he loved you?”
“It happened much sooner for me than for him, but I think that’s just a man thing. They’re different creatures and don’t feel the depths of emotion the way we do.”
“I’ve been surprised by Kieran’s behavior. I expected him to be coldhearted, and he was right after we met, but he’s different now. He acts as though he’s open to falling in love with me.”
“My son is under your spell.” I think she’s politely saying that he is obsessed with my vagina. And she’s right. He is. “Enchanted or captivated or whatever
you want to call it… it’s not a bad place to be at this early point in your relationship.”
“I like where things are going with us.”
“Kieran likes it too.” Arabella looks over my shoulder. “Here she comes… without Mitch.”
Shaw takes her seat and battles a smile while saying nothing. She’s going to make us ask.
Arabella is on the edge of her seat. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Stop being a shite and tell me what happened between Mitch and you.”
“He’s giving me until Sunday evening to come to him on my own. After that, he’s coming to the compound to claim me. Well… to collect me. And then I guess he means to claim me.”
Wow. That’s not what I was expecting out of mild-mannered Mitch.
“What are you going to do?” Not sure why I ask. I know she isn’t going voluntarily.
“If he wants me, he’ll have to come take me.”
“Will you go willingly?” Arabella sounds so hopeful.
“No way. I’m playing hard to get.”
Arabella lowers her forehead to her palm. “You are hard to get. There’s no playing to it.”
“Well, things are different now that we’ve met and spoken.” Her cheeks redden. “He told me that I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.”
That catches her mum’s attention. “Oh? I’m sure that must have been very flattering to hear from a handsome man.”
“No man has ever said anything like that to me.” She covers her mouth and giggles. “And he couldn’t stop touching me.”
“Touching you?” Where did they go that he was freely having body contact with her?
“Nothing out of line. He reached out and took my hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the top while he told me what he planned to do. It was nice. I liked it.”
Shaw is like me in the respect that she’s never gotten much male attention. I’m sure she is flattered by Mitch’s interest.
Before last night, Mitch was a faceless name. Then he was only a person in photos who she’d never spoken to. This chance encounter changes everything.
“I think it’ll be romantic if Mitch comes and takes me. That’s what Dad did with you. And the same with Kieran and Westlyn, except with more force. Both of those instances worked out.”