SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (103 page)

I could feel that he was close, but I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. I pulled free and ran from the room, slamming the door shut and running to my own. I closed it and turned the lock, only to hear his footsteps in the hallway and him pounding on the door.

Chapter four

I don’t know what came over me and I stayed by my bed on the floor with my hands wrapped around my knees. I was still naked and vulnerable, but at least the door was secured. He was not going to get in, unless he wanted to use extreme force.

I think I finally fell asleep and I bolted straight up at the sound of the clanging of pots and pans. I knew that he was in the kitchen, so it seemed like it was safe to open the door. He had definitely gotten under my skin and I had to prove to myself that I could stand in the same room and not fall on my knees in servitude.

I put on a robe, not bothering to put on anything else, because I didn’t want him to think that I couldn’t control myself. I walked down the hallway, feeling that my knees were knocking together. I looked at them, but they didn’t seem to be moving. It was just my perception of how I was feeling at the time.

“Nina, you look absolutely famished. Sit down and I will fetch you a plate.” I couldn’t get over the way that he was reacting. He was bending over backwards to please me and I had no idea why. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to come on that strong, but I guess I got caught up in the moment. I would really like a second chance, but only if you feel that I have something to offer.” I could see what was going on. He thought that he had done something wrong and was now are trying to backpedal and make it up to me. “I saw a few recipes that you had on top of the fridge. I decided to make my version of eggs Benedict.” He opened my chair and it appeared that the tables were turned.

“I hope that you made the hollandaise sauce from scratch.” He nodded his head and I placed my fork into the egg and the mixture of hollandaise sauce. I put it to my mouth and I had to admit that it was pretty damn good. “I think next time; you should beat the eggs a little bit more firmly.” I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling him that it was the best thing that I had ever had in my mouth, not including himself.

“I’ll try to do better. Unfortunately, I do have to get to a meeting and I may not be back, until later tonight. I really don’t want to leave you like this, but I have no choice.” I was smiling inside, showing no emotion on the outside to indicate that he was getting through to me. I wanted to keep him guessing and having him at my beck and call was something that I found pleasing.

When he rushed out of here, he took off on his motorcycle. I stood there at the window peeking through the curtains and wondering how I was going to use this new turn of events.

All through the day, I began to come up with a plan of attack. This was going to be my coup de grace. I don’t think that there was going to be anything that he could do to stop himself from wanting me. I had supper and then I relaxed by the roaring fire. I’d gone out earlier and had found a faux bearskin rug. I lay there on top of that fur, touching myself and priming myself for the moment that he stepped through the door.

Candles were lit and the room was this nice glow of ambience that called attention to the woman that was naked and kneeling on her elbows with her ass perched in the air. I had my hands under my chin and the door handle moved and he walked in. He dropped his helmet and the bag that he had in his hand. I heard the glass shattering, as he made his way into the living room, while taking off his leather jacket and pulling that black sweater over his head. I motioned with my eyes that I wanted to see all of him.

“Whatever you want, Nina.” He took off his black boots, his socks came next and then he hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down in one quick motion. His cock slapped forward against his stomach, leaving behind proof of his excitement at seeing me in this position. I put my finger up in the air and I hooked it in such a way that it was calling him to me like a moth to a flame.

“I think I want the same thing that you gave me last night, Daniel. You know exactly what I’m talking about, but I want it in a way that will make me feel like a woman. I don’t want you to treat me like some kind of object. I still want you to be rough and manly, but in an entirely different way. If you can do that, then we can have whatever this is between us. Remember, I’m the one that can stop this at any time.” I had that power in my hand, but I didn’t want to use it.

He came to me and pulled my hair, so that I was looking up at him and at the hot piece of pipe between his legs. He moved to within a hair’s breadth of my mouth. He touched my lips with his knob and I let him slide effortlessly into my mouth. He held his stance, still holding my hair and pulling it just a little bit tighter to make me want to suck him off.

“I knew that you were a woman after my own heart, Nina. You professed, but I could tell that you wanted me to use you. I guess you just needed a little bit more convincing.” I had half of his sausage in my mouth and I wasn’t going to give up, until I had all of him. It didn’t take, as much as I thought it would. I guess I was overexcited and I had played with myself the entire day, without actually finding my own orgasm. I had played hide and seek with it and it was time for him to find it and coax it out into the open.

His cock was bigger than I remembered it, but I think it was just a trick of the candlelight that was telling a different story.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I saw the slick surface and knew that it came from my hot mouth. I was the one that did that to him. “You look absolutely delicious, Daniel. I do believe that I’m hungry for more.” I put my hands behind my back, not bothering to want to touch him in any way. I was perfectly content with moving my head up and down in his lap, while at the same time he was fucking my face with his ass cheeks flexing in and out with his effort.

“I want to make you happy, Nina. I don’t think that you’re going to be happy, unless of course you allow me to fuck you.” He was asking permission, but not asking for permission at the same time. He wrenched his cock out of my mouth, making this obscene popping sound, which was followed by him getting in behind. My perched ass was ready to receive him.

I reached for his leather jacket and I stood on my knees and put it on over my shoulders. I felt like such a bad ass. I was back on my knees with his cock pressing forward. He did not go slowly and he gave me that injection with one fast thrust that took the very breath out of my mouth. I gasped and I think that he loved it a little bit too much. His shaft was rubbing up against the walls and all I had to do was concentrate and I was able to see it in my mind’s eye.

My eyes suddenly opened and I let out a high pitched squeal that probably would have only been heard by passing dogs. It was deafening and that first orgasm was one for the record books. I had been playing a dangerous game and it was. It would’ve been, so easy for him to turn this to his own advantage. Instead, he was doing everything that I had asked without even any complaints to speak of.

While I was still going through that first climax, he pulled free. I didn’t know why he did that, until those very words told me everything that I needed to know and more. “Nina, I just love how your hole flexes open and closed. I had to see that for myself, but now I have to feel it.” He buried himself again, setting ablaze the fire that was already burning out of control.

“God damn it…you’re driving me out of my freaking skull. I don’t know if I’m coming or going.” He pulled back slowly and then drove it deep. He continued to do that for some time. It was meant to excite me and turn me into a sex wanton woman. He was well on his way to getting his wish, but he should be careful what he wishes for.

This time, I was overcome with emotions. I was the one that twisted around, still having him inside me and then I wrapped in my legs around his waist. I could feel the heat of the fire bathing my skin and looked up into his eyes to see a man that was willing to lose himself in the moment.

I had no delusions that he would stay for the duration. He had already said that this was temporary. I didn’t mind that this was only going to be primarily a summer romance. It would last for a couple of months and then he would set his sights on a different investment. He might come back and he might not. I was only concerned with the here and now.

“I think that you can do better. Put your back into it, Daniel.” His face showed determination and then he really started to put the screws to me. His hips were making contact with my own and that very wet slapping sound was a good indication that were soon going to find that sweet release together.

He did something that would’ve made any woman swoon at his feet. He began to stand. I thought that there would be no way that he would be able to support my weight, but he was more than up to the task at hand. He had his hands underneath me and I think that he wanted to give me something to think about. He bounced me up and down and I could tell that the strain of standing up with me attached to him was getting to him. He was breathing heavy and I could see a sheen of sweat on his skin from not only the exertion of what he was doing, but also from the fire that was raging in the fireplace.

“Is this what you want from me, Nina? I have no problem showing you what I’m made of. I think that you’ve given me more than enough incentive to give you what you truly want.” I was pretty much a broken and used doll, but I tried and succeeded to work him with those muscles that he had come to know and love. “You’re being a very dirty girl. It’s not fair that you can do that and I can’t.” he was smiling the entire time that he was talking to me, which told me that he wasn’t, as cross with me, as I thought he was. “Don’t do something, unless you expect a reaction from me.” I was suspended in midair, holding onto his shoulders and letting him fuck me with a desperation to get off.

“I think it’s time.” I pulled him in for a kiss and I felt his moan reverberate along my tongue. I thought for sure that he would fall to his knees, but he showed me that he was a true man of strength and character. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen. It didn’t matter if all of his muscles were exercised to excess. I felt him go off and once he was finished, he lay me back down on that fur rug and snuggled up behind me.

I could feel the wetness of the combination of both of our juices sliding down my thigh. I didn’t even bother to wipe it up. I was content in his arms and I had no reason to change the outcome. It started off soft and sweet, but it had turned suddenly back to what he had done the other night. It was the perfect compromise and one that I was willing to repeat over and over again.

He was going to be gone for two months and I would wait for him.

Getting a roommate turned out to be the best thing that I could possibly do. Not only did I find a man that could show me a part of myself that I didn’t know existed, but I also was able to translate that into my professional life. We had found each other and the kind of love that could only happen in one lifetime. If only we could live in the someplace for more than a few days.

THE END

The Renegade Angel’s Mail Order Husband

Chapter 1

"What do you mean my grandfathers will stated that I had to be married to collect my inheritance? He never told me about this." Mercy couldn't believe it. "I've been doing all the work since I was knee high."

Mercy Hamilton stood in front of her lawyer Tom Pinken, with the parchment clutched into her hand.

She was glaring at him in frustration.

Mercy resisted the urge to stomp her feet, knowing that giving in to childlike reactions wouldn't help her situation right now.

Her grandfather had died last month; she'd lived with him her entire life.

Mercy's parents had died in a carriage accident when she was a small child, and he'd raised her. She couldn't understand why he would have put that clause into his will. She had no desire to marry.  She liked to be her own independent woman and having a husband could put a kink in that.

Her husband might want to take over and control the business her grandfather had built from the ground up. She'd been running it by her grandfather's side since she had to stop wearing breeches and wear dresses and corsets in public around other people.

He had bred and raised thoroughbreds; she had done most of the training and riding since she was small enough to ride them. She loved her horses and she wouldn't allow a man to tell her she couldn't ride.

It was the only time she got to wear pants when she was on the back of a horse, she wouldn't give that freedom up for anything.

Her horses were the only thing that mattered to her. The stable her grandfather had built had produced many champions, and her horses were highly sought after.

Tom cleared his throat. "Perhaps because a woman trying to run a business is unheard of, and he knew you'd need the support and figurehead of a man to continue the success he saw while he was alive. Everyone knows you've done most of the work the last few years, but you are a woman."

Mercy was aptly named; she had a temper that suited her redheaded personality, and a tongue of a shrew. She was a tiny package of claws and teeth and no filter. Very few people could be around her for long, because she always spoke her mind, no matter how offensive it would be.

"Men are so stupid. Men all need to be beaten upside the head with a riding crop until some sense has been knocked into them. A woman can run a business just as well as a man can." Mercy said as her fists clenched into a ball.