Wicked in a Kilt (Hot Scots Book 2)

by Anna Durand

  The movement had roused Misty, who gave a loud, high-pitched yawn and rolled onto her belly, her front paws on Aidan's chest. Her tail thumped on the bed, which awakened her sister. Mandy sat up and wagged her tail. Aidan held onto me as both puppies sprang up and hopped around on the bed making excited little growling and snuffing noises, storming over me and Aidan to slaver all over any exposed body part they could reach.

  I squealed when Misty jammed her wet doggie nose into my ear and Mandy laid a sloppy kiss smack on my lips. Spluttering, I tried to push the puppies away.

  Aidan surged out of bed and hooked an arm around first one puppy, then the other. With one under each arm, he marched out of the room. I heard the dog door flap-flap-flap. A moment later, as I swung my legs over the bed's edge, Aidan strode back into the room and shut the door.

  His erection waved in front of his belly.

  The memory of last night, of his body covering mine and his swollen shaft buried deep inside me, had me growing more aroused by the second.

  Instead of pouncing on me for another bout of ravishing sex, he strolled to where his clothes lay heaped on the floor and picked up his jeans.

  "Hey!" I complained. "You can't get dressed yet."

  Fighting to repress a smile, he paused with the jeans dangling from his hand. "Can't I?"

  "No." I crossed my arms over my breasts, my own skin raking across my hardening nipples. But I had feigned indignation to uphold. "I was expecting a night of hot, sweaty sex."

  He swung the jeans from one strong finger. "We had hot, sweaty sex."

  "Only once. You were supposed to have your way with me all night like a proper, wicked sex fiend. I got cheated."

  Aidan tossed the jeans aside and lunged to his knees before me, one large hand on each of my knees. With a look of mock shame, he said, "Please forgive me, my darling Calli. How could I have been so remiss in my seducer duties?"

  I couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled out of me and I let my arms fall, my hands coming to rest on my thighs. "All joking aside, I was hoping for more than once."

  "Didn't want to hurt you." The humor vacated his face and he studied me with real concern. "This was your first time. Are you sore?"

  "I'm fine."

  He gave me a dubious look. "I, ah… took you rather hard."

  "Think I'm lying?"

  "No…"

  I clasped one of his hands in each of mine and guided them up the insides of my thighs. "Why don't you test me?"

  Spreading my legs, I moved his hands to my hips and scooted forward until my behind rested on the edge of the bed. Might as well have worn a flashing neon sign that said, "Do me now, you big, stubborn Scot."

  Aidan's gaze dropped to my sex. He sucked in a breath through his nostrils. His eyes drifted partway closed, his lips forming a smile of pure pleasure.

  "Bod an Donais," he hissed, nailing his gaze to mine. "You smell like sin and I want to feast on you."

  "Go right ahead."

  His focus wandered back down to the hairs between my legs and the slick flesh beneath. His tongue poked out between his lips as his famished gaze devoured me. "Love to, but Lachlan's ringing me in half an hour to talk about Jamie."

  "We have time," I said, doing my damnedest to sound sultry and irresistible. "Aidan, I need you inside me. Fucking me like a demon."

  He stared at me, wide-eyed. Not shock, I could tell that much. More lustful, delighted surprise.

  "Ahmno a demon," he said, as he rose up before me, his erection in my face. "But I can fuck ye like a man who hasnae had a woman in centuries. Will that do?"

  "Yes-yes-yes."

  He crawled onto the bed, moving behind me on all fours. Sliding his legs around me on either side, he nestled his groin against my behind and his hard cock against my back. When his hands lighted on my thighs, I leaned back into him. He planted his feet on the floor and eased one hand between my thighs. The second his fingers delved between my wet folds, I moaned.

  "Thought you wanted to feast on me," I said, as my head lolled against his shoulder.

  "Another time." He petted my folds, his touch delicate and maddeningly arousing. "Do ye trust me?"

  "Completely." And I did, bizarre as it sounded given how short a time we'd known each other. Maybe I should've worried about what that implied about my feelings toward him, but his touch stripped away all my capacity for thought.

  His fingers toyed with my flesh, sliding around my outer folds and into the inner lips of my sex. He stroked slowly up and down, denying me the bliss of his fingers on my clit, where I needed him the most. He sank one finger inside me, then another, pushing them as deep as possible. The heel of his hand covered my mound but he wriggled it until his rough, bare palm pressed into my clitoris.

  "Aidan," I moaned.

  "Shh," he whispered into my ear. "Let me take care of everything."

  In the most merciless, languid motions, he rubbed his hand into my hardened nub while his fingers withdrew and plunged inside again and again. I grasped his thighs, writhing mindlessly against him, rolling my hips into his palm and his thrusting fingers. The climax swept over me in sweet, lazy waves, scorching and overwhelming but with an underlying tenderness. I whimpered with each pulse of delicious pleasure, still thrusting against his palm even when he slid his fingers out.

  Aidan leaned around me to retrieve a condom from the drawer. He pulled away from my backside a little and I heard the ripping of foil. A few seconds later, he grasped my hips and hoisted me up and onto his lap, impaling me on his shaft.

  "Oh," I gasped, surprised by the sudden fullness of his cock buried to the hilt.

  He barred one arm over my belly and pitched backward, supported on his other arm. Before I could question his plans, he started thrusting in easy strokes that escalated into a pounding rhythm as he punched into me, inflaming every nerve inside my sex, inside my entire body. My nipples ached, harder than they'd ever been before, and I sensed an orgasm building with fiery intensity. He pounded with so much force my ass bounced up off his cock, and when I slammed back down, his balls slapped into my ass. Each punishing thrust set off another round of wet slapping as our bodies converged, separated, converged again. Our fevered cries echoed around us and the musky scent of sex engulfed us.

  I came with an erratic scream, my body still bouncing up and down his cock.

  Aidan thrust once more, letting out a hoarse bellow as his own release overtook him. Then he fell backward onto the bed, taking me with him, his softening shaft wedged inside me.

  The sound of puppies barking at last penetrated the fog of our sexual fervor.

  "Better see what's going on out there," I said between heaving breaths as I climbed off Aidan.

  He groaned, sprawled on the bed.

  I grinned at him. "That's okay, you stay there."

  "Thanks." He gave me lopsided smile. "Still feeling cheated?"

  "Not in the least."

  Chapter Eighteen

  I emerged from the bathroom after taking a shower and noted the sound of puppies barking outside and human voices in the living room. Voices, plural. Yawning and stretching, I sat up and listened to the two distinct voices, but I couldn't make out the words. Sounded like two men talking. Had Aidan invited someone into the house without asking me?

  Hurrying down the hallway in my socked feet, I stopped at the edge of the living room. Aidan slouched into the sofa, his mouth twisted into a half frown, his gaze aimed at the empty space in the general direction of the windows overlooking the backyard. I spotted puppy-shaped blurs racing back and forth across the lawn, slaloming around the cedar trees.

  "Don't be stubborn, Aidan," said a slightly tinny voice originating from nowhere, as far as I could tell. The stranger had the same sexy brogue as Aidan and their voices sounded somewhat alike, but I would never have confused the two. One of his brothers, maybe?

  Aidan pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, glancing down at his lap. "I do not want your money."

 
Tiptoeing forward, I crept up behind the sofa but halted six feet from Aidan's head when the other voice piped up again.

  "You're skint," the other man said, "and we can help. There's no shame in letting your family lend a hand."

  "It's not a hand," Aidan groused. "It's charity."

  Skulking a teensy bit closer, I raised onto my toes and peeked over Aidan's shoulder. He sat with one ankle lodged on the opposite knee, his phone balanced on the tilted knee. The voice of the other man emerged from the phone's speaker.

  "Erica worries about you," the other man said, "and she won't give up until I convince you to take the bloody money."

  "Cannae say no to your wife, Lachie?" Aidan shook his head, a teasing lilt in his voice.

  "I know what you're doing, Aidan. Calling me Lachie to fash me, hoping I'll give up. But you know how Erica is when she sets her mind to something."

  "Aye, I know," Aidan sighed. "But I've got my pride. No money, Lachlan."

  Some kind of noise in the background of the call made Lachlan MacTaggart grunt. "Erica says to tell you you're a pigheaded goof and when you're home she's going to — I'm not saying that, love."

  The last bit had clearly been aimed at his wife.

  "What are you not going to do, Lachie?" Aidan asked, sounding immensely amused.

  Lachlan groaned out a sigh. "She says she'll whoop your stubborn erse until it shines bright red like Rudolph's reindeer nose."

  "Och," Aidan said, chuckling, "I'm terrified. Never coming home now."

  He turned his head the tiniest bit, arching one brow — at me.

  Busted.

  I moved forward, bending down to rest my forearms on the sofa's back at either side of Aidan's head. He slipped a hand over one of mine, caressing my palm with his fingertips.

  "You have to help me," Lachlan said, "to keep my wife satisfied. At least let us arrange a better car and hotel for you, and just a wee bit of cash to — "

  "No." Aidan slapped his free hand on his thigh, but the irritation left his face swiftly, replaced by a faint smirk. "It's not my fault if you can't satisfy your wife."

  "Aidan." The elder MacTaggart adopted a stern tone that wasn't quite convincing.

  "Do I need to spell the word for you? N-O."

  The conversation was clearly spinning in circles, with neither brother willing to concede an iota. Lachlan sounded tense and frustrated, but Aidan looked it. His shoulders had hunched a little, his mouth flattened into a line, and the fingers of the hand on his thigh crooked, clawing at the denim of his jeans.

  I experienced a powerful urge to ease his tension and I had idea of how to accomplish it.

  Leaning in, I trailed my fingers down his throat and whispered in his ear. "Let's make out."

  He fidgeted, casting me a sideways glance.

  The other MacTaggart kept talking. "Say yes, Aidan, or I'll tell our mother to call you."

  I took Aidan's earlobe in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. He hissed in a breath. I laid my palms over his collarbone and slid them down his chest toward his waistband. "Want to kiss me?"

  He swiveled his head toward me, our lips grazing each other. "Aye."

  "Thank heavens," Lachlan said, with great relief in his voice. "I'll take care of everything right away."

  "What?" Aidan's head snapped to the front again, his eyes went wide. He snatched the phone from his knee. "No-no-no, I wasnae talking to you, Lachlan."

  "Who were you talking to?"

  Aidan's gaze darted to me and he shook his head with mock chastisement. "I'm with a saucy wench who's trying to seduce me."

  "Wench?" Lachlan said with amusement. "Have you become a pirate?"

  "Go ravish your wife, Lachlan." Aidan disconnected the call and tossed his phone on the table. He twisted around to grab me by the waist and haul me onto his lap, where I landed sideways. Cupping my face in one hand, he drew me closer. "Now, about your offer to make out."

  "Still open."

  "Good." He moved his hand to my nape, tipping my head back. "You tricked me into taking my brother's handout, which means you owe me."

  "I wasn't trying to trick you. Just wanted a kiss."

  "Mm." He brushed his mouth over mine and his lips vibrated my flesh when he spoke again. "You're wanting more than a kiss, aren't you?"

  "Yes." Before I could close my mouth, he possessed it with his own, thrusting his tongue inside for a deep, wet, ravenous kiss. "Thought you were talking to Lachlan about your sister."

  "We talked about her." He dragged his tongue up my throat while his hand closed around my breast, my shirt no protection from his touch. "Are you sure you want my sister staying here?"

  "If the alternative is you going back to Chicago, yes." I worked a hand down between our bodies to rub his hardening penis through his jeans. "I want you here. Both in the sense of you staying in this house and in the sense of you taking me right here, right now."

  "Let's wait a bit for that. I'll feel better when I'm sure you're not too sore."

  "If that's what you really want." I clambered off his lap to sit beside him. "Sorry I inadvertently helped your brother get his way."

  "Doesn't matter." Aidan let his head fall back on the sofa, his hands loose at his sides. "Lachlan would've gotten his way eventually."

  "I can relate. Gavin is always positive he knows best when it comes to my life."

  "Lachlan's the same." Aidan laid an arm across my shoulders and I cuddled into him. "My family thinks I'm incapable of taking care of myself."

  "Your brother said you're skint. Are you unemployed?"

  "I like to say I'm between opportunities." He almost smiled, but it faded away. "Told you I had a construction company, but the business dried up and now it's gone. I'm bankrupt. My bank accounts are almost empty."

  Twisting my head around to look at him, I said, "Aidan, I'm so sorry."

  "Doesnae matter."

  I rested a hand on his chest, over his heart. "Um, I hope you won't take this wrong way…"

  "Just say it." He let his hand fall over my shoulder. "Ahmno sensitive."

  "Yes, I've noticed that." I hesitated, but then plowed ahead. "I'm wondering why you're on the hunt for a wife, with the intention of starting a family, when you're bankrupt and unemployed. If you're looking for a rich woman who'll support you, I have to tell you I'm as poor as you are."

  He stiffened but kept his hand on my shoulder. "I am not looking for a rich woman. And I didnae plan anything. Acted on impulse is what I did." He clenched his jaw, averting his eyes. "Begged Lachlan for a loan to finance my trip to America but I wouldnae take more than I needed and I insisted on staying in Erica's house in Chicago instead of a posh hotel. Had to give in a little, since Lachlan refused to help me at all unless I flew here in his jet. But I will pay him back for every penny I owe him."

  I cringed inwardly. "And I made sure you owe him even more, thanks to you accidentally agreeing to let him do more for you."

  Aidan pulled me in closer, sheltered under his arm. "I told you, Lachlan usually gets his way in the end. Being the oldest, he thinks it's his right and duty to stick his nose in the lives of every one of his brothers and sisters. And he's right, more often than not."

  "He's not one of those greedy people who won't help out their relatives."

  "Definitely not. He loves spending money on us. You should've seen how much he spent getting Erica cleared of embezzling charges after her former lover set her up. Lachlan is the most generous person you'll ever meet — except for Rory. They're tied for the title."

  I rested my chin on his shoulder. "You love your brothers, don't you?"

  "Of course I do. Love all my brothers and sisters." He kissed my forehead and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "I hope one day you'll tell me what's going on with you, why you're hiding in the woods."

  "It's a very long, very tedious story."

  "Doubt that." He whisked his hand up and down my arm in a comforting gesture, and I laid my head on his chest. He murmured, "Nothing about
you is tedious."

  "You either. But you have to take my word for it that you probably wouldn't like it if you knew everything about me."

  He rested his head against mine, his breaths ruffling my hair. "No judgment from me. Made plenty of mistakes, some worse than others."

  Wouldn't ask for details, though my curiosity prodded me to do exactly that. As long as I refused to confide in him, my curiosity would have to shut up. Changing the subject seemed the most prudent action.

  An idea occurred to me and I said, "Should we take a drive today? I can show you my favorite parts of the scenery."

  "I'll go anywhere with you. Anywhere at all." He placed his palm atop my hand, on my lap, and threaded his fingers through mine. "I'm easy to please."

  Right. All he wanted was me — body, heart, and soul.

  My first rule was shattered. Maintaining the other two suddenly became of the utmost importance, as if the safety of my very soul depended on it. I'd given away a sliver of myself when I agreed to marry Rade and participate in a fraud, violating the law out of guilt over everything he'd done for me. Had he planned it that way? Taking advantage of my grief and desperation to trick me into helping him.

  I couldn't believe that. If I did, then everything I'd thought I knew about the man I married was wrong. And if I could be wrong about a man I'd known for seven years, two of those years before we married, then I couldn't trust my instincts about anyone.

  As I sat there, enveloped by Aidan, I remembered how I'd told him I trusted him. And I began to wonder if I should.

  Chapter Nineteen

  An hour later, we were preparing to climb into my old car when the crunching of tires on gravel drew our attention to the long driveway, where it wound through the deep woods toward the house. The vehicle became visible gradually as it passed through the shadows into the dappled sunlight and, finally, into the full sun. A blond-haired man sat behind the wheel of the red sports car, which he parked alongside my old beater. Aidan's rental was stashed on the opposite side of my car.

  The blond man shut off the car's engine, swung open the door, and hopped out with a big smile on his face. He turned to Aidan, offering his hand. "Mr. MacTaggart?"