Scot Appeal

by Melissa Blue

  “How is your brother?”

  “Finally retired from the SBS. Apparently to annoy me for the rest of his days.”

  Mollified that his life wasn't the only one experiencing upheaval, he smiled. “A bottle of Macallan instead of champagne and we'll have a deal.”

  “Done and done.”

  They ended the call without another word. He tossed his phone on the couch cushion. “Didn't mean to wake you.”

  “You sound pleased. I'll assume the call was good news.” She straddled his lap and cuddled into him.

  Jesus Mary Joseph, his friend was right. The scent of roses could turn him on or make him smile, depended on his mood. Her warmth could melt away any tension. He'd taken her virginity and her pussy curved perfectly to his dick, no matter the position. She was his lass.

  What the fuck was he supposed to do with that?

  His heart raced as his skin felt hot and tight against his bones. “I'm not pleased with you,” he said. “We have unfinished business.”

  She pulled back, a frown pouting her full lips. “What business?”

  “Our video.”

  She pffted. “Not even you could get someone to come to my house this late at night with papers. Not to mention, a notary to make it official.”

  “Double dare me?”

  She laughed. “Triple dog dare you.”

  Good enough for him. He lightly smacked her bare arse. “We should eat, to build up your strength.”

  She gave him a quick peck on the lips and then laughed. “I'm going back to bed.”

  By now she should have known better. He let her go back to sleep, but thirty minutes later he went into her room and roused her. “Ted's here. You should put on pants.”

  She cracked one eye open. “What?”

  “Ted, my temporary notary is here.”

  Ivy yawned. “You woke me up to joke? It's...” She shifted to check the clock. “Almost four in the morning.”

  “He can sign in here if you'd rather stay under the covers.”

  Sleep started to clear from her eyes. “You're serious.” She scrubbed her hands down her face. “ I get it. You were a CEO, but minions? Minions?”

  So...he wouldn't tell her he had had a whole department of them. “He's not cute and yellow. Kind of short though. Bald, too. So are you putting on pants or is he coming in here?”

  She kept muttering “he's got fucking minions” as she dressed. He put a hand to the small of her back and ushered her to the kitchen where Ted waited. Despite what Ivy might think, the man had already been up for an hour when Marcus had phoned.

  For the next five minutes Ivy blushed like a school girl as she read the contract, signed it in triplicate and then put her John Hancock in the notary's book. She flustered more when asked for a blotch of her fingerprint.

  Ted said very little when Marcus went through the same process. Once paid for the side work, Ted made a fast exit.

  Marcus looked to her and she edged her way closer to the living room.

  He said, “If you run, I'm just going to chase you.”

  She stammered, “The very first clause states both parties must agree on the time and place.”

  No surprise she was trying to talk her way out of this. “Aye.” He pulled his mobile out of his pocket.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  “Deleting stuff to make room for the video.”

  “It was a joke.” She'd made it to her threshold between the kitchen and the living room. “A challenge. I wanted to see if you could pull it off.”

  He easily closed the distance she kept trying to put between them. “American sense of humor...I just don't understand it. Now are we doing the video in the living room or your room?”

  He turned his camera on and she bolted. As he'd promised, he chased her. He found her wrapped like a mummy in the bed, her feet sticking out from under the blanket.

  “Oh, no,” he said in a dry tone. “A comforter has waylaid my plans.”

  She giggled. “I'm not coming out until you turn the camera off.”

  Not fucking likely. “How are you going to know if you won't come out of the blanket?”

  She sighed and ripped a corner down. “I don't think I'm ready to be this kinky.”

  He lowered his mobile, amused at her arguments. “Should I remind you what you let me do to you a few hours ago?”

  The blanket went back over her head. He laughed. “Don't you think I'm skittish about this, too?”

  “Why would you be nervous?”

  “I'm a ginger. Everybody always wants to know if the carpet matches the drapes.”

  She snorted but didn't move the comforter.

  “Aye, right. I'll let you stay under there while I record.”

  “I don't believe you.”

  He propped his mobile on the dresser across from the bed. “You didn't ask for the lie, lass, so I'm telling you the truth.”

  Marcus settled at the end of the bed where her feet peeked out from the blanket. He placed a kiss on her arch, then ankle, working his way up her legs and the comforter. He took his time kissing her, undressing her but her breathing already changed to soft, short pants.

  He couldn't help but smile when he reached the apex of her thighs. “I'm suffocating, lass.”

  “You're so full of shit.”

  He wet the tip of his finger and then traced her slit. “You can keep the blanket over your face.”

  “So full of shit,” but she moaned.

  Leaning forward, he sucked a pussy lip into his mouth then pulled back. “Missed what I wanted to taste. Can't see well.”

  Air rushed in when she yanked the comforter off. “Stop teasing me.”

  He shifted to get comfortable between her legs. “You get aggressive when you're horny.”

  She glanced around the room and then covered her face. “I can't believe I'm doing this.”

  And because that would distract her from what he wanted, Marcus pushed her legs back and licked her. “Look at me. Watch what I'm doing to you, love.”

  Ivy drew her gaze to him. He rolled his tongue over her clit and watched her eyes go dark. Did it again to see her lids ride low and her mouth part in a silent moan. He'd never get tired of seeing her wracked with pleasure. Pleasure he gave her. He had to shift to keep his hard cock from stabbing the mattress.

  “The taste of you is intoxicating. Did you know that, lass?”

  She raised her hips up to his mouth, greedy for him. He groaned, closing his eyes and just drank her in. Didn't take long for her to squirm away from his mouth. He pinned her hips to the bed and sucked her clit, tongued her entrance and fucked her with his mouth until she was breathless.

  “Turn around,” he said, his voice gruff. “Kneel for me.”

  She bit her lip, her eyes still hazy. “No.”

  Ivy didn't give him time to protest but kissed him, and tried to push him back on the bed. He resisted. The kiss turned into a smile.

  “I can get you on your back if I really wanted,” she said.

  “I bet you—”

  His breath was knocked out before he could finish the tease. And he was on his back. He shouldn't have been so turned on, but already her hands were urgent and rough as she tore at his clothes. Fuck. He loved it. Loved it more when she showed no hesitation to stroke his cock. She was taking control for the first time. He wanted that so much his balls ached.

  “You're wet, too,” she murmured against his lips.

  “You're going to talk dirty to me now?” Fuck. Don't stop.

  She used the pre-cum to slick her palm and to grip him tight. “Don't you think I could put my mouth to better use?”

  His groan was more like a growl when she kissed his neck and then his chest. “I've corrupted you and I'm not fucking sorry for it.”

  She ran her tongue over his nipple and hummed. “I've wanted to know what you tasted like for days.”

  His blood roared while Ivy continued to whisper all the things she'd imagined doing to
him, placing kisses and bites wherever she wanted. She did kneel for him, just between his legs, her hand closed tight around the base of his shaft.

  She looked up at him, her smile sly. “I don't know if I can fit all of you into my mouth.”

  “Ivy,” he said her name like it was a curse.

  Her breath feathered against the tip of his cock. “Maybe I should wait when there isn't a camera on.”

  For only a moment did he consider picking up a pillow and throwing it at his mobile. “I promise this is just for us. Fuck, for me. You don't know how sexy you are.”

  She stroked him slow and more words fell out. “You don't know how much I need to feel your mouth. You. It's fucking torture, lass.”

  Ivy held his gaze and kissed the wet tip. “Tell me what you want.”

  He had to clench his jaw but a groan still escaped. He was fucking shaking. “Wrap your lips around me.”

  She parted her mouth and took him inside. He hissed. “Suck softly when you pull back.”

  She did it perfectly without hesitation and his head damn near exploded from the wet and tight sensation, from knowing it was Ivy's mouth on him. He wasn't going to ruin this by coming, but he didn't want her to stop.

  “Again. A little tongue. Just...” He groaned, reached down to grab a handful of her hair. “Wait. Fuck.”

  She wet her lips. “I like the way you feel and taste against my tongue.”

  Marcus didn't know what would make him come faster: her mouth on him or the words coming out of it. “Don't stop stroking me. I'm wet enough now you can do it faster.”

  She fought against the hold he had on her hair and gave up trying to stop her. He just laid back and let her take him into her mouth; explore his cock with her tongue and hands.

  Nothing felt better than a soaking wet pussy but this came fucking close. And then she started moaning with every down stroke of her mouth. That was going to be the end of him. He reached down, closing his hand on her nape. Marcus waited until she met his gaze, could see for herself what she was doing to him.

  “Kiss me,” he said, sounding like a desperate man. Fuck, he was. He needed her mouth on his. He just needed her.

  She let his cock go and rose to cup his face. The kiss was deep and slow, exactly what he needed, but fuck he was still so hard. So wet from her mouth. He dropped his hands to her waist, urging her to straddle his lap.

  Ivy reached down between them and held his cock as she sat down. She clenched around him. He slammed her down, up and then again. Her deep moan vibrated through him. The ache in his balls refused to let up so he fucked her harder. She rocked with his rhythm, her back bowed. That image burned into his memory. He'd forever know the curve of her neck as she moaned his name. Sweat dripped down between her breasts, he reached up to wipe it away, to touch her, because being buried deep didn't seem to be enough.

  “Look at me,” he bit out, still trying to fight the inevitable as his spine tingled. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  He closed his hand around her neck. She rested hers over his, her pussy clenching around him tight. Something primal rose inside him, wanting him to spill his seed inside her. He dropped his hands back to her waist and pulled her off his dick. Confusion flickered over her face. He closed his eyes and just tried to breathe.

  “Marcus?”

  He shook his head for a moment just trying to get his bearings. What the fuck was wrong with him? Her hands were gentle along his cheeks. He grabbed her hands and held them against his chest. Her being soft wasn't going to make the primal need for her to be his go away.

  “Marcus?” The worry was clear in her voice.

  He opened his eyes. Her breathing was unsteady but her brows were furrowed in concern. Bonnie. Even now.

  “Lay down beside me,” he told her instead of answering the unspoken question.

  He helped her curl into him, her back against his chest. He pressed his face into her neck.

  “Your camera is still on,” she muttered but didn't move to hide.

  His heart refused to calm so he pulled her into him. “We can turn it off.”

  “Now I know something's wrong. What is it, Marcus?”

  Anything he said would be a lie so he drew circles around her nipples, rocking his cock against her arse until she moaned. “Put your foot on my thigh. I'm going to give you what you want, like this.”

  She didn't move so he did it for her and Ivy didn't protest too much. “Marcus...”

  He slipped inside her and all she could do was moan. Tight like a fist for him already. He moved behind her with the sole intent to make her come. He stroked inside her deep, kneaded her tits and bit her neck—everything he knew that drove her wild. He felt her unravel with each deep thrust. She pulled on his cock, once, twice and a rush of her come soaked him. He reached down between them and flicked his finger over her clit.

  “Again,” he ordered. “I want you mindless.”

  He just wanted her and that made him thrust harder and move his hand faster.

  “Oh, God...so good.”

  “You can just call me Marcus, lass.”

  No doubt she would have had a smart remark but her second orgasm whipped through her. He kept going, holding back his own aching need. Fucking penance for needing her. He knew what kind of man he was. Fucking knew he should have left the moment he'd wanted to make her his. But he wanted her scent to seep into him so he fucked her, not soft at all. His balls drew up. So close.

  “Marcus, please,” she begged.

  He was losing control. She felt too fucking good. “Please, what?” Anything. I'll give you anything.

  “I want you to come for me.”

  He pressed his face into her neck again, but he was too close to stop. His hips jerked back and a forth, deeper into her, her pussy so wet and snug. Aye. So much better than her mouth. Make her mine pounded in his head like his heart beat. He dug his fingers into her hip, heat engulfing his brain, and came inside her.

  Her pussy quickened again and made him shudder. “Jesus, don't move,” he said.

  She laughed and wiggled her arse. “You were trying to kill me first. Fair is fair.”

  He found the spot on her neck that could make her scream when he fucked her and sucked it hard. She replied with something indecipherable and he considered them even.

  But...fuck. He knew she was on birth control. Knew it wasn't a big deal to come inside her without a condom, but that primal need to mark her as his was...He should kiss her and leave. And wasn't that the problem? He was going to need to kiss her before leaving.

  “Marcus?”

  “Aye?”

  “Your phone is still recording.” She rolled over and pressed her face into his chest. He rested his chin on her head. With his free hand he drew circles along her spine. Eventually her breathing deepened.

  “You only agreed to one video,” he told her. “So I'm keeping it on until my battery dies.”

  And he was going to stay until she told him to leave.

  10

  A text came in just as Ivy parked in front of her sister's apartment. There was maybe two good weeks left on spring before she'd have to admit it was summer. Still the sun beat down on the pavement so hard the blacktop had a shimmer of mirage-like waves.

  She put her car in park and a smile formed the moment she saw Marcus's name. Ivy wouldn't say the last two weeks had been nothing but bedded bliss, but it came close. In between meetings and late night phone calls, he was pretty much rebuilding her kitchen with his cousins.

  At first it was only Tristan, but by the second week every other day she had three Scotsmen sweating and cursing at each other while they put up her cabinets and then an island. Testosterone dripped from her walls on the days they had showed up. When neither she nor Marcus was working, they spent time in each other's bed.

  Enough daydreaming though. She clicked open the message and gasped at the picture. She hit send to call him. “You finished!”

  “Aye,” he said and she could
hear the smile in his voice. “Do you like it?”

  “I told you I did the first day you took the old ones down.”

  He chuckled. “Not the same thing. I swept, mopped and wiped everything down. Even put in the new stove. It's good to go. You won't have to use my kitchen anymore.”

  He sounded so put out by the last part, she laughed. “I'll be nice and bring you leftovers when I'm feeling generous.”

  Marcus went quiet for a moment. “You're too good for me, lass.”

  More than once he'd said something similar in that exact tone. She didn't think his father had called again. Though that tended to enrage him. This was...this put a sickening pit in her stomach.

  Ivy closed her eyes and could almost see the stark hollowness in his gaze. “Are you ever going to tell me what's wrong?”

  “I go to work on Monday,” he said. “I know what it's going to be like.”

  “Like what?”

  His laugh was bitter. “I should let you go. You've made it to your sister's?”

  She glanced up at Adeline's door. The lights were on. “Tell me what it's going to be like?”

  “I'll work, eat and sleep. Sometimes I'll just work and eat. We live next door to each other so I might see you.”

  She'd known. Hadn't wanted to say it, but one didn't get to be at the top without sacrifices. And this was his way of letting her down easy. Did it hurt? Hell, yeah, but she wasn't about to sit in her sister's parking lot and cry. Definitely wasn't going to do that while on the phone with him.

  “The wedding I'm here for is tomorrow but when I come home, we'll veg.”

  “You promise to see me Sunday?”

  She sat up a little in the driver's seat. “I thought you didn't believe in words?”

  “I believe you keep yours.”

  Ivy almost stuck her key back into the ignition with the intent to drive an hour to his house. Something was going on and he...was not being his usual blunt self and letting it out. She pressed a hand to the knot forming in her stomach.

  “Marcus?”

  “Aye?”

  Did she want the truth? If she pushed for it, Ivy didn't doubt he'd tell her. From the frayed silence on the other end of the line she knew the words would gut her. She hadn't expected to fall for him. Marcus the CEO and Marcus the handyman were so far from the kind of man she'd imagined stealing her heart. His words were sometimes crude, more often blunt. He'd talked her into having a sex tape. He was easily bribed with food or sex, sometimes both at the same time. If there was a more imperfect man to find on God's green earth, she hadn't met him.