by Dana Delamar
Her cheeks colored sweetly, even as her eyes strayed toward the man, a tall, broad-shouldered, kilted specimen of masculine perfection. Okay, he wasn’t quite as sexy as Carter, but he was damn close.
“Come on, now,” I teased. “I’m sure you noticed those thighs when we were trekking up here.” While some members of the group had ridden up on the bus, many of the younger ones had hiked over from the castle we’d visited prior.
“Yes, I noticed. I’m not dead.” She turned back to me, her fingertips tapping her plump lips. I could almost see the cogs turning in her head. “Mmm... I’m not sure how to ask this, but you did bring it up. If it’s too personal”—she pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear—“just say so.”
I stepped close, so my breath feathered her neck, and inhaled her delicious scent, flavored from a half-day of walking around in the crisp Highland air. “What could you ask me that would be more personal than what we did last night?” Given the hitch in her breathing, she had to be remembering what we’d done, how good it’d felt.
“You’ve got a point, Mr. Templeton.”
I closed my eyes. God, I loved her lust-thickened voice. It shot from my ears to my cock, and I began to harden.
While Hamish explained the significance of the alignment of the stones in indicating the extreme positions of the moon during its nineteen-year cycle, I drew Paige away from the others. The outcropping of rocks I’d spotted a dozen yards away would give us some much-needed privacy.
“You didn’t ask me your question,” I said, taking her into my arms from behind as she kept her gaze on her charges.
“Oh.” Her body stiffened, and she waved her hand dismissively. “It was nothing.”
I nibbled the spot behind her earlobe, a spot, I’d discovered, that turned her into jelly. “Ask me. I’ll tell you anything.”
“You said you were bisexual, and we’ve talked about threesomes…” She swallowed.
“Yes…” I prodded gently, pleased, really pleased, with the direction of her thoughts.
“Is Hamish the kind of guy you’d go for, or do you prefer threesomes with two women?”
I observed the Scot from my perch over Paige’s shoulder. He was absolutely the type I went for. Tall, blond, built, patient…
Like Carter.
A surge of longing welled in my chest. Yes, like Carter. But Carter wasn’t here. Paige was, and Hamish was. Not that I had time to seduce the guy. Hell, as far as I knew, Hamish was as straight as an arrow.
None of that mattered though when one was blessed with a writer’s imagination, and when it came to sex, mine was more vivid than most.
Slipping my hands under Paige’s blouse, I began to massage her midriff, working my way up to her chest. “He’s very much my type. Is he yours?”
She caught her lip between her teeth, and her brow wrinkled adorably. “I’m not really sure what my type is. I’m obviously attracted to you, but you don’t look anything like my ex.” Smiling, she brought her lips to mine. “You’re much more handsome than he was.”
“Am I more handsome than our braw guide?”
Laughing at my attempt at a Scottish accent, she glanced over her shoulder at Hamish then back at me. “Honestly, I can’t say. You’re both so different. But…”
I spun her around so her back was to my chest again. “It’s okay to be attracted to both of us.” Teasing her nipples, I pressed my hard cock against her ass.
She moaned and leaned into me, her stance widening.
Slowly, I trailed one hand down her side until I could snake it under the hem of the long, thick skirt she’d worn with the sexiest knee-high leather boots. “Keep your eyes on Hamish. Imagine my hand is his. Imagine that he’s kneeling in front of you. Imagine that it’s him removing your panties.” Lowering myself behind her, I pushed them down her legs and pocketed the small scrap of material.
With my hands on her hips, I nudged her over to a rock that she could lean on. From this angle, she would be able to see the group and, more importantly, see Hamish.
I knelt between her legs and ran my fingers over her smooth skin, pushing the skirt up as I went. She gripped my shoulders. “We should stop.”
“Should we? You really want to stop?”
She looked at me for a moment, then slowly shook her head.
“Have you ever had sex outdoors, Ms. Sutherland?”
Wide-eyed, she shook her head again.
“You are today.” I grinned. “When in Scotland, do like the Scots: flip that kilt.”
And with that I dove between her thighs, letting her skirt fall over my head. In the heat and darkness of my hiding spot, I gripped her ass and pulled her pussy against my mouth. My tongue darted out to flick lightly against her clit. She moaned and clasped my head on either side. Her hips pushed forward, encouragingly.
“Imagine it’s me behind you,” I said. “I’m stroking your ass and rubbing my cock between your beautiful cheeks.” I mimicked the words with my index finger, spreading her juices along her crack. “And between your legs, pleasuring you, is Hamish.” I parted her pussy lips and circled her clit with my tongue.
“Oh God, Carter.” She gripped my head tightly between her hands as though afraid I’d leave. Silly woman.
I slid my pointed tongue into her, probing, teasing, readying her for me. Easing back, I worked a finger, then two, deep inside, hooking them up to caress her G-spot. She cried out, her back arching, impaling herself on my fingers.
“You’re so good at that.” She whimpered and twisted her hips as she chased my mouth. “Oh, I’m…” One hand left my head, to cover her mouth no doubt, and her body convulsed. And like a contented cat, I lapped at her while I continued to pump my fingers into her pussy.
Several long minutes later, she quieted, and all I could hear were her soft pants. I poked my head out from under her skirt. “How was that?” I asked, licking the taste of her off my lips.
She gave an embarrassed chuckle before returning my grin. “Better than I ever imagined.”
I pushed to my feet. “But wait, it gets even better,” I said in the voice of an infomercial host.
The shadows lifted from her eyes, and this time her laughter was full and joyous. Yes. This was how I wanted to see her: free and loving life. Too often she gave the impression of having the weight of the world on her shoulders. I was happy to relieve her of it, if only for a short while.
“What do you have in mind?” She palmed my cock and rubbed her thumb over the mushroom head clearly outlined in my jeans, a pair of Levi’s I felt would go well with my professor persona. No labels, no artful holes.
“Turn around.” I couldn’t wait to fuck her. “Face the group and watch Hamish.”
Her eyes rounded. “Have I shocked you?” I asked.
“Maybe a little.”
“But you’re also excited.” I tweaked a peaked nipple that prodded the thin material of her blouse.
She gasped. “Yes.”
“Bend over, sweetheart.”
“Yes.”
She laid herself over the rock she’d been leaning on. Once again, I flipped her skirt up. I cupped one firm cheek in my hand, caressing it lightly as I undid the buttons on my jeans. My eager cock pushed against the waistband of my trunks, and I sighed in relief when I was finally able to free it from the confines of the tight denim. Those Scots were definitely on to something with the kilts…
Reaching into my back pocket, I got out the condom I’d stashed there earlier that morning and quickly suited up, careful to return the wrapper to my pocket before sidling up to her. I eased my cock between her thighs, bumping the head of it against her clit. “Ready?”
Her body jerked and she groaned. “Yes. I want you inside me.”
I rocked against her a few more times, slicking my cock with her moisture. “And Hamish? Where do you want him?”
“In my mouth.”
Oh, she was a naughty one all right. She might not know what it was to be spit roasted, but she wanted it. “You don’t want
him to pleasure you?” In my experience, given the chance to direct activities, most women generally preferred to have both their partners focused on their pleasure.
“He would be. I’ve recently discovered I love”—she paused and threw me a shy glance over her shoulder—“having a cock in my mouth.”
Holy shit. My dick throbbed with the need to be inside her. Inside this woman who was so ripe for a threesome. I pushed into her, sinking in up to my balls in one sharp thrust that had us both gasping. When I pulled out and did it again, she moaned and pressed backward, as eager for this as I was. Leaning over her, I placed my hand around her throat and slid my thumb between her parted lips. “Suck. Imagine Hamish’s big cock thrusting into your mouth. You’re taking it. All of it.” My voice deepened. “And you’re loving it.”
“Yes, yes.” She closed her lips and twisted her tongue around my thumb. As the suction increased, my legs wobbled.
Fuck! My cock was inside her pussy, pumping in and out, yet I imagined I could also feel her tongue wrapping around the head, teasing that spot under the rim. “Jesus, woman. You’re dangerous.”
Dangerous to my sanity. Dangerous to my plans. Dangerous to my h—
No. I shook my head. This was a fling. Part of my quest to regain my writing mojo. I had Carter waiting for me in Vermont.
Carter.
Shit. I was going to come. My gaze on the Scot, who looked more than a little like Carter, I drilled into Paige. Moving my free hand from her hip to her pussy, I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure.
“Oh.” She wailed around my thumb, her muscles squeezing my cock.
Stars blurred my vision. My balls drew tight and when she came, her walls pulsed around me. I let the climax take me over. My eyes closed, and all I could see was Carter, and all I could feel was Paige.
I fell forward to cradle her against my chest. It felt so good, so right, to hold her like this with my cock slowly softening inside her. Her light laughter piqued my curiosity. “What is it?”
Arching her neck, she looked back at me. Her beautiful face was lit up by a well-satisfied smile, her eyes sparkling with humor and a touch of self-deprecation. “That was amazing. We absolutely have to do it again.”
It was and we would.
“Have I turned you over to the dark side, young padawan?” I asked, landing a peck on her lips that quickly turned into a deep kiss. One that caused my cock to twitch inside her.
When I released her mouth, her eyes were dewy. “I’m afraid I’ll never be pure again.”
“Pure?”
A corner of her lips quirked up. “Every time you’re near, and heck, even when you’re not, my mind fills up with you, with us, with…” She looked away, a bashful expression on her face.
I stepped back, letting myself fall out of her, and smoothed her skirt back into place. After stuffing the condom, wrapped in a hanky, into my jacket pocket, I tucked myself back into my jeans, and caught her chin between my fingers. I stared deep into her eyes. “Never be ashamed of your wants and desires. Sex is beautiful, fun, intense, whatever we need it to be. Our sexuality is meant to be enjoyed, however it presents itself. If your fantasy is to have sex with two men, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“As long as it remains only a fantasy.”
“Why not live it out? As far as fantasies go, this one is pretty harmless.”
“Oh, I couldn’t. I’m a m—” She stopped speaking and tried to turn away, but I held her in place.
“You’re a what?”
“A m-marketing director. I have an image to uphold… for the company.”
“No one need ever know,” I said gently.
“Do you really think we could keep it a secret?”
“People are funny about things like that. Even when presented with the truth of a situation they don’t understand, they deny what’s right before their eyes.”
She ran her hand along my shoulder, gently massaging it. “Are you speaking from personal experience?”
I nodded mutely. The press had salivated over photos of me with Amber and me with Holden, but all they’d said regarding photos of all three of us was that we were caught up in a love triangle of sorts. Reporters had skirted the truth, but never admitted it, despite what I’d written in the books. The movie would change all of that.
“I am. But the day is far too beautiful to talk about dreary stuff like this.” I hooked my arm through hers. “How would you like to head back to the village and find a nice pub where we can get a bite to eat?”
She pressed her lips to my jaw in a tender kiss. “I’d love that, Mr. Templeton.”
My heart tightened at the gentleness of her tone, while my stomach roiled at her lighthearted use of my false name. Carter’s name.
What the fuck have I done?
Chapter 6
PAIGE
I hadn’t been on a date in ages, and certainly not with a man so much younger. Relax, Paige. You’re not dating. You’re just hooking up, as the kids call it.
I really had to learn to go with the flow. I’d followed Ari’s advice so far, and it had been working out great. All I needed was a fruity drink, some good music, and to get in the right frame of mind. Having the attention of someone like Carter was a fantasy come true, and I needed to run with it and stop thinking about the future.
Even though I was a bit tired, I was really looking forward to a fun evening with him. We’d just arrived in Liverpool, after a long day of traveling from Glasgow, including a pit stop in the delightful town of Gretna Green, a place that had featured heavily in many of my favorite historical romances.
I walked down Mathew Street, a narrow cobblestone lane, looking for the red sign that indicated the entrance to the world-famous Cavern Club. Thankfully, I’d opted to wear my sandals with the block heels instead of the stilettos, or I’d have face-planted for sure.
The entrance and stairs to the legendary cellar were well-lit, but with the black-painted brick walls, I could never forget I was descending below ground. And then I was there, inside the historic venue that had seen six decades of musical greats like the Beatles and Queen. These days, the Cavern Club hosted any number of new and established groups and singers with live music every day. I hoped whoever was playing tonight would be good. After all, this was a special treat for the tour participants.
As I glanced around, I hoped my black cropped pants, sleeveless burgundy blouse, and lightweight blazer would fit in with this younger crowd. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was draw attention to my age. Unlike Carter, who always looked stylish regardless of what he was wearing, I had to put some thought into it. I was far more comfortable in a skirt suit than I was in jeans and a T-shirt.
The club was dark, with multicolored spotlights illuminating music-industry memorabilia throughout. The stage at the far end of the space was empty at the moment, and only soft music played in the background. Since the live music was supposed to be nonstop until midnight, I guessed this was a short intermission while the next band prepared to take the stage.
Fortunately, it was early in the week, so the club wasn’t too crowded. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I was delighted to see quite a few tour members already having a drink or examining the photos on the walls. The outing to the Cavern Club was an optional activity, so I’d had no idea who, if anyone, would show up. I stopped by a table where Kenji was sitting with Lori Graham, a reserved woman in her mid-thirties who wrote fairly sweet romances.
“I’m happy you decided to come out for drinks tonight,” I said to them.
Kenji craned his neck and made a show of looking behind me. “Where’s your boy toy?”
I frowned. “If you’re referring to Carter, he stayed behind at the hotel to finish up a scene. He said he’d join us later.”
“Good, good.” Kenji raised his arms and undulated his body. “I hope he’ll show us some moves. Carter was quite the… dancer back in college.”
Why did I think
he’d been planning on saying something else entirely?
Lori stirred the ice in her glass and made a moue. “I can’t dance.”
Kenji patted her arm. “Nonsense, sweetie. You’ve just never had a good teacher.” He opened his eyes and thumped his hand on his chest dramatically. “I know. Maybe Carter can show you tonight. What do you say, Paige? Think he’ll do it?”
I rolled my eyes, pretending to be exasperated with Kenji, but secretly, I had to admit I enjoyed their low-key rivalry. Having had no brothers, I wasn’t used to the teasing and ribbing common between young men. “I have no idea,” I said, then changed the subject. “Are you both enjoying the tour so far?”
Kenji’s face glowed. “I adored the Scottish kilts… ah… kirks and castles, I mean”—he winked at me—“but I really needed this. Music, a crowded bar, maybe some dancing. You know?” He tapped me on the arm. “You didn’t tell me King’s Cross is playing tonight. I loooove them!”
“That’s because I don’t even know who they are.” Laughing, I leaned close as though preparing to impart a royal secret. “I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to a mixed drink. I’ve had about all I can take of ale and whiskey.”
“Preach, girl.” Ken held up his beverage, a frothy green thing. Beside him, Lori tittered and brought her own glass, what appeared to be vodka and orange juice, to her lips. By the looks of her, it was clearly not her first.
I leaned over and whispered in Ken’s ear. “Can you look after Lori? She seems to have had a few too many.”
“Don’t worry, Mama Paige,” Ken teased. “I’ll make sure she gets back to the hotel safely.”
“I appreciate that.” I touched Lori’s arm. “Have fun.”
“Oh, I will,” Ken and Lori both said at the same time.
Leaving them to their laughter, I leaned on the bar and waited patiently for the bartender to take my order. When he nodded at me, I said, “May I have a strawberry margarita, please?” After the coolness of Scotland, I was in the mood for something summery and flirty.
“Straight away, ma’am.”
A minute later, I was taking my first sip of the sweet liquid wonder. When was the last time I’d enjoyed a drink on a warm summer night without a single worry to cloud my mind? Ari did her best to drag me out every now and then, but she usually spent the evening prodding me to put myself out there and get back into the dating world. If Ari could see me now, she’d certainly be proud.
