The Scotch Royals: Book Three

by Penelope Sky

  Of course, I wanted in.

  London slipped her jacket off her shoulders and hung it on the armchair. “Thank you for tonight. It meant a lot to me.” She turned around and tucked her hair behind her ear, looking like the sexiest thing in the world without even trying.

  When she looked at me like that, I would do anything for her—without question. “Looks like we can be civil to one another.”

  “I know. You guys both really tried.” She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the black bra underneath that pushed her tits together. Slowly, she peeled away the remainder of her clothes, getting her jeans off last until she stood in just her matching bra and panties. “I’d like to show my appreciation.”

  My throat went dry, so I automatically swallowed, feeling the muscles shift as I pushed the saliva down. Every day, I got to live out my fantasy because I woke up beside her then came home to her after work. She satisfied my sexuality but also fueled it even more. It was a cycle that continued to repeat itself, not that I minded.

  She sauntered toward me, her beautiful brown hair framed around her shoulders. She had a slim waistline, the small muscles of her body visible just underneath her bra. She had incredible legs too, the long and slender kind that could hook around my waist while I pinned her to the mattress. When she reached me, she ran her hands down my chest as she lowered herself to her knees on the red rug of my bedroom. Her eyes were glued to mine as she unzipped my jeans and pulled my boxers down, letting my throbbing cock pop out. Her mouth immediately went to my balls, and she licked them with enthusiasm, dragging her tongue across the rough texture of my sac.

  I inhaled a sharp breath and closed my eyes.

  She dragged her tongue up my length, right over the thick vein on the surface. When she got to the top, she licked away the drop that formed there. It stuck to the tip of her tongue and the tip of my cock, making a sticky line before it broke.

  Jesus Christ.

  “Tell me what you want, sir. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  Fuck. “I want to fuck your mouth and watch you swallow my come.”

  She wrapped her hand around my length and looked up at me, her expression sex-crazed. “Yes, sir.” She craned her neck and took my length as far as she could go without gagging. Then she pulled back again, her tongue flat and cushioning my cock so he wouldn’t be nicked by her teeth. Saliva pooled at the base of my length then dripped down to the floor. She didn’t need to go fast or use her hand to blow my mind. The combination of her on her knees with her soft mouth wrapped around my length was a fantasy I could hardly handle. She was just so goddamn beautiful.

  My hand moved into her hair and fisted it, tangling the soft strands she worked so hard to perfect every morning. I got a good grip on her, guiding her up and down at the speed I preferred. I liked giving her the reins, but a part of me would always want some control. I could have fucked her instead, but this satisfied my need to dominate her. The dinner with her brother was unpleasant, but it was totally worth it to have this moment.

  Her eyes shifted up to me as she wrapped her fingers around my base and jerked me off. She widened her mouth so she could move up and down with her hand, making sure to catch anything I might release unexpectedly.

  I stood still and let her do all the work, taking my length harder and faster. I wanted this to last forever, but I knew my cock was large for her small mouth. I knew her knees must ache from sitting on the wool rug. I didn’t care about the comfort of other women when they were getting me off, but I certainly cared about London’s. Besides, I just wanted to come. “Here it comes, Lovely.”

  Her other hand cupped my balls while she jerked me harder and shoved her throat across my length. She worked hard and fast, panting as she gave it to me as best she could.

  I stepped closer to her, giving her all of my length just before I exploded. I knew she couldn’t take every inch for very long before I hit her gag reflex, so I waited until the last minute.

  You know, because I was a gentleman.

  My hand rested against the side of her face, and I watched the tears pool in the corners of her eyes. My cock became so thick, and a burst of pleasure started deep in my groin. My core burned from the fire, and a scorching sensation emerged over my body, making me feel cold and hot at the exact same time.

  With a moan, I filled her mouth with all of my seed, dropping it on her tongue and down the back of her throat. My hand gripped the back of her head, keeping her in position until I was completely finished.

  Tears streamed from her eyes and down her cheeks, but she didn’t gag. She kept the natural response of her body under control.

  My cock began to soften once I was finished, so I slowly pulled out of her mouth with my eyes glued to her face. “Swallow.”

  She closed her mouth and did as I asked, her throat shifting with the movement.

  This woman made me feel more like a king than anyone else. My fingers gently touched her hair, almost in apology for the aggressive way I fucked her mouth, before I grabbed my boxers and pulled them to my hips. “Get on the bed. I’m not done yet.”

  Ariel and I worked together in my office, everything falling back into perfect normalcy like she’d never left in the first place. We went over the weekly schedule and discussed the social events I would be attending.

  Now that London was in my life, I didn’t spend much time gathering intelligence or putting my men on the job. I stuck to my scotch business, taking the less stressful route. So that made me stationary for the first time in my life.

  “The Duke of Romania is having a celebration in Manchester. You’ve been invited, of course.”

  Leaving the house was less tempting now that I had a pet I loved to play with. I didn’t care about fancy parties and famous people. I’d just seen him in London not too long ago, and I vaguely remembered him mentioning it.

  “His daughter, the Duchess of Romania, has returned from university in America. I suspect he wants to show her off to the world.”

  And marry her off. That’s what all the royals did. “I’ll pass.”

  Ariel spun her pen in her fingertips. “Well, you already told him you were going.”

  “I did?”

  “When you were in London.”

  I was so busy thinking about the woman who left me that I hadn’t noticed anything around me. I had been speaking to a fellow duke but tuning him out at the exact same time.

  “You can’t back out now. The dinner is on Saturday.”

  Damn. “Alright. I’ll let London know.”

  “You’re going to bring her?” Ariel looked down and made notes in her folder.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Ariel made her feelings for London perfectly clear, but I hoped we had moved on from that by now.

  “It’s a big event, that’s all.”

  “London did fine during Holyrood.”

  “True,” Ariel said with a sigh. “It’s your decision, Crewe.”

  Where I went, London went with me. It was as simple as that. I didn’t give Ariel as much attitude as I would to someone else since we had just been reunited. My temper remained under control for the time being.

  “Shall I make arrangements for London’s gown, hair, and makeup?”

  “Yes, please.” I always delegated that sort of thing to someone else. “Thank you.”

  “Sure.”

  “Will you be joining us?”

  She smiled. “As much as I would like to, I wasn’t the one invited.”

  “I can still bring you along.”

  “It’s okay, Crewe.”

  “When are the four of us going to have that dinner?”

  “Cassandra and I have an open availability. We both work the same hours.”

  “Then how about Friday night?”

  “I’ll check with her,” she said. “But that should be fine.”

  “Great.”

  Dimitri walked inside without knocking. His cheeks were red, and he was clearly flustered since he forgot his protocol. �
�Sir, we have a situation. Joseph Ingram is outside. We have him surrounded, but he’s unarmed. What would you like us to do?”

  Shit. “Don’t shoot.” I tossed my folder aside. “I’m coming.”

  Ariel watched me through her thick glasses. “Can I help?”

  “Stay here.” I walked outside with Dimitri and found Joseph standing in front of his car with his arms crossed over his chest. A dozen of my men surrounded him, all holding pistols or AK-47s. Joseph didn’t seem the least bit worried about all the bullets sitting inside the barrels.

  Joseph leaned against the front of his car. “Beautiful day, huh?”

  I raised my hand then lowered it. “He’s fine, guys.”

  Dunbar was the last one to drop his gun. His hand shook before he finally cooperated.

  “Search him,” I ordered.

  “Oh, come on,” Joseph said. “If I were packing, I would have shot these fuckers for pointing their guns at me.”

  “It’s not for my sake,” I said. “But theirs.”

  Dunbar did a quick pat-down, feeling Joseph’s arms and thighs to make sure there wasn’t a Glock or a knife hidden anywhere. He finally stepped away. “All clear.”

  Joseph adjusted his jacket then walked up to me. “Is this how you greet all your guests?”

  “Just the ones who shoot me.” I walked to the front door and heard him trail behind. Whatever he wanted to discuss shouldn’t take place in front of my men. It either had something to do with London or the heist he was about to pull off.

  Joseph chuckled behind me. “Alright, that’s fair.”

  We walked into my office where Ariel was still waiting. “Can you give us the room, please?”

  Ariel stared at Joseph with a look colder than ice. She’d nearly been taken hostage, but she didn’t show an ounce of fear. She sized him up like he was an easy opponent she could take down in a heartbeat.

  Joseph whistled under his breath. “You’re looking fine this morning—”

  “Speak to her again, and I’ll slit your throat.” I stared him down, no longer hospitable now that he had the nerve to insult one of my closest friends. If he thought I would let him objectify her, he was stupid. If he weren’t London’s brother, I would have already shot him by now.

  Joseph shut his mouth but didn’t hide the annoyance in his eyes.

  Ariel shut her folder then rose from her chair. She clicked her pen as she stared at Joseph, threatening him with a single movement. She was slender and lacked strength, but she would stab someone in the eye if she had to—I’d seen her do it before. “Don’t take too long. We have work to do.” She walked out and left us alone together.

  “You’re awfully protective of her…” He dropped into the armchair she’d been occupying just a second ago.

  I recognized the accusation immediately, knowing exactly what his suspicion was. “She’s gay. And yes, I’m very protective of her, so don’t try anything.”

  “Ooh…gotcha.” He gripped the armrests with his large hands, his knuckles protruding with corded veins. His green eyes reminded me of London’s, along with the fair complexion of his skin. Their bone structures weren’t comparable, but I think I would have figured out they were related if I didn’t know they were siblings.

  “What can I do for you, Joseph?”

  “I wanted to talk about the plans you were so interested in.”

  I leaned back in my chair, spinning a pen in my fingertips. “I’m listening.”

  “How did you want to be involved?”

  “In whatever way you need help. I have men, money, and weapons if you need it.”

  “I have all of those things. But you do have something I don’t have.”

  “What?”

  “Intelligence.”

  “I can get that for you too.”

  “Because I’m wiping his bank account clean, but I know he’s got a lot more than that. His house has so many relics, jewels, and cash that it nearly doubles his fiscal worth.”

  “Not surprised.”

  “So I want everything. But I need specific information about his whereabouts, his guards, codes to the property…”

  It could cost me a lot of money to get all that information, at least if I didn’t want to get caught, but it would be worth it. “I can get that to you in exchange for something.”

  “I told you I wouldn’t be giving you a cut.”

  “Not that. I want you to kill him.”

  Joseph rubbed his fingers across his chin. “Wow. He really pissed you off.”

  “Don’t touch his family. But I want him dead.”

  “That’s not just murder. That’s the assassination of the century. I’m not really in the killing business.”

  “You are now.”

  “I need to know why you hate this guy so much. I don’t get mixed up in personal vendettas.”

  “He killed my parents and my older brother, Alec. It happened when I was six. He courted my mother, but she didn’t reciprocate and ended up marrying my father. He never let it go and couldn’t take the damage to his pride. So, he killed all of them.”

  Joseph watched my expression without blinking, taking it all in.

  I’d told this story a million times, but it always caused a pain in my chest. I hardly remembered my parents and fictionalized what they were like, but it still bothered me that they were gone. And having a brother would be nice. He could have taken over the house name, and I could disappear on Fair Isle…with London.

  “Sorry, man,” he finally said. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t need to say anything. But I need this guy dead.”

  Joseph rubbed his palm up his cheek. “Like I said, killing isn’t really my thing.”

  “You had no problem shooting me.”

  “You know that was different. You took my little sister hostage.”

  “And treated her better than the goddamn Queen of England.”

  He brushed off my words. “I don’t know this guy, so it’s still weird.”

  “You’re gonna walk away from this with eighty million dollars. That’s more money than Greece has. You’re really going to turn that down?”

  Joseph didn’t hesitate. “No.”

  “Then we have a deal?”

  “What if I get caught?”

  “That’s your problem, not mine.”

  “You told me not to hurt his family. But if we clean him out, they’ll be left with nothing.”

  “No, that’s not true.” Men like that diversified their assets. Their money wasn’t hiding in one specific place. As a member of the Russian mafia, he had more money put away somewhere. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I know he owns most of the rental properties in Moscow. They’ll be fine.”

  “Okay. Then I’m going to need men and information.”

  “And I have no problem giving that to you. When do you think this is going to go down?”

  “Simultaneously. He’ll need to transfer the money, and once that happens, we’ll loot his place and take him out. We’ll need to be in three places at once.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “We can’t tell London about this. If she knows how dangerous this is, she’ll freak.”

  “I know.” I hated to lie to her, but the less she knew, the better. “I won’t say a thing.”

  He stood up then extended his hand. “Then we have a deal.”

  I stood up and shook his hand. “We do.”

  “So…” He placed his hands in his pocket. “She’s gay, huh? That’s a shame.”

  “Even if she weren’t, she’s out of your league.”

  “Ouch,” he said with a chuckle. “Got any other sexy ladies working around here? Maybe set me up with a princess or something?”

  I wasn’t even going to respond to that. “Get out, Joseph.”

  “Can I at least say hello to my sister?”

  “No. I’d rather her not know you were ever here. You should get going. She stops by throughout the day pretty often.”


  “Roger that.” He finally walked to the door. “I’m not gonna get shot on the way to my car, right?”

  I never walked anyone to the entrance, and I wasn’t going to make an exception now. “I can’t promise anything.”

  London walked into the office in skintight jeans and a light sweater that hung off one shoulder. Her hair was in a braid, and she rocked the girl-next-door look. With a natural looking face with a hint of makeup, she looked beautiful.

  I couldn’t recall a time she walked into the room and I didn’t think that.

  “You wanna blow off work today?” she asked as she sauntered to my desk.

  “You know I want to blow off work every day.” My arm circled her waist when she arrived at my chair. I looked up at her, forgetting about the email I was writing—and everything else in the world.

  “I think retirement would suit you.”

  I chuckled. “Actually, I think I’d go crazy if I were retired. Boredom and I don’t mix together.”

  She ran her hand along my shoulder and gave the muscle a gentle squeeze. “Like I’d ever let you be bored.” She slid into my lap and hooked her arm around my neck.

  “True. You are a full-time job.” My hand moved to her slender thigh, feeling the structure of the muscle through her thick jeans.

  “No. Pleasing me is a full-time job. The way you said it makes me sound like a nuisance.”

  “Definitely not a nuisance.”

  She leaned forward and shut my laptop. “So…can you spare an hour for lunch?”

  “I suppose. That seems a lot more reasonable than retiring.”

  She scooted off my lap, her curvy ass nearly in my face. She had the perfect figure from any angle. I loved the way her waist narrowed then flared out into womanly hips. She had the right kind of cushion on her, perfect for grabbing.

  I ignored my hard cock and walked with her to the courtyard. It was a cold day, but the fire pit was burning and there wasn’t any sign of rain. The sky was overcast, but it was always overcast this time of year.

  We had a light lunch and tea. I wasn’t a big fan of the beverage, but it was growing on me. I tried to have a few glasses of scotch with dinner—a normal-person habit. London noticed my effort but didn’t say anything, probably because she knew I didn’t want any extra attention.