Taken By The Forbidden Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  She wriggled on the bed until she was lying in front of him. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside, never breaking eye contact.

  He twisted at the waist to pull away. “Lay back down,” he growled.

  She flipped back around and spread her legs for him. He gripped her hips hard and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slippery opening. They groaned in unison as he slowly slid himself inside.

  “Slowly,” she gasped.

  He inched his way in, desperately trying to control himself as he felt her warm velvet walls close around his cock. When he felt his pelvis hit hers, he paused to give her a moment to accommodate him and to give himself a moment to hold back. He slid out and back in, her hips rising up to meet his.

  “Fuck…” she breathed. “You’re huge…”

  He grinned. She wasn’t just stroking his ego, she truly meant it.

  “Faster, Clint, faster” she urged.

  He did not need to be told twice and he picked up the pace of his stroking. They fell into their rhythm, and he knew that her tight little pussy was not going to give him much leeway in his self-control.

  “Ashley, I’m not going to…”

  “No, wait Clint, not yet, please not yet, don’t stop…”

  His voice was hoarse with desire, “Either I stop or I finish…”

  She could feel the next climax building inside her with every stroke. His thick cock stroking places inside her that had never been touched. Closer and closer with every thrust, she just needed a few more before he lost his load.

  “Faster. Harder.” she gasped out each word. “Fuck. Me.”

  He grabbed her hips to hold her still and he pounded her with everything he had left. He grunted loudly as she whimpered.

  “I’m going to…”

  “Yes, inside me, with me…”

  She yelled as the wave burst through her and over her and around her. He thrust one more time into her and held her in place by the hips. It was months of torment and desire and need and lust pouring into her body and she took every drop.

  He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside and against her.

  “Goddammit.”

  She grinned next to his ear. “Ditto.”

  “I gotta have more.”

  “Well give me a minute here, big boy.”

  “I’m just getting started.” He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned back at her.

  She licked her lower lip slowly. “I still need to taste.”

  For her teasing effort, she was rewarded with a twitch of his soft cock as it rested next to her dripping pussy.

  He eventually rolled off of her and they slipped easily into an exhausted sleep. Several hours later, Ashley woke up and realized he was running his fingers through her tangled hair.

  “Hi…” she said sleepily.

  “Hey yourself. You know I meant what I said. I want more.”

  “I just woke up,” she giggled.

  “Not just that, more of all of you.”

  She rested her cheek against his chest and sighed softly. “All of you too.”

  THE END

  The Cowboy Soldier’s Knocked Up Email Order Bride

  Chapter one

  “I don’t know how you do it, Avril. You’re constantly in the kitchen and you’re making these new dishes all the time. The papers rave about you, but critics can’t get enough. It doesn’t seem to matter to anybody that the menu doesn’t stay the same on any given week. I came to work with you specifically because I helped you with your success and I want to learn from the best. I try to get here early in the morning to beat you to the punch, but you’re always here. It almost makes me think that you live here.”

  Timothy was my right hand man and if I didn’t have him, I probably would’ve sunk into a pit of depression.

  What I didn’t want to tell him was that my work visa had expired. I was going to be shipped out next week, back to Nigeria. Not someplace that I missed or wanted to return to. I found the solution on the internet by becoming a mail order bride over the internet. The guy I got in touch with turned out to be a regular at my restaurant.

  Timothy was the one that told me that I had a gift and that I should pursue it and give the world a taste of what I had to offer. It wasn’t lost on me that he had a crush and that he looked at my caramel skin and wondered what it would be like to be with me. I might’ve been a little overweight, but it was nothing, as far as most were concerned. I was 5’10, 180 pounds and most of that was up front and in back. Right where it should be.

  “I’m just glad that you convinced me to do this. I never thought that you would want to join, but I’m more than happy to have you. This whole thing was mostly your doing and it would be a damn shame for you to lose out on some of the accolades. I’ve only been teaching you for the past two weeks and already I see potential to become a chef in your own right.”

  I stood there and admired him from behind, trying to bring out some kind of attraction that might turn things from something friendly to something more…explosive.

  If I didn’t have my chef outfit on, I might have taken matters into my own hands. There was no denying that Timothy had a body that just wouldn’t quit, but his attitude towards women didn’t exactly make him impossibly attractive. Maybe if I could gag him and stop him from making these insane remarks that put women down, I might be able to find my way to tearing his clothes off and seeing what other kind of fire we could make here in this kitchen.

  “By the way, I think you know that he’s out there waiting for you. He ordered the Beef Wellington. He always gets the special and I think he might have a thing for you.”

  I knew exactly who he was talking about and this guy was a bit of a mystery, wrapped up in a paradox. I saw him come in on several occasions. He wouldn’t say much, but he would constantly look at me and make me feel like he was undressing me. I had no choice, facing forcible return to Nigeria. I had to throw out a proposition of marriage.

  “Holden Reynolds is a very accomplished businessman with a checkered past,” I argued. “He came back from Iraq and instead of wallowing in self-pity, he opened up his own security agency. He has his own farm right here in Texas and I think his habit for hard work and discipline comes from the Navy. I’ve done my own research on the internet and I found out that he was part of the groups who brought those terrorists to justice.”

  He wore his suits impeccably and there wasn’t a crease to be seen. Any time that I went out to see him to make sure that his food was good, he would only smile and nod his head politely. I probably wouldn’t know that he was even interested, except for the fact that he kept looking at me. I saw him in the mirror, stopped cold with his fork poised in the air about to go into his mouth. I think he was drooling a little over my posterior and wondering what it would take to ask me out. He found out, when I was the one that approached him.

  “You really should go out and see him,” Timothy told me. “I don’t know how many times I’ve seen you admiring the man and not do anything about it.”

  I didn’t even know how he noticed that, but it didn’t bode well, because if he did, then everybody else probably saw it written across my face in bold letters, too. “I think that I can handle things back here. When I’m done, I’ll close up and then we can compare notes tomorrow morning. I have a date and let’s just say that my hopes are up for breakfast in bed.”

  I was glad to see that he wasn’t pining after me. It did make me feel a moment of jealousy, but I had no reason for it. He had every right to date whoever he wanted and besides, I wasn’t even interested in him in that way.

  If I was going to approach him, then right now would be the right time and the right place. If I didn’t do it now, he would walk out and I probably wouldn’t see him until next week. I didn’t know if I could go that long without doing something about this obvious attraction and heat between us. The arrangement of marriage had been made between the two of us, but he thought that
was all I wanted…silly boy.

  I had a delicious cheesecake that was to die for. It wasn’t even on the menu, but I had made it in hopes that he was going to come in tonight. It was getting late and he was always the last one to leave.

  I saw him dabbing his mouth with a napkin and I wondered how that would feel between my legs. I had to stop thinking like that, or at least give him a reason to see me as more than just the chef behind the scenes.

  I took a deep breath, steeled myself for the approach and then I walked out there with the cake in hand.

  “Excuse me, Mister Reynolds. I was wondering if you had time for something a little sweet and decadent. I promise that it will be worth getting your teeth into something like this.”

  The obvious innuendo was probably lost on him, but maybe not. He motioned for me to sit down with him.

  Each time that I came within spitting distance, I was almost putty in his hands. This was the kind of guy that looked like a gentleman, but you could see something forceful and demanding working just within the recesses of his mind, under the surface.

  His body was like a work of art and I had to keep glancing away, because I just couldn’t stop staring at his baby blue eyes. He had this slight scruff, which only exasperated the issue and made me swoon for him in a more profound way. I constantly had to cross my legs, just so that I could scratch that itch that was getting a little bit too hard to take.

  He had a buzz cut that left the shadow of hair, but he had the weight of at least 200 pounds of pure muscle and the frame to pull it off. His shoulders were huge and I wanted him to sweep me up in his arms and become my knight in shining armor. Well, he had already done that, sort of, by agreeing to marry me for convenience. His chest was massive and I could tell that years of practice in the gym had given him a regiment that was worth its weight in gold.

  “I was just about to leave but I guess I have time to try something that’s not on the menu,” he said. “Especially since it’s from my wife to be.”

  I wasn’t sure, but maybe he was getting the general idea that I wanted more than just this give and take flirting.

  “There seems to be a bit of a storm.”

  I followed his gaze out the window where leaves were now splashing against the glass and dancing in the wind. The rain had become a downpour and to emphasize his forecast there was a strike of lightning. Thunder boomed and made the entire place shake with the dishes on the table making this clanging racket. I grabbed for them before they could fall to the floor.

  The cake danced across the table, but the tremor passed before it could reach the edge.

  “That was pretty close,” I remarked with a shy smile. “If that had gone on the floor, it would’ve been a damn shame. I’m really looking forward to finding out what you think of this latest creation. It’s a four fruit cheesecake.”

  I didn’t realize it, but he had instinctively reached out and grabbed my hand. His finger was stirring something up to the surface and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react. What did he want from me?

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be this forward. I would take my hand away, but I really don’t want to. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, Avril. I know that this marriage is not going to be real but maybe I want it to be.”

  He was staring at my breasts, which were pressing up quite obscenely against the front of my uniform. It was probably because I’d taken off my bra and let the natural wonders speak for themselves. A girl has her ways.

  “Normally, I would love the attention, but my eyes are up here.” I was only teasing and I loved that he was taking an interest in my more prominent assets. I just needed this to go slowly, because I still wasn’t sure where he wanted this encounter to lead.

  “I just never met a woman quite like you. You not only carry yourself with confidence, but you cook like someone that has been doing it all of her life. I just wish that I had found this place a long time ago. Since my wife passed, I’ve been eating mostly takeout and you can imagine how quickly that gets old.”

  “I do hope that you don’t come here just for the food. I would hate to think that all of this flirting was for nothing. I would like some kind of payoff for paving the way for us to be together. If I’m not getting my point across, then let me be perfectly blunt. I would like to fuck you and leave you wanting more.”

  He almost choked on the cheesecake, sputtering little bits onto the plate. He stared at me for some time and I wondered if he would make a move, when suddenly the lights flickered and then went out.

  Chapter two

  The only light was the brief flashed of lightning. For the most part, it was complete darkness and then I felt a hand touching my breasts from across the table. “If that’s not you, Holden, then whoever it is better be prepared to get a swift kick in the balls.”

  “I’m just having my cake and eating it too. I love that I can touch you and eat this cheesecake at the same time. It’s almost too decadent for words. I know that you don’t normally do this with your clientele and I feel kinda special that you would even give me a moment of your time. Marrying me is like the icing on the cake”

  I was going to give him more than that and the way that he was rubbing my nipple had certainly opened my eyes to the possibilities.

  “I just want you to know, Avril, that I’m seriously considering investing in your restaurant. This is not sexual and I’ve seen your success and I want to be a part of it.”

  I’d never even considered taking on investors, but now that he had brought up the topic, it could be something to pursue.

  “I think that if you continue what you’re doing that I might consider your proposition. After all, you know that sex sells. We’ve all seen it on television, in the movies and even on the Internet. I would call my creations better than sex, but since I haven’t had a good orgasm in quite some time, I can’t really compare the two.”

  Again, he started to choke and it was at that moment that a strike of lightning showed his face and the way that it was beaming with anticipation.

  “I’m glad it was you that I found,” I told him, “and not some dirty old man with only one thing on his mind.”

  “You really do have a mouthful…I mean, you really said a mouthful.” Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. “I’m not talking about your body, although it would be true for that, too. I just think that it’s time you consider opening up a new restaurant. I have a place in mind and I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to pull the switch on the deal. It has everything that you’ll need to make it a great success within the community. I’ll even foot the bill for advertising, although I doubt that you’re going to need all that much when they get a load of what you can do in the kitchen.”

  If he was trying to heap praise on me, then I had no problem letting him.

  I got up even though I couldn’t see where I was going. I followed the emergency lighting of the exit sign leading towards the kitchen. I had him in hand and his other hand was now cupping my ass and squeezing it.

  “Damn, I’ve been begging for this chance with my eyes for a long time. Avril, I find you absolutely stunning, but I have to tell you that I’ve been dealing with some issues. I think you know that I’ve had some problems, er, mentally speaking. When I came back from Iraq, I found myself lost and unable to manage on my own. I get these moments of panic, but I’m taking medication. I’m always looking for dangers and sometimes I see it where it doesn’t exist.”

  I had no idea why he was telling me any of this, but maybe he needed me to know that he was not perfect.

  “I know about what you did overseas,” I told him, “and I commend you on your service to your country. You were one of the best soldiers. I can only imagine what you went through.”

  His hand tightened on my fingers, like he wasn’t quite sure how to react to my assessment of him. “It does my heart proud to know that my efforts were not in vain. We took down several terrorists. Most times they didn’t even know we were there until i
t was too late. There were times that we had to kill with our bare hands and not from the safety of our rifle’s crosshairs. I have blood on my hands and I think that you can see that I’ve been throwing myself into my work. I don’t go out in the field anymore, except to consult, but still I have those memories and sometimes they come back and bite me.”

  I grabbed his hand and I bit into his palm. I licked the surface and gave him every reason to trust me with all of his hidden secrets. “You don’t have to fear me. Whatever you have to say will stay in the vault of my heart with the key thrown away.”

  I think he wanted to let me know what I was getting myself into, but I already knew that. I didn’t know the extent of what he went through, but I had a cousin that had come back a little different from the war. He was always caustic, but now he was sarcastic and didn’t mind getting into trouble just because. I could sense that Holden had that same penchant for violence, but he wasn’t allowing it to get a hold of him like my cousin had.

  “I’m glad that you understand. It’s just that sometimes I feel alone and I look for anything that I can find to make those nightmares go away. I’m not sure that you’re going to believe me, but I feel that you and I have a connection. You’re the first one that I’ve ever found that has taken me out of my comfort zone. I look at you and all those thoughts about danger and destruction wash away in an instant. I can’t explain it and I don’t think that I will ever be able to. Trust me, it’s not the main reason why I come here every night, but it is part of it.”

  I found myself bumping into the stove and the flashes of lighting in the kitchen gave an eerie red glow that made me feel like I was doing something naughty.

  I took off his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on the metal table that had already been sanitized clean by Timothy before he left. I undid his buttons, seeing one scar over his heart that was livid and scary. I kissed it, hoping that I would make it better, but knowing that it was just a metaphorical kind of healing process.

  “I have to tell you, Holden. I’ve been thinking about this for some time. Maybe I shouldn’t be admitting this, but I never felt all that attractive growing up. Kids can be cruel and I have a condition that makes it impossible for me to lose weight. I don’t gain any. I just don’t lose any either. I see the way that you look at me and it makes me feel wanted and sexy. That is a feeling that I don’t get often from men of your color. I don’t mean that to be prejudice, but I found that brothers of my own skin tone are where I get the most attention.”