Taken By The Forbidden Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  As I moved around, the chains around my ankles were unforgiving. My arms had this coarse thread-like texture rubbing against my wrist. I know that this is not good, but there’s no sense in panicking over something that is out of my control. I had to assess my situation and come to terms with the fact that I was taken against my will.

  I hear a door swinging open on rusted hinges and then I see the figure of a man walking down the stairs. He is dressed like a gangbanger. He has a red and white do rag over his head and he carries himself like he is the leader. “I see that our guest of honor is awake. You may not recognize me and it’s been several years since we’ve been acquainted. My name is Anthony and I am the leader of the Fourth Street Latino’s. I’m afraid that our meeting this time is not going to be quite as cordial.” I didn’t want to believe that this had anything to do with my brother, but the writing was on the wall.

  “You abducted me and you’re keeping me here as your hostage. What exactly do you expect to get from this? My brother and I are not exactly friends these days. If you think that he’s going to give up anything for the safe return of me, then you really have been out of touch. I came back to mend some fences.” He circled me with this swagger and a red handkerchief that was hanging out of his black jean pocket. I could see his boxers hanging over the top.

  “I think that you might be protesting a little bit too much. Devlin is no fool and for him to rise to the ranks of leadership shows that he can be reasoned with. We just want what is owed to us. If we don’t get it, we’ll chop you up into little pieces and send you back to him one piece at a time. Smile, because we need to show him proof of life.” The flash blinded me for second. The only thing I could see were yellow dots in my pupils. “This is a basic business transaction. I’m sure that you can understand that with all of your degrees.” I gave him a disgusted look and cocked my head to the side to let him know that I really was in no position to argue the point. “I know all about you, Chiquita. You walked away from your family and now you try to slink back without anybody realizing that you’re coming. Let’s just say that I have long arms and the resources to know almost anything.” That could only mean that he had a spy within the ranks of my brother’s gang. I had told only one person.

  “I think you’ll see that my brother is not one to be negotiated with. I hope for my sake that I’m wrong, but I think I know my brother a little bit better than you do.” The product in my hair was not staving off the sauna-like heat that was now penetrating into the follicles. I could feel the sweat dripping from the strands and down into the open cleavage of my red blouse. It had soaked through and I could see that those guys standing around like his own personal posse were not exactly subtle about their intentions.

  “We shall see what he says little lady. If for some reason he does not feel it necessary to negotiate for your release, then we’ll have a little bit of fun with you first. You don’t look like the same young little thing that ran around high school looking to get you some. Take a good look at me and maybe it will jog some of your memories.” I narrowed my eyes, looked into his face and I suddenly came to the conclusion that he was the one that had made me lose my innocence. “You and I had a nice time and I introduced you to your first taste of Mary Jane. You were most anxious to please. I have to say that I’m looking forward to a repeat performance.”

  The drug that he had given me must’ve been laced with something when I was eighteen. I knew exactly what I was doing, but I felt more compelled than necessary to give him my body freely. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but his overanxious hands and the way that he smiled made me drop my panties. I actually found myself enjoying riding the beast between his legs, as he squeezed my breasts and slapped my nipples to make me grimace with a sort of pain and pleasure mixed into one.

  I turned my head away from him. He grabbed my face and turned it back, so that we were now looking at each other. “I knew that you would remember. I have to say that I’m looking forward to seeing what new techniques that you learned over the years. You know what they say about wishing in one hand and shitting in the other.” His laughter was met with a fake laughter of those that were underneath his purview. “I need to go have a face to face with your brother. It’s going to be interesting to see what he’s going to say. I won’t make you wait too long to find out his answer.” He patted his crotch squeezing the length of his member and bringing to mind how he felt banging within my folds when I was younger.

  He raised his hand and they all walked away leaving me with one lone man. He was standing within the shadows with a tendril of smoke coming from a cigarette or something that he was smoking. “You don’t have to hide. It’s not like he’s going to let me live anyway. Even if my brother allows him to dictate the terms of my release, it doesn’t mean that he’s going to be a man of his word. At the very least, you can talk to me and not be some kind of coward.” I saw the flick of the butt from his hand land at my feet.

  “You really don’t know how to keep your mouth shut. Antagonizing Anthony is only going to make things worse in the end. You might get more flies with honey, than you will with vinegar. Be nice and don’t make any waves and he might surprise you.” The voice sounded familiar and when he stepped out, I noticed that Brody had joined the ranks of a rival gang. “I’m second in command and I have the ear of the leader. I could probably convince him that letting you go is in his best interest. For the time being, I’m going to allow this thing to play out and see what my next plan of attack is going to be.”

  “Brody, you are the last person I thought would get caught up in something like this. I always thought that you would get out and go into the Marines to serve your country with distinction. You talked about making your parents proud. What do you think that they would say, if they saw you here acting like some kind of Neanderthal?” It appeared that I had exposed a raw nerve. I didn’t mean to, but his attitude was irksome at best.

  “You don’t know anything about me, Carmela. You left and you never looked back or even reached out to find out what happened to any of us. I don’t blame you, but I thought that you were better than that. For your information, I did join the Marines. I saw things that would curl your hair. I came back to find that my service to my country meant nothing. Getting a job was hard to hold down with memories of death and violence in my nightmares every time that I closed my eyes. I turned to the only thing that I knew. I reached out to Anthony and he was most anxious to use my skills.”

  “Don’t you see that he’s using you? You just finished telling me that he wanted to use your skills. He doesn’t respect you and for you to bow down to him doesn’t make you much of a man.” I was really needling him, but my expectations for him were high. “You could have translated those skills into joining the police force. Maybe even going into the private sector and using that skill set to protect the innocent. This couldn’t be your only answer. To think so makes you look like you are settling for something that isn’t you anymore.” I felt like I was getting through to him, but he was the one that was going to have to ultimately decide if he could live with his decisions or not.

  Chapter three

  Brody had come back from whichever war torn country to which he’d been sent to find that life was not exactly as he remembered it. I felt bad that I had put a spotlight on his decision making skills. He wasn’t thinking clearly and maybe over time I could convince him that this life could only end in disaster. I never said anything to him at the time, but I had a major crush on that boy back in the day. He was the one that I wanted to lose my virginity to, but that wasn’t how it happened. After being with Anthony, I fell into a pit of depression. I did not drink anymore and I certainly didn’t take recreational drugs.

  I had no idea how much time had elapsed, but it felt like forever. I wanted a moment to confess my infatuation to him, but that could only happen if he came back alone. I was starting to doze off, my chin falling towards my chest, when suddenly the door opened and footsteps raced down the sta
irs at a speed that was indicative of somebody that was in a hurry.

  Brody had a gun in his hand and I thought for a moment that he had come down here to end it. I didn’t say anything, as he paced back and forth and looked around like some kind of caged animal. He was wearing a wife beater tee shirt and a pair of jeans, with a silver chain through the loops as a belt. His head was shaved and he had a five o’clock shadow that made him look like a bad boy. He couldn’t weigh more than 170 pounds, but he knew had to carry himself with an air of authority.

  “Negotiations with your brother didn’t go according to plan. He was most adamant about not caring if you lived or died. I think that he was only putting on a show for his people. It doesn’t matter and I have to find a way to get you out of here.” That was the first bit of good news that I’d heard all day. “I can’t let you leave here alive.” I was scared, but the way he said it was with no real emotions. “I need to make it look like you escaped or I killed you. Either one would take me off Anthony’s radar. If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them.” I was thinking of a last resort. Something that I didn’t think would work in a million years.

  I motioned for him to come forward and I whispered my idea to him. He stared at me in shock, but he soon smiled at the simplicity of it all. “That is a little outside the box, but it might work.” He produced the key to the shackles and released me. When he was in the process of cutting the ropes at my wrist we were interrupted.

  “Brody, what the hell are you doing? Stop that and move away from her.” The man was visibly affected by his betrayal. “You know that I have to tell…ARGGHHHHH.” The knife he had in his hands to cut me free was in the man’s throat. He was sputtering and choking on his own blood. This was getting dicey. It was lucky that he didn’t use a gun, or that kind of noise would have brought the rest of them. I looked at Brody and I could see in his eyes that this wasn’t the first time that he had killed someone. That haunting image in his eyes and the cold hard stare was that of a man that was used to violence.

  The rope was frayed, but he had been interrupted before he could finish. He went to the dying man and instead of helping he pulled the knife out of his throat. It was not a pretty sight. The way that man died was something that nobody should have to endure. It was the way of this life and maybe seeing this would wake Brody to the truth.

  There was no point in lamenting over his loss and there would be time to grieve later. I could see that Brody was not very happy about what he had to do. He became distant and I felt like he was now rethinking his decision. I wanted to console him, tell him that everything was going to be OK, but I had no idea if that was true or not.

  I had a bit of inspiration, reaching for him and showing him how I felt with a physical overture. I cupped his genitals, making him stare at me with a sort of wonder and shock on his face.

  “He was my friend. These people have been my family.” His voice had cracked and I could tell that killing somebody he knew was something of a new territory. “I’ve done things in the name of country, but this is different. I don’t know how I’m going to live with myself.” I knew that we didn’t have much time, but it felt necessary to make the time. I pushed my hand down the front of his pants. Despite the danger and the fact that he had killed someone, his cock was still ready to take its place in any orifice that I offered.

  “I know that it hurts, Brody. Maybe I can do something to take away the pain in some way. Will you let me do that for you?” The only thing that he could do was nod his head and look down to where my hand was currently stroking. “I can help you, but you’re going to have to put yourself in my hands. Don’t look behind you and keep your eyes on what I’m doing.” He had protected me in the only way that he was trained. I felt like I was doing something important to give him back a piece of his soul.

  With his body in front of me, I could not see the death that he had caused. We’d come up with a reasonable plan, but executing it was another matter. I lost myself in the feel of his johnson. That sense of anticipation was in the air. I got down on my knees, looking up at the man that I had secretly hungered for when I was younger. He was not that same little boy. He had grown into a substantial man. He may have gotten lost on his road of life, but he was finding his way back one step at a time.

  “You shouldn’t have to do this for me. This is not the way that I wanted our first time to be.” It bode well that he had been thinking about that. It made it easier to pull his cock from his fly. It looked happy to see me, oozing out a clear and sticky fluid that I easily lapped up like a kitten. There was more where that came from and I was damned and determined to make sure that I got all of it. “You have no idea how long I’ve longed for this moment. I don’t know how many times I’ve laid in bed and wondered where you were.” We had gone our separate ways to live our lives, but somehow we had found our way back to each other.

  I was near the object of my desire. It made me want more that to look at it. The only opinion that mattered was my own. I had no interest in what other girls thought of him or of his sexual prowess. I held him at the base, squeezed slightly to see more of that creamy delight moving slowly down the shaft. I rubbed my thumb through the mixture, bringing to up to my lips and leaving it there to remind me that this was what I really wanted to do.

  Chapter four

  I should have been making short work of him, but I wanted to slow this down and enjoy it for, as long as possible. I brushed my lips over the head, bringing back the string that connected us in a very profound way. I pulled back, until it broke free and then I did something that was a little out of character. I’d always been fascinated by how a man played with themselves. I moved back on my heels and motioned with my hand for him to do exactly that.

  “I’m not sure that I can do that.” To give him extra incentive, I slithered my tongue out of my mouth and gave him a demonstration with one of my fingers in how I was going to treat him. “I see that you’re not going to bend. I guess I can put on a bit of a show for you. I do have to warn you that we have less than an hour. Anthony is on his way back.” I didn’t want to tell him, but it was the risk of discovery and being caught with our pants down that had made me want this.

  I mimicked what a man would do with my own fist to tell him without saying anything that it was time for him to put his money where his mouth is. He sighed, before wrapping his own fist around a part of his anatomy that he was well acquainted with. He was in possession of that thing 24/7, whereas I would probably have a few hours a week. I had my hand underneath my skirt, bunching it at my waist, so that he could see the undergarments that I had gotten from a high end lingerie store.

  I pulled the crotch away from my sex, to show him that I was visibly excited. I easily made him moan in frustration, as I stuck myself with two fingers. I corkscrewed them in to hit that spot that not that many men could find in their dreams.

  He wasn’t moving quickly, but he was snake charming the serpent between his legs. It was hard by his own manual manipulation, which only made me come a little closer to witness this first hand. A lot of women are excited by this, but they are unwilling to voice their desire. “I can’t believe that I’m doing this for you. God, you are fucking sexy and you’ve only grown into a mature woman.” His lips looked like they could use some refreshment. I had something between my legs that could quench that yearning.

  “I love the way that you do that, Brody.” I tried to reach out, but he took a step back in a teasing gesture. “Come on…you know you want it. Don’t make me beg for it. It’s unseemly for a woman to beg a man for anything.” He smiled and then he moved a little closer, until I was a mere inch away from getting what I wanted the most. I opened my mouth and he took that moment to slip the crown between my lips.

  Holding onto my shoulders, he drove his hips forward, until he met the resistance of my throat. I grabbed him by his ass cheeks through his jeans, wishing that I could feel his bare skin, but thankful that I could get this much of him. He was more tha
n a mouthful. He probably put a lot of men on notice when he was showering naked in the locker room.

  “Your lips are like velvet kisses. You make me feel like I’ve been denying a part of myself for too long. Women come and go, but it’s the one that you crave the most that makes you crazy. You’ve done that for me and I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.” We were working together and every time that he moved forward with his hips, I would move forward with my mouth. Before long, we were joined with nothing remaining but his heavy swinging balls.

  That vein along the back was quite pronounced. Touching it with the tip of my tongue made it flex like it had a life of its own. I did not panic, but I knew that a whitewash against my tonsils was in my future. “I can’t do this anymore…you’re too damn good for your own good…AHHHHH.” His balls had risen up against his scrotum and the seed that followed was exactly what I had expected and more. He grunted through that climax, throwing his head back and showing me the tendons in his neck.

  I had a little bit of difficulty keeping up with one stream after another. It filled my mouth, streaking across my tongue and leaving behind the salty sweetness of the man. I wanted more and even after he left the comfort of my hot mouth, I still wanted to drain him of what he might have left.

  He had this look in his eyes and I knew that I was in the good kind of trouble. He lifted me to my feet, turning me, so that I was holding onto the back of the chair that I was being held on. I felt his hands on the bare cheeks of my ass. He swatted each one. I thought that I was going to scream, but I found his hand over my mouth to make sure that that didn’t happen.

  “I fantasized about this moment, but it doesn’t even compare to what I’m seeing right in front of me.” I felt my panties being pulled down my legs. I lifted my feet to let them go. He grabbed them. He reached around and placed them against my mouth. I could smell my own sex, but there was really no way that I was going to chew on that garment. “Open up.” I was reluctant and shaking my head, until suddenly he slapped me one more time. That made my mouth open on its own accord.