The Captive Bride (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  "I know, it's one of the things I like about you. You're not afraid to stand up to me and show me your claws. In fact, the last time you were here, you left claw marks in my back." He grinned at her and then kissed her again, slowly getting her out of her clothes. Pulling her back until he was on the couch and she was about to get pulled into his lap he kissed her belly. "Ride me Lydia, you can take charge, show me what you like, I can be patient, I'm a good boy."

  The innocent look he gave her had her cracking up. "You are far from innocent, and I don't think you'll be able to handle just sitting there letting me make all the decisions."

  "Try me." He challenged her and grinned, putting his hands back behind his head and watched her. She had her shirt buttons open and the front clasp of her bra was undone, her breasts hung there, exposed and she leaned down between his legs. Pulling his zipper down and undoing the button on his jeans she pulled his already erect cock out of his boxers through the whole. Stroking him she watched him with her eyes.

  "Put your mouth on me Lydia, I need you to taste me," He told her and pulled her down towards his lap.

  "Nope. You said I got to make decisions, is thirty seconds really all you can handle?" Lydia asked him laughing at the puppy dog expression on his face as he pushed his hips up to wag his cock at her and get her to suck it.

  "Baby, if you put your mouth on me, I'll let you do whatever you want after." He told her and then blinked and pouted, sticking his lower lip out teasing her and had Lydia take pity on him. Kneeling down between his legs, she took him in her mouth.

  She spent the rest of the night having him make love to her in all the imaginative ways she could come up with, just to prove her point. He struggled with letting her be in control, but he put in the effort to do things her way.

  Lydia knew these moments would probably end up being rare, but the fact he'd try had her trusting him a lot more than before.

  Chapter 6

  They were being married in front of the justice of the peace. Her white dress was a baby doll cut that hid her almost due any day pregnant belly. She'd been living with Tomas for a while before agreeing to finally marrying him. She wanted to make sure she could handle it before she finally tied the knot and the one person who'd been on Tomas's side had been her grandma.

  Standing next to the two of them as their witness, dear old grandma was here and giving Tomas the googly crush eyes that almost had Lydia groaning. Her grandma may be old, but she joked she wasn't dead and told Lydia if she didn't want Tomas, she'd take him. Lydia appreciated her grandma's humor and was glad to see her out of the house. Tomas had brought her grandma to come live on the ranch with them and she'd thrived since they put her house on the market. She loved going out every day with the animals, and though she was getting old, she could still shift and meander after the two younger ones.

  Lydia wasn't sure entirely what their future would look like, but she felt confident that Tomas and her would find a way to make it work at this point. He was a pretty mellow, relaxed man and only put his foot down when he strongly believed in something. He was always willing to explain why he felt a certain way, and even if Lydia didn't always agree with him, he had a way of winning her over to his way of doing things.

  Smiling at him, she signed the final bit of paperwork and he slipped a simple gold ring on her finger. She hadn't wanted anything big or elaborate, and he was okay with that. While he had a lot of money, she didn't need to feel the need to spend it as fast as he could make it, and because of it he often tried to spoil her even when she didn't need anything.

  "I love you Lydia." Tomas took her into his arms and kissed her. "I know I haven't told you yet and I realize you need to hear the words. Thank you for having faith in me, and for giving me your heart and body. I'm looking forward to growing old with you, having more children down the road and spending my life by your side."

  "You're going to make me cry! Don't get all mushy on me," Lydia said and pinched his shoulder playfully and then smiled at him. "I love you too, but let's have this baby first before we talk about more. The first time he pees on you, you may change your mind about having another one."

  "They pee on you?" Tomas looked confused.

  "Well, sometimes when you change them, if you don't do it fast enough," Lydia started to laugh at the look of horror on his face. "And don't think you'll be getting out of diapers, it's not going to be all guns and horses. He has to get out of diapers before you can stick him on his own horse."

  "Well, how long will that be?" Tomas asked and chuckled, as he put her arm through his and then offered his other arm to her grandma to escort her out to the truck. They were having a small get together tonight at the ranch to celebrate their nuptials. He had decided to try to mend fences with the pack, and had invited them to come out to celebrate with him and his new wife.

  Driving back to the ranch, he couldn't but help feel how lucky and blessed he was that Lydia had been open minded to the chemistry between them, and hadn't let his personality, money, or domineering ways scare her off. He knew he could be a bit of a control freak at times, and she was never afraid to stand up to him, and sometimes especially in the bedroom, she even encouraged him.

  He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky to find such a wonderful woman who seemed to mesh with him completely, but he was thankful every day for her existence. Looking at her belly one more time, he couldn't wait to meet his son. They'd decided to name him Blake Daniel after his father.

  She'd never met his parents, but when she'd heard their story, she'd cried for his loss and he could just add that to the list of reasons why she's one of the best women he'd ever met. Kind, compassionate, not afraid of the horses, didn't mind getting dirty. Okay, she couldn't cook to save her life but that's what a house keeper was for.

  "What are you thinking about? You have a goofy expression on your face." Lydia mused as she watched him drive down the highway back towards the ranch.

  "How lucky I am to have you, and that you can't cook." He grinned at her and winked.

  "You're really going to hold that pot roast against me?" She groaned and buried her face in her hands for a moment, laughing hard.

  "Well, it was so bad the dogs wouldn't eat it, it's kind of hard to tell you I love your cooking when the dogs won't even touch it." He told her and gave her a look that said he still loved her anyways.

  "I promise I'll stay out of the kitchen. I think Marie would kill me if I burned another one of her oven pans black anyways." Lydia said laughing, remembering how Marie almost wept over the ruined pan after she'd destroyed the pot roast she'd tried to make to surprise Tomas with. He'd tried to eat it, but not even whisky was able to help get it down this throat.

  "I don't need you in the kitchen, I can think of many other rooms that I'd rather have you in anyways," He teased her, grinning.

  "Okay children, that's enough." Grandma said covering her ears, the flirting in the truck was getting a little too hot for her. "Save it for your wedding night."

  THE END

  Taken by the Cowboy Werewolf

  Chapter one

  “Sheila, you can’t be serious and this is not the way that you should be living your life. You can’t always be holed up in this apartment, looking at old scientific journals and coming up with new premises every single minute of the day. There has to be time for fun and relaxation and if you don’t get out there and enjoy yourself, then you are going to let life pass you by.” Lynn was one of my best friends and she had come over quite by accident to borrow my laptop. Now she was getting on her soapbox and telling me how to live my life. She was one to talk and she had been married twice already and couldn’t even hold down a job, even if her life depended on it.

  “I know that you’re a bit of a social butterfly, Lynn, but that’s not exactly who I am. I’ve always gone my own way and I will never allow anybody to dictate the terms of my life. You’re probably right and I should get out and there is an exhibit down town that I really would like to take in. They
have several artists from around the world that have collaborated to bring this once in a lifetime exhibition to this town. I just hope that people understand exactly what they are looking at.” I had been planning to go to the exhibit, but I had been caught up at work. When you own your own laboratory and are constantly trying to come up with new ideas to explain the universe, you tend to get lost in the moment.

  “Are you sure that it doesn’t have anything to do with your…weight problems?” She would be the one to ask that, especially with the way that she had turned her body into a temple of lust for all the boys. We met at an over eaters anonymous meeting and I came to the conclusion that I didn’t need their help. In moderation, I could eat healthy, but that didn’t negate the fact that I was big boned and would always be that way. “You would be surprised at how many guys that are out there that like a little more curve. If I had known that before, I wouldn’t have worked, so diligently to make myself into the carbon copy of a Barbie doll.”

  Lynn was blond; blue eyed and had fake breasts that entered into a room, before she did. She was always trying to fix what god gave her. I’d never gone into that superficial nonsense and I was quite happy with the way that I was living my life. She’d come over here wearing this slinky red dress that hugged her body in all the right ways. I had this interest to see what was hiding underneath, but mostly a scientific curiosity and nothing more. I couldn’t admit that I had feelings for Lynn and that they went way and beyond platonic. I’d seen her in the shower one time at a health spa. I wanted to crawl over to her and show her just what it was like to experiment. I knew that I would never cross that line, but it was fun to think about.

  “Lynn, I think that you should come with me to the exhibit. You need to broaden your horizons and step outside of your comfort zone. With that dress on, I’m sure that you will be one of the only girls there that will be hit on by a medley of different guys.” The only way to bring her along was to appeal to her vanity. I grabbed my knee length leather coat, pulling my brown hair into a ponytail and slipping on my intellectual glasses. I could wear contacts, but I didn’t feel a need to slip something into my eyes.

  I was a little squeamish about some things, including touching an eyeball, but that was only scratching the surface of those things that made me shiver.

  “I’m not sure that going to that exhibit is going to be something that I’m going to like. You’ve always been into that highbrow stuff and I’m more down to earth.” What she meant to say was that I was polished and educated and she was from the street and lived by the seat of her pants. We probably would never be friends, except for the fact that we had met in that meeting. “I think that I’m going to pass on this one, but I’m glad to see that you’re finally getting out amongst the living. Just be careful, because there have been reports of something lurking in the darkness. Two women have already been killed and one man is in a coma from whatever is out there. I’m not sure what this town is coming to.

  “You know that I don’t believe in any of that kind of stuff. My father made sure that when I was growing up that I didn’t believe in the boogeyman or monsters. It’s probably some rabid dog or a wolf in the forest that has come out to forage for food. It sees a smorgasbord of humans and it has no choice, but to act on its primal nature. We should not condemn what they do. We should be fascinated by how they survive by any measure necessary.” I could see that she wasn’t buying what I was trying to sell.

  “I sometimes think, Shelia that you are not exactly the same, as all the rest of us. You look at things differently. Not everything has a scientific reason behind it. Sometimes you have to dispel your disbelief. A wise man used to say that anything is possible.” I had no idea who said that and I didn’t even think that she had a clue what she was talking about.

  We walked down the stairs together and I knew that tonight was going to be one of those nights that she would find herself taking that walk of shame in the morning. I had had only one, one night stand and I could say with some degree of certainty that I would never want to do it again. I’d only done it, because I had a scientific curiosity and that led to me doing one thing different per day, just to say that I had done it. It mostly, involved reading a novel that had escaped me during my youth.

  “Sheila, you may not believe in things that go bump in the night, but it’s always good to be prepared. Even somebody with science should be on alert and know exactly what’s going on around her at all times.” She passed me a can of pepper spray and I was hesitant to take it, but she was very determined to make sure that I had something to protect myself. I had no interest in guns, so this was a good compromise.

  “I’ll take it under protest, but only because it’s going to make you feel better and not me.” I didn’t think that I would ever have a need to use it, but I suppose it was nice to have it…just in case. “Besides, I’m going to be in a reputable part of town and you’re going to be walking on the other side of the tracks. I’ll have police in the area and you’re going someplace where the police don’t even want to step into, unless absolutely necessary.” I had slipped on a blue and black dress. The top was blue and the bottom was black. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that it was two different pieces of attire.

  I got into my black equinox and I felt secure in driving on these icy roads in the middle of winter. My father taught me many things, but the one thing he did not teach me was how to drive. That inevitable task was given to my uncle and he swore by 4 X 4’s. I may be in the sciences and I had my eye on the Nobel Prize, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t get down and dirty with the best of them. Coming from a one child family, I was afforded the opportunity do just about anything that I wanted to.

  The temperature was shifting and the nights were getting cooler. This rain was cold and you could see the shiny surface of the pavement. That indicated that there was a modicum of black ice, but I had no worries. Putting the truck into 4 X 4 gave me the traction and security that I was looking for.

  I wasn’t exactly sure where this exhibit was, but all I really had to do was press in the location to my GPS. It would do the rest and I was always marveled by technology. It was amazing the leaps and bounds that this century had taken. I was worried that the world was going to implode on itself. Most people didn’t realize that technology was taking over our lives a little bit more each day.

  I played classical music and let it flow through my senses. It wasn’t just about hearing the music, but it was living in the music and feeling it flowing around you. Everything had a vibration and even the human body was conditioned with impulses and nerve endings to make you feel alive. That particular piece was from Mozart and I actually had my hands moving in the air. To those that were watching from other vehicles, they must the thought that I had lost what was left of my mind.

  Chapter two

  I was driving with two hands on the steering wheel, never once deviating from that or trying to look cool with one hand.

  I saw a blur of motion, but I had no idea what I was looking at. It was too quick for the human eye. I slammed on the brakes, but I did hit something and I could hear a whimper of disapproval from whatever it was. It bounced off my hood and continued moving, until it was lost in the shadows. I was tempted to get out and render aid, but apparently it wasn’t necessary. I did see a tendril of blood on my hood and whatever I had made an impact with was injured in some way.

  All I had was a semblance of something furry. It must’ve been that wild animal that everybody was talking about. If I had a semblance of mind, I should’ve grabbed my camera and put it on time lapse. That would have given me everything that I needed and I could’ve gone over it one frame at a time.

  I arrived at the exhibit and it was one of those nondescript out of the way places that was all the rage these days. There was no valet parking, but there was a parking structure right near the facility. I drove in, pressing for the card and then finding a spot near the very front. This car was pulling out and I veered in to
take over that coveted position.

  I was glad that I was wearing my boots. If I had gone with heels, I probably would have killed myself from tip toeing over this icy surface. As it was, I was still taking ginger steps and doing my best not to slide all the way down to the road again. I hugged my black leather jacket to my considerable frame. My bodacious body was insulated from the cold that was most likely making others feel it to the bone.

  “It’s really nice to see you again, Sheila.” Tanner was always putting on these insane exhibits. He always wanted to make people think and the one thing that he prided himself on was working with artists that didn’t think the same way as others. He liked the more macabre, those pieces that made you stand there and cock your head to the side and wonder what the hell you were looking at. It was those pieces that were on display. “I think that you’ll enjoy this. One artist comes from Cambodia and you can see the destitution in his work. His brush strokes are genius and you get lost in the imagery.” He was wearing a half white tuxedo and red pants.

  “I have heard about this exhibit and I was meaning to come here long before now. I do hope that it’s worth my time.” I didn’t mean to sound pretentious, but these were going to be several hours of my life that I couldn’t take back. It was like watching one of those Blockbuster movies and then coming out of it shaking your head, because you could’ve been doing something a lot more productive.

  The first thing that I noticed was that the place was packed. Most of these people had no idea why they were there, except that it was what everybody else was doing. I’d never got caught up in that kind of trapping and then I saw him standing there. I had to wonder what would bring a man like him into a place like this.

  He had a cowboy hat in his hand, a Stetson that looked more at home at the rodeo or in some kind of farm. Not here at an exhibit for the arts. His hair was slicked back, dark and short, but he seemed to be looking at this piece with a tear in his eye.