She flicks a stray hair out of her face. “Sacred Sinners have parties, and we’re invited to some. That’s where the Sacred Sister cupcakes were first brought to life. A club sister named Bink loved my cupcakes and suggested I use her cookie. . . ” Her eyes drift to the side, breaking her train of thought, and my stomach grumbles at the memory of those delicious cupcakes.
I snap my fingers to steal her attention back.
Shaking her head to clear it, she meets my eyes. “Um. . .Mags.” She points her finger and lifts her chin toward the garage where I last saw Lachlan standing and drinking beer.
I turn to see what she’s looking at, and my heart drops out of my chest. There’s some fake blonde bimbo in a micro miniskirt and a tube top, standing in front of Lachlan and talking to him as her sleazy little finger runs up and down his chest. Oh hell no! I pick my heart off the grass, dust it off, and shock it with some electricity before my temper flares to volcanic proportions. That’s my fucking chest to touch! Not hers!
“I’ll be right back,” I growl to Whisky, and stalk across the lawn like a woman on a mission. Lachlan notices me coming right away but doesn’t show any emotion.
The bitch has the audacity to take a step closer to him, her tits grazing his stomach. Those tits better get off those abs before I rip them off and feed them to Pirate!
I don’t even think when I wrap my hand around her stick forearm and rip it away from him.
“Off!” I snap, shoving her backward.
“What the hell?!” She slaps my bicep with her free hand, triggering me to grab it, too, and keep walking her backward until she’s a good fifteen feet from him. “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” she yells, trying to shake her arms free of my hold. Unable to control myself, she winces as I dig my nails into her flesh to make my point known.
Glaring into her eyes, even though she’s about five inches taller than me in heels, I curl my lip in disgust. “You do not touch him. Do you fucking understand me, cunt?!” Oh. My. God. I’m going to hell. Fuck it! Liquid courage to the rescue. “Do you?!” I growl menacingly as the urge to shove her to the ground and stomp on her head rattles through my skull. Air pistons in and out of my fire breathing lungs as my body shakes with unspent adrenaline.
“He’s not yours, and Meredith’s gone.” She dips her bimbo-head, snarling in my face.
“The hell he isn’t mine! You will not touch him again, or I will break both of those bony-ass legs of yours. Are we of understanding?” Forcefully, I shove her backward, while keeping my hands wrapped around her forearms. She screams, stumbling, before I yank her back upright and release her from my clutches, her skin bruising instantly under my claw marks. “Fair warning, bitch. You and all of your little friends need to keep their hands,” I wave my finger to her, and all of the onlookers that my ridiculous overreaction has drawn, “and whatever the hell else, far away from Lachlan, or you’ll have to deal with me!” I thumb point to my chest.
I don’t have a damn clue where all of this bold sassiness suddenly came from, but I’m summoning my inner Whisky to get through it, or else I think I might crumble to the ground and bawl like a child. Why am I acting like I’m possessed?
“Are you going to let her talk to me like that, Smoke?” The blonde bimbo glances over my shoulder to him. My palm itches at my side, needing to slap her across the face.
Calm the fuck down, Mags.
If only I could.
I’m. So. Fuckin’. Hard. Right. Now. That I barely register Carrie talkin’ tae me.
“Smoke,” Carrie whines as Mags stands in front of her, blockin’ her way tae me. Mags’s arms are crossed tightly over her sexy tits.
My cock jumps, rubbin’ pre-come inside my kilt. I groan at the feelin’ and lean my shoulder against the garage, foldin’ my arms across my chest tae keep from explodin’. My eyes drop tae Mags’s fine arse in that skirt, and I taste my bottom lip.
Carrie was flirtin’ with me and I’d overlooked her advances; she does nothin’ for me. Then all hell broke loose when Mags saw her touch me. I almost interjected tae stop her from blowin’ up, but my balls needed me tae grab ‘em before they blew themselves. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire bloody life.
I lift my chin tae Bonez tae let him know I’ve got this handled. He was on his way over tae break up the fight when Sniper grabbed him and held him back. Bonez lifts his chin in return, relief washin’ over his features.
My gaze shifts tae my sister, who’s frozen in shock. Pretty sure the whole damn yard is feelin’ the same way. I’ve never heard my lassie cuss, and I sure as hell haven’t seen her close tae kickin’ a woman’s arse. Not that I’d mind as long as she doesn’t get hurt.
“Isn’t Meredith out of the picture? Doesn’t that make you single?” Carrie’s losin’ her patience, ‘cause I haven’t replied tae her. She takes a step forward, and Mags puts her palm up, pushin’ it between Carrie’s tits.
“Now that’s close enough. I’ve already warned you once. Don’t make me follow through,” Mags warns with conviction, and I groan once more at the fierce sound of her voice standin’ up for me. Nobody has ever done that. Meredith was never threatened by another lass in our entire marriage. At least not until the end when Mags moved in, then Meredith became jealous. Cannae blame her. There’s a helluva lot tae be jealous of. Mags is perfect.
“Aye, the divorce is final,” I answer, and Mags whips around, her hair flyin’ and eyes as round as saucers.
“It’s done?” she pants, her tits risin’ and fallin’ with each heavy breath.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Thor, the slimy bastard, unlatch his mouth from some lassie’s tit long enough tae catch what’s goin’ on. A light bulb must click in his head, because he stands and starts tae walk his way over, the other lass a distant memory.
“Magdalene,” he calls out, and I react, not givin’ a fuck.
Saunterin’ up tae Mags, her eyes widen further when my abs brush her breasts, our bodies touchin’. Thor calls her name again, and she ignores him as I bend down, grab two glorious handfuls of her arse, and lift her so she’s forced tae wrap her legs around my waist. She expels a tiny, surprised squeal and locks her hands around my neck. My cock lurches when her pussy settles on him, her ankles hookin’ over the top of my arse.
With a possessive growl, my head dips and I nuzzle my nose tae her neck. She moans loudly, tightenin’ her legs around my waist, grindin’ her pussy over my throbbin’ cock. I inhale, runnin’ my nose up and down, gettin’ drunk on her scent. My tongue lashes out, tastin’ what I’ve been achin’ tae touch for far too long. She thrusts her hips on contact, and I grab her arse harder, usin’ it tae lessen the ache in my balls. Even if I cannae fuck her, I’ll savor her this way.
Glidin’ my tongue down tae her collarbone, she whimpers, “Oh, god,” spurrin’ me on.
I’m gonna have my mouth on her all bloody night.
Oh. My. . .Mmm. . .Yes. . .I’m going to come. It’s about to happen. It’s been so damn long.
Using my legs to ride up and down his dick, my clit gets the friction it needs to crash over into beautiful oblivion. I couldn’t care less if people are watching when all I can feel are his hands digging into my ass. His scent that makes me dizzy, and his tongue as he kisses and sucks my neck fervently causes me to become blissfully lost in all that is him.
Releasing a hungry groan, his teeth nibble just below my ear, and that’s all it takes. I squeeze tighter, my body tensing, and suddenly, my world comes apart, shattering in white-hot ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I scream a moan and throw my head back, digging my fingers into the back of his neck as I ride the wave of sated perfection. My body shudders and he grinds his dick harder against me, rolling my climax into a long, full body experience. My toes curl on reflex as a shorter wave peaks and fizzles out.
Breathing in sharp, staccato breaths, Lachlan’s body freezes. His hands grip my bottom so hard it’ll bruise, as he thrusts his hips one more time. A low husky growl purrs from his lips,
and his body begins to tremble.
Did he just. . .
Abruptly, I’m set on my wobbly legs and Lachlan dashes behind the garage. The sounds of him purging his guts into the grass breaks my heart and levels me out.
Sweeping the sweat from my forehead with my hand, I right my skirt and hair as I try to pretend that everyone didn’t just watch me experience the best orgasm in my entire flippin’ life.
Scared but determined, I walk around the back of the garage.
What if he says something even worse than he did before?
Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, knees to his chest, Lachlan peeks at me, his face sweaty and red. Extending his legs outward, he pats his lap. “Come.” He waves me forward, and I comply, sitting on his iron thighs, but not cuddling close. He doesn’t seem to like this and he curls his arms around my shoulders, tugging me so my butt touches his crotch, my side to his front.
Lachlan presses a tiny kiss to my damp forehead. “I’m sorry aboot that.”
About what? I’m not. I just came for the first time in a long damn time. Apparently, he liked it enough, too, if he came.
“I’m not,” I mutter, staring at my lap, the moon barely illuminating my skin. It’s dark out here.
“I dunno what tae do around ye,” he whispers, coaxing my head to lay on his shoulder. I settle closer, drawing my legs into his lap, my body molding to his. His arms hold me, and I sigh in sated contentment, snuggling into his warmth.
“I don’t know what to do around you either. You’re always mad.” I don’t know why it slips out. I can’t control the word vomit. When it starts, it’s hard to stop.
“I’m not mad. I’m confused.”
My heart skips a beat at those words. Not mad, but confused. I can deal with confused. I can help him with confused.
“Is that why you throw up after you. . .you know?” I have to know why he does this. It’s killing me.
He sets his lips on my forehead, and the smell of mint drifts to my nose, mingling with his addictive scent. I stifle a pleasured groan. “I dunno why. It’s been happenin’ for years. I cannae come without that happenin’ afterward.”
Why does it feel like he’s not telling me the whole story?
“Why did you just. . .you know. . .out there?” Gosh, what kind of person am I? I can’t even say the words. Come. How difficult is that?
“I got a cock, Mags. It dinnae take much for ye tae get me hard. And with ye comin’ while grindin’ on me, there’s na bloody way I could’ve stopped it.”
My belly flutters, and I rub my cheek on his upper chest. He couldn’t have stopped it. That’s probably the sexiest thing any man has ever said to me.
I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Brian at a time like this, but it’s inevitable when I can’t forget all of those times Brian and I dry humped like horny teenagers. Brian never came, and I only did sometimes. Tonight, I couldn’t have stopped it either. There’s too much sexual tension, too much want, too much need, and way too much chemistry for me not to combust. Why is this different than before? I don’t understand.
“Ye know, I didnae tell ye how bon—beautiful ye look tonight.” His finger traces lines on my legs. It both tickles and feels good over my thigh-highs.
“No, you didn’t,” I agree, and all of that weird fluttery feeling grows wilder, like a flock of seagulls dancing the tango in my belly.
“Well, ye do. Ye always look nice.” That finger roams higher, tracing the line of my skirt that’s barely concealing my white panties underneath. “Ye’re skin is soft,” he whispers to himself. “And it smells good.” His nose presses to my hair, inhaling audibly. “Just like yer hair. It always smells like strawberries or coconut.” He groans and my lady parts rekindle their flame, craving more affection.
Turning into him, I lay my palm flat on his pec before tracing my own lazy lines over the muscle, in the deep valley between that’s dusted with hair, then to the other mountain of his pec. His breathing accelerates as a rising thickness prods the outside of my thigh. Gliding my finger higher, I trace his corded neck up to his jaw and through his scratchy goatee. “This is sexy,” I accidently mutter, and his body stiffens below me, holding his breath.
Captivated, I decide to keep going. Down the other side of his neck, I trace until I dip into the hollow. He gulps, exhaling a shuddering breath. Moving lower, back to where I’ve been before, my nail catches a hard nipple through his shirt, and the thickness touching my thigh lurches. I do it again, and I’m rewarded with the same reaction.
Lachlan slaps his hand on top of mine, flattening my palm to his chest. “Ye have tae stop doin’ that,” he whispers, pained.
“You like it, though.” I know he does—he has an erection—and I like it, too, because it turns me on when I get to touch him.
His hand cuffs around mine, intimately holding it, his pulse beating against my palm. “I know I like it. . .but I cannae have ye doin’ that.” His words render no conviction, so I use my nose to nuzzle him instead.
Inside the hollow of his neck, I trace the tip of my nose in a circle before pressing a tiny kiss there. A groan vibrates in his chest, and I kiss him again, slipping the tip of my tongue out to taste him. It’s heaven.
“Mags,” he breathes heavily, “ye have tae stop.”
“Why?” I whisper, and sample his neck once more, running my tongue in soft circles.
Suddenly, fingers are tangled in my mess of hair, tugging my head and body upright, so I’m unable to touch any more of him. I protest with a small whine.
“I said na.” He tilts my head until I meet his penetrating gaze. “Ye’re makin’ me. . .”
“Hard,” I interrupt quietly.
His tongue sweeps his bottom lip, and he growls. “Aye.”
“And you don’t like that.”
“Aye.” He licks his bottom lip again, his eyes never leaving mine as they darken and his lids drop to half-mast.
“Why don’t you like that?” I squirm, worried what his reply might be.
His erection nudges my leg another time, as his eyes leave mine and his chin drops to his chest, where he expels a long sigh. Fingers untangle from my hair, falling away. “I cannae like it, Mags.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
He scrubs the top of his head, exhausting another sigh. “I just cannae.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Aye,” he whispers, so softly that I barely hear him.
“Do I make you feel good?”
“All the time.” I can feel the pain laced through his hushed words.
As much as I shouldn’t take pleasure in his confession, I do. A finality of something, something huge, settles upon me. I feel stronger. It’s hard to explain. But it feels right. Good and right. Like it’s all going to be okay. That I’m going to be okay. And with my help, Lachlan will be, too.
“Smile even if it hurts. It could always be worse.” My grams’s words ring through, echoing in my mind as if she’d just spoken them yesterday. “I might be dying, but you’re alive and you’ll continue to live on. And through you, my joy for life will live on, too. Don’t let that go. Hold on tight, and fight. I know you’ll make me proud.” I’ve lived the last ten years not living up to that promise to make her proud. Maybe now I can.
Brushing Lachlan’s hand off his head, it drops to the wayside and I lift his chin with my finger, forcing him to meet my eyes. He frowns with a pouty bottom lip. “When you’re around, you make me feel good, too.” I pause to let those words sink in. They’re difficult for me to admit, and my stomach’s cramping as I speak them, but he deserves to know, even if his eyes and his face tell me he thinks I’m lying.
When his eyes dart away, I jostle his chin for him to return his gaze, and he does. Then I continue with what I need to say. Nervously, my hands begin to tremble. “I love listening to you interact with Bridget. . .I love the way you walk and talk, and dress. Even if your clothes are so tight, I can see every part of you underneat
h, which kills me. . .” He tries to look away and I jerk his chin once more. “No, you need to hear this. . .” His eyes blink their understanding, even though he remains devoid of emotion, except for the one thing revealing his unease—the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply. “You’re supposed to take joy out of life, Lachlan.” I lean in to gently kiss his cheek, and linger there for a moment, savoring his warmth under my lips as his cheek twitches. Then I return to meet his gaze, which is now clouded over. He’s shutting down. I sense it as his shoulders unexpectedly slump forward. Powering on, with my nerves gnawing me, my voice wavers in conviction. “You’re supposed to grab on to the things that make you feel good, and enjoy what you have. Not hide from it. And not try to push it away. Is that why you can’t be my friend?”
For so long, I was tied-up in my own mind that I didn’t see that maybe he doesn’t want to be my friend because he’s attracted to me. Because he’s scared. Or hurt. Or something else that he hasn’t told me, or anyone else. I can deny all day long that he doesn’t feel something, even though I know he does. His hardness that’s holding strong as it brushes against me is enough evidence to know the attraction is mutual. . .that there’s more here. And if that wasn’t enough proof, the intense feelings swimming in my heart would be enough to tip the scales tenfold. . .no. . .a hundred fold.
Twisting his head so I release his chin, Lachlan tips his head back, resting against the garage, his eyes cast on the sparkling sky above. “I’ve spent years. . .” He speaks low and slow, gaining momentum. “. . .years dealin’ with Meredith, dealin’ with my own fucked up head issues. . . I. . .I dunno know much else, Mags.” He shrugs. “I spent years in the Navy. Saw things. Lived with them. And durin’ part of that time, I had Meredith tae deal with, too. I dinnae talk aboot the issues I had with her. Although I’m bloody well sure ye know some of it, since my sister has a big fuckin’ mouth.”
“I know some,” I whisper, not wishing to deter him.
“I figured ye did. Whisky’s been houndin’ my arse since I saved ye. Said I needed tae see what was right in front of me. Tae stop worryin’ aboot Meredith and all the bloody bullshit she put me through. Focus on the now, and not what I’ve been dealin’ with for seventeen years.”
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