Taken Captive By The Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  "What are you doing here?" He asked her, curiously and then a sly grin crossed his face. "Not that I'm complaining. I am glad to see you."

  She'd meant to do it carefully, tactfully, gracefully. But how it came out was anything but. She punched him in the arm and burst out into tears.

  "Uhm. Lydia? Are you okay?" Tomas asked her, his eyes going wide. He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tight, rubbing her back as she sobbed so hard she hiccupped.

  "You bastard. You got me pregnant. I hate you." Lydia managed to wheez out between the sobs and then buried her face against his shoulder and let the shock of everything just come out. When her meltdown was finished, he wiped the tears off her face and took her inside to the living room. Lydia stared at the wall and felt her stomach grow tight as the memory of him screwing her brains out right there was etched forever into her brain.

  "You're pregnant?" He asked her calmly and searched her face as he looked at her and held one of her hands in his own. He sat a few inches from her on the couch where he'd had her sit, but his body language was relaxed and not stressed out. She wondered how he could stay so calm.

  "Yes. This is all your fault. I haven't been able to work I've been so sick and then my grandma had me take a test and it's not the flu. It's a baby. Your baby! I cannot believe you got me pregnant." She growled at him.

  "Well, that sometimes happen when you get carried away and aren't careful." He told her and then grinned at her. "Hot damn, I'm gonna be a daddy."

  "You're not upset?" Lydia blinked at him.

  Tomas let out a half laugh, "Why do you think I wanted help finding a wife?"

  "You got me pregnant on purpose then!" Lydia accused him angrily. She felt like she'd been setup, although they'd only had sex once, how was he supposed to know she'd be fertile. It didn't make a lot of sense.

  "Well, it didn't really occur to me in the middle of what we were doing that you'd get pregnant, but anytime you have unprotected sex, pregnancy can be a side effect. I haven't had any luck with those dating sites of finding a suitable woman and I know I like you. All things considered, this situation could be worse." Tomas took her hand in his own. "Marry me Lydia, I promise I'll take care of you and the baby and any future babies we might have. I know were sexually compatible and I like your wit and company and fire. Your passion is one of those things that so many women are missing in life. I know this isn't what or how you would want something like this, and I honestly was trying to figure out how to get you to go out on another date with me before you showed up here. I like you. I was going to ask you out again before this."

  "Then why have you ignored me for the last few weeks?" Lydia asked him suspiciously. He wasn't the type to lie, but at this point she wasn't sure she trusted him further than she could throw him.

  "Would you have said yes?" Tomas asked her quietly. When she paused and then shook her head no he gave her a hard look. "Exactly. I was trying to figure out the best course of action to win you over."

  "Win me over?" Lydia searched his face, trying to understand what he meant.

  Tomas put his hand to her cheek and looked into her eyes. "You're kind of easily spooked. You require a gentle hand and finesse and it has to be your idea or you don't really seem open to taking suggestions. You're not the type of girl you can just push around and get your way without hurting your feelings. You deserve respect, and I was trying to figure out how to meet what you needed and wait for you to come around to the idea. I was hoping if I had you start finding me a wife, working closely with you, it would give me time to seduce you and win your heart. I got lucky you fell in bed with me that night, I don't regret getting you pregnant, though I wasn't thinking about that when it happened."

  "I am not a horse," Lydia's brows knitted together, not sure whether to be offended, or flattered at his wording.

  "No, if you were a horse, I'd have already won you over." He chuckled and pulled her into his arms before she could react and stop him. "I am glad you are here tonight. I'm fine with having a baby, I'm fine with you being the one to have my baby. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you and I wasn't going to give up until I made you mine. One night isn't enough. I want a life time with you."

  "How can you know so fast that you want me?" Lydia blinked at him in confusion.

  "I just do. My wolf knows you're my mate, I can tell were compatible in all the areas that count, and I find you intelligent, beautiful and accomplished, what more could a man want?" He asked her gently and before she could answer him he kissed her. When she melted against him, he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close.

  Eventually he pulled back and looked at her.

  "I won't deny the chemistry between us, but do you really think that's enough?" Lydia asked him and hesitated. When he kissed her, it made her forget everything else in this world except the way her lips felt against his, his strong arms wrapping around her body. She wanted him.

  "I think it's more than a lot of people have. I think we will have mutual respect, admiration, we both are shifters, we won't need to keep secrets from each other. Around here, we can shift and run freely. Our children will be free to play and run and not worry about a human parent. You don't care about my money, I can take care of you, but I appreciate that you work and do your own thing and are a capable woman."

  "I don't like being told what to do, and you're the kind of man who will want to boss me around." Lydia told him and then pressed her hand to his cheek. "I need you to be willing to compromise, and explain things and tell me your motivations for things. I'm a lot more likely to cooperate if you communicate with me. I know you're a big bad wolf and used to getting your way, but I'm a cat and I do things my way."

  "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 gra
ndma.

  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.