Kiltnapped [Kilt, Kilty, Kilted 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  “I guess that answers that question.”

  Turning to the two men who had followed her down the hall. “Try not to wake him. He just flew in from overseas.”

  The men nodded and each grabbed two boxes. It only took a few minutes before everything except her carry-on bag, backpack, and Ewan’s luggage were all that remained. Once they cleared the room, she closed the door once more and followed them to the front door just in time to meet the men sent by Mr. Tyler and get them started packing and removing everything else in the house.

  As the men worked, she stepped out the back door and, holding her tiger’s eye pendant in one hand, allowed herself a few minutes to grieve. She had only owned the house for two years, and when she had bought it she thought she would live there forever. But she had an appointment with a friend who was a realtor and who had stated she already had several prospects who might be interested and who would love it as much as Paisley did.

  Jordan had agreed to act as her power of attorney when it came time to sign the paperwork so that she would not have to fly back for the closing. She had also agreed to sell Paisley’s Jeep and deposit the money in her bank account. Once the men finished moving the last of her things out, the last ties holding her here would be severed and she would be free to leave with Ewan as soon as they booked passage home.

  She still had not looked into the process for becoming a citizen yet, but surely Ewan knew an attorney who could guide them through the process.

  “Lass? Are ye a’right?” Ewan’s voice asked softly just before muscular arms wrapped around her body and hugged her gently.

  “Just letting go,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a watery smile. “Once the men finish, we’ll be able to leave. I was going to stay with Jordan, but now that you’re here I think we should go downtown to a hotel.”

  “If tha’s what ye want,” Ewan said, rubbing his cheek up and down hers, his silky beard sending shivers of need straight to her clit.

  “Mmmm, that’s what I want. A nice room with a big bed and room service,” she said, turning in his arms and wrapping hers around his back. He had redressed, this time in jeans and a polo. “What happened to the kilt?”

  “Fergus said I had ta wear it when I arrived, so I put it on at the airport. Something about how women loved a man in a kilt and I’d need the advantage to woo me way back inta yer heart. Normally I only wear the damn thing fer weddings or clan gatherin’s or the like. But fer ye I’ll wear it all the time, though ’tis damn chilly in the wintertime.”

  Paisley could not help herself and began to giggle. “Yes, women do love to see a Highland in a kilt, but I don’t care what you’re wearing. I love you anyway. But can I make a request for you to wear your kilt at our wedding?”

  Ewan sighed dramatically before smiling down as he pulled her even closer. “Aye, lass, I suppose ye can demand that o’ me, but only if I get ta choose what ye’ll be wearin’.”

  Paisley twisted her mouth to the side as she considered that. “I suppose that will work.”

  “Verra well, we’ll go shoppin’ this afternoon,” Ewan said, already envisioning the dress he wanted his woman to wear when they married.”

  “This afternoon? Why?”

  “Ye dinna think I’d be taken ye back ta Scotland without marrying ye proper here first, did ya?” he asked.

  Paisley blinked. “I just assumed we would be married at the keep.”

  Ewan smiled at her, that smile that told her he loved her despite her stupidity about most things Scottish. “’Tis no’ the way things are done at home, lass. No, we’ll have our marriage recorded here as soon as we can, and then we’ll do it again when we get home.”

  Paisley thought for a second and realized how very romantic her man was for wanting to be married to her twice, in two different countries. “Are ye sure ye don’t just want ta handfast me for a year and a day to make sure ye can put up with me before we follow through with all the wedding falderal?” she said in the thickest brogue she could manage.

  “Aye, lass, I’m sure. Ye’ve been mine since the day ye was born, and I dunna plan ta lose ye now. Besides, I believe Jordan could use a little assurance that I’m not goin’ ta take ye off and sell ye ta the Gypsies the first chance I get.”

  “All right then. Today we’ll move to the hotel, tomorrow I’ll meet with the realtor about selling the house, and Monday we’ll go to the courthouse and see about getting married.”

  “And then we’ll go ta the beach and have a honeymoon afore we head home,” Ewan added with a wickedly sexy laugh. “But first I think we need a little pre-wedding play.”

  He bent down and planted his shoulder in her stomach before straightening. With her hanging from his shoulder, he went back inside and found the men who were working on packing up the kitchen. “Gentlemen, we would appreciate it if ye’d take a break fer abou’ an hour so we can celebrate our engagement.”

  The men eyed Paisley, who was laughing like a lunatic, before nodding and heading toward the front door. Ewan followed, closing and throwing the deadbolt once the men were out. Then he headed down the hall to the only room that still belonged to his woman.

  Setting her down, he laid his hands on her shoulders and held her still while he got nose-to-nose for a serious discussion of the rules before he stripped them both and fucked her until neither of them could move. “Now, lass of me heart, there’ll be no escapin’ me from here on out. And if something tragic occurs, ye damn well better be sharin’ the bad news with me, not jes’ runnin’ off without tellin’ me a thing. Do ye understand what I’m telling ye?”

  Paisley nodded, eyes wide and so filled with love, his need for lying down the law slipped away, replaced by days and days of mighty need for the woman.

  “Then strip off those clothes and show me how a proper wife should apologize to her husband,” he said, taking a step back and planting hands on hips with his feet spread in an attitude similar to that of the king in the movie “Anna and the King.”

  Paisley smiled as she toed off her shoes, tossing them in a pile near their luggage. “Yes, me laird,” she said.

  * * * *

  Moving around the room to music only she heard, Paisley slowly stripped off her clothes, making it as sexy as she could and hoping she didn’t look too silly. But a glance at the bulge at the front of Ewan’s jeans told her he was not unaffected by her actions. Once she was naked, she walked around the room like she had seen strippers in movies do, then got down on hands and knees and crawled across the room toward him.

  By this time she could see he was trembling. With a smile she sat up and reached for the waistband of his jeans. Slipping her hand behind the zipper, she unzipped him then pulled the pants down to his knees. Ewan’s patience must have run out, for he reached down and stripped his shirt over his head. Without boxers to contain it, his cock flipped forward, bopping her on the nose.

  She laughed as she wrapped her right hand around the bottom half of the stalk and slowly dragged her tongue across the pre-cum-coated head. “Hello there. Have you missed me?” she asked.

  “Hell yes, we’ve missed ye,” Ewan growled from above as his hands came down on her shoulders. “Take care, lass, as he’s primed and ready ta blow at any second.”

  Paisley dropped her head back and smiled up at her man before she said, “That’s good, because so am I. I just hope he has more than one in him.” With that licked her way up the underside of his cock before taking the head and as much as she could into her mouth.

  Ewan groaned and growled and made all the sexy noises that made Paisley want to spend the rest of the day right where she was. But his hips began to shift as he fucked her mouth in short quick strokes, telling her without words that he was too close to play for long.

  Close her lips around his shaft, she began to suck on him in earnest. Her right hand slid up and down the lower half of his cock while her left hand reached up and cupped his balls then rolled them gently in her fingertips. She could feel his cock growing e
ven thicker just seconds before he roared and his hips snapped with even more forward thrust.

  She began to swallow as his life fluid pulsed out the tip and across her tongue. She savored the taste even as she swallowed quickly to keep from losing a single drop. When he finished, she gently licked him clean before pulling off of him.

  Before she could say a word, he was on his knees and kissing her, tasting his seed on her. He helped her to lie down on the sleeping bag before he stood and finished stripping his shoes and jeans off for her. Then, in an action that mimicked hers just moments before, he crawled across the floor toward her, not stopping until his body was between her legs and his tongue was stroking over her entrance and up to her clit.

  “Ah, lass, ye taste jes’ as I remember, sweet and tart and so damn delicious it makes me want ta spend the rest of me days right here.”

  Paisley giggled even as she gasped and began to pant with the arousal that had already been high, but now rocketed toward the peak. “Ewan!” she cried as he slipped two fingers inside her as he took her clit between his lips and sucked hard.

  He kept her orgasm going, not releasing her until she begged for more. “Please, me laird. Please fuck me. Fill me with your cock, your love, your seed.”

  Then she screamed as he drove her over the edge once more.

  When she woke, he was crouched over her, resting on his forearms as just the head of his cock traveled up and down the centerline between her legs, gently brushing over her clit then down to gather her juices at her opening, then farther down to her back hole before returning up and starting the trip all over again.

  “Please,” she whispered as she grabbed hold of his hips. “Please fuck me.”

  “Aye, lass, but we’ll no’ be doing anythin’ hard and fast. Jes’ a slow, easy ride,” he said as his cock slowly parted her pussy lips and slipped inside.

  Even though she had come several times, Paisley still felt out of control as he slowly pressed deeper and deeper.

  She wanted more.

  She needed more.

  Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his hips and at the same time thrust her hips up so he was balls-deep in her in the next heartbeat.

  He frowned down at her, but she saw the fire in his eyes so she was not too worried. “Lass, yer close ta earning yerself a spankin’ if ye dinna behave. We hafta take things slow and easy until after the babe comes. I dunna wanta harm the child by being too enthusiastic in our lovin’.”

  Paisley blinked. “How did you know about the baby? I just took the test a couple days ago.”

  Ewan smiled down at her as he began the slow slide out until just the bulbous head of his cock remained within her grasp before reversing direction and easing back in. “Lass, we’ve been soul tied by our dreams and more since forever. That plus in all the months we were together, I ne’er used any protection. Plus, Fergus told me before I left.”

  Though her body wanted to stop talking and fuck, her mind was concerned. “Is it okay I’m pregnant? I mean, you do want children, don’t you?”

  “Lass, ’tis better than okay. ’Tis also one of the reasons we’re goin’ ta be married before we leave this country.”

  Paisley smiled. “Well, okay then. Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out. Now, fuck me until you melt my bones.”

  “Aye, ’twill be me pleasure, melady,” Ewan said, dropping his body down so his chest hair rubbed against her breasts that had just started to grow bigger and more sensitive.

  It was not long before the emotional and physical ties had them both calling out in harmony as they came. And then they curled together and relaxed until the doorbell rang, signaling their hour alone was over.

  Epilogue

  The flight across the Atlantic from Philadelphia to Edinburgh was just as long as she remembered it, but Ewan kept her from being bored. That plus first class seating instead of coach added immeasurably to her comfort, allowing her to sleep in a large comfortable recliner instead of an upright chair squeezed between the person next to her and the window. At four months along, the pregnancy was just beginning to show, earning her extra attention from the flight attendants.

  She woke with a smile just in time to hear the engines’ drone change timbre. Raising the window screen beside her seat, she looked down to see the countryside below through thin to barely there clouds. Her heart gave a little squeeze of excitement, knowing she was returning to the place she was meant to be.

  “Good dreams, lass?”

  With a smile, she turned and leaned toward Ewan, who watched her with a happy contentedness that looked good on him. “Mmmm, good dreams. How were yours?”

  “The same as yours, lass. Ye ken that. And yes, they were verra good dreams. And I think we’ll hafta stop at the registration Office on the way back ta the keep. And I’ll be callin’ the clan attorney about how ta get yer citizenship paperwork started.”

  Though she could not wait to return to the keep and settle in for a lifetime as Fergus’s replacement, Paisley sighed. “Oh so efficient you are, my love. But I thought instead, we could maybe find a little bed and breakfast and spend one last day on holiday curing our jet lag before we return to home and all that awaits us there.”

  Ewan did not answer at once. Instead, he kissed her and cuddled her close. “An excellent idea, lass. But not ye must admit, ’tis not as the one I had when I kiltnapped ye.”

  “True, very true. I am truly blessed that you kiltnapped me and brought me to my proper place in the universe,” Paisley said, meaning every word.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late but appreciates air conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern-day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina, as well as the history and small-town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, needle-weaving for charity, and playing with her new mixed-breed companion, Honey.

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