by Jenika Snow
Kilt Me
A Real Man, 12
Jenika Snow
Contents
Copyright
A Real Man Series
Kilt Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Epilogue Three
Newsletter
Coming Next
Excerpt: Bear With Me
Excerpt: Brutal (A Real Man, 11)
About the Author
KILT ME (A Real Man, 12)
By Jenika Snow
www.JenikaSnow.com
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Copyright © May 2017 by Jenika Snow
First E-book Publication: May 2017
Photographer: Wander Aguiar :: Photography
Cover model: Robert Westbrook
Photo provided by: Wander Book Club
Editor: Kasi Alexander
Line Editor: Lea Schafer
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Book 1: Lumberjack
Book 2: Virgin
Book 3: Baby Fever
Book 3.5: A Real Man: Volume One
Book 4: Experienced
Book 5: Roommate
Book 6: Arrogant
Book 7: Feral
Book 8: Dirty
Book 9: Viking
Book 10: Blacksmith
Book 11: Brutal
Book 12: Kilt Me
He’ll show her exactly what’s under his kilt.
Molly
The first time I saw Mr. McGowan, he was walking into our class wearing a kilt. Our substitute professor, he was big and brooding, masculine, and had a sexy Scottish brogue going on.
Maybe I didn’t need that extra tutoring, but I sure as hell wanted it.
Alastair
I noticed Molly the moment I stepped into the classroom. She was the wee lass with the fire-colored hair, the intense green eyes, and a body that had me burning alive. I didn’t want to look away from her because I knew she was mine.
Maybe there was a rule about staff not fraternizing with students. But given that I’m just the substitute professor, and that I wanted her like a fiend, I was about to cross some lines and break some rules.
Warning: You ever wonder what’s under a man’s kilt? Well, this story won’t leave you in the dark. It’s short, of course filthy, and has a Scottish hero with a sexy brogue. He only has eyes for his heroine, and will teach her a thing or two about how good it can feel to get dirty.
1
Molly
It was a hot May day, hotter than I ever remembered it being before. My hair was sticking to the back of my neck, and I grabbed a hair tie and lifted the long, heavy locks off my nape. After tying it in a messy bun, I glanced around the room. Everyone seemed miserable.
I was tempted to just leave, to skip this class and head back to my apartment to take a cold shower, but before I could do anything, the door opened. I expected to see Mrs. Lane walk in, her big belly rounded, her expression annoyed. She was due next month, but she looked miserable every time I saw her.
But it wasn’t Mrs. Lane who stepped through the door.
The air seemed to get hotter, thicker, and the room grew silent as everyone stared at the man who was like no one I had ever seen before. And I didn’t mean that in the literal sense.
“Good morning, class. I’m Alastair McGowan, your substitute professor as Mrs. Lane is no’ able tae be here.”
He had this thick Scottish brogue going on, but then again he was wearing a kilt. God, and does he look good wearing it.
He set his briefcase on the desk, turned to face us, and my breath stalled. The substitute professor was over six feet tall, heavily muscled, and had this commanding persona that surrounded him.
I shifted on the seat, my dress sticking to my legs, my body heating, which had nothing to do with the fact it was hot as hell in this room. I’d been attracted to plenty of guys, but this was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
It was a desire that was intense, consuming, and had my brain in this fog.
And the one dirty thought that kept slamming into my head, over and over again, was … what’s under that kilt?
Alastair
I saw her sitting in the back, her red hair this fiery mass atop her head. The room was stuffy, hot, and even from the distance I could see the light droplets of perspiration dotting her temples.
If I dinna have self-control, I would have gotten hard right then. Just thinking about leaning in and licking away those droplets, and tasting the saltiness of her, could have made me so fooking hard.
But control was key.
She shifted on the seat, her dress riding up her thighs. Good God.
I moved behind the desk and took a seat. The battle with keeping my self-control was a losing one, and I felt myself start tae get hard. Fook. I cleared my throat and looked at the wee lass that would be mine.
Fook the rules. I dinna care if she was a student and I was her professor for the foreseeable future. I dinna kno’ what had gotten intae me, but hell, I was no’ about tae let this feeling go.
I kne’ what I wanted … her.
She’ll be mine.
2
Alastair
Several days had passed, and although I kept things professional on the teacher/student level, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I needed her like I needed tae breathe.
It was quiet study for the last half hour of class. I stared at Molly for a second, couldn’t keep my gaze off her. I wanted tae go tae her now, tae pull her in close, dismiss the class, and claim her as mine.
I curled my hands intae tight fists when she brushed her red hair over her shoulder, the long, wavy locks seeming to move sensuously, as if the inanimate object kne’ how hard I was over the sight. And then, maybe because she felt my gaze on her, Molly glanced up slowly.
Her green eyes were expressive, looking right intae me, knowing that look from her alone—so innocent, so vulnerable—made me so fooking hot I was sweating.
I kne’ she had to be a decade younger than me, maybe even more than that. I dinna care. She was too innocent for me, so young, too perfect. I was a dirty bastard for wanting her the way I did, for wanting tae do filthy things tae her.
I cleared my throat, shifted on my seat, and felt the hard rod of my erection pressing against my kilt. I focused on the students, all of them oblivious to the fact their professor had a raging hard-on for one of their classmates.
I focused on my paperwork, trying tae figure out the best way tae let Molly kno’ she would be mine without seeming like a prick. For the remaining time in class I sat there, my focus on my desk, my thoughts on Molly.
I tried no’ tae look at her, tried no’ tae even think about her. But the truth was she’d invaded my thoughts from day one.
I stared at her as she played with a strand of hair. My cock jerked. I could have been a real sick fook and reached down tae adjust myself, give my dick a nice squeeze in the process. But holding out for
her was better.
She lifted her gaze tae mine again. Our eyes locked, my heart thundered, and my cock jerked violently. The eye contact was broken, and she looked back down at her book. I still watched her though, breathing out slowly, trying tae regain my composure.
And when she leaned forward, just enough that the front of her shirt gaped open, all I could do was stare at her luscious breasts. God, she was gorgeous. She wasn’t just beautiful in the physical sense, but also intellectually. I’d looked over her papers, and they were transfixing, mesmerizing. She had a way with words.
My cock was rock-hard, like a lead pipe between my thighs.
I couldn’t help but watch as she ran her finger along her jawline, a verra innocent act but so damn sensual all in the same breath.
I wasn’t one of these horny college kids. I kne’ how tae control myself, and although I had restraint, I was having a hard fooking time keeping myself in check.
Molly was focused on her book, but she shifted on the seat and parted her legs slightly. I got a glimpse of the black panties she wore.
Bloody hell.
The bell rang, and I focused on other things aside from what I wanted tae do with her … tae her.
All the students got their things and left. I watched Molly. I lowered my gaze tae her legs as she put her things in her bag. I wanted tae part them, wanted tae not only keep her close as mine, but make her see she belonged with me.
When the last student left and the door was shut, I closed my eyes and rested my elbows on the table, breathing out roughly.
Fook, if this was my reaction tae her when I hadn’t even spoken tae her, I kne’ I was done for. I couldn’t ignore this. I wouldn’t. I dinna want to even think this was just a passing need, a strong desire to have her as mine.
I’d make her mine, because never had I felt this before.
And that’s no’ something I’m okay with just forgetting about.
Molly
I didn’t know what was wrong with me. During the entire class I was focused on the man wearing the kilt, currently talking about something important, I was sure.
I should have been concentrating on the lesson, but instead I was staring at his big, muscular body. The way he spoke and his thick accent made me hot, then cold, then gave me chills.
Clearing my throat drew some attention to me, seeing as the only one speaking was the professor. He glanced at me, his eyes so blue I could see them from where I sat. This little tremor worked its way through my body.
I knew about need, about desire. I was a virgin, but that didn’t mean arousal didn’t course through me. It just had never thrummed through my veins in the way it was doing now.
Never had I felt this fire before, and I didn’t want it to end.
But I also knew that being with a staff member of the university was severely frowned upon, perhaps even punishable. I didn’t know the details and had never actually heard anything regarding a student and teacher in this university.
But even that wasn’t enough to tame my libido.
Even that wasn’t enough to make me stop and think that wanting this professor, or that I could get me into a lot of trouble if I acted upon it. I didn’t care about anything else than how I felt.
I listened to the lilt of his voice, the thick, deep accent of his that made me so wet. It was mesmerizing, like just the sound of it had a way of making me go higher and never letting me hit the ground.
And when our gazes locked from across the room, this burning intensified in my gut, this feeling that he knew what he wanted, and that was me.
There had to be something wrong with me. I didn’t know this man. Just a short time ago I’d “met” him. He’d made me feel all kinds of things I didn’t know were even possible.
But what I did understand was that I wanted him, wanted to get to know him, and I didn’t much care what anyone else thought about it.
3
Molly
The next day
I stared into the courtyard. There were students studying, others talking and laughing with each other, and even some in intimate embraces.
The sun slashed through the window, the bright light making it hard to see for a moment. I turned my back toward the glass, grabbed the book I was reading, and started up on the page again.
I was trying to focus on it, to actually learn something, seeing as that’s why I was here, but my mind was a jumble of thoughts.
The sound of something dropping had me glancing at the table across from me. A stack of books had fallen to the ground, and two students were busy picking them up. No, I couldn’t focus here. There was too much going on. Going to my place wasn’t an option either, as I had class in an hour.
I decided to hit up the library. At least that would hopefully give me some peace, not just from the chaos around me, but also from my wandering mind.
I stood, grabbed my things, and headed toward the library. I momentarily froze when I saw a very big man in front of me who wore a kilt. My heart went into overdrive and the blood rushed through my veins, causing me to lose my breath for a moment.
He was speaking with another professor but was headed in the same direction as I was. I kept back a bit, leaning against the wall, and waited until they turned down the hall.
There was no way I should be feeling anything remotely like this for a man I didn’t even know. But I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t even think straight since the first time I’d seen him.
I was losing my mind.
But if feeling like this means I’m crazy, I don’t know if I want to be sane.
Alastair
I graded the last paper, closed down my computer, and was about tae head out when I saw the fiery redhead I’d become obsessed with—in such a short time that should have made me question my sanity—sitting at one of the back tables.
Molly.
God, even her name made me hard.
The urge tae go over tae her and speak with her, let her kno’ exactly how caveman I could be, how much I wanted her, rode me fiercely. But some little fooker stopped by her table, speaking with her, making her smile.
I curled my fingers intae my palms, feeling my nails prick my skin. I watched as she looked back down at her book, but the arsehole sat beside her. The guy was staring at her, clear arousal in his eyes. It was easy enough to see, because hell, I had it for her too.
As much as I wanted tae go over there and drag him away from her, I just stared at her.
She glanced up at the guy a few times, but mostly she focused on her book. The little prick sat closer, and I wasn’t blind tae the fact he made sure tae make contact at every opportunity. He’d press his arm against hers, lean in close so their shoulders touched.
Molly shifted tae the side, and that’s when I decided I wasn’t able tae be still and watch anymore. I was too fooking jealous.
A woman like Molly—my woman—needed tae kno’ what it was like tae have a real man touch her, make her feel good. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
And then the fooker stood again but didn’t move. He kept position on the other side of the table, clearly still speaking with her, trying tae convince her of something. It was a few minutes of him doing that before he obviously gave up.
When the little bastard left, I grabbed my stuff and headed over tae her. I stood at the edge of the table, looking at her, wanting tae lean down, grab hold of her, and kiss her fooking senseless. I wanted tae push the books off, tell everyone tae get the fook out, and lay Molly atop the table.
God, I was getting hard, so damn hard I couldn’t even think straight right now.
“Greg, as much as I’m flattered about you wanting me to go to a party tonight, I have too much studying.” Molly was still looking down at her book.
I didn’t move, couldn’t even speak because I kne’ if I did, I’d say something really fooking over the top.
She exhaled. “Greg, seriously.” When she glanced up, I saw the surprise on her face that it wasn’t that
little prick standing in front of her. “Mr. McGowan…”
She sat up straighter, her chest pressing against her shirt. I noticed she was fidgeting with her pen. She tried tae appear clam, but I could see she was nervous as hell. That turned me on like no’ other.
And because I was running on pure male instinct right now, I made myself comfortable in the seat across from her. She seemed tae grow even more nervous. I was transfixed at the sight of her pulse beating right below her ear.
“Um,” she said softly, looking around. “Mr. McGowan?”
“Your paper yesterday was incredible,” I finally said, my voice thick, but soft so that I didn’t disturb the other students. “It outshone the others.” I leaned back, my cock rock-hard and no’ way for me to adjust it without looking obvious.
Her cheeks turned pink, and I wondered if her whole body blushed. I couldn’t help but imagine her naked, my fingers on her, my lips and mouth skimming along her flesh. God, I could have come right there just from the thoughts and images in my head.
“Thank you,” she finally said and glanced down at her book. I was making her nervous, maybe even uncomfortable, but I could see she liked it. “I was actually having some trouble writing the next paper.” She glanced up at me. “Maybe I could see you after class later this week? Maybe you’ll have some pointers for me?”
I nearly groaned right then and there. My cock jerked, pre-cum slipping from the tip. The thing about wearing a kilt—which was part of my heritage—was I wore nothing beneath it. That made the fooker between my legs even more sensitive, made me even more aware of exactly how hard it was.
“Anytime you want to see me, I’m free.” I was subbing for an indeterminate amount of time. Until I got word that the regular professor would be back, I’d be trying to spend as much time with Molly as I could.
