I grab a towel, but not quick enough. He’s already seen all of me.
“I heard you yell.” His voice is strained.
“The...the water...”
“Did it burn you?” He takes a step toward me, concern tugging at his features.
“No.” But I have a feeling this man will if I let him any closer. He’s fire and wicked temptation, and every naughty thought I’ve ever had all rolled up in one man. And I want him.
“What is it then?” He hovers above me, his massive shoulders seeming to take up the entire room.
Kiss me, my body begs, even though I know it’s a really bad idea.
“Cold,” I manage to say, then swallow over the huge lump that’s formed in my throat. “You...you must have used up all the hot water.”
His gaze drifts to the tub, then back at me. “Sorry, lass. I can heat some water on the stove.”
Is it terrible that every time he calls me lass, my insides turn to mush. That his voice, and the way he looks at me, makes me want to be bold.
“I...”
“What is it?” He studies me, his body still so close to mine. Does he feel it too? The tug, the pull, the need.
“I can think of a better way you can warm me up.” The words tumble from my lips.
“Lass.” There’s a warning in the word.
My cheeks burn with heat. “Sorry, I shouldn’t—”
But then his mouth is on mine, his palms cup my face and he’s kissing me. Hard. Powerful. And I know the second his tongue parts my lips and my body melts against his, that the answer to my earlier question is an absolute yes, yes, yes.
Kier MacKinnon is my one.
The thought is terrifying. Because what am I supposed to do with a single daddy, Scottish Highlander, who has no idea what a latte is?
Kiss him, my body and heart cry out at the same time. Just kiss him.
And I do. I let go of my fear. Because in his arms I know I’m safe, protected. And for the first time in my life, my body is awake with a hunger that’s ravenous. I don’t need the romance novel I’d brought into the bathroom with me... right now, I only need Kier.
Chapter Five
Kier
I know I should pull away, but seeing Elsie standing there, her perfect breasts on display, unhinged something primal inside me.
Mine.
That feral part of my brain has already claimed her, and my body begs to do the same.
I lift her in my arms and carry her to my bedroom.
“God, you’re beautiful, lass.”
She closes her eyes, shakes her head ever so slightly, as if she has no idea just how gorgeous I find her. “Shush,” she says.
But I won’t. “I mean it, Elsie, you’re more beautiful than Killiekrankie at sunset.”
She smiles then. “I don’t understand half of what you say, Kier.” She licks her lips. “But that doesn’t bother me. I think I know what you mean ... what you want.”
“I want you,” I tell her, kissing her again, softer now, less greedy. Slow. I want to savor this moment for what it is. My first time.
Her towel falls from her hold and I groan at the sight of her big, round tits, her curvy hips, her pussy so near. She leans in, kissing me again. This time I know she can feel the firm length of my cock against her belly, and my hands run over her back, over her ass.
God, I want to kiss every inch of her.
Her lips part, our tongues collide. I breathe her in. Lavender and mint.
“You’re perfect, Elsie,” I whisper as I kiss her again. Deeper.
“You hardly know me,” she says, biting her lower lip. Naked and in my arms and a goddamn dream come true.
“I know enough, aye.”
“Your body is so...” She runs her hands over my chest. “So firm.” She smiles. “Sorry, is that weird to say?”
I shake my head, loving the way her soft fingers feel against my skin. I don’t want her to stop touching me.
“And you’re so big, so tall and strong and...” she breathes out the last part, as if dizzy or faint. “You’re such a man.” Her fingers run over my towel, where I’ve tucked it in to secure its place. Now I want it to fall. I want her hands to run all over me, up and down my thick length, making me come. God, I want to come for her.
I never have for anyone but myself.
What would she think of that? Me, a twenty-four-year-old virgin, desperate to sink my cock in her sweet, willing pussy.
“Are you okay, lassie?” I ask, running my thumb over her full lips. She eeks out a yes, but her breath is shallow, her desire obvious. Hard nipples and want in her eyes. My need is just as clear.
I tug off the towel, and her eyes widen, taking me in. There’s no doubt that my size shocks her. Her mouth falls open and her eyes grow wide. “Oh, Kier, you’re so...”
I stroke myself, my thick cock growing as I watch her look me over. “Will it do, then?” I ask, wearing a smirk.
She giggles, closing her eyes and then licking her lips. “You’re a Highlander, straight from my novels. And you’re carrying a bigger sword than those men in kilts ever held in their hands.”
“Would you like to hold it in yours?” I ask, taking her hand and placing it on my length. She pulls in a sharp breath, exploring my shaft, her index finger running over my tip, a creamy drop of cum releasing just for her.
My balls tighten as she feels them, as she begins using both hands to touch me. My cock loves it, I’m fucking solid steel under her feminine touch. Her fingers are soft and light and eager.
“Can I take you to your own room, lass?” I ask, not wanting to push her past what she wants, but God, I fucking want to explore her body the way she is exploring mine. She nods though, and I carry her from my room to her own, across the hall.
Both of us are naked, her waist is narrow but her hips and arse are nice and round. The kind of curves a man can hold onto, the kind of curves that make my balls ache, my cock groan. Damn, I want her.
All of her.
“Lay on the bed, lass, I want to see you, all of you.”
She nods as if pleased to be told what to do. On the bed, her head falls against the down pillows, and her hair splays out around her shoulders. It’s erotic, this sight, her big breasts, her legs bent, knees touching, feet tucked beneath them.
I want them spread. I kneel before her at the end of the bed, and place my large hands on her knees. She nods, ever so slightly, telling me she wants this, too. My cock is so hard and stiff, and I can picture lowering myself over her, sinking myself inside her willing pussy. As I open her legs, I take in her creamy cunt, wet and so fucking pink it makes my mouth water. Seeing her isn’t enough. I need to taste her too.
I lean down, my mouth on her opening, my tongue running up and down her sweet slit.
She loves it, her fingers running through my hair and I begin to suck my lassie the way I’ve been wanting for the entire week. Every time I picture her alone, in this bed, my cock gets hard. Imagining this, her entrance mine for the taking, and now she is offering herself to me.
There is no hesitation, there is only the creamy, honey sweet taste of her juicy pussy. My mouth devours her, sucking her throbbing clit, and then adding a finger to her, needing to feel her, more of her. All of her. Her knees fall open, her back arches, and I add a finger, then another. Her pussy loves it - loves being touched. I know, because she starts coming on my hand, her whimpering growing louder as I finger fuck her tight little hole.
She moans for me. “Kier, oh, Kier, yes,” she cries as I finger her harder, the response from her body so immediate, so unrestrained - so damn ready to receive all that I offer.
“You’re so wet,” I tell her, kissing her slick pussy, the soft skin of her thighs. It’s impossible to hold back, my cock aches for the sweet relief only she can offer.
“Oh, Kier, this is more than I ever imagined... this is...oh, ohhhh,” she moans. “I waited so long for this.”
Her words cause me to stop. “Waited for what,
lass?” I ask, looking up at her from between her legs. Her tits bounce as I finger her, but now I pause.
“I’m a virgin,” she tells me.
My mouth goes dry. “A virgin?”
She nods. “I’ve been waiting for the right person.”
This is not what I expected and way more than I bargained for. I don’t want Elsie to regret sleeping with me, not after she’s held her virginity so tightly, same as I have.
“I can’t sleep with a virgin, not like this,” I tell her.
Before she can reply there is a loud cry from the nursery. Brodie is awake and demanding attention.
Her eyes flash with something I can’t read. I wish I knew her better. Completely. Every single story of her life. She’s a virgin. That tells me plenty.
We’ve both saved ourselves, which makes me hate the idea of taking her like this, so quickly, so fast. I don’t want to ruin something she’s waited so long for. Fucking her fast in the narrow guest bed, when she’s been saving herself for a moment that demands more planning, attention, care.
Dammit, Elsie deserves a castle and roses and a real highland date. Not this, not a lustful night without consequence.
And even though I know it’s about more than lust for me, Elsie hardly knows me. She doesn’t know that I’m a virgin too. Before I can explain all that, she is off the bed, reaching for her robe.
“Fine,” she says. “This was a bad idea anyway.” And then she’s leaving the room, fetching Brodie without a backward glance.
Chapter Six
Elsie
Brodie has been such a good sleeper all week, but it’s as if he can sense things are off with his father and me. Once he’s awake, he has no interest in sleeping.
Kier though, has no problem leaving my room, his massive cock thick between his legs, and slamming his bedroom door. I can’t sleep with a virgin. His sharp words of rejection slice through me. Each fresh wail of Brodie has tears brimming in my eyes. I rock him in my arms, pacing the long formal dining room that’s hardly put to use. The portraits on the wall collect dust, featuring Kier’s family from a decade ago. There isn’t a single photo of Brodie in the house, none of his wife.
Maybe it’s too painful for Kier to look at, maybe he swept them all away after his wife died.
Shame runs over me. Why did I offer myself to a widower who is still grieving his wife’s passing? How inappropriate can I be? I’m a nanny, not a rebound. And Brodie is a few months old which means Kier lost his partner such a short while ago.
I’m embarrassed, but also frustrated.
It wasn’t one-sided. I saw Kier, felt Kier... he wanted me.
But for all the wrong reasons.
I wanted him because I felt like there was something between us... something special. But what a fool I was, throwing myself at my employer.
As I pat Brodie’s back, trying to calm him, I walk outside through the front door. It’s a warm summer’s night and the sweet grass from the surrounding fields waft over us. Before I came to Scotland, I memorized old Scottish Gaelic lullabies, knowing I’d be looking after a baby boy in the highlands. Singing, I try to soothe him.
Gille nan caorachan, gille nan caorachan
Gille nan caorachan, gaolach thu.
Hearing a noise inside the house, I turn and see Kier on the stairwell. His eyes meet mine for a moment before I turn away, unable to look at him, embarrassed at what took place upstairs. What felt so good, so right, so quickly turned into a disaster.
I repeat the chorus and Brodie’s cries finally begin to lessen. My voice becomes a whisper, as Kier walks back upstairs. My heart tightens, confused and alone. Holding the little one closer, I kiss his head, sweeping his soft curls aside and breathing his perfect baby smell. I sing the song again as I walk back upstairs to the nursery, passing Kier’s room, and I lay the boy in his crib.
The lyrics are perfect for Brodie...
Boy of the sheep, boy of the sheep
Boy of the sheep, my darling you are.
I close the nursery door, a chill settling over me despite the warm night. Pulling the quilt over myself, I try to sleep, wondering how I will face my boss tomorrow.
* * *
When I wake to Brodie’s cry in the morning, I jump from bed, ready to start over with Kier and his son. After hours of tossing and turning, I made a plan. This morning I’ll walk up to Kier and ask for a re-do. A blank slate. I could focus on my charge instead of the thought of Kier’s body against my own, of his large hands running over my breasts and flickering over my folds. I could focus on being a nanny. An amazing nanny. Better than Mary Poppins, even.
I’m not going to succumb to my feelings of lust. Even if I thought it was more than that, clearly Kier didn’t. And he didn’t want to touch a virgin with a ten-foot pole.
I hear Kier downstairs, and I put on a brave face, wanting to make the best of an uncomfortable situation.
But as I walk into the kitchen with Brodie, ready to make him a bottle and myself a pot of coffee, I see movement out the kitchen window, in the barn.
Kier is mounting a horse, speaking rapidly with another rider.
I rush through the house, pulling open the front door. In the distance, I see Kier riding off on a horse. His broad shoulders silhouetted by the rising sun.
“Kier!” I shout, angry at him for leaving like this. But he’s too far away and he doesn’t even turn.
Tears spring up in my eyes. I’ve been left alone with a baby in the middle of nowhere Scotland without so much as a telephone or car. The most infuriatingly handsome man I’ve ever met is riding off on a horse, leaving me to fend for myself.
Anger grows inside of me. What kind of man does this sort of thing?
Apparently Highland men think nothing of leaving their young...and it breaks my heart, thinking of sweet Brodie all alone in the world.
I set my lips in a firm line, resolved to do my very best for the sweet boy in my arms. “It’s okay,” I tell him, having no idea how long Kier will be gone. “We’ll be okay.”
Maybe if I say it enough, it will come true.
Chapter Seven
Kier
When Thomas comes riding like a mad man down the path, I know something is wrong. One look at my neighbor and my stomach fills with dread. His single word tells me everything.
McDonalds.
I should have known the problem was with those skeevy fuckers. If the McDonalds family spent as much time building up honor as they do tearing everyone else down, things would have gone down differently for them.
As I put a saddle on my trusty steed, Thomas explains. He claims that he saw them at the auction with over a dozen of our sheep, mixed in with his lot. I trust Thomas - our fathers were good friends ‘til the bitter end. He’s never given me reason to doubt him.
The McDonalds though, they were scoundrels, the lot of them. Thieves from birth.
“They say Kier MacKinnon never fights, they don’t think you’ll defend yourself.” His words hit me where it hurts. I don’t go looking for fights, but Thomas’ words are impossible to shake.
I don’t have time to take more men with me. We need to get a move on, now, before the sheep are sold. We ride for hours, to the far reaches of the county. The family who runs the auction won’t even let you come foot on their property unless you’re on horseback. Signaling that you’re a real Highlander - not some fancy arse from a faraway country.
The auction has never caved into modern trappings. It operates like things did a hundred years ago. Men camping at night, spending the days eyeing livestock and equipment. It’s a yearly trek, one I usually look forward to. This year though, things are different for me. For my family. My priorities have changed in the blink of an eye. I wasn’t even seriously considering coming. Now though, I have to go. The family name is at stake - if people think they can just traipse over the property lines and steal my sheep, I won’t be able to show my face in a pub ‘round here ever again. I have my dignity to consider, my honor.
> I’m burning with anger at the McDonalds as I ride. And I’m several miles down the road before I realized I hadn’t even stopped to say goodbye to Elsie and Brodie. I keep riding, not sure that Elsie would want to see or hear from me anyway.
What I did - leaving her like that - was a real messed up thing to do. And Elsie deserves more than a man who can’t even apologize.
The moment I arrive at the auction, I realize I’m underdressed. Everyone rides in their traditional highland kilts, but I didn’t have time for that today. I had one mission the moment Thomas told me what went down. I need to confront the McDonalds and put them in their rightful place.
So, I’m not wearing a kilt like everyone else, but I won’t avoid confrontation. Not now. Neither will the McDonalds. Their fists are swinging - and I fight right back.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” I shout, not giving credence to decorum. “You thieving bastard!”
“You’re all talk, MacKinnon!” they cry, fists raised.
It’s time to put up or shut up, and I’m done playing it cool. I’m not backing down. Not today, not ever. And as Connor McDonalds’ fist busts open my lip, I have a clear vision.
It’s not of winning - it’s of what I might lose.
Elsie doesn’t know me much, but what I know of her is sure and certain. She’s a bonnie lass who can soothe the heart of a crying bairn, an orphaned boy. But in her arms, he can rest.
I’ve spent my life playing it safe. Never taking a risk with a girl, with the farm. I play it cool and would rather be comfortable than take a chance.
But that was before I heard Elsie sing Brodie a lullaby. Before I kissed her full lips and memorized her beautiful face.
Now I want to risk it all for her.
And that realization allows me to fight in a whole new way.
“You’ll pay for this,” I shout, my anger flashing in my eyes.
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