All Her Men (The Queen's Men Book 1) (6 page)

Chapter 13

Amelia sat upon the soft bed, looking at her feet, but not really seeing them. In America, she had been nameless, faceless. In America, no one looked twice at her. Wearing frumpy clothes had been her mask, her way of hiding from the world — the world that had rejected her. Never fitting in had become a sad thing for her and had caused her to strive to be anonymous. Her mother had always told her to never stand out. Jacob made her want to stand out.

A soft knock on the door startled her. Was it Jacob? She jumped up and ran to the door. Throwing it open, she cringed as Edith stepped back. “Oh… I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Ma’am, I was wanting to talk to you about your schedule. However, we can speak tomorrow.”

“No, it’s fine” She waved her hands frantically to stop Edith from leaving. “It’s fine. Come in. You’re perfect! I need someone to talk to.” She really did. Someone that would understand that she was being thrown into something way above her ability. It was sink or swim and right now. She was sinking big time. “You see, I don’t really have anyone that I can talk to right now.”

“I am probably not the best person to speak to in regards to personal matters.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Let me get Fiona. She is better equipped to handle this.”

“I need ice cream. Do they have ice cream?”

“It is winter… In Scotland…”

“So?”

“I will check.”

Amelia watched as Edith used her cellphone to text someone. They would probably think she was losing her mind, but she just really wanted some ice cream. Whenever she missed her father or had a bad day, her mother gave her ice cream. It would be like her mother was still with her, giving her support and love.

“We should know soon, Ma’am.”

“I just want ice cream. They should know if they have ice cream. I can go to the store to get some. I just need to know where the store is. Do you know where it is? There should be one close by, right? Like on a street corner…?”

“Are you all right?”

“Not really. I don’t think I can do this. I’m having a hard time with this and I don
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t think I can do this. I thought I could, but I’m not so sure now. I think it’s one of those self-confidence things. Yeah, I’m not good with self-confidence things.”

“Ma’am… Are you drunk?”

“No. I’m not drunk. I’m freaking out. I just happen to sound drunk when I’m freaking out.”

“Why are you “freaking out”? Is there something that we can do to help?”

“You don’t have to be so posh and use air quotes.”

“I apologize; however, I do not understand why you are using such terminology. You are the Queen of Scotland. You should act like a queen and speak like a queen at all times. To act as you are, after accepting the position, is beneath you.”

“Beneath me?” Why was it beneath her? She was human. Humans freaked out. They were allowed to. Mistakes were made, no one was infallible, and they could freak out. It was a right, Amelia was sure of it. “Are you berating me for freaking out?”

“Yes.” A knock sounded on the door. “Good, my replacement has arrived with your ice cream. Please enjoy it and have a good night.”

As Edith walked towards the door, Amelia threw herself face first down on the bed, pouting like a four year old. Vaguely she heard Edith leave and someone else take her place. “Just leave the ice cream and go, please. Also, you wouldn’t happen to have a television that I can watch videos on, would you?”

“’Tis one hidden in the wall, above the fireplace.”

Amelia’s head shot up and she spun around. “Jacob?”

“Aye, ‘tis me. Now, slide over and make room.” He opened the drawer next to the bed and retrieved what she assumed was the remote.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“’Tis fine. I brought ice cream — chocolate and mint. Edith stated ye wanted ice cream.”

“Really? You brought me ice cream?”

“Aye, I did. Which movie would ye like to watch?”

Excitedly, Amelia reached for the mint ice cream, watching as Jacob used the remote to open a panel that had appeared to be just a painting. The painting rose up to reveal a flat screen television. “Oh! That’s so cool!” She laid back down on her stomach on the bed, facing the television.

Jacob tossed off his shoes and climbed on the bed with her. She moved over, making room for him. “Did you bring spoons?” She whispered the question as if it would break the gentle peace he was offering her.

Amelia held her breath as he silently handed her a spoon. He was treating her as if they were old friends. “Why are you being so nice?”

“I think I scared ye in the tunnels. I dinnae mean to. I am verra attracted to ye, but I will nae risk losin’ ye fer a moment of passion.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. It was such an intimate friendly moment. One she craved more than anything. “Jacob?”

“Aye?”

While he was distracted with trying to find a movie, it seemed like the perfect moment to ask a question that was driving her nuts. “Jacob, why do you act like you want me? I mean one minute you act like I make you angry. The next, like we’re best friends. Then you act like you want to tie me to the bed… Sometimes you even look at me like you love me. I just don’t know what to think.”

“Amelia, dinnae ask me that. I am trying to be a friend to ye.”

“So you’re just doing this because you want to be my friend?” Her heart sank. A sadness gripped her. Maybe she wasn’t enough to tempt him after all.

“Nay, I would love nothing more than to tear yer clothes off and kiss ye everywhere. I dinnae think ye can handle that tonight. Movie and ice cream are better fer ye right now.”

“Will it just be a movie and ice cream? Or will you stay with me?”

“Do ye wish fer me to stay?”

“Yes,” she whispered in a timid voice.

“Then I shall stay. Now that tis settled, eat yer ice cream before it melts.”

“Jacob…”

“Aye?”

“I would like to sleep with you. I think the sex with you might be worth it.”

His head spun around and she knew her bluntness had shocked him. It had shocked her too, but it was true. She really wanted to sleep with him — feel his strong hands on her body. Being a good girl had never really gotten her anywhere. Always afraid of ending up like her mom, waiting on a man that would never come, had caused her to miss out on so many moments. This one was within reach. It was there, just waiting for her to grab on to it and experience passion. Looking at his muscles rippling as he attempted to control himself it was evident there would be plenty of passion too.

“Will you have sex with me, Jacob?”

He turned away from her. “Ye dinnae ken what yer saying.”

That’s where he was wrong. “I do. I’ve been lonely for so long. It’s just one night. It’s not like I’m asking for you to stay with me forever.” Just one night before she had to worry about real life again. Just one night before she had to think about forever…

He rolled over onto his side and leaned forward, “Amelia, I am nae a gentle lover. ‘Tis something ye should ken. If I sleep with ye, ‘tis forever. Ye will nae have another lover. Do ye understand?”

“We can discuss that later.”

“Nay, we will discuss it now. I will nae allow anyone else to love ye as long as I breathe. If ye choose me then ‘tis… forever.”

He spoke with such finality. It was as if he truly believed that he would be her only lover.

“Jacob, I’m not good at things like this. I don’t have a lot of practice. I haven’t played the field or anything. However, I have a very hard time believing that you’ll be my only lover.”

She felt his hand slip under her shirt and come to rest on her side. He gently kissed her. “Amelia, I will love ye this night. Tomorrow I will pretend nothing happened for yer benefit. I promise ye that we will have many more nights together and ye will nae have another lover.”

Her skin tingled where his hand settled. Need caused her to throb. Want filled her. Such a simple act, but it served to turn her on. It was like someone flipped a switch within her. Emotions cascaded through her and she moved to straddle his waist. “Jacob, we can talk later. Right now I would like to fuck you.”

“Och, such talk for a queen.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

She watched his face as he smiled at her. The lines showed he didn’t smile as often as most people did. There was a small scar underneath his right eye that was almost faded with time. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the scar, as if she could soothe whatever memory was associated with it. He reached his hand up and lightly caressed her face. She leaned back and inhaled his spicy scent of oranges and sandalwood — masculinity in its finest.

“Are ye sure?”

“Aye, Jacob. I’m sure.” She smiled. She was sure. Not sure that it would end well, but sure that it would be a night to remember. As he used his hands to remove her shirt, while skimming her skin, she was never more sure in her entire life. Goosebumps raised along the flesh. Desire built.

As he took her shirt off over her head she heard him whisper that she was beautiful. She reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall about her. The curls drove her nuts, but when he looked at her in awe, she leaned her head forward. The hair swished about her face and brushed against her skin. She watched as he brought a hand up, wrapping one tendril about his fingers he dragged it along her skin. He released it and she leaned back.

“Yer curls bounce. Will ye ride me?”

Her answer came in the form of a grin as she turned to undo the button and fly of his pants. She pushed the material down about his hips and his member sprung free, standing at attention. She lightly grabbed it in her left hand, with her body still turned, and used her fingers to lightly caress it. He was large, but the thought of him filling her just served to make her more wet.

A pain at her hip and the inner nook of her leg caused her to turn back to him, as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. “Hey! Those were my favorite pair,” she whined. He held her ripped underwear in his hand. “Now I have burns in not so nice places.”

“Och, I will make it better.” Dropping the underwear he picked her up and pulled her up onto her knees, moving her to where her vagina was just above his mouth. “Ye will come, then ye will ride me.”

His words were a promise and a threat — words that carried weight and branded her soul. It caused her stomach to drop and moisture to pool. The threat was one she would gladly adhere to. The promise was one she looked forward to.

As his tongue lightly stroked her folds she whimpered — her belly clenched. His tongue delved in her, piercing her. She folded forward, slamming her hand down on the bed. “Why have I not done this before?” He held her up, his strength evident. Leaning a bit she tried to see what he was doing. Attempting to watch his tongue dive in and out of her caused her to shiver. In and out, it dived. Slick and soft, it caressed her insides.

“I can’t take this! Please!” She begged him to hurry. Grasping the bedclothes in her hands, she tried to contort herself even further, mesmerized at his actions.

A smack to her bottom made her sit ram rod straight, back up on her knees. He caressed where he had smacked her. “I am nae finished yet. Quit watching and enjoy. Ye will come quicker that way.”

As he urged her back to his mouth, she whimpered again. His tongue flicked out and tapped her before being drug along her folds. The slickness caused her to squirm, in hopes that he would do it again.

She waited for him to fuck her with it again. For his tongue to dive within her again. As he did, she shivered causing a fresh round of juices to pool at her entrance. The orgasm began to slowly build. She struggled to remain in place, balling her fists at her sides. The softness of his tongue created such delightful sensations as it stroked her. The pattern changed and he began moving his tongue inside of her. The sensuality of the act causing the fluttering in her lower belly to grow. If he didn’t stop soon, she would come. However, he didn’t stop. His actions continued, moving within her. In and out. Up and down. She threw her head back and came.

As he pulled her back from his mouth, she grinned. Embarrassment made her face flame. She had never come in someone’s mouth before. Before she could realize just what he planned, he pulled her backwards and she felt his member at her entrance. “Are ye ready, Amelia?”

She nodded. He pulled her onto him slowly, to stretch her. She wiggled and squirmed. The feeling of euphoria had her distracted. Her head was back.

“Move, Amelia.”

He brought her onto him fully. The momentary pain of being pierced caused her to flinch. “What the hell?” She tried to get off of him, but he held her in place.

“Relax and twill get easier.”

Thrashing about, she tried to cause the pain to lessen. As she began to stretch around him it eased.

“Shush, Amelia. I told ye that I was nae a gentle lover. Yer so tight. It has been a while for ye.”

“No,” she lied.

He pulled her upwards and brought her back down on him.