Highland Fling (7 page)

“No.”

“Then you have no reason to be jealous.”

“I know. I’m just staking my claim for the length of this fling.”

“Believe me, honey, I’m all yours. Now keep your hands off what’s underneath my kilt until we get back to my place tonight and I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”

She placed her hands on his hips, her thumbs rubbing gently over the thin chain of his sporran, near his hip bones.

“I promise I’ll be good.”

He planted a light kiss on her lips, then took her by the hand and led her back into the village hall.

Chapter 7

Fiona and Brodie climbed into the back of Laird MacNeil’s Bentley. Fiona was giggling as she wrestled two bouquets of flowers. She was sure that her best friend had thrown the bouquet in her direction deliberately and had been embarrassed when she had been given a round of applause for catching the flowers.

They fastened their seat belts and the car moved off.

“Thanks for coming to get us, Drew,” said Brodie to the driver.

“Not a problem. How was the wedding?”

“It was like most weddings. Lots of tears, drink, and food.”

When they arrived at the Big House, Brodie helped Fiona out of the car and held her hand as she tiptoed over the pebbled driveway in her heels. He opened the large front door and ushered her through it.

The large oak panelled hall was dimly lit by a chandelier hanging over the large sweeping staircase. It had been a long time since she had been at the Laird’s house and had forgotten just how big and imposing the place was. As Brodie led her to the staircase, her heels clacked on the marble floor. She grimaced and tried to tiptoe.

“Don’t worry, you won’t wake my parents. They are at the far end of the east wing and my suite is at the far end of the west wing. They thought it was prudent when Finlay and I were teenagers and went through our death metal phase.”

“That’s good to know.” She grinned, beginning to walk normally. He guided her up the stairs with his hand resting gently on the small of her back. They walked down a few dimly lit corridors until Brodie stopped at one of the oak doors.

He opened the door to reveal a modern, tastefully decorated lounge area with large leather sofas and a number of filled book cases. As he closed the door behind them, she spotted a desk with a laptop and speakers, a large stereo unit and some shelves filled with CDs and a few tapes. She looked round again and saw a large flat screen TV on the opposite wall with a games console underneath.

“A proper bachelor pad,” she noted out loud.

“No one has offered to help me make it into a family home yet. Maybe someday.”

She looked at him quizzically but let the comment go for now.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I couldn’t drink another drop of alcohol,” she admitted.

“I could make some tea, coffee, or hot chocolate.”

“Hot chocolate would be nice,” she said. Although she’d had sex with Brodie before now and she definitely wanted to do it again, this was the first time they had planned it. She wanted to relax and make love in her own time, rather than just bouncing into bed. Brodie disappeared into a small kitchen off the living area and appeared a few minutes later with a couple of mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of biscuits. He found her still standing, looking around, clasping both bouquets.

“There’s no charge for using the sofa.” He grinned.

She shook her head. “Sorry, I think I may be a little drunk.”

He put down the drinks and plate and guided her down onto the couch, easing the bouquets out of her hands and placing them on the large coffee table.

“Fee, if you’re too drunk tonight, we can do this another time. We can just sleep or I can arrange for Drew to take you back to your dad’s house.”

“Oh no! I’m not that drunk. This is what I want. It’s just… well... this is all planned and it feels formal–almost as if we’re in a proper relationship.”

“And you don’t want this. You’re still in your sleeping around phase.”

“It’s not that. I still live in Glasgow and you still live here and it’s too far away to maintain a proper relationship.”

“Then move. Take the vet’s job on the island and come and live here. You now know that your dad didn’t cheat and that he loved you and didn’t threaten to kill your mum.”

Fiona sighed. She really didn’t want to talk about this. If she was truthful, she really wanted to do as he suggested. Moving home to Kilrigh and being in a relationship with Brodie MacNeil seemed like a perfect plan. After discovering that her mother had lied about the circumstances of her parents’ divorce, she had begun to see Kilrigh more like home again. She had lost the antagonism she had felt towards the place, Bella and her father. And as for her feelings for Brodie – all she knew was that she didn’t want to give him up next week. Glasgow had its charms but she could visit regularly and she probably didn’t go out to clubs nearly as often as she did when she was a student. She preferred a night in the house, sitting in front of the TV with a glass of wine.

But to agree to his plan, she needed to make a fundamental shift in her psyche and, to an extent, her life plan. And the way Brodie was looking at her, his expression a mixture of hope and desire, could easily sway her decision. She had to do something.

Fiona knelt down at his feet and began to undo the long laces of his brogues. They were wrapped around his ankles. But after a bit of fiddling they came free and she removed his shoes. She then pulled off the garters that held up his socks. When she pulled his sgian dhu, a small sheathed knife, from his right sock, she pulled it from its holder and ran her finger gently over the shiny metal.

“It was my grandfather’s,” he said. “The white bit on the handle is ivory.”

Fiona re-sheathed the knife and placed it safely on the coffee table before removing his socks. She gently rubbed his calves and smoothed the hair back down against his skin. He sighed and smiled at her, stretching his calves and toes on either side of her waist.

Brodie then shrugged out of his jacket and waistcoat before standing up and tugging her to her feet.

He covered her mouth with his and she parted her lips and teeth automatically, allowing him to slip his warm wet tongue into her mouth and begin exploring. He tasted of beer–a taste that always seemed to turn her on despite not liking beer herself.

She snuck her hands around his waist and quickly unfastened the buckle of his sporran. She threw it in the general direction of the sofa before placing her hands round his neck and undoing the back clip of his bow-tie. It landed on the sofa too, as did his big thick kilt belt.

She broke the kiss and trailed her mouth down his torso, following her hands as she undid his shirt buttons. Brodie clasped her butt cheeks, trying to pull her against him and his hardness, but she resisted.

As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she sucked gently at his nipple before swirling her tongue over the small bud. He gasped when she nipped gently at it. He curled his hands into her long auburn hair, urging her to continue. She changed nipples and he gasped again before groaning her name.

“Oh Fee, stop. Or I’m going to come before we even get undressed.”

“Sorry,” she murmured as she trailed her lips back up his chest and neck. She ran her hands ran gently over his six-pack, while he fumbled with the zip of her dress.

He growled in frustration after a minute or two. Fiona withdrew and presented him with her back, pulling her hair round her shoulders and allowing him to pull the zip down with ease. As the dress dropped to the floor, she twisted around to see Brodie’s mouth agape.

“You’ve got on stockings and a suspender belt,” he whispered. Fiona smiled.

“I bet you’re glad you didn’t know that when you were standing next to the minister at the front of the church.”

“Sarah and Gary would have had to find new witnesses to sign the register if I’d known.”

Fiona giggled, stepped out of the navy blue satin pooled around her feet, removed the mobile strapped to her thigh, and yanked him towards the only other door leading from the room. She assumed it was his bedroom.

The room was cosy and inviting. The large bed was covered in a blue duvet cover and white cotton sheets and pillow cases. She noticed a few books and an e-book reader sitting on one of the bedside tables. There was a long mirrored wardrobe along one wall, a large chest of drawers, and a door leading to an en-suite bathroom. She was pleased to see that his room didn’t resemble a porn movie mansion.

Fiona turned around just in time to see him shedding his kilt and dumping the heavy material in a corner of the bedroom.

Then he advanced on her. His eyes were almost black with want and when she glanced down, she noted that his cock was long, thick, erect, and ready for action.

She licked her lips as she undid the clasp at the front of her bra and shrugged it off. As she shimmied out of her knickers, he knelt down to help her. She kicked off her shoes and knickers at the same time and was preparing to unclip the suspender belt when he stilled her hand.

Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he manoeuvred her around and pushed her gently to sit down on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her open legs and fondled her breasts as he kissed her belly–small delicate kisses that made her want more.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his touch as her belly clenched tighter with every delicate kiss. Suddenly Brodie moved. His rough tongue left a trail of wetness over her thigh, just above her lacy stocking. He did the same to the other side before peppering light kisses up to the very top of her thigh. As she held her breath in anticipation, he moved his lips back to the other leg and kissed his way to the apex again.

Fiona wriggled with frustration until she felt his fingers part her folds and he blew a cooling breath over her hot flesh. She mewled, arching her back in anticipation.

Then his tongue touched her centre and with one stroke spread its fire from her opening to her throbbing clitoris. She clamped her fingers round his head and dug her short fingernails into his scalp as she bucked and urged him on. The air was filled with his murmurings of enjoyment and her cries of pleasure as he laved and sucked on her. When he penetrated her with his tongue, she began to buck frantically. He caressed her tender nub with his thumb and she thought she may die from the pleasure.

She let go of his head and grasped the duvet cover, flailing her head about on the bed, begging for the release her body craved.

Just as she thought she may pass out, she felt the muscles in her stomach and thighs contract and her body became rigid as Brodie’s tongue and fingers sent her crashing over the edge. As waves of pleasure washed over her, she was vaguely aware of him moving beside her to embrace her.

Her body became pliant and she buried her head against his chest, unable to focus on anything for a few minutes. He rubbed her back soothingly, but each time he moved his hands over her buttocks, he pressed her closer to him. As she became aware again of the throbbing hardness between then, she looked up at him and wiped her hair away from her face.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said almost reverently. “You’re beautiful any way but even more so when you come.”

“Well, you have a very talented tongue, Mr. MacNeil. Come on, let’s lie on the pillows.”

They shuffled properly onto the bed before Fiona straddled him. He grinned as he gathered her to him and he covered her nipple with his mouth. She sighed as the wet touch of his mouth sent shivers down to her sex. She kissed him on the top of his head.

“I was going to go down on you,” she whispered.

“Later—I need to be inside you.” His voice was muffled against her breast.

Fiona arched her back and pressed her breast against his mouth. She moved her hips against him, rubbing against his erection. He rutted against her, holding her around the back and the hips.

“Please,” he begged when she rubbed her wetness against the tip of his cock. She raised herself up and he placed his tip at her opening. Fiona bit her bottom lip as she sank onto him, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her muscles stretching to accommodate his size. She leaned over and kissed him gently, tasting herself on his lips. Their tongues touched each other and set off a chain reaction in their groins. Fiona pulled her mouth slightly away from him as she moved up and down his cock. Brodie pushed into her, maintaining the same tempo, his hands resting on her waist.

Fiona watched his face relax as they started to work together and he gave into the pleasure she was instilling in him. Their passion rose and their need for one another increased with each stroke.

His pubis pressing against her clitoris was pulling Fiona towards the edge again. She sat back to increase the pressure. He grinned at her, obviously able to tell that she was near completion. His hands left her hips and moved up to her breasts–a thumb on each nipple giving her even more erotic sensations.

She threw her head back, feeling her hair tickling her back as she rode him hard and fast to her release. Suddenly she cried out and she felt her inner muscles clamping around his cock as the climax flooded her body and soul. As the pulses waned, Brodie jerked her down on top of him and rolled them both over. He reared up onto his hands and started to pump into her. Once he had a suitable rhythm, he moved onto one hand and moved his other between them, his thumb gently stroking her clitoris.

“Brodie, I don’t think I can...” Fiona started, but stopped when she realised her body could take the pleasure again and that another orgasm was beginning to uncoil. Brodie’s gaze never left her face as she started to work with him, matching him stroke for stroke, licking her lips and swallowing hard.

She felt him lengthen inside her and his tempo faltered slightly. Then he roared his release and filled her with his seed. A few strokes of his thumb later and she joined him in oblivion. He wriggled his hands under her back then rolled them onto their sides, still joined and both breathing heavily.

They lay for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms, sprinkling delicate kisses on the other’s skin every so often.