Kahleena MacCarthy ~ To Meet a Highlander (3 page)

             
Kaeden knew his jaw dropped open before he could stop it. With any other girl, this would be perfect. But, not with Tsarina. He always thought she’d be his Tsarina. “Maybe I could renew your hope in men? He was an asshole. We aren’t all though.”

             
“Sure you are. What you did to all those other girls was being an asshole. Any idea how many cried and felt used? I’m agreeing to it. No hurt feelings. No Trystan to explain to. Two consenting adults having sex and then going on with their lives as they should. There’s no harm in it. Honest.”

             
He listened to the deafening sound of the silence that fell between them. Did he apologize? She was right. He did look like a worthless sack of crap. Kaeden couldn't blame her for not believing him. Or for not wanting to even give him a chance. If anyone deserved the benefit of the doubt, given his track record, it surely was not him.

             
“Tsarina, I could apologize for the crude behavior. But, the truth is, I’m not sorry. I didn’t want those girls. They were sex while I waited for you. I always thought we’d pair up. Your brother is my best friend. It just always made sense. Maybe I could get some time away from training and go to Scotland with you. Wouldn’t it be fun to get a little fun in with it? Maybe we could have sex by the Standing Stones.” He gave the smirky smile that always got him what he wanted, hoping like hell it would work in this case.

             
“Are you serious?” He watched in almost horror as Tsarina became furious, half wondering if he should duck from the things she just might pick up and throw. Trystan had always said she had a temper. “No. We can have sex. Or not. The choice is yours. Yes or no. Now.” Tsarina was clearly out of patience.

             
Kaeden stood and pulled off his shirt, praying his cock would be up for the test he was about to put it through. He
would
win her over. Kicking out of his shoes, he walked toward her and pushed her up against the wall. “What do you think, Tsarina?” He pushed his chest into hers, keeping his cock well away. “Here or your room? Somewhere else?” Kaeden breathed quietly into her ear.

             
He heard Tsarina sigh and try to squirm her body closer to his cock. “No, not yet. This part is on my terms. You got your terms. Now it’s my turn to set them. The sex is my way. Take it or leave it.” He used her words against her and felt like a jackass for it. But he was at the end of his rope with her. With the thoughts of what he wanted from her combining with the thoughts of all he could ever have from her.

             
Kaeden heard her gasp as he blew in her ear, trailing kisses down her neck he gently bit her shoulder. This would be his way. Slow. Convincing. Tsarina had to date him – had to want him like he wanted her.

             
Finally she answered him. “I'll take it. My room. Now. Let’s go.” He watched her kick off her heels, which were high, but still only placed her barely at his shoulder, and run up the stairs. Kaeden followed behind her, watching her ass sway as she climbed. “God, your ass is great.” Doggy style with her had to be on the list of positions for tonight. More than once. He hoped it was one of her favorites.

             
She turned, giggled and continued into her room. It was too pink for him, but hell, he wasn’t there for the scenery.

             
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Tsarina. Take them off?” He watched as she let the black dress slip down her five foot seven inch frame. She was toned. Not skinny. It’s what he always liked about her. Tsarina was athletic and firm. Kaeden envisioned her legs wrapped around his waist. Tight. Squeezing. His hands gripping her tight ass as his tongue worked its way between her breasts, eventually allowing his mouth to find a nipple to suckle.

             
“What about you, Kaeden? I’m only in my panties now.” Tsarina broke into his thoughts.

             
“Still too much.”

             
“You first. Take off your jeans for me?”

             
Not one for being shy, Kaeden did more than that. He grabbed his jeans and his boxer briefs and in one tug he had them both at his ankles, kicking out of them. He heard Tsarina gasp. Grinning he looked up and saw her staring at his bobbing cock. Kaeden shrugged. “What can I say? He’s happy to be out.” His cock had never let him down. This was no exception. The girls were always awed by his size.

             
He walked over and picked her up, tossing her playfully onto the bed.

             
“Kaeden, you just wanted to watch my boobs jiggle.” Tsarina accused as she laughed.

             
“Guilty.” He wasn’t even going to argue as he put one of her pert breasts in his hand, taking the tip into his mouth. He had waited so long for this.

             
Tsarina squirmed, trying to get closer to Kaeden’s cock. He wasn’t allowing it though. He was going to drive her insane with need before he allowed her to have it. He wanted her to beg, to hear his name gasped from her lips.

             
“Not yet. Patience. It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Kaeden whispered as he trailed kisses down her stomach. When he reached her pink lace panties, he went on. Kissing on top of them. Over the string that held them on her right hip, her lower stomach, down to the top of her mound, where he heard a gasp and felt her pull his hair.

             
“Kaeden, what are you doing?”

             
“Really? What do you think?”

             
“No, you can’t.” As she sputtered that she thought she wanted him to stop, he spread her legs wide to kneel between them. Leaning over, he licked from right above her anus all the way back up to top of her panties. “Oh! Kaeden!” He smiled as he used his teeth to start tugging down the only barrier that remained between them. “Kaeden, really. You can’t.”

             
“Oh, but I can.” He pulled the panties from her ankle and tossed them to the floor. “What’s more important is that I am going to.” He breathed lightly as he once again placed himself close to her sex. “As a matter of fact, right now sounds perfect.” Kaeden blew lightly right at her center   and then plunged in. He wasn’t in the mood to wait. He wanted a taste and a full taste. He’d waited years. There was no teasing. No gradual entry of his tongue. Just right to it.

             
Kaeden smiled as he felt her gasp, pull his hair, and buck her hips up to him. “Lovely, Tsarina. Absolutely perfect. You taste great. I always knew you would.” He enjoyed the rose scent of her skin as well. It had to be her body wash or a lotion. Whatever it was, mixing it with her natural scent, it was driving him wild.

             
As she squirmed and bucked, he felt the tip of his cock dripping. He’d never reacted to oral sex before. Sure, it made him hard, but it never got the pre-come flowing.

             
Kaeden inserted a finger into her as he continued to lick and nip. Tsarina’s moan of satisfaction was all the encouragement he needed. She was close. So close. He inserted a second finger and began to pump them in and out of her. Hard.

             
Tsarina bucked against him and soon she cried out as he was able to catch every drop of her release.

             
“Oh my God, Kaeden, we shouldn’t have. It’s so…so…personal.”

             
“Relax, Tsarina. You enjoyed it and so did I. Anyway, we've known one another way longer than is necessary to be able to be personal.”

             
“You did? But it didn’t do anything for you.”

             
“What? Of course it did.” Kaeden rose up to point to his dripping cock. “Does he look unhappy?”

             
“I just thought, well, there was no contact or relief for you. So…”

             
“Damn your ex was an asshole. He never pleased you? Babe, seriously, sometimes that’s the best part. I loved tasting you and feeling you let go on my tongue. Tasting every drop.” Kaeden watched as Tsarina blushed. He licked his lips to show her he made sure to not miss a single drop. Blushing again, she carefully ran her eyes over his cock, no doubt wanting to be certain he was as excited as he claimed.

             
“Let me ride you, Kaeden.” Hell. Kaeden thought he was going to come just from those five words. He’d wanted to hear them for so long.

             
“No, not this time, babe. My terms. Remember? Next time.” He leaned over her and finally allowed his dick to make contact with her stomach. Kaeden had to suck in his own groan as he heard Tsarina moan loudly. She ground up against him, trying to scoot higher so that she might get him inside her. “Easy. Relax. Maybe a little dry sex first?”

             
He laughed as he heard her growl in frustration. “Kaeden, it’s been so long. Can’t we go slow next time?”

             
“No, no way. There is only one first time.” Rising to his knees, he reached over for the condom on the night stand. After enjoying her eyes on him as he put it on, he slowly he inserted into her.

****

              The next morning Tsarina was still shaking her head. Deciding she was little better than Kaeden, she'd made an excuse about having to put in solid work for the day so that she was prepared for her trip.

             
She had never had terrible sex before. Terrible was actually an understatement, there was no word she could use for how awful the sex had been with Kaeden. Maybe she had expected so much more after seven months of being dry. And maybe due to his reputation. Had all the girls been so disappointed? She'd never heard any rumors. Thankfully, at least, he was good with his tongue. But that was it.

             
As the phone rang, Kaeden again, she let it go to voice mail. How was Tsarina going to get herself out of this? She’d made it sound as though they’d hook up until she left for Scotland. Honestly, that was her plan. Two weeks of mind-blowing sex and then off to stare at the Highlander hotties. For research, of course.

             
Wondering how he managed to get so many girls, Tsarina refused to dirty her crotch for Kaeden ever again.

****

              After days of not answering her phone and having Trystan make excuses to Kaeden for her, Tsarina was finally getting out of her brother’s truck at the airport. She couldn't believe she had to tell him about her night with Kaeden. Once again, as he had pointed out to her, her brother had to save her from yet another of her mistakes. One that he had warned her about.

             
“See you, little sister. Take care of yourself.” Trystan hugged her after he sat her luggage on the sidewalk.

             
“Will you forgive me for Kaeden by the time I’m back?”

             
“I think you suffered enough with awful sex. Serves you right. But, maybe next time you’ll listen to me when I tell you to stay away from one of my friends.” He laughed at the horrifying look Tsarina still got on her face when reminded of her bad sex date – and the fact she'd had to admit to every embarrassing moment, including that she relentlessly went after him, of it in order to get Trystan to help her.

             
“You’re a jerk.” Tsarina smiled. Trystan was fairly certain she was having second thoughts about going.

             
“You better get moving. You’ll miss your plane. Take lots of pictures.”

             
“I’m going there to work. Remember?”

             
“Yes, but I know you. You’ll seduce some unsuspecting male to show you around and get some fun in. Call me when you’re settled in.”

             
With that, Trystan knew it was time to leave or his sister would stand there until tomorrow morning. He hoped she would be able to survive without him. He was constantly fixing some mistake she impulsively made. Most recent – Kaeden. Who would protect her in Scotland?

****

              Tsarina boarded the plane three hours later, happy to have brought tons of music on her iPod. Soon she was sleeping and dreaming of transfer flights and beautiful Scotland landscapes filled with the Highlanders of old wearing their clan colors and protecting their clans.

****

              Galen Campbell sat waiting in the chairs outside the gate that Tsarina was supposed to arrive from. He assumed she had some Scots blood in her with the last name Fraser. Would she be a Highland beauty?

             
He spotted her immediately. Long dark brown hair, athletic build, around five foot seven. As she got closer he noticed sparkling green eyes. She would definitely be on every Scotland single male's to date list. Perhaps he could get a head start.

             
“Tsarina Fraser?” Galen questioned as she got closer.

             
“Yes, you must be Galen. It’s nice to meet you.” She dropped her carry-on bag to shake his hand.