KILTED DESIRE 3 - New Blood (2 page)

Chapter 2

   It was a warm Sunday morning and Tiffany was up early.
She had showered and made breakfast for Scott. Her private jet was to arrive that afternoon for her return trip to California.
 
It was just after 9:30 a.m. when Scott came downstairs, lured by the smell of
bacon.

  
“Guid morning,” he said as he put his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

  
“Hey handsome.”

  
“Och I’m going tae miss having my breakfast made fer me when yer leave.”

  
“Is that the only thing you’ll miss?” she teased.

  
“I think yer know the answer tae that lass.”

  
“So what are we going to do today? She asked as she handed him his bacon and eggs.

  
“I have an idea, just get yer bag packed when yer finish yer scran and I’ll take a quick shower.”

  
“My what?” she asked, she was usually quite good at understanding his accent and ‘Scottishisms’ but this one had thrown her, she hadn’t heard him use it before.

Scott laughed.

   “Sorry, yer food. Scran means food. I dinnae do it on purpose but occasionally the odd word slips oot,” he explained, smiling.

  
“Okay, that’s a new one. I’ll try to remember that.

   Half an hour later Tiffany was in the bedroom getting her things together and packing her bag.  Scott was in the shower, the hot water cascading over his hard, tired body was invigorating. Although he wanted to stay under the soothing jets all day, he knew there were better things to do. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with a big white towel, which he then tied around his waist. A brief look in the mirror told him that he needed to shave, but he decided to go with the scruffy unshaven look for one more day. Plus he knew Tiffany liked it, and they were about to spend their last few hours together.

   Scott walked out of the bathroom, and across the hallway towards the bedroom. He was wearing just the towel. Quietly, he entered the bedroom. She was standing at the foot of the bed putting her folded clothes into her bag. She hadn’t heard him come in. Scott could move very stealthily when he wanted to. He moved up behind her, admiring her. Tiffany was wearing denim shorts and a pink t-shirt, her hair was in a pony-tail. He watched her for a few seconds before pushing himself against her from behind and simultaneously reaching his arms around her and caressing her breasts. She was a little startled but soon arched her back and moaned.

   “Hey baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

   “I like tae surprise yer sometimes,” he said as he held her in his playful but firm grip.

   “
I love it when you take control, it turns me on when you overpower me and make me do things,” she said gasping as his hand slid inside her shirt.

   “That’s guid tae know,
” he whispered as he tilted her head back slightly, by gripping the hair at the base of her pony-tail. The side of her neck was exposed and he gently kissed it before playfully biting it, while still keeping a tight grip on her hair. She struggled a little but he had her trapped, she wasn’t going anywhere. Not that she wanted to, but it was fun for her to try and get away, although she knew she couldn’t. Scott let go of her hair and with both hands, quickly removed her t-shirt. After throwing it on the floor behind him, he wrapped both of his hands around her torso, while returning his mouth to the side of her neck. She moaned again as his teeth scraped her skin. He slowly slid both of his hands down her stomach and pushed one inside her ‘Daisy Dukes’ while the other undid the button and pulled down the zip. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Scott moved his hands to the outside of her hips and slowly slid off the denim, sinking to his knees as he lifted each of her feet to completely remove the shorts. As he stood back up his towel fell to the floor, leaving them both completely naked. She was still standing at the bottom of the bed and he was behind her, pushing himself against her. Her arms reached up behind her and grabbed his head while his hands cupped her breasts. He teased her nipples with his fingers, gently pinching and stroking before pushing her forward on to the bed. She was on her hands and knees in front of him. He slid her legs apart and pushed her arms forward. He spanked her a few times, starting gently but each time getting slightly firmer. She moaned with pleasure each time his palm made contact with her butt cheeks. When he noticed it was starting to get a little red he dropped down to his knees again and started to tease her core from behind, first with his fingers, then with his tongue, enthusiastically licking and kissing. After a few minutes he turned her over on to her back, while remaining on his knees at the foot of the bed, and pulled her towards him. Once again he slid her legs apart and pulled her core to his mouth, proceeding to lick and suck enthusiastically, while his hands reached up and played with her nipples. She was breathing heavily, moaning and gasping with each stroke of his tongue. Hearing her get excited turned him on, a lot. By now he was very hard, and when he was sure she’d had at least one orgasm, he stood up, grabbed her legs, and pulled her towards him. She gasped and threw her arms up over her head as he pushed himself inside her. As he moved faster and deeper he lifted her up in his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he continued to thrust. He kissed her passionately and spun around before pushing her back against the wall, her legs gripped his waist tighter and tighter as he rhythmically moved his body into her. After about 10 minutes of wall action which had caused two pictures to fall, they both reached an incredible orgasm. Scott turned around and laid her down on the bed, they were both exhausted, but happy. He was going to miss her when she was gone and was determined to say goodbye properly.

   About twenty minutes later a similar scenario played out in Scott’s bedroom. In fact it happened a few more times that day too, before they eventually decided it was time to get out of bed, get dressed and head for the airport. It was hard to say goodbye, but the excitement of what they had to look forward to in a few weeks was enough to keep them both smiling. Scott returned home to an empty house later that afternoon and it was depressing. After spending a few weeks having someone there every day it made him realize just how much he wanted and needed that companionship. Tiffany arrived home safely too and went back to work the next day. The couple continued to talk on the phone and text several times a day over the next few weeks.

   It was getting towards the end of October. Scott had just one more week left in Ohio before he made his move out to California. To say he was excited was an understatement. He’d said his goodbyes to most people, including the majority of his Kickboxing students and his neighbors. He’d also been down to his favorite sports bar the previous week and said farewell to the regulars there and Sam, his favorite barmaid. Things were looking up for her, as her husband had managed to find another job. So she wasn’t working as many shifts anymore. Scott was going to miss a lot of people, especially the kids that he taught, but he knew it was the right thing to do.

   It was late Sunday evening. Scott had just watched the NFL football game on TV and had called Tiffany for their late night chat. He completed his usual routine of making sure the doors were locked and brushing his teeth before heading to bed. It was around midnight when he turned off the lights and laid his head down on the pillow. It took him a while to go to sleep. It was hard for his brain to shut off. Various thoughts about his impending move and new life kept running through his head. He felt like a young kid trying to sleep on Christmas Eve, but eventually he drifted off.

   Scott was a light sleeper, very light in fact. This was just something that happened as a result of his past military work, there was nothing he could do to change that. He woke up with a start, and sat up quickly looking at his digital alarm clock, it said 3:07 a.m. He knew something had woken him up and quickly tried to gather his thoughts. After a few seconds of silence he lay back down, thinking he must have been dreaming, he shut his eyes. Less than two minutes later he heard a loud bang, he wasn’t sure what it was but it seemed like it was coming from downstairs. This time his heart rate increased, he had a feeling that someone was inside the house. He jumped out of bed quickly and made his way to the bedroom door. He was wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts. Lots of thoughts were going through his mind, as he moved quickly and quietly out of the bedroom and into the upstairs hallway. He was almost certain there was someone downstairs. He was positive it couldn’t be Tiffany, he had spoken to her a few hours ago and she was in California. There was no way she’d come into his house in the middle of the night anyway, plus she didn’t have a key. He had to think logically and quickly, yes, he was positive it couldn’t be her. If he was going to launch a strike against an intruder he’d use every skill he had to render that intruder incapable of causing him harm and he wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt someone he knew. It was after 3:00 a.m. the only possible reason anyone could have for being in his house uninvited at this time was either to cause him harm or to steal from him. His mind was clear, he was happy that the intruder needed to be dealt with using force, if indeed it was an intruder.

   Scott didn’t keep a gun in the house. He didn’t need one. He had more than enough skills to take out an intruder, even if they were armed. The short hallway seemed like it was a mile long as he crept quietly in the darkness towards the top of the stairs. As he reached the top step he heard another noise from below, it sounded like someone had tripped over something. Now he was 100% sure that someone was in the house. He heard a door creak, he was pretty confident that it was the door from the living room that led to the stairs. Scott moved just inside the spare bedroom, which was closer to the stairs than his room and crouched down. Sure enough, there was someone coming up the stairs, Scott heard the familiar creak of the third step up as it was trodden on. It only happened once, there was only one person coming upstairs he thought, as he remained crouched down behind the partially closed spare bedroom door. He was calm, as the footsteps got closer, concentrating more on how to deal with the situation rather than who it was.

  
Scott knew exactly where the infiltrator was and heard them get to the top of the stairs. They were heading right for him. Then suddenly the door that Scott was hiding behind was pushed a little from the outside, but it didn’t hit him. Scott was poised and ready to strike but the intruder didn’t enter the room. It seemed as if he’d just taken a quick look inside and moved on. The spare room was virtually empty apart from a twin bed which had a white duvet laid over it. Maybe he’d seen that there was nothing in here Scott thought, as the footsteps started to move away down the short hallway. It was time to strike, Scott stood up and with amazing speed and stealth moved out into the hallway. The large figure was a few steps in front of him and was moving towards Scott’s bedroom. He was sure nobody else was coming as there were no more familiar sounds coming from the stairs. It was dark but Scott’s eyes were accustomed to the lack of light and could make out his target well. It appeared to be a large male, around the same height as himself.

  
Just before the stranger reached his bedroom, Scott struck. He landed a heavy right hook to the side of the man’s head from behind, and as he fell Scott clamped his huge right arm around the man’s throat, locking it onto his left arm which was across the back of his victim’s neck. The conflict was as good as over, and after a few seconds of struggling, the man was unconscious. Scott lay on the back of his victim who was face down on the carpeted floor. When he was sure there was no longer a threat, he released the potentially lethal choke hold. He was confident he hadn’t choked him long enough to kill him, just long enough to make him black out. Scott stood up and turned on the light, it was time to find out who the hell this was and what he was doing.

   The bright light filled the hallway. Scott’s eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust as he focused on the large man lying on his floor. He was a large heavily tattooed man with a shaved head and a dark beard. Scott didn’t know who he was but he was certain it wasn’t a burglar. A few feet away from the prone man’s head was a handgun, Scott picked it up and emptied the clip. Whoever this was he wasn’t here to steal a TV, he was here to kill me, Scott thought. His mind quickly started to work, he knew there was always a risk that someone associated with a terrorist organization could come after him due to his previous military work, but the man didn’t really fit that profile. Then he thought about Tom, what if he’d survived the Russian Mob incident and had come back seeking revenge by hiring a hit-man. Scott wasn’t sure, but whoever it was he knew he had to call the police and let them deal with it. Eventually anyway, first he was going to try and find out who his visitor was.

   Scott searched the man’s pockets looking for some form of ID but there didn’t appear to be anything. After a couple of minutes he gave up and started to shake the man, and slap his face to try and make him regain consciousness. At first there was no response but after a few minutes the man started to rouse. Scott turned him over and laid him on his back. He sat astride his chest pinning his arms with his strong legs. The man was drowsy and vulnerable.