Hesitantly, Angus offered his own, felt it swallowed whole before Calvin gave a gentle shake and released him. Angus was used to being the largest man around, but this guy made him feel positively delicate.
“Call me Angus.”
Calvin gave a brief nod and took the other suitcase. “Car is this way.”
For the first time in his experience, there was no fighting their way through the crowds at the busy airport. People parted in front of Calvin like a tide rushing out to sea.
“He doesn’t talk much,” Kate leaned closer to comment. “And don’t let his size fool you. He can move fast when he needs to.”
“I bet he doesna need tae often. One look at him and the villains would run the other way.”
“That’s the idea.” She smiled as they followed Calvin outside. “He’s one of my best guards. We’re lucky he just finished a job.”
The car Calvin stopped at was an old Cadillac, one big enough to fit his size. Kate climbed into the front, leaving the backseat for Angus. While they rode, she filled Calvin in on all the details of the job. He listened without comment, nodding occasionally.
“So,” she finished. “Anyone lurking around the house who looks suspicious, man or woman, let me know but don’t do anything without my orders. We want to lure this person into the open. I don’t think we’ll have long to wait. Did you reach Francine?”
“Yeah. She’s taking over at seven in the morning.”
“Good.”
The rest of the ride passed quietly, all of them lost in their own thoughts. As soon as the caddy came to a stop in her drive, Kate headed for the door. “Keep an eye on him until I check inside.”
A chill ran over him as she pulled her gun and vanished into the house. A glance at Calvin showed him the man had something else on his mind. He was studying Angus, his eyes narrowed.
“The boss, she doesn’t usually have much to do with men. I’d really hate for her to get hurt.”
If his intentions hadn’t already been pure, he suspected they would have become that way fast. “Ye dinna have tae worry. Yer boss is goin’ tae be my wife. Just as soon as she comes tae her senses and agrees tae marry me, anyway.”
“That’ll do, then.” They climbed out of the car, and Calvin opened the trunk and lifted out the suitcases. “Let’s go.”
Kate met them at the door, stepping aside so Calvin could deposit the bags on the floor. “Everything is secure. Do you want me to make you some coffee, Cal?”
“Naw. Got a thermos under the seat. Later.” The burly guard stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
She locked it, then leaned her back against the wood, smiling. “Alone at last.”
“Aye. But now I’m afraid tae touch ye. I dinna relish havin’ my bones broken. Yer Calvin is a bit protective of ye.”
“What did he say?” She took a step closer and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“It wasn’t so much what he said as the way he said it. ‘I’d really hate tae see her hurt.’” He deepened his voice to mimic Calvin’s, and Kate laughed.
“Are you planning on hurting me?” Her hands had reached his belt.
“Nay,” he murmured, sliding her skirt up her legs. As he knew he would, he encountered only warm bare flesh. “I plan on making ye feel very good.”
“Then you don’t have anything to worry about. Besides,” She undid his pants and reached inside, closing her fingers around his erection, freeing him from the constriction. His eyes closed in sheer pleasure, his hips pressing forward in an instinctive move, seeking and meeting the heat he’d located. “You better take advantage of the peace and quite tonight. Things could get hectic tomorrow.”
“Tell me ye’ve got plenty of condoms,” he begged, his mouth teasing hers. With one move he stripped her dress away then lifted her, slid his length between her legs, barely stopping himself from plunging inside.
“To hell with the condoms. I’m tired of messing with them.” She wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly. “I love you, Angus.”
The words sent heat shimmering through his body. God, just let him make it to the bedroom, he prayed as he started down the hall.
The trip seemed to take forever, but he finally dropped her on the bed and stripped out of his clothes. Elbows propped behind her, knees bent, Kate watched him with heavy-lidded eyes.
When he was naked, he paused to admire her. God, she had the sexiest body he’d ever seen. Her skin was naturally a light tan, and felt like velvet to his touch. Her muscles were sleek and tight, with enough curves to enhance her femininity. Her breasts were the perfect size for her frame, and so sensitive the dusky nipples tightened under his gaze alone.
He glanced at her cunt and his cock jerked when he saw her small clit, already enlarged with desire, peeking through the curls. He had to taste her, he decided. His mouth watered with the need.
“Did ye bring the vibrator, by any chance?” he asked.
“Yes, but it’s at the bottom of my suitcase.”
“Ah. Tae bad. I dinna want tae wait long enough tae dig it out.”
As he stroked her leg, she leaned over, opened the drawer on the nightstand, and pulled out an object that looked like solid glass. “Will this do?”
He took it from her and examined it. Approximately the circumference of a large cock, it was twelve inches long with a loop at one end that served as a handle. And along its entire length ridges circled, one after the other.
“It looks like modern art,” he commented. “What is it?”
Kate smiled. “It’s a sex toy. Crystal and I each bought one at a shop in Manhattan we wandered into last year. It’s made from solid hand-blown glass. You can heat it in the microwave, chill it in the fridge, or use it as is.”
“Ye’ve used it?” He arched a brow in question.
“No. It almost seemed too pretty. Besides, I didn’t have anyone to use it with.”
“Now ye do.”
He propped both pillows against the headboard, then pushed Kate gently back until her shoulders were supported. The half-sitting position would give her a clear view of the proceedings, and he knew how much she liked to watch.
When she was adjusted to his satisfaction, he knelt between her bent knees. “Have ye ever wondered what it would it be like tae have a mon pleasure ye with his mouth while ye were being fucked, Katie?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes,” she whispered. “Many times.”
Angus smiled. “Well, yer about to find out.”
Inserting two fingers through the loop at the end of the exotic dildo, he slowly ran its length down her slit, noting the way her thighs tensed as it slid over her clit, and the moisture pooling at her entrance.
“Oh,” she breathed, her gaze fastened on the glass.
Her hands fisted in the sheets as he continued to tease, letting the ridges massage the delicate, deep pink flesh. When her heels were digging into the bed and each touch had her lifting from the bed, he turned the glass tip to her entrance. Very slowly, he swirled it in her dew, making sure it barely stretched the opening.
Not until she whimpered did he allow the large object to slide in deeper. They both watched as the first ridge entered her. Then the second. And the third. She took almost all of it before he stopped and made a slow retreat.
Kate’s hips arched off the bed as he began a steady pumping. “Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I had no idea. Faster, Angus, please.”
As he obliged her, he stretched out on his stomach, his feet hanging off the end of the bed, and his aching cock digging a furrow in the mattress. Just seeing Kate’s pleasure had him ready to come, but he forced his mind back to what he was doing. He wanted this to last.
Lowering his head, he blew warm air over her clit. It was already so engorged that he didn’t even have to part her folds to reach it. The small nodule pointed skyward as though begging him to taste.
Using only the tip of his tongue, he gave a slow lap up one side of it, then the other. But instead of mo
ving on to her clit, he licked lower, nipping the folds and then lathing the opening where the dildo glided in and out.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Kate’s husky voice was a steady chant now, her head tossing on the pillow. He went back to her clit, nuzzled it, and then dropped a soft kiss on the area. Using the flat of his tongue, he licked the distended node, time after time like a cat lapping milk, never letting the glass slow from its plunging course.
Finally, he took her clit in his mouth, sucking with strong pulls. With a shriek, Kate buried her hands in his hair, forcing him even more tightly against her as her hips pumped frantically.
“Angus! Oh, God. I’m coming!”
Ramming the dildo in harder, he felt endless shudders wrack her body as she screamed her pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, an endless climax pulsing against his tongue.
When it was over, she was a shaking mess, but he couldn’t give her time to recover, and he was no longer capable of gentleness. His need was too desperate.
Dropping the glass toy beside them on the bed, he flipped her over, slid his arm under her hips, and lifted. The very second she was positioned, he drove into her, sinking his cock to the hilt. Not even her whimpers could slow him as he rammed in hard, deep and fast. It took him a moment to realize that Kate had braced herself, was shoving her ass back to allow him in even deeper.
Teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his forehead, he gripped her hips and increased his speed yet again. His cock swelled to such amazing proportions he wondered why it didn’t burst. But it wasn’t until he felt the first ripple of her second orgasm that he let himself go. Throwing his head back, he roared as he spewed come into the very depths of her body.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, his arms locked around her waist, still deeply embedded inside her. “Say it,” he whispered. “I need tae here it again, Kate.”
She shifted her head and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Angus.”
And to their surprise, the words alone were enough to make him come again.
* * * * *
“It feels like the damn thing is staring at me,” Angus growled, his voice rumbling under her ear.
Kate’s fingers paused in the act of circling his belly button as she glanced at the poster. “I know. That’s one of the reasons I loved it. It was as if you were watching everything I did.”
“And ye liked tae be watched.” He turned his head and brushed his lips over her forehead.
“Only when it’s by you.”
“Didna it bother the men ye brought home?”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “I haven’t brought any men home since I’ve had it. I didn’t need to. Not that they did me much good before then, either.” She rubbed her cheek on his chest. “So tell me about your first time when you were fifteen.”
He laughed, the movement lifting her body. “I wondered how long it would take ye tae get around tae asking.”
A smile lifted the corners of her lips. “After what Maggie said you can’t blame me for being curious. But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too.”
“Nay.” His arm tightened around her. “Ye can ask me anything ye like. I’ll always tell ye the truth. Let’s see. Her name was Lucy O’Connor and she was two years older than me. We’d been to a dance at school and slipped out in the middle. By the time we found a hedgerow I was a nervous wreck. I shredded two condoms trying to get one on right, and when I finally did, I wasn’t sure what tae do next. Luckily, she was more experienced and knew what went where. ‘Twas a good thing she was no virgin. I was so excited I barely got started before it was over. Lucy never spoke tae me again.”
“You told your mother all this?”
“Only the part about the condoms.” He smiled. “My mother had very modern ideas about protection. I wanted tae be sure she knew I’d followed her teachings so she’d be proud of me.”
“Was she?”
“Aye.” He cupped her breast with one hand, his thumb moving over the nipple. “What was yer first time like?”
She grimaced. “Embarrassing.”
“It couldna have been worse than mine.”
“Want to bet?”
“Aye. A dollar.”
“You got it.”
“Tell me.”
“Okay. It was my first year in college. It seemed like everyone was having sex, so I decided it was time to stop being a virgin and find out what all the fuss was about. Since I wasn’t seeing anyone that created a small problem. I’m afraid I was rather cold blooded about the whole thing and convinced I knew exactly what to expect.” She arched her back to allow his hand freer movement.
“There was this guy in my English class. He was a year ahead of me and a complete nerd. I figured he’d be so grateful for the opportunity I was offering that he wouldn’t ask any questions. So I invited myself to his dorm room to study.”
“I bet he was surprised.”
“To put it mildly. Seems he didn’t have any more experience than I did. So we sat down and discussed the issue very rationally, and concluded we could probably manage to get the deed done. We undressed then stood there and stared at each other.”
“And?” He was grinning.
“He had a little problem, ‘little’ being the operative word. Plus,” She lifted her hand and let her finger dangle. “Things weren’t exactly coming to attention. Didn’t bother me though. I was an adult. I knew what to do. Manual stimulation was the answer. So I grabbed him. I mean, all the books I’d read said they were sensitive, but I didn’t think they were that sensitive.”
Angus was laughing so hard the bed was shaking.
“Well, after he stopped screaming we applied ice to the appropriate part. Things were going from bad to worse. All the ice did was turn it blue and shrivel it up even more. I thought rubbing it briskly might restore the circulation, but for some reason he didn’t like that idea. He practically made me sign a blood oath before he’d let me near him again. However, I wasn’t going to give up. It took another hour and so much kissing that my lips were numb, but he was finally ready. At least he said he was ready. I couldn’t see much difference.
“Anyway, he climbed on, grunted for a while, and then rolled off. When I asked him if he’d actually gotten the job done, he got all huffy and insulted, and threw me out.” She shifted to look at Angus and grinned. “I wasn’t sure until two years later whether I was still a virgin or not.”
He wiped the laugh tears from his eyes. “What happened tae the poor boy?”
“I don’t know. He dropped out of school a few days later. I’ve always wondered if it was my fault.”
Angus disentangled himself and leaned over the side of the bed. When he straightened, he was holding a dollar. “You win.”
“Thank you.” Smugly, she took the money and tossed it onto the nightstand.
He stretched out and pulled her tightly against him, cradling her in his arms, his expression serious again. “Ye really think something will happen soon?”
She ran her hand over his chest and down his stomach, loving the feel of his skin. “You saw the house and read the note, Angus. They aren’t playing games anymore. They’re coming after you for real now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kate checked the doors and windows in Crystal’s half of the house for third time before moving through the connecting door to her own living room. A smile lifted the corners of her lips as she heard snoring. Angus had fallen asleep on the couch thirty minutes earlier watching soaps on TV.
She paused for a second just to look at him. He was dressed in his old jeans and a T-shirt, his head resting on one arm of the couch, his bare feet sticking over the other. His arms were clutched around a throw pillow. All in all, he looked uncomfortable, but she didn’t have the heart to wake him. They had stayed up most of the night talking and making love, and she knew how nerve wracking this waiting could get.
Moving to the front window she flicked the curtain aside and peeked out. Francine’s red compact was parked
across the street two doors down, and she could see the woman’s outline in the driver’s seat.
On her side of the street, two boys raced by on scooters and she could hear the mailman’s familiar whistle as he delivered mail. Everything seemed normal, so she let the curtain fall back into place and headed for the kitchen.
After checking the backyard, she poured a glass of iced tea and cleaned up the remains of their lunch. She didn’t really expect anything to happen during the daylight hours, but it always paid to be ready.
When she was done, she pulled out her cell phone and sat down at the table.
“Marc?” She tried to keep her voice low enough not to disturb Angus. “How did it go?”
“Well, it took me almost an hour to convince Linda we had to use Angus as bait, but she finally agreed to make some calls and casually let people know where Angus is. And Crystal is even worse. I don’t think she has any fingernails left. Both of them are positive something horrible is going to happen.”
She rubbed her forehead. “It’s the only way to get this over with. If we don’t, we’ll never know when this person could strike. At least now we’re expecting them. Have you heard any more from the detectives?”
“Yeah, but it’s not much. They said Ellen McLeod vanished after she left the home. There’s no record of her anywhere. They suspect she might have left the country.”
Kate grimaced. “How much do you want to bet she’s right here in New York?”
“No thanks. I don’t take sucker bets. Oh, and I contacted the sheriff in Maine. They didn’t get any usable prints from Angus’s house. I’ve sent a cleaning crew out and someone to do repairs, but it’s going to take at least a week before the place is livable again.”
“That’s fine. I’d rather we stay here anyway. I didn’t like the beach access to his house. It made him too vulnerable. You did call John Wesley, right?”
“He was the first one on my list. Didn’t talk to him personally, but I left a message with the Trent woman. She said she’d make sure he got it.”
“Okay, thanks, Marc. Call me if you hear anything else.”
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