The Scotch Queen: Book Two

by Penelope Sky

  He paused our embrace to look me in the eye, satisfied by my response. He kissed me again before he pulled my hand from between my legs. He pressed a small kiss to my fingertips before he placed them in his mouth and sucked.

  My thighs squeezed around his hips automatically, my nipples hardening at the same time.

  He sucked the taste of my pussy from my fingers before he pulled his mouth away. “Lovely, what were you thinking about?”

  I knew exactly what that question meant. “You.”

  “And what was I doing?”

  I was embarrassed to say the truth, even though I couldn’t embarrass myself more. He’d already seen the worst of it. Instead of answering him, I kissed him again. Maybe that would be enough to get right to the point.

  But he was too stubborn for that. He pulled away. “Tell me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth and pressed his fingers against my clit. He rubbed me aggressively, touching me better than I touched myself.

  When he made me feel so good, I couldn’t think straight. “You went down on me.”

  His fingers slowed down, and he gave me one final kiss. He trailed kisses down my body until he reached the apex of my thighs. He scooted down until he was on his stomach below me, his face between my legs.

  I immediately writhed, my fingers digging into his hair. “God…yes.” My nails moved into his shoulders, and I nearly sliced the skin. My hips flexed, and I pressed myself farther into his mouth. I wanted every inch of his tongue against my clit. I wanted it inside of me, outside of me. With this blinding pleasure, I couldn’t think about anything other than how good he felt, of getting more of him. “Crewe…” His name shouldn’t have left my lips, not when it increased his power over me, but I didn’t care in the moment.

  He blew on my slit before he circled his tongue around my clit again, applying more pressure until he hit me in the perfect spot. He made me come violently, sending me over the edge when I didn’t realize I was standing on the cliff face to begin with.

  “Crewe…” My head rolled back, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensual fire that ripped through me. It was powerful, incredible. It was of the best orgasms he’d ever given me, the kind that made my pussy clench even when he wasn’t inside me. I pooled at my entrance, and Crewe licked it away like he wanted every drop.

  When the climax subsided, it slowly faded away. The tenderness between my legs throbbed even when the ecstasy was gone, so every touch of his tongue still made my hips jerk with pleasure.

  He lifted his head and raised himself up, a gleam of moisture coating his lips. His cock twitched with arousal as he moved himself on top of me. His skin was flushed with blood where his muscles flexed and worked to hold himself up, and a thin line of sweat formed over his pecs and neck. I wished I weren’t so attracted to him, but there was no way my body could ignore how incredible he was. Not only was his body awe-inspiring, but he had a rugged jawline and warm, mocha eyes.

  Instead of remaining satisfied, I wanted more. I wanted his thick cock inside me, to stretch me deep and wide like every man should stretch his woman. I gripped his biceps and guided him farther on top of me. “Fuck me now.”

  A quiet growl escaped his lips, and his eyes hardened. He widened my legs and pinned his arms behind my knees, adjusting my hips and stretching my lower back in a way he never had before. He bent me exactly the way he wanted me and pressed his head to my entrance. Slowly, he sank into me.

  Somehow, that felt more incredible than his face pressed between my legs. “Crewe…”

  “Fuck, that is some wet pussy.”

  “Because you make me wet.”

  He stopped sliding into me and stared at me with his smoldering expression. “Lovely…Jesus Christ.” He sank the rest of the way, inserting his entire length until his balls hit my ass.

  My nails dug into his triceps, feeling the solid muscle that was tighter than a rope.

  He didn’t rock into me slowly like the other times we’d had sex. He pounded into me hard right from the beginning, tapping the headboard against the wall with the velocity of his thrusts. He breathed hard through the exertion, his powerful body becoming coated with sweat within minutes.

  My hands dragged down his chest, and I felt my tits shake as he fucked me hard. I loved watching his face as he moved inside me, the sexy clench of his jaw and the hard look in his eyes. Sweat formed at his temples and a drop splashed onto my chest. I loved watching him fuck me as hard as he could, taking me roughly as if he couldn’t bear to have me any other way.

  I was gonna come again. I could feel it deep inside my pussy where he was hitting me. Like there was a special button inside me, he pushed the trigger. My hands moved up the back of his neck, and I gripped his hair, holding on to him as an anchor while the fire swept through my body. “Crewe…I’m coming.”

  He breathed hard through his thrusts. “I know.” He pumped into me harder, grinding against my clit and giving me an extra push that gave me a more powerful orgasm than before. I spiraled into a chaotic whirlwind of satisfaction and screamed through the sensation, not caring if everyone in the house heard me.

  “Give it to me…” My hands slipped through his sweat as I tried to grab on to him.

  He closed his eyes and released an involuntary moan before his thrusts ceased. He inserted himself completely inside me before he came, his cock thickening within me as he released. Another violent moan escaped his mouth again as he finished, filling me with every ounce of his seed.

  Now that the fun was over, I lay back and caught my breath. I didn’t realize how sweaty I was until we were both satisfied. My body had been moving with his the entire time, my body meeting his thrusts as I took his length when he gave it. I didn’t even realize it was happening. When Crewe and I fucked, I didn’t think about anything else but our bodies moving together.

  And I suspected he didn’t either.

  4

  Crewe

  When we were finished, London got into the shower.

  She walked away without speaking a word, her hair stuck to the sweat on her neck. When she walked away, some of my come seeped from her entrance and down the inside of her thigh. I watched it trail down until she was no longer in the room.

  Fuck, that was hot.

  I lay back on the bed and listened to the shower run. Her naked body was under that warm water, her smooth skin wet and slippery. My body was covered in sweat, and I didn’t want to lie on the bed anymore.

  I decided to join her.

  She stood under the water with shampoo massaged into her hair. The soap bubbles clung to various parts of her body, including her tits. Her curves were even more beautiful surrounded by a cloud of steam.

  She didn’t turn around when I walked inside, either because she didn’t care or didn’t notice. The shower was large, big enough for more than two people, so I wasn’t hogging her space.

  I was satisfied with that erotic session, but I wanted to be with her anyway. I’d counted the number of times she said my name.

  Four.

  Maybe she hated me. Maybe she wished I were dead. But she certainly enjoyed fucking me.

  That gave me a strong sense of accomplishment.

  I’d never forget the sight of her touching herself, getting her pussy wet by thinking about me. She didn’t even notice that I’d walked into the room because she was lost in the moment, her nipples hard and her breathing deep and rugged. Her thighs were spread wide, and she rubbed that wet clit with everything she had.

  When my mouth pressed against her lips, I knew how soaked she was.

  Drenched.

  She went crazy when I went down on her. Her nails nearly cut me because she gripped me so tightly. She flexed her hips and gave me more of herself, and that only made me want more of her.

  She was incredible.

  I’d never had sex as amazing as that. I’d never been with a woman so gorgeous. I knew she was my slave and had no way of escape, but that wasn’t an act. She enjoyed me.

  Every.
Fucking. Inch.

  I pressed my chest to her back and wrapped my arms around her petite waist. My mouth found her shoulder, and I pressed a kiss there, tasting the soap she’d just lathered into her body. I preferred to taste my own sweat on her body, but this would do.

  She turned her head over her shoulder. “Wanted to keep me company?”

  Wanted to keep myself company. “No. Just wanted to save water.” My hands slid across her waist and back to my sides.

  “Very noble.” She turned around and tilted her head back so she could rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Her tits were soapy and wet, curvy and flawless. She had the perfect body, and it didn’t seem like she even realized it.

  I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some into my hair. I lathered the soap as I watched her stand under the shower, the suds running down her body. She was in a different mood when she was satisfied. Like rose petals on the wind, she drifted slowly. With lidded eyes, she was calm and peaceful.

  It was the direct opposite of how she was just minutes ago.

  She was a good lay the first time I had her, but the more we were together, the more her colors showed. We knew each other’s bodies better, understood each other’s likes and dislikes. I’d never bedded the same woman so frequently besides Josephine, and that didn’t even count. Our relationship was short and rushed. That’s probably why it didn’t last long. And Josephine wasn’t even that great in the sack. London, on the other hand, was incredible. I wonder if her list of partners was as long as mine.

  I never wondered if she left anyone behind. Was she seeing someone when my men snatched her from her bed? Did she have a boyfriend looking for her? Or was she promiscuous like I was, hopping from man to man?

  The idea of her being with a bunch of guys suddenly made me angry. It had nothing to do with her lifestyle choice. I just didn’t like picturing other men inside her beside myself. Must be because I owned her. Now that she was my property, I was annoyed that she ever belonged to anyone else.

  Man, I was a psychopath.

  How could I be irritated with anything she did before I stole her? “Did you leave anyone behind before you joined me in Scotland?” I worded it in a much more appropriate way than I wanted to.

  “I told you Joseph is my only family member. I had some friends, but that was about it.”

  She didn’t understand my question. “Did you leave a man behind?” If I looked at her social media account, would it say she was in a relationship? Was some nice guy crying over her every night while I fucked her? If that was the case, it didn’t seem like she was thinking about him when I was inside her.

  “A man?” She pumped conditioner into her hand before she massaged the ends of her strands. “No. I didn’t leave a man behind.”

  The irritation in my chest disappeared. If she did have a man, I would look at her differently. I would feel like I was sharing with someone who wasn’t even there. I moved under the water and rinsed my hair, wearing a mask so she didn’t know what I was thinking. “Been with a lot of guys?”

  She did a double take, clearly offended by what I just asked. “Excuse me?”

  That came out wrong. I didn’t word that very well. I was just so eager for an answer that I didn’t think it through. “That came out wrong.”

  “You bet your ass that came out wrong.”

  I wanted to smile at her feistiness. If she hadn’t stood up for herself at that comment, I would think less of her. “You seem experienced. That’s all I was getting at.”

  She continued to massage her hair with conditioner.

  I wasn’t getting anything out of her, and I didn’t know how to get my answer. “Did you have any serious boyfriends?” That wasn’t too invasive.

  She ran her fingers through her hair and coated each strand with the moisture. She had a lot of hair, so it took her a while. “When have you ever beaten around the bush? If you want to know something, just ask.”

  My little spitfire. “How many men have you been with other than me?”

  She stepped under the shower and tilted her head back. She ran her fingers through her hair as she counted in her head. “Four.”

  That’s it? I was expecting a lot more than that. “Four?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  I gave her an honest answer. “You’re amazing in bed.”

  Her fingers paused in her hair for a moment before she continued to rinse. “It takes two to tango.”

  The corner of my lip rose in a smile. “I’ve been with a lot of women. I could have just lain there, and it still would have been spectacular.”

  She shrugged then wrapped her fingers around her hair before she squeezed the water out.

  “Who were these four guys?”

  “What does it matter? Are you going to tell me about every woman you’ve been with?”

  “I will if you do.”

  “I don’t care about all the women you’ve been with,” she said coldly. “I’m sure you can’t even remember them all.”

  Not true. “I remember every woman I sleep with. I have a lot of regulars in various places. It’s not always about hooking up with a stranger before I continue on my way.” I wasn’t that cold. I gave them my attention and my respect—but nothing else.

  “But I doubt they ever meant anything to you.”

  Only Josephine did before she stabbed me in the back. “What does it matter if they did or didn’t?”

  She closed her eyes as the water fell down her face. “I guess it doesn’t.”

  “Tell me about these four guys.”

  She ran her hands over her hair then stepped out from under the water. “Why are you so interested?”

  “Answer the question.” It didn’t matter why I was interested. I just wanted her to answer the damn question.

  “The first guy was my high school sweetheart. It didn’t last long, and we were both learning. The second one was my freshman year in college. Went to a party and met a cute guy…you know how that goes. The third guy was my junior year in college. We saw each other for a while. And the last one was from my first year of medical school. We saw each other casually because we were too busy studying.”

  Now that I had my answer, I was annoyed. But what did I expect to happen? There was no answer she would give that would make me feel better about the others before me.

  “So I’m not very experienced,” she said. “At least, not more than most.”

  It seemed like it.

  She squeezed the water out of her hair again. “Is the interrogation over?”

  I ignored the irritation in her voice. “Was never meant to be an interrogation.”

  “If you learned to talk to people the correct way, people would open up to you.”

  I didn’t want to take the time to learn. I just wanted my answers immediately.

  She left the shower running and stepped out and grabbed a towel. Her ass was perky, and her thighs were toned. I wanted to trail my fingers up and down the back of her leg, to feel the smoothness of her skin. She patted her hair dry before she dried her hair with a blow-dryer and moisturized her skin.

  I stayed in the shower and watched her discreetly, taking in every inch of her luscious curves. Her beauty captured my attention, but everything underneath her skin was more fascinating to me. Her feistiness never waned, and she always fought for self-respect even if I insulted her. Most of the women I dealt with were timid and shy. I could push them around all I wanted because they never stood up to me. Josephine was like that.

  London never was.

  That opposition should annoy me, but it didn’t. I respected a woman who respected herself. I was aroused by the fire that constantly burned behind her eyes. The only time she was compliant was when my commands turned sexual. She didn’t have a problem following orders then.

  Because she liked it.

  The two of us had very little in common, but our chemistry was scorching. I liked the fact that she needed me once in a while. The rest of the time, she handled herself. She
wasn’t a damsel in distress. She barely needed me for anything.

  It was a nice change.

  Seeing Josephine crawl back to me and admit she made a mistake was a major turn-off. I never fantasized about her coming back to me, and I respected her less because of it. She traded in my love for royalty—because I wasn’t good enough.

  Fuck her.

  If any man ever earned London’s love, they must have truly deserved it. She wasn’t easy to impress. There was nothing a man could give her that she couldn’t give herself. Independent and strong, she was perfect. After she was captured, she still fought me tooth and nail. Anyone else would have sobbed all day and night, but she never shed a tear.

  She was tough as steel.

  Dunbar texted me. We’re ready for you, sir.

  I shoved my phone into my pocket and walked into the bedroom. London was sitting on the couch reading a book. She never watched TV or read the magazines my men brought for her. She had a very specific way of entertaining herself. “We’re leaving.”

  She finished the paragraph she was reading before she gave me her attention. “For good?”

  “Just for the afternoon. Come on.” I was in my jeans and t-shirt today since I had no meetings. I’d hit my private gym and went for a run along the countryside road before London had woken up that morning.

  “I’m not a dog.” She snapped the book shut. “Where are we going?”

  “Shopping. There’s a Valentino studio in Florence.”

  “A Valentine what?”

  I guess I shouldn’t be surprised she didn’t recognize designer clothing. She was too absorbed in school to care about fashion. “We need to get you a gown for the opening in a few weeks.” I never had to repeat myself so many times with other people. Anytime London and I spoke, our argument just went around and around.

  “You’re taking me to your distillery opening?” she asked in surprise.

  “Yes. Now get your ass up so we can go.”