HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance)

by Tencia Winters

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him fast. This would not be like one of his taunting and teasing kisses. She wanted this one to last as long as possible… for eternity if she could manage it. Silently she thanked Cece again for taking her to the Pit. Were it not for that night of breaking her comfort zone she would never have been led to this.

  She hooked one leg over his, keeping herself equally pinned against him as his hands explored her back as eagerly as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. His tongue played with hers, gently caressing it one moment and then almost angrily wrestling with it another. It was like a miniaturized version of his fight cages were simple strikes or outright grappling were both acceptable practices.

  “Put your leg down,” he whispered between kisses. “Spread your legs.”

  She obeyed, keeping his head close enough so that he could not pull away from their embrace. He gave no sign of wanting to break their kiss and she savored the feeling.

  With both her feet flat on the ground he drew her towards him. Her center of gravity was thrown so far off that she had no choice but to free his head from her hands and put both hands out to keep herself from tilting over. He aided her in that effort by putting a single arm under the small of her back like a roll bar, keeping her level while his free hand spread her legs only a smaller distance apart than they had a moment before.

  With her eyes still shut in their warm kiss, she felt his cock slip inside of her. And just as his hands, arms, and tongue had been she found that that too was stronger than she had imagined. The feeling of him inside of her was truly a demonstration of godlike prowess for she lost all sense of connection with everything around her. Her mind blanked… white light popped before her eyes… and all that she could perceive was him and the feeling of him inside of her.

  His free hand cupped her breast as her back arched. Again she felt powerless in his grip but marveled at how easy it was for him to keep her aloft. Most men would have buckled under her weight but he held her in place as if she weighed nothing at all.

  He began to rock inside of her.

  In… out… in… out… in… out… He moved slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her lungs felt like they were ready to burst, she wanted to make noise. Her only means of controlling her sound was to bite down on her lip to try and keep from breaking the rules that he had laid down. She didn’t want this to end… not now… not ever. Dreams and girlish fantasies had hammered the illusions of lust and trysts in her mind and now that those things had been made whole she would do nothing to risk them.

  He added more feats to his strength and lifted her from off the ground yet again. Her feet left the floor and she placed them flatly on the opposing wall until she was stretched out in the stall like Spider-man in an elevator shaft.

  Jay put his other arm under her back to lend further support though it did not feel as though he needed it. But he continued with his efforts. In… out… in… out.

  With every thrust, he plunged deeper inside of her. She felt like she was lying on a beach, feeling the tide come in and roll over her. Every new wave rose higher and higher against her skin, reaching more and more of her body. And that sensation of her blood beginning to boil returned freshly inside of her.

  And every time his cock went in and came out, the tide rolled further and further inland, threatening to consume her and sweep her out to sea. And as terrifying as that seemed, she wanted it. She wanted to be swept up… carried away… to be drowned in this sea of feelings. And as long as Jay was there to hold her, she feared no danger.

  Her legs began to tremble.

  The gently rolling tide was turning into a tsunami. She silently cursed her body. She wanted to prolong this… for as long as she could. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted to keep the feeling of this forbidden romance alive for as long as possible. She tried to keep the tide at bay… she willed her body to try and hold out.

  But Jay’s strength could not be denied. If he was a god, then he was a god of the sea, and capable of overriding any dam or levy that she built to try and keep him back. All she could do was worship him… his power… his strength… his virility.

  He began to grunt, but softly as he worked inside of her. She felt enough daring inside of her to open her eyes and witness the god that had her firmly in his grip. As before, the water dripped from off his body in small droplets. If there were a god of the rains then surely this was how he gave his miracle to the world. The sheen of light from the bathroom fixtures shined on his body as if he himself were radiating that light. And with every drop of water that fell from him to land on her felt like a second small kiss.

  His grunts began to match his thrusts and her body rippled with every penetration. Tried though she might to keep the waves from consuming her, she felt her resolve weakening. The feeling was growing too immense to be denied. Jay was accustomed to winning his matches in whatever arena he chose to make them. And she knew that this would be no except.

  Hold on… just a little longer… she tried to will herself. You’re leaving tomorrow… who knows when you’ll get the chance to do this again?

  But her thoughts availed her little. Every time Jay pressed in against her she felt her strength crumbling. It was like watching a slow-motion video of a wall crumbling, one piece at a time.

  Slowly the tide began to rise to its full within her. Spilling over the levy she had tried to build in her mind a little at a time. Then more… more… more… then the tide rose to such a height that she felt that if she had been standing on a shore that the waves would have washed over her entirely.

  She opened her mouth as if to scream… and held.

  It felt as if she had been swallowed by the earth more than the see. There was a crushing feeling within her that pressed on her from all sides. She could not breathe… think… or move… It was as if she had lost all perceptions of time itself and that blinding white light again flashed before her eyes.

  All she felt was Jay.

  She hung there, suspended in his grip, like she was floating on the air and with no desire to come back down. Though her hands and feet remained firmly planted on the walls where she could reach them, she felt as if she had no grip on anything. The feeling swirled inside of her… as if someone had taken a great large spoon to her body and swirled it like the contents of a cooking pot. Nothing felt like it was where it should have been… everything was jumbled and refused to settle.

  The water was suddenly shut off and she was only vaguely aware of it as the pattering of water against her skin and overwhelming silence seemed to settle over her.

  “Are you okay?” Jay’s voice asked, though it sounded as if it were a long way off.

  She had to struggle to find her voice as well as the right muscles in her neck to nod. It seemed to take forever before she was finally able to respond with a nod and a very weak, “Yeah…”

  “Good,” Jay said, gently setting her back upon the floor. Her legs trembled as he helped her to settle but she managed to stay upright, putting her arms around his neck to keep herself steady. She took a few moments to steady her breathing and he helped her by linking his hands at the small of her back.

  She rested her head against his muscular chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. The rapid thump-thump-thump of his organ told her that she had excited him just as much as he had done for her. The thought made her smile.

  “What?” he asked amusedly.

  She looked up at him, seeing a few stray droplets of water running down his face. “It’s just… all this time… I… I…” she tried, the words failing to form in her mouth. But the look on his face showed that he understood though she could not give form to her thoughts.

  “I know,” he said, that familiar golden smile forming again on his face. But this time, there was more meaning behind it. There was a sense of satisfaction behind it. The notion made her feel warm inside. “Believe me, I know.”

  She had the strong feeling that he did. “So… ar
e you ready for round two?”

  He smiled at her. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said delightedly. “You do have places to go tomorrow. And besides, people live to see a rematch.”

  She wasn’t sure why, but the thought of such a thing filled her with renewed anticipation and lust. It wasn’t a promise, exactly, but it was as near as she was going to get to knowing that they would be doing this again. Much as she wanted to have him again tonight, the idea of having to wait until next time held even greater appeal.

  But even so, there was one final question that she had and she wanted it answered. She touched his lips with her fingertips as if coaxing the answer from them. “So… why did you wait until tonight?”

  His expression was simple and innocent. All he did was smile.

  Fuck.

  When she rose the next morning she felt like some of the life had been drained from her and she felt sore, like a newly trained acrobat. But the feeling was wonderful. She felt like she had just won her first fight and so long as the soreness remained she would have a pleasant keepsake of one incredible night. And once the soreness went away…

  Well… maybe I’ll just have to conjure some reason to come home sooner, she thought with a wry grin.

  She dressed and gathered her bags, still feeling half asleep as she did so. And by the time she made her way to the main foyer of the house, her mother, stepfather, and Jay were all gathered to meet her and to see her off.

  None of them would be accompanying her to the airport, of course. Everyone had their own business to attend. But oddly, she found that mildly comforting. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She had a rematch to plan after all.

  “Goodbye, sweetie,” her mother said as she hugged her, her eyes lightly brimming with tears. “I’m going to miss you.”

  She smiled at her mother. “I’ll be back before you know it, mom,” she said, though she wasn’t delivering the words to her. Peripherally, she saw Jay smirk.

  “Remember everything I told you,” her stepfather said. “It’s going to be an adventure.”

  “I’m sure it will be,” she said, picking up her duffle. As she stood there, looking at her family she felt a smile rise up inside of her. “I’ve decided what I’m going to study.”

  “Oh?” her mother asked interestedly. “You’ve decided on a major?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. I have.”

  “What?” Jay asked.

  She smiled at her stepbrother and the bond that would remain their secret seemed to spark between them as she gave him her own million dollar smile. “Sports medicine.”

  He smiled back.

  THE END

  Wanted By The Outlaw

  Chapter 1

  Carlie checked her appearance in the mirror on the reverse side of the sun visor. The mirror wasn’t large but she was able to give herself an appraising look. She was full figured and buxom, and the chocolate color of her skin clashed with the dark blue of the dress that she had gotten into for tonight. The single blonde highlight in her hair gave a splash of color to her otherwise jet black hair.

  She didn’t look bad, she thought, though she thought that she could have done better. And with only fifteen minutes to get ready, she thought that she could have done worse. But as soon as they broke the city limits and headed into what the locals referred to as “open country” she had second thoughts about coming at all.

  But like so many times before she had given in to the pressure of Jackie, her best friend, to go out and do something wild and crazy. That usually meant going to a club that they had never been to before. It meant having a few drinks, eyeing the men there, maybe striking up a conversation… some harmless flirting… and if one of them got lucky, taking a cab ride home for a little no-strings-attached kind of deal. That was their way… that was how they had fun.

  But once they passed the edge of the city and entered into the kind of stretch of land where cabs wouldn’t go, Carlie found that she was dependent on Jackie to get home. Cabs wouldn’t come out here, not even if they were paid triple the fare. That also meant that Carlie was stuck with her friend, win or lose. And every mile that they traveled away from the city her spirits began to sink lower for the possibilities of how this night could end.

  Going out and doing something wild and fun sounded like fun when Jackie talked about it, just like it always did. Jackie always pitched it as a chance to break up the monotony of their everyday lives. To do something that was so far out of their comfort zone that if they were to mail themselves postcards about it the cards wouldn’t arrive for another week. To live life on the very edge… experience mystery… danger… and the thrill of being surrounded by the kinds of characters that filled Jackie’s only requisite for sexual conquest.

  “I want to meet a guy that makes me damp in my panties just by looking at him,” Jackie said as they approached one of the dozens of dive bars that could be found along the highway of the greater L.A. area.

  Carlie looked from her friend with mild disgust up at the bar as they approached and her expression changed. As mild as the loathing was for her friend at this particular moment, her dislike for this place was tantamount.

  The bar didn’t look like a bar at all. It looked more like the kind of place in a movie where fights broke out constantly and people were buried in shallow graves out in the back. Any second she expected to see a man – or a pair of them – come flying out the front windows of the place throwing beer bottles at each other or trying to pound each other’s lights out. At the very worst she expected to see another pair of men come crashing out the front doors locked in either some kind of a knife fight or a gun battle worthy of one of the old western movies.

  That’s fucking California for you… she thought as she took in the other details of the building.

  It was a simple one-story place. It was built out of cinderblocks and was a wide place, like it could have been some kind of a storage facility or something once upon a time. There were stained windows on the front, flanking either side of a metal double-door at which there was a line of people already waiting to get in. Through the windows she could see light flickering and the blurred shapes of silhouetted figures moving back and forth, the privacy of the place – at least from the outside – was assured.

  Oh, good, she thought as they drew closer. No one will see if we get murdered while we’re inside.

  The front was covered in graffiti from top to bottom and in the kind of street characters that she couldn’t read. Even from the outside she could hear the beat of loud music and the sound of laughter and high conversation. The smell of tobacco and engine exhaust permeated the air and she felt sick to her stomach after only a few breaths.

  As bad as the place was, it didn’t hold a candle to the kinds of people that were standing in line, waiting for admittance. There were men and women in both and both seemed to be divided into two distinct camps.

  Among them were the kinds of people she figured were the “normal” bikers. Those were bedecked in leather chaps, bandannas on their heads, dark sunglasses, beards, visible tattoos, and leather jackets that could have housed anything from knives to big bore pistols.

  Alternately, there were the collections of people that she knew to be the speed demons of this particular day in age. Most of them were younger, only one or two years removed from being kids really. Those were dressed with padded jackets and pants that sported the logo of bike races, or other faster-than-shit marketing. There were men and women there too, the women wearing figure flattering pants or shirts. Roadies, she thought they were called… or something to that effect.

  Either way it was a strange mixture of people. Bikers who preferred good old fashioned muscle bikes mingling with those who liked speed and noise from theirs, it was an odd sight. Being from deep inside the city she had always thought that the two groups of people generally didn’t like each other. To see them here was like watching fire and oil slowly creep towards each other and waiting for the inevitable flare up tha
t would consume them and everything else around them.

  There was a small assortment of other vehicles parked out in front of the place as well. The most dominant of the vehicles parked out front were of course the assortment heavy bikes; Harley’s… Sturgis… like that, which clearly belonged to the traditional bikers. On the other side, as if there were designated parking areas for them, there were Kawasaki’s… Hondas… Ducati’s… or ‘crotch rockets’ as she heard them referred to as. There were also a few pickup trucks and a few cars, including the car that she and Jackie had arrived in. but the former told her that this place was a gathering ground for bikers.

  Not the kind of place that we should be, she thought, kicking herself to agreeing to go out on another one of Jackie’s adventures. She said as much to her friend as they drew closer.

  “Oh, come on!” Jackie said, with a childlike whine. “Where’s your spine?”

  “Firmly lodged inside my back and that’s where I’d like to keep it,” Carlie said as she kicked a rock through the dirt of the parking lot. “To that end, we’re going back home… now.” She said resolutely, feeling determined to head back towards Jackie’s car, parked on the side of the road on the dirt shoulder where they’d left it. The car was old and a little beat up and wouldn’t have stood out in a gathering of vehicles like this so they might still go unnoticed, but Carlie would have thought that the car was better than a stretch limo if only they could turn around and leave now.

  “Carlie,” Jackie said, reaching out and resting her hands firmly on her shoulders and keeping her from moving another inch. “Do you know what this place is?”

  Carlie looked over her friend’s shoulder at the bar behind her and then looked back to her friend. The cinderblock walls, tinted windows, gathering of shady characters hadn’t changed. And a neon sign above the door that labeled the place as “The Open Road” shined brightly, but did nothing to tell her of any hidden or underlying meaning that she might have otherwise been missing.