Taken By The Forbidden Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  It was short, except for the train that had now been taken care of with the sharp blades of a pair of scissors. I lifted the straps off my shoulders, watching, as their cocks bobbed up and down to the show that I was giving them. “I think it’s time for the big reveal. Trust me, you’ve both seen it before, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have some surprises up my sleeve.”

  When I dropped the straps, my hidden secret came out to their eager eyes. I was wearing edible underwear. I took one hand each and I drew them to the bed.

  I laid there with my legs spread with each one holding one leg each and then they were moving in. until they were touching the strawberry essence. I heard them slurping and I looked down to see that they were stripping those edible panties away and consuming that delectable delight. There was no reason to stop them, after all the creamy center was where they were going to end up. I put my feet up onto the mattress, spreading my knees and letting them get better access to the goods.

  “I don’t know about other women, but I think I understand why it’s better with two. You haven’t lived…oh yeah…until you have two men going down on you at the same time.”

  I could feel their hot breath and then their tongues begin to move in unison. One concentrated on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, until Timothy buried his oral protrusion into my body. I’d never felt anything like it and I never knew that I could be a hair trigger from going off.

  That wet sloshing sound was a byproduct of my excitement. I wasn’t in love with Timothy, but I did enjoy seeing his body and playing with him was something that I could get used to.

  “Honey, I would like to see you cum all over our faces. Just let yourself go and I’m sure that it won’t take all that long for you to have that orgasm. I know how much I mean to you and I know that what you said on the beach was not just platitudes. I think that deep down we know that we were meant to be together and that this issue with your visa was the perfect way to make us see what we had right in front of us.” He returned to licking circles and I found myself pushing up against them.

  “We are definitely going to have to do this… AGAINNNNNNNN.”

  My legs were quivering and there was no denying that having them both was like a dream come true. As I was coming down from that moment, I noticed that Timothy was now between my legs and that Holden was holding my ankles wide.

  “I thought that he deserved to go first. After all, I had that pleasure two days ago. Don’t worry, I plan to give you more than you can handle.” I felt Timothy bury himself in one long stroke. I don’t think that he would have done that, except that he was a little inebriated. “I love that we can do this together. You really are something special to me and to your friend Timothy.

  I had their clothes off and I had their bodies and I knew that the love that I shared with Holden would forever bond us. I don’t think that I would ever fall in love with Timothy, but I think that we could make room for him in our life and in our bed. Until such time that he found somebody special, I would be more than happy to show him a good time with my husband, either watching or joining in.

  He was fucking me hard and my heels were slapping up against his back, as I turned my head and found a hard on with my name on it. I slipped my lips over the crown of Holden’s cock, as he started to piston in and out of my mouth, until they had a healthy rhythm going that really did have those bedsprings working to the best of their ability.

  “This is fucking amazing. I don’t think that I could ask for anything more. You’re one of my best friends, Avril and now you’re my sometime lover.”

  His seed blasted fourth and he pulled free, so that he could spray from my pussy all the way up to my breasts. I guess seeing that was what brought forth Holden’s own climax. He let loose and filled my mouth, although this was more explosive than the last time. Maybe seeing me with another man had tickled his fancy.

  I was still tingling and the product of Timothy’s desire was now congealing on my stomach. I could feel it turning into this hard sticky mess. I would need to take a shower, but right now that was secondary.

  My main concern was to see if they were feeling any ill effects from doing something like this. I don’t think that I could have done this with anybody, but my best friend. I don’t think that Holden would be comfortable with me being with any other man besides Timothy. They were both going to be in my life and working side by side in both restaurants. This was what I had envisioned and I think that I could have died right now with a smile on my face.

  I laid there between them, touching their chests and seeing them looking at the ceiling with smiles on their faces. I don’t think that I could be happier, except that I knew now that I was probably with child. It was almost like I’d been given a gift and even though I had not confirmed it with a doctor, I was still sure that there was a life growing inside me. I knew that it was Holden’s, but I also knew that Timothy would be a part of its life.

  As I closed my eyes, I put my hand on my stomach and knew that everything was coming up roses. I loved that both of these men loved me for who I was. My weight was not an issue and being big boned was something that they both liked. What girl could have what I have? I wanted to tell myself back in the day that everything was going to be great. At least I could look back at those times as growing pains. Life was strange and it is true that it’s all about waiting. The universe has a way of giving you exactly what you want.

  THE END

  The Navy SEAL’s Knocked Up Email Order Bride

  Chapter 1

  Sloan Tiller got his final discharge papers, releasing him from the military service he'd provided for the last twenty years. He didn't really want to retire, but with his parents dying in a car crash and him being the only heir to their company, he didn't want it to be sold off.

  The only problem with the will, was that little codicil his parents had tucked into it. They had expected him to be married and have a child by the time they'd died. So in order to inherit the company, he had to find a wife and get her pregnant within six months of taking over the company.

  He had no idea how he was going to do that, but the lawyer had suggested he look online, that maybe finding a bride on there would be a reasonable option.

  His family had trained elite guard dogs for the military, police, and law enforcement all over the country, and occasionally foreign governments had even bought their dogs. Each dog was worth anywhere from twenty thousand to as much as a hundred thousand dollars, depending on how much training they got. The company produced numerous dogs every year, and had a full staff of trainers, an on call vet, and people to help feed and care for the dogs.

  Sloan was used to the dogs, but he didn't enjoy the training part. He liked the results and had actually worked with more than one dog when he was in the Navy Seals to find drugs and nail drug lords on missions.

  He missed his parents, he just didn't understand why having a child was so important to them. He'd never really wanted kids, but since this had been the only thing his parents had ever wanted from him, he decided to honor their wishes. Besides. He didn’t want to give up the family business to someone else.

  If he could find the right bride.

  Sloan was the in charge, dominant type, and it put a lot of independent women off that he was a control freak who liked to be the decision maker in the relationship. It was a hard habit to break. He'd been in charge of his unit within a couple years of joining. He had natural leadership qualities. But now, in the civilian world, it left him struggling to compromise, as having his judgment questioned could have lead to the death of his men. They had trusted him. It made it hard to butt heads with women who constantly needed to know his reasons for everything he did.

  He'd always felt like a wife should be a supportive role, and he'd take care of her, protect her, he'd listen to her, but if he made a decision, he didn't want to argue about it all the time. He didn't like conflict. He wanted his woman to trust him enough to realize that any decision he made was in the be
st interest of both of them and the bigger picture, and he hadn't been able to find a woman who could trust a man that much.

  Maybe an online bride really was the best way to go. He just didn't know where to start. His lawyer said he'd help him, but he had to move fast. If he only had six months to find a bride and get her pregnant, he couldn't waste time second guessing his decision in order to keep his family's business.

  He just didn't want to see the guard dog business his family had spent close to fifty years working with go down the drain because someone who didn't know what they were doing bought it out because it sounded like a neat idea, without really understanding what they were getting into.

  He could do this. He would do this. He just needed a wife that wouldn't hate him for being the dominant ass he could occasionally be. Finding a special woman in such a short amount of time seemed like it was an impossibility, but if she was out there, he'd find her.

  Once he set his mind to something, he always completed it, just like the Navy had taught him.

  Chapter 2

  "I cannot believe you talked me into this, Madison."

  Amy laughed as she checked her dating profile online and deleted all the emails from the men who just seemed like they were after sex.

  Madison was Amy's older sister. Married older sister, at that, who thought Amy was being too reclusive and needed to get a life. Amy was a preschool teacher and she wasn't rich, but she was happy and content. She didn't really go out of her way to date anyone, but they lived in a small town and there weren't a lot of men to choose from.

  "Wait, stop, go back. Look at that one. He's hot," Maddy told her sister, and pointed to a man with a buzz cut, his arms crossed in a t-shirt, jeans tight in all the right places.

  "He looks nice, I guess,” Amy observed. “He doesn't seem too happy about his picture being taken."

  She clicked to read his profile. Ex-military, owner of his family's business, looking for a wife. Not into wasting time.

  "He seems like he wants to rush things a little bit," Amy said, unsure if that was what she was looking for. He didn't sound like he really wanted a wife, at least not as a companion and friend, but he made it clear he wasn't looking for a short time fling. He was blunt and to the point. She could appreciate that.

  "Read his email before you make any judgments," Maddy told her sister, and pointed at the little icon on the screen to go back to the inbox.

  Amy shrugged, and opened his email. He was blunt and honest about looking for a wife because of his parents’ dying wish and explained the situation. That he could offer financial stability, children, and a relationship that possibly could develop into more over time, but he wasn't unrealistic about the nature of what he was looking for. Also, she read, that he would expect monogamy and would give the same.

  "Well, he's...honest," Amy muttered and then stared at his picture. Something about him made her almost want to respond. His email bordered on ridiculous. What kind of man just laid out everything like that so bluntly?

  "Amy, he sounds perfect for you. You keep saying how you don't believe in love at first sight. You want kids. I know you do. You're going to be thirty next year and you may not get a better offer than something like this. I think you should do it." Maddy grinned at her.

  Madison was five years older and already had four children, and another on the way. She'd gotten married in college to her high school sweetheart. Her husband owned a construction company, and Madison worked as his personal assistant so she could bring her kids to work before they were in school. It worked for them, and they'd been madly in love for almost twenty years.

  Amy just wasn't sure she believed in any of that. It seemed so farfetched that a lasting relationship could be built on a business agreement, or in Maddy’s case, the infatuation you feel as a teenager.

  Yet, people did it every day, including her sister. She was just more jaded than that. The man she'd loved and met in college had turned out to be gay, and she'd caught him in bed with another man.

  She was more hurt that he couldn't trust her enough to tell her the truth, than she was about the violation of their bedroom. His being gay hadn't bothered her. Well. It bothered her that he was the wrong sex for her to be gay with. More than that, it was the lack of honesty that had destroyed her emotionally, and she'd shied away from men after that. She figured her judgment just wasn't sound.

  "You need to get over Blake,” Maddy told her gently. “It's time Amy, it's been almost ten years. You need to move on. Give this guy a shot. The worst that can happen is you change your mind and come back home and pick up where you left off."

  "I'll consider it." Amy told her, although she'd already decided that Maddy was right, and she'd give Sloan a shot.

  She waited till Maddy went home for the night, and wrote him a response.

  I read your email. I think honesty can be a good start to a relationship. While monogamy is important, honesty is more important to me than anything else. I understand why you are in a hurry to get a wife and I'm willing to come out there for a week and see if the two of us get along. If we do, I'm open to the arrangement you are suggesting.

  Amy

  Hitting the send button, Amy took a deep breath and shut her laptop and went to bed for the night. She tossed and turned for hours, resisting the urge to go hit the refresh button to see if he'd replied yet.

  Maddy was right, she needed to move on. At least this man was honest and upfront about everything. That sort of man was rare. If they could go into a relationship knowing where they both stood and had chemistry then maybe, just maybe, it would work.

  She'd heard of worse ways to start a relationship.

  Chapter 3

  Sloan was waiting anxiously at the airport where Amy would be arriving shortly. It was a four hour flight for her because she was coming up from a tiny town in Montana, to Eastern Washington where he lived. Montana wasn't that far away in the big picture, but the drive would have taken a couple of days, especially with snow. It was safer to fly.

  He'd seen a picture of her, and he had to admit the picture did a lot for him. She had short-cropped black hair that was really curly, pale white skin and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She looked like a pixie.

  When she walked out to the luggage area where he was waiting for her, he was surprised that she had the short height to go with it. She was barely five and a half feet tall. She looked like a teenager. He knew she was almost thirty because they'd exchanged ID's online, along with all personal information before the trip.

  She had on a bright purple top, a pink fluffy jacket with a black fur lined hood, and blue jeans with—seriously?—pink cowboy boots. On any other woman, the ensemble would have looked ridiculous, but on her, she looked adorable.

  She grabbed her suitcases off the line, and he stepped forward to help her and smiled at her when she looked up at him.

  "You're taller than I thought," She told him as she handed him one of her bags, and shook her head when he reached for the other. "I got it."

  "You're shorter than I thought." He grinned at her, and then started to walk away to go to the truck out in the parking lot to take her back to the house.

  "I get that a lot," she muttered, and followed him silently for the rest of the walk.

  He loaded her bags in the back seat of the truck, and started the motor, waiting for the engine to heat up the cab.

  "Was your flight okay?" he asked her as he rubbed his hands together, having forgotten his leather gloves.

  "It was okay. I hope you weren't waiting for too long?" she said, the awkward conversation filling to car.

  "Nope. We'll head back to my house. We have a hundred and fifty acres, we have a couple horses, some goats, but mostly, we do dogs. I can show you around when you're ready but I don't advise messing with most of the dogs. We have a combination of German Shepherds and Belgian Shepherds, and many of them are nippy and they bite hard. I do have a pet. He lives in the house with me. That one loves attention," he told her as he
pulled out of the parking lot.

  "Another Shepherd?" she asked him.

  "Nope. A Chihuahua," he said, and grinned at her.

  "Well, that's...a small dog." She blinked at him, realizing he'd managed to shock her. He was every inch a manly man, so to picture him with a tiny little lapdog was an interesting mental image.

  "Don't let him fool you. Fred is every inch the guard dog. He might only be a few pounds, but he can intimidate almost any of our bigger dogs. He rules the roost around here." Sloan grinned at her.

  "Fred?" she asked. "Where did that come from?"

  "Named after Fred Astaire. I like old black and white movies," Sloan told her. "And my Fred is quite the little dancer."

  "Interesting. I like black and white movies too. Cary Grant is one of my favorites old actors," Amy told him, glad they'd found something in common to talk about.

  "Don't be surprised if Fred takes a while to warm up to you though, he usually doesn't like strangers," Sloan warned her.

  "That's okay, I'm patient," Amy reassured him, and looked out the window.

  It took about forty-five minutes to drive out to his house from the airport, and the property and house surprised her. Everything was immaculate, and the house was bigger than she thought it would be. It was a white, three story farmhouse with a full wraparound front porch with a wooden swing that rocked gently in the breeze.

  "It's beautiful," she said in awe. "Did you grow up here?"

  "Yes, I did. It was a good place to raise a kid. We have a creek on the back of the property that you can swim in during the hot summer months, and we have a pond that freezes in the winter that's about four feet deep, just enough to ice skate on," he told her as he pulled up behind the back of the house and parked.