by K D Michaels
“Yeah, okay, when you have that shit in the bag, let me know, ho!” Diesel half laughed, as she walked towards the door.
“Actually, Diesel, my lass does. We share everything. Even after we’ve both had a long day, we work side by side with dinner and cleaning up. Are there times my lass does it all? Aye, she does and it’s because she wanted to take care of me. Are there times I do it for my wife? Aye, if I get home before her, I have no problems starting dinner, cleaning up and taking care of our wee bairns. That’s what a relationship is.”
“Lord woman, your parents really fucked you in the head!” Rameriez muttered as she followed Diesel out of the conference room door.
“Romanian gypsies! The women quit school, marry as teenagers and the men rule.” York answered the men’s questioning stares as they walked out behind Diesel.
9
For the first time since meeting Highlander, Pratt was afraid to be in the same room alone with him. She’s never talked about her past horror with anyone, partly out of shame for what she put up with for her parent’s approval, but also for everyone’s safety, incase her warnings weren’t heeded by her ex-husband and his family.
Pratt took off her vest and duty belt, putting her gun in the drawer by her side of the bed. Grabbing her towel off of the closet hook and her night clothes, Pratt headed to the bathroom to take her shower while Highlander did his thing.
Standing under the hot spray of the water, Pratt felt the tears falling down her face. Covering her face with her hands, Pratt started sobbing, trying her best to be quiet as she fell apart in the shower.
Several minutes after the first sob broke, Pratt jumped when she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Trying to step out of the embrace, she was held onto tighter.
“Talk to me, lass. What’s wrong?”
“No one was supposed to ever know about the hell I went through with Jon. I fought hard, for years, to keep it quiet, to protect everyone I love!” Pratt broke into with more sobs.
“I know, love! That’s what makes me love ye even more. Ye endured hell for years to protect ye brother, our son and ye teammates, never once telling anyone or complaining about it.” Highlander smiled into his wife’s red swollen, tear stained eyes.
“I’ve allowed men to continue doing what I fight, day in and day out. I’ve killed to protect those I call family. I’m tainted, my heart and soul are black!” Pratt shouted at her husband hitting his chest with her fist as she cried.
“Bad men! Evil men! And ye may have let them continue lass, but in reality, ye have been dismantling their operation, one target at a time, rescuing victims from them. Ye have been unconsciously dismantling their lives without realizing what ye were doing.” Highlander lifted his wife’s head off of his chest with both hands, forcing her to look up at him.
“I understand if you want to leave and file…”
“Lass, ye finish that sentence, I will tan ye arse red!” Highlander told Pratt, glaring into her eyes, clearly upset by her train of thoughts.
“I’m just…”
“And I’m telling ye I will spank that delicious arse until it’s cherry red and ye can’t sit for a week! I’m not leaving ye because ye did what was necessary to survive and protect our son. Ye have ye team, my team, ye godfathers, Trident Security, Carter and his lass, ye brother and always me to help ye now. Not one of us condemn or blame ye for the past. In fact, we, minus ye brother since he doesn’t know anything, yet, but the rest of us, we are in awe of ye with what we’ve found out in the last several days.”
“But they were all so angry about what I told them I’ve done!”
“Oh, lass! My bonnie, beautiful, clueless wife! Aye there were angry, but not at ye! They were angry ye felt ye needed to protect everyone alone. They were angry because ye shouldn’t have had to go through what ye did. Women, to the men ye have now surrounded yeself with, are to be cherished lass. Women are to be loved, treated like goddesses. Eddie, his team, Pattrick, his team, and even my brothers all strongly believe women are to be treated as the goddesses ye are.”
“Even the ones who carry guns and kick ass on a daily?”
“Aye, love. Even lasses like ye! Women like ye need that treatment even more, because ye see shit what we warrior men are trained or even raised to protect ye from. Just because ye carry a badge and gun doesn’t mean I love ye less or differently. It means, to me, that I cherish ye more than I do now, because of what ye have seen on a daily. Ye deserve more of my love than I have given in the past. I am a blessed man because of ye in my life, I am blessed ye are my wife and mother of my bairns.”
“I just don’t understand what I’ve done to deserve you. I keep waiting to wake up and realize I’m dreaming.” Pratt sobbed into her husband’s hands that framed her face.
“Ah, beautiful, ye deserve love just by being ye! Ye are so beautiful inside and out that it makes my heart burst with joy when I see ye, hear ye voice or even feel ye next to me.”
Sobbing a little harder, Pratt started hiccupping and gasping for air as she cried. “I love you!”
“Aye, Laura Renee MacCleod, I love ye more than ye will ever know!”
Highlander leaned down, fusing his lips to Pratt’s. He started nibbling a little on her lips, trying to calm her down. As Pratt started to sniffle, Highlander nibbled and licked her bottom lip.
Pratt opened her lips slightly, licking her lips, teasing Highlander with her taste. Pratt whimpered low in her throat when she felt Highlander’s hands move from her face.
“It’s okay lass, give me ye lips, love!” Highlander demanded in a low voice.
Highlander’s hands roamed from Pratt’s face up to her wet hair. Highlander gripped her hair tightly with one hand as he angled her head just how he wanted. His other hand gently wrapped around her throat and walked her gently back towards the shower wall. As soon as Pratt’s back touched the wall, Highlander went for the kill.
Gripping her hair tighter, squeezing just slightly around her throat, Highlander growled as he feasted on Pratt’s lips, drinking in her moans as they escaped her throat. Highlander devoured her kisses as if he was a man starved for her taste.
Pratt’s hand reached up to grab Highlander’s forearms, grasping to hold onto something, afraid of drowning from her need for Highlander’s taste. Their tongues dueling for dominance in their fight for pleasure.
When Pratt started to shift from foot to foot, Highlander broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. Leaning down, he turned the water off then moved the shower curtain before breaking contact with Pratt.
Before Pratt could say or ask anything, Highlander pulled her out of the shower, replaced his hands in their original position on her throat and hair as he leaned down to start kissing her again. With their lips fused together once again, Highlander slowly walked Pratt backwards out of the bathroom towards the large king bed they shared in their hotel room.
When the back of Pratt’s knees hit the bed, without losing his grip on her hair and on her throat, Highlander placed one of his knees on the bed, helping her slowly lower herself to the bed. Once Pratt was laying prone on the bed, Highlander started to kiss and tenderly bite his way from her lips to her breasts.
Removing his hands from her hair and throat, both hands cupped her full breasts, massaging them as he teased her nipples with his tongue. Loving the whimpering sounds coming from Pratt’s throat, Highlander leaned back down sucking one of her needy hard nipples into his mouth, sucking, nipping and licking it into an even harder point.
Pratt arched her back, trying to shove more of her breast into Highlander’s mouth, growling when he chuckled around the nipple he was unmercifully teasing, driving her insane.
When Pratt moved her hands to grab at Highlander, he let go of her nipple with a pop and reached down to smack the side of her ass by her hips.
“Don’t move Laura! If ye keep squirming or try to top me, I will stop. Move up towards the top of the bed, grab the headboard and don’t move.”
Pouting, Pratt moved to do Highlander’s bidding. Grabbing the bottom of the headboard, Pratt closed her eyes as she tried to calm her runaway heartbeats. She wasn’t scared, no Highlander would never harm her, she just never knew what to expect with him. Would he be soft and gentle, touch her all over, loving every bit of her? Would he be rough, yet still allow her to touch him when the need was too great? Or, would he alternate between them both, all the while refusing her the ability to touch him, making everything so much more intense?
Once he saw she had obeyed his command, Highlander went back to worshipping Pratt’s breast, making her nipples stand at attention. Once he paid enough attention to both luscious globes, he started to nip and lick his way down her stomach, stopping every now and then to kiss one of her stretchmarks that remained from her pregnancy with the twins.
Remembering what she looked like pregnant with the twins, Highlander’s cock became hard as steel. He wanted her carrying his baby again. Pratt was so fucking beautiful when she was pregnant, more than he thought possible.
“Fuck, lass! Ye slay me with ye smell and ye taste! I can never get enough of ye!”
Highlander bit the belly pooch Pratt still had before licking the spot to sooth the sting. Moving his large 6’3” frame between her semi spread legs, Highlander took one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder as he laid down on the bed to make a meal out of her.
He teased her with his tongue and fingers, gathering her moisture on his tongue. Using his fingers, he opened her outer lips so he could use the flat of his tongue to lick her juices that were already trickling out. Highlander teased her clit that was out of its hiding spot with the tip of his tongue until she squirmed. Highlander smiled as he sucked hard, causing Pratt to cry out his name.
Highlander knew she was fighting her release. She always did. It both frustrated him and made him love it because he knew when she did let go, it was euphoric for both of them.
“Stop fighting it lass! Ye know I always get what I want.”
Highlander’s voice against her clit, combined with his stubble always drove her crazy. Highlander grinned his evil grin when he felt her squirm her hips trying to get closer to him.
Highlander looked up at Pratt’s face, where she had her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. “Eyes open Laura. Look at me!”
Pratt opened her eyes, glazed over, stared down at Highlander. Keeping her eyes on his, Highlander lowered his mouth to tease her clit, licking around it, away from where he knew she wanted him. Highlander smirked when she growled at him for his teasing.
When Pratt started whimpering, trying hard to stay still, Highlander decided to have mercy on her. Using both his tongue and fingers, he started licking and sucking on her clit as he penetrated her core with his fingers as he will his cock, after he’s bought her to orgasm.
Highlander continued to feast on Pratt’s clit with his tongue, licking and sucking, while he used his fingers to tease her core, getting her ready for what’s to come. Feeling her walls starting to spasm, becoming wetter with each thrust, he nipped her clit just before he started to suck harder, bringing her to orgasm, staring into her eyes.
Pratt’s mouth opened on a silent scream as she came. Highlander didn’t wait for her to come down from her orgasm before he was up on his knees, taking her legs onto his forearms to spread her wider as he thrust his hard cock into her wet pussy, groaning deeply at the feel of her surrounding his cock.
Highlander tried his best to be gentle and tender with her, but she felt like heaven to him. When she bit her lower lip, whimpering at the same time he thrust in, Highlander’s control snapped. Leaning down after wrapping her legs around his waist, his thrusts sped up, becoming harder.
Highlander looked into Pratt’s eyes with each thrust. “Fuck, Laura. Ye feel so damn good. Touch me lass, fuck let me feel all of you on me!”
Pratt let go of the headboard and grabbed Highlander’s shoulders. Highlander growled low and deep in his throat when he felt Pratt’s nails digging into his back from the intensity they were feeling.
Feeling that all familiar tingling at the base of his spine creeping up at the same time as he felt the tingling in his balls, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer with her meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Joe!”
“Let go lass! Stop fighting your release!” Highlander demanded his wife.
When Pratt’s eyes closed, throwing her head backwards, Highlander balanced himself on an elbow as he used a free hand to grab her around her throat. Highlander lowered himself to her ear.
“This is my pussy! Ye belong to me lass!”
“Fuck! Yes…Joe…shit…”
“Give…it…to…me…fuck! Lass, stop…fighting…ye…release!” Highlander ordered with each thrust.
Unable to stop himself, Highlander’s thrusts became harder and faster as he looked into Pratt’s eyes. Leaning down, he nipped her bottom lip that she had been biting into and pulled it with his teeth.
Squeezing slightly at the same time Pratt thrust her hip up to meet one of his thrusts, Highlander growled at her. The images of her pregnant with his child came to mind again as he leaned down to her ear.
“I think I’m going to plant another babe in ye womb lass. Ye pussy is hot and slick, ready for my seed to be planted.”
As Highlander whispered what he was going to do to Pratt, he felt her inner walls spasmed, her hips moving faster to meet his thrusts, and her nails digging into his back as she scratched from his shoulders down to his lower back.
“Give…me…your…orgasm!” Highlander demanded with each thrust, harder, getting him closer and closer to his own release.
“Joe! Please…oh God!”
“Mine lass!” Highlander reared up on his elbow as he looked into Pratt’s eyes, squeezing slightly on her throat in sync with his thrusts.
Pratt was fighting her release and it was now pissing Highlander off. He pulled out and turned her over onto her hands and knees. Smacking her ass twice, once on each cheek, Highlander pressed down on her upper back forcing her to lower her upper body onto the bed, keeping her hips up.
Highlander used his knee to spread Pratt’s legs how he wanted them as he stroked his cock. “Lass, ye need to let go. Get out of ye head. If ye keep it up, I will cum without letting ye have ye own release.”
Pratt nodded slightly into her pillow, gripping the blankets. She whimpered when Highlander started to massage her ass cheeks with his free hand just before lining his cock up with her pussy entrance.
Just as he pushed in, Highlander smacked her ass cheek. “Fuck, lass, ye pussy is hot as fuck! So fucking wet, listen to the sounds it’s making as my cock slides in and out!”
Instead of answering him, Pratt started pushing back with each thrust, meeting him, growling into the pillow as she bit it to keep from screaming out. Highlander leaned over, grabbing Pratt’s arms and put them behind her, using one hand to hold onto them as the other hand held on to her hip as he pounded into her pussy from behind.
Highlander could tell she was still holding back. Looking up towards where her head laid, he realized her shoulders were shaking. Pulling out, he turned Pratt over and saw she was crying into the pillow. Laying down next to her he pulled her into his arms.
“Was I too rough?”
“Oh God no! I’m sorry. I’m still in my head from earlier. I don’t deserve pleasure right now.” Pratt hiccupped into his neck where Highlander held her head.
Highlander moved back so that he could see into Pratt’s eyes. Staring into her eyes for a few moments, Highlander moved slowly as he leaned in placing his lips onto Pratt’s.
The kiss started out soft and sensual, heating up every few seconds. Highlander rolled Pratt onto her back, grabbing her upper thigh of her left leg after settling between her legs, he pulled it up over his hip.
Looking into Pratt’s eyes, Highlander slowly entered her, thrusting slowly, murmuring sweetly to her. After several thrusts, Pratt started bucking her hips to meet his thr
usts.
“Slow down lass. Let me love ye the way ye need to be loved right now. Ye deserve ye pleasure more than anyone, Laura. Ye are beautiful inside and out, my joy, my heart, my soul!”
Highlander leaned down and kissed Pratt passionately as he kept thrusting in and out, keeping a slow steady pace. Pratt dug her nails into his back, meeting his thrusts, trying to get him to speed up his movements.
Placing her foot on the bed, Pratt started bucking her hips, reaching down to grab Highlander’s ass. Highlander stayed still, allowing Pratt to ride his cock, never breaking the kiss.
When Pratt broke the kiss to gasp for air, Highlander kissed his way down to her neck, licking and nipping, then moving back up towards her lips.
“Oh God! Fuck! Joe…”
“That’s…it…lass…fuck…”
Highlander started thrusting harder, nipping at Pratt’s chin as she turned her head to gasp out from the sensations. Highlander kissed and nipped his way to her ear where he kissed the spot behind her ear where he knew she was sensitive.
Just as he bit into the spot, Pratt bit into Highlander’s shoulder as her body started shuddering. Highlander yelled out Pratt’s name as he came hard, when she bit into his shoulder. Pratt screamed out Highlander’s name as she coated his cock with her juices, both of them breathless, holding each other as the shudders subsided.
Highlander looked down into Pratt’s eyes just before he leaned down and kissed both of her eye lids, her nose and then her lips again.
“Would it make me a bad husband if I hope ye wind up pregnant from tonight?”
“Caveman!” Pratt laughed into Highlander’s neck.
“Where ye are concerned, lass, always! I love ye, Laura. Never doubt that. I will always love ye, in heaven or in hell.”