I dipped my head and shook his hand.
That’s when one of the prettiest yet most intimidating men stepped into my eye-line. He was a fucking monster. I felt as though I was looking up a fifteen-foot ladder when he addressed me. The muscles that were bulging from every part of his body had me mesmerized. When he offered his hand I whimpered because it was the size of a plate. I took it as he said, “It is an honor to meet you, Emberly.” He smiled. “I’m Kincaid.” Even his voice shook the glass in the kitchen.
I was utterly overwhelmed and I knew Cailen sensed it when he pulled me close to his side and basically planted my ass on his lap. They all already had glasses of magic amber liquid in front of them. Cailen wrapped his arms around my waist as he joined the conversation and laughed loudly.
Alick passed me a glass and I eagerly took the contents and all but drained my glass. I didn’t know I had an audience until a whistle pierced my ear.
It was Kincaid. “You may want to slow down on that beautiful lady. It has a bite.”
Before I could respond both Cailen and Alick burst out in guffaws.
Cailen recovered quicker and offered, “The last person in this fucking room you need to worry about is, Emberly. She will drink you under the table and snub her cigar out on your back as she takes your wallet in poker.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
But before I could chastise him Alick barked, “It is inherently true. My future sister-in-law is quite a bit more fascinating than any dick in this room.”
It was official; I wanted to crawl under the floor.
Cailen grabbed my face and further reduced my self-confidence as he completely annihilated me in front of all these alpha males. I was reduced to a puddle of fucking goo.
When he finally released me I sucked in a breath; I realized that every person in the room had their gaze trained on my shocked face.
Kincaid offered a humor filled remark, “Cailen, let her prepare herself, mate. We are enough to deal with on a sober day much less a sexually fog-laden afternoon.” He gave me a reassuring glance.
I heard Cailen’s muffled laughter as he continued to basically give me a bath with his tongue.
I’m not sure what happened next because I was suddenly being whisked from the room.
Cailen picked me up and threw me onto the bed. My body bounced several times before he claimed me.
I choked out, “Cai, we can’t do this right now. What about all your friends?” My voice trailed off breathlessly as he ran hot kisses up my neck.
He never said a word he just slipped his hand between the elastic of his boxers situated on my waist and tilted his head back when he felt my warm, wet welcome.
There was no argument at that point, I shut my trap and let him discover. He pushed me against the bed and it took mere seconds for his clothes to fall to the ground and I was left with a hard, extremely eager Scottish wildcat.
I took a moment to appreciate his absurdly sculpted abdomen. My fingers trailed the muscles under his pale skin. I would need to tell him how much I appreciated his efforts at the gym because he was certainly beautiful to look at.
He smiled watching my eyes roll over his body. Then he hooked his arm around my waist and turned me over facing the floor. I felt him seeking my entrance and when he found it he rammed himself deep. I gasped. He pressed my legs together tightly as he moved deeply. I could feel his muscles contracting against my lower back and that released a moan from my lips.
He gripped my ass and his movements became quicker. His lips parted the hair at my ear and he growled, “Your body knows me and I fucking love how it is always wet and ready for me.”
He felt so good and when he talked to me like that I felt like exploding. He pulled me up and sat me on his lap with my back against his chest. His hands moved my hips up and down, side to side.
I matched his efforts and began grinding into his thighs. He slipped his hand down my waist and between my legs and began circling. I sucked in a breath because that almost sent me over the edge.
“Cailen.” I moaned in a whispered voice.
That drove him harder and he continued to circle my clit as he ground himself deeper.
My head fell back on his shoulders as I felt the climax coming.
He pulled his other hand to my nipple and tugged on my ring, which shot tremors quaking through my body as I came, barely able to contain my scream.
He groaned in my ear and continued to circle me, which sent raw shakes through my entire body. He lifted me so that he could pull out entirely and push back quickly. He did that two more times and I felt his arms tighten on my hips as he chanted my name through clenched teeth.
He rolled inside me for several minutes placing kisses on my shoulder blades.
He pulled me around to face him and cupped my face. “I love you, Gemma.”
It was those three simple words in that moment that tied the rest of my heart to his.
I smiled. “I’m all yours. Hope you’re ready, it’s going to be a bumpy, terrifying ride, bagpipe.”
He snorted. “I have a helmet and a seatbelt. Buckle up, love.” He kissed me and pulled me to my feet.
I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over my head.
He kissed my fingertips. “Come on, let’s go get you some clothes.”
That had me smiling from ear to ear. “Thank God!”
He chuckled as he pulled me from the room. He turned his head as we passed the kitchen and yelled, “Be back shortly dickheads.”
Within minutes we were sitting in the car whizzing down the coble street. He pointed out several buildings and told stories as we passed.
Finally, we pulled in front of the hotel and I all but ran to the elevator hoping no one caught the blur of my t-shirt and boxer clad image. We swiped the card for the door and I yanked it open.
Sighing, I crossed the room and headed directly to the shower and my toiletry bag. Cailen adjusted the water as I gathered my materials and slipped out of my clothes.
The water was bordering scalding but it felt soothing on my shoulders. Cailen rubbed soap across my back and poured shampoo into my hair lathering and massaging my scalp with his strong fingers.
Good grief this could be ranked up there with an orgasm.
I slipped a kiss to his cheek as I stepped out leaving him to stand under the stream. Once I was toweled off I soaked my legs in coconut oil and massaged it up my body. I combed out my hair and pulled the hairdryer from the wall and began the long dreaded task of the blow out. This one step normally took me about a half an hour.
Cailen was shaved and dressed by the time I finished with the last section of hair. I opened my makeup and dusted on a little foundation then shadowed my eyes in a burgundy hue to pull out the green irises.
Three coats of mascara and a pale pink gloss later I was ready to head to the closet.
I switched the light and thumbed my choices. I landed on skinny jeans with a cropped gold tailored blazer.
I tugged on the uber tight pants and buttoned the jacket over a low cut silk cami and finished with gold strap Gucci stilettos.
I took a final glance in the mirror and felt a sigh of contentment slip through my lips. It was one of my better creations if I did say so myself. This was more me, and I felt as though I could now hold my own with Cailen and his friends.
I was a force.
I meandered through the towels on the floor in the bathroom and walked into the living area. Cailen was standing at the window, one hand resting in his pocket and the other holding the phone to his ear as he laughed into the device.
I leaned against the doorway watching his movements and calm confidence. It sent a shiver of pride up my spine because that beautiful man was all mine.
He sensed me and slowly turned his head. His eyes widened when he rolled over my body and he immediately ended the conversation placing the phone on the desk and prowling across the room with an eager look in his eye.
I held out my hand.
“Now wait just a minute marathon man. I spent a lot of time and effort on this,” I gestured my hand down my body, “and I want to enjoy it for at least a few hours before we wreck it.”
He acted as if he heard nothing and pulled my lips to his. His tongue touched every surface of my mouth before he swiped the roof and ended with a bite to my lower lip.
At that point I had even forgotten what I said.
He smiled wide. “There, still gorgeous and now you’ll be ready for me later.”
It took a few moments to form the words but they came, “I’m always ready for you.” My hooded eyes finished a trek down his lips to his chest.
He took a finger and trailed it from my chin down my throat crossing my chest and circling my nipple ring under the sheer bra.
We moaned simultaneously and I shook my head wiling us to stop.
I gripped his hand. “Come on before we end up ripping this twelve-hundred dollar jacket.”
“I’ll just save it for later.” He said matter of factly.
We walked out the door and stepped onto the elevator. It was the first time I noticed what he was wearing and I hummed. The dark jeans fit snugly over his cock and the ass would put any man to shame. His white button down was rolled up at the sleeves exposing that orgasm-inducing tattoo at his elbow.
I wondered if it was possible to die from being horny so much, because if so, I might as well buy my plot at the cemetery because I’d be in it soon.
He grabbed my hand and led me through the hotel proudly stealing glances at me and smiling wide each time he drank me in. We hopped into the awaiting car and doubled back heading to Alick’s house.
Ten minutes later we stopped and he pulled me from the car. Before we entered the house he gripped the back of my neck and crashed his lips to mine as his other hand wound around my lower back yanking me into his thigh.
I moaned.
Finally he released me and we were both panting as though we’d just finished a 5k. He smirked and grabbed the massive handle on the door swinging it open. Immediately I heard the loud rumble of voices coming from the kitchen.
Cailen hung his head laughing as he pulled me in his wake.
The closer we got the more boisterous they became. I was now convinced they’d drank the contents of both bottles while we were gone. When we rounded the corner I eyed the empty glass bottles.
Yep. They soaked it right up.
I didn’t notice the silence at first until I lifted my gaze and four sets of massive framed eyes were raking me over. Stunned and intimidated is what I would call myself.
Kincaid let out a deep growl. “Cailen you better hurry and get a ring on her finger before I devour her.” His voice was deep and grovely but full of humor.
I blushed to my hairline and he barked a laugh. Everyone slowly began chatting again and Cailen was shaking his head laughing.
“He’s right, Gemma. Its imperative I secure that hand before some other wanker knocks me out of line.”
“Impossible. Your cock is my magnet. It could never get far enough away before it’s pulled back in.” I pinched the tip of his nose smiling.
He threw his head back laughing. “You have no idea how fucking true that is, love.”
I smiled then turned my head back to the guys. “Ok. Whose going to take me out and give me the full Scottish experience?”
All four grinned and raised their hands.
Kincaid barreled forward and crossed the kitchen in three long strides grabbing my hand and nearly yanking my arm from its socket.
I giggled and Cailen laughed out loud.
The sight of me bunched between these enormous alpha males was comical.
Stilettos and designer jeans against football jerseys and cotton pants.
We strolled through the streets amid catcalls and whistles. I wasn’t sure if they were directed at them or me.
We stopped at a pub and I was pulled to a stool between Kincaid and Cailen. The first round of Glenlivet hit the bar in front of us and it was devoured pretty quickly while we laughed at tales of Cailen during his football years.
Another round slid down and I loosen up enough to tell a few stories of my own.
Kincaid was fascinated by my bachelorette life and no relationship mentality.
I laughed. “It’s really common in Manhattan, doll. Careers are the staple and sleeping around is the life. One of my oldest friends is one of the founding members, basically. We’re known as the ‘Pretty Bitches’ of Fifth Avenue.”
I shrieked a laugh realizing just how fucking ridiculous that sounded and how stupid and meaningless that life was.
His eyes were on fire as he asked, “What’s her name?” His Scottish accent mixed with the alcohol was hard for me to follow.
“Lila.” I sighed thinking of our fight.
“Call her and tell her to bring her ‘Pretty Bitch’ ass out here and I’ll show her that sleeping with me once is impossible. She’ll have to shed her ‘one night stand’ rule when she takes me in.” His voice was just as sexy as his body and I had to reach over for Cailen’s hand to steady myself.
I laughed hard. “I’m sure that’s true but she is one hard nut to crack. Trust me. She’ll have you seeing red before the night is over.”
“I like a challenge and I love a good bitch. Give me your phone.” He commanded and I automatically responded.
I rifled through the contents of my clutch and pulled out the metal device.
He gripped it with his massive hand and thumbed through my contacts until he landed on her name. When he selected it and saw her picture a wide grin spread across his face.
“Fuck yes. She’s gorgeous, too.”
He pressed the call button and placed the receiver to his ear. Seconds later I heard his rumbly voice. “Lila? This is Kincaid and I am sitting at a bar in Edinburg having drinks with your friend Emberly.”
He paused listening as he smiled wide. “Yep, she’s sitting here with her fiancée, my best friend, Cailen Carmichael.”
He nodded and looked at me. “That’s right, married. Yep. Not sure. Uh huh. Well, I was hoping I could test your theory of one-night stands. I believe I could properly fuck you and have you chanting my name from those very beautiful lips.”
He leaned his head back laughing. “That’s right. All I know is once you let me work you over I can promise one night won’t be enough, beautiful. Yes. Lived here all my life.”
He looked at me and pulled the phone away from his ear to ask, “How long will you be staying?”
My eyes widened and I looked at Cailen who had a shit-eating grin on his lips and he just shrugged. I looked back at Kincaid and said, “I’m not really sure.”
He smiled wider as he placed the phone back to his ear. “Undetermined. Now, why don’t you get your pretty ass on a plane and join our party?”
He paused as he listened. “Ok. See you soon, ‘Pretty Bitch.’” I heard her barking laugh as he slid the lock and handed me the phone.
I blinked several times shocked at the events.
“Um, what the fuck just happened?” I asked completely dazed.
He smiled as he took a drink. “We pick her up at the airport tomorrow afternoon. She was busy booking her flight and didn’t have time to chat with you. Sorry, pretty lady.”
I sputtered several words before I finally managed, “Are you fucking serious? Lila? Is coming here? To Edinburg? Tomorrow?”
He snorted at my delivery and nodded in accent to each question. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes—6:15.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Lila hadn’t missed a day of work since she started at Vogue thirteen years ago. Matter of fact, she hadn’t left Manhattan in over ten years, not even to go to New Jersey.
It must be the fucking Scottish accent because it had completely veered us both off course.
I just shook my head and motioned for another drink. Cailen ran his hand across my back and leaned in to kiss my neck. I turned to meet those pretty pink lips and sh
owed him I wouldn’t mind a bit if he decided to rip this jacket right off.
He certainly wasted no time running his thumb up my stomach and brushing it over my nipple. I moaned into his mouth as he traced it several times and slid his palm down between my thigh and ran the length several times resting at the top inner side.
I pulled back because if I didn’t stop we were going to end up spread-eagle on the fucking bar. I shook my head staring at him with hooded eyes and I saw he was fighting to gain control.
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