SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  He wrapped an arm around her waist and ushered her inside, “I hope it will be the first of many.”

  THE END

  Passion Uncaged

  Annie hid around the corner of the plain brown brick building, and tapped the toe of her tennis shoe against the still surface of the puddle on the ground. When the ripples shuddered away from the contact, she waved her hands to disperse the swarm of mosquitoes that took flight into the muggy air. She took one last hard drag on her cigarette and listened closely to the sizzle of the cherry red end. As she exhaled slowly, she dropped the butt into the puddle and heard a satisfying hiss as it hit the water. She tapped the stagnant puddle one more time and watched the circular ripples spread and then fade. It’s now or never, she thought as she rounded the corner and pushed open the door to the dim, air-conditioned gym.

  She still was not sure what made her sign up for such a class. She considered herself to be in good shape for a runner and yet here she was in her oversized tee shirt and baggy sweatpants, almost ready for her first session at the mixed martial arts facility. Although if she admitted the truth, she was not so much ready as she was resigned. In all of her twenty-six years, she had not done anything quite this spontaneous or this insane. Her sister thought she had lost her mind and her best friend had laughed at her. It was so nice to have that kind of support. She had showed up for the first session just to show both of them that she could handle it. The second one was to be determined.

  The nights at home alone were particularly isolated since she was not single. Single would have almost been better because that circumstance at least did not come with any expectation of company or companionship. Not that she would have gone out of her way to find any, but at least as a single woman, she could have found temporary comfort in someone without the guilt.

  But the years with Ken had done a number on her self-esteem, to the point where she could not even bring herself to leave him. Annie was certainly self-sufficient financially. In fact, she made more than he did so that was not what kept her tied to him. It was the comfort factor versus facing the unknown.

  The unknown. She silently laughed to herself as she stood at the front desk waiting for instructions. This is about as unknown as it gets, she thought.

  The young woman finally hung up the phone and looked at Annie disdainfully.

  “Can I help you?” she asked scornfully.

  “Yes, I have my first class tonight. I don’t remember the name of my instructor though. I’m Annie Michaels.” She tucked the loose strands of her long blonde hair behind her ears in a nervous gesture.

  “Oh ok. You’re with Tony tonight. He’ll be out shortly. Have a seat over there.”

  Annie nodded, and perched on the edge of the plastic chair to wait. She fiddled with the straps of her purse and looked around the small waiting area. The hard plastic chairs were far from comfortable but so was she. The magazines on the scratched and dented coffee table looked about as recent as those you would find in any doctor’s office. Of course, these subscriptions were not for “Better Homes and Gardens”. She had never heard of these before, but the once-glossy covers all held pictures of heavily muscled men and women in various threatening poses and glares.

  She half-expected this Tony to look like Conan the Barbarian and to come bursting through the wooden door like a high school football player coming through the homecoming banner. She clenched her purse tighter as though it would protect her from the assault.

  Instead, Tony came strutting through the door quietly but wearing his arrogance like a prize fighter would wear his trophy belt. He walked up to her and stared down at her. She felt overweight and frumpy under his gaze and tried not to fidget in her chair.

  Dammit, she thought. Of course he had to be hot. Of course Tony couldn’t be a pudgy woman in her fifties. She looked all the way up his 6’4” frame and into his calm brown eyes. He had that air about him that said he knew he was hot. She sighed as she stood up, realizing then that she only came up to his chest. She tried not to notice the intoxicating aroma of deodorant and masculinity. He ran his palm over his shaved scalp and sighed deeply.

  “You have to be Annie. I’m Tony. Guess we better get started then. I have my work cut out for me.” He turned on his heel and headed back through the door with Annie scrambling to keep up.

  He gestured to an open door on the right and let her pass through first. “Here we are.”

  The cinderblock room looked pretty small, since it was filled with thick blue pads and a variety of equipment. She dropped her purse in the corner of the room where he pointed.

  “Did you need to change clothes?”

  “N-N-No.”

  “You’re going to do this in those?”

  “Y-Y-Yeah. I guess.”

  “You may want something a little more form-fitting next time. The baggy clothes will hinder your movements.”

  Annie nodded, unsure if she was comfortable showing up in less clothing.

  Tony had been wearing an oversized hoodie with his basketball-type shorts but he shed it quickly and tossed it on top of her purse. She tried not to stare open-mouthed at the cut of his body underneath the trim tank top. He did not have a barbarian bulk, but instead he had the lean muscle that probably offered more agility than the bulk would have allowed him. His arms seemed perfectly defined as did his chest. And she strongly suspected she would find chiseled abs under the shirt. She could not study his legs without appearing obvious, but she was certain they were firm and fit as well.

  All of those hard-earned muscles made Annie feel even dumpier in her tee and sweats, especially since she had already begun to sweat in the muggy atmosphere. And it also seemed to stir a different heat inside her belly that she had not felt in a long time.

  “So have you ever done any sort of physical contact sports before?”

  “N-N-No, I haven’t.”

  “Hmm, starting from the ground up.” He circled her like prey and she felt dumpier by the minute.

  “I guess we’ll just figure it out as we go then. Everyone has certain parts of this that they gravitate towards or are more physically capable of than other parts. We’ll start with a few basics but may try a little bit of everything before we see where your strengths are.”

  “Strengths? I don’t think I have any. I’m a runner so my inclination is to flee before a fight breaks out.”

  He twisted his full lips into a wry grin, “Everyone has something. It can even be as simple as a frustration that you want to let out. Someone’s face that you want to dent permanently. I can guarantee you have something. I’ll find it.”

  She furrowed her brow at him but nodded in agreement mostly because she was afraid to not agree. Her body felt flush but she was not sure if it was his words or his proximity.

  “Have you ever watched any of these fights?”

  “I watched a couple of videos last night, before the class.” She smoothed the loose strands back into her long blonde ponytail.

  “What did you notice about them?”

  “Besides the blood? Because I’m not too keen on bleeding today.”

  Tony laughed, “Yes, besides the blood. I don’t plan to make you bleed, at least not today. What else did you notice?”

  “It seemed that most of the fights ended up on the ground eventually.”

  “Exactly. So why don’t we start there?”

  “On the floor?” Annie was startled and more than a little nervous.

  Tony nodded, and lay down on the floor in a position that resembled a June bug on its back. He instructed Annie to lay with him, in the all fours position. She took a deep breath and tried to assume the position he described. She could not even remember the last time she had been this close to her boyfriend Ken, let alone a complete stranger. Check that, a completely hot complete stranger.

  He dug his large hands into her hips to guide her into the proper position and she felt her body tingle as he maneuvered her body so that she was right up against him. She knew her face
was turning pink but she hoped he had not noticed.

  What Annie did not realize was that Tony was less aware of the color in her cheeks and more aware of her breasts pressing against his stomach. He always wore a cup during any practice session, and while it did mask his twitching cock, the stiffening made the cup extremely uncomfortable. He shifted his hips in order to ease the pressure but unfortunately the movement only made his body move against hers, which ultimately worsened the problem instead of alleviating it.

  His voice sounded a little hoarse as he gave her step by step instructions through the motions and movements including locking his ankles behind her waist. While he was performing them without any real pressure against her, she soon found herself in a very compromising position pressed against him and between his locked legs. Any slight motion from either of them led to more friction which led to more pink in her cheeks and more swelling beneath his protective cup.

  Annie was distinctly aware that Tony seemed uncomfortable but she just assumed that it was because she had no idea what she was doing. In her head, she was already failing at this sport and it was only her first training session.

  He released the awkwardly intimate hold and she stuttered out a suggestion that they take a break for some water. He nodded and hopped up from the floor, quickly turning his back to her and reaching for his water bottle.

  She took his dismissal as a sign that she had not done the moves correctly and she sighed deeply. Tony turned to face her.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, that’s not it. I just… I don’t know if I’m doing that well at this. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  He chuckled, “Well, if everyone already knew this stuff, I would be out of a job as a trainer.”

  The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, “I suppose that’s true.”

  After their break was over, he guided her back into the same position, showing her different varieties of the same general hold as well as a couple of methods for escaping that specific hold. Her hands grappled his body as he instructed, but she was more aware of his firm muscled body than any sort of lesson she was supposed to be learning.

  Both Tony and Annie tried to ignore the close proximity of the other, but it had been a long time since a man touched Annie in any way close to this, and Tony was very aware of the heaviness of her full breasts against his body and the brush of her ponytail against his arms and legs.

  After the session was over, Annie gathered her purse and made a quick exit, hoping that he was still unaware of the pink in her cheeks, or could at least chalk it up to the physical exertion. Luckily, with the baggy clothing, she had managed to hide her stiffened nipples, and she tried desperately to ignore tingling between her thighs. As she hurried out the door of the gym, the irritating front desk girl tried to confirm her next session but Annie was already gone.

  Once she cleared the room, Tony reached inside his shorts and tried to adjust his swollen cock to a more comfortable position. He had been a trainer for several years now and he had not experienced this sort of physical reaction from a female client before. As he thought about the trim young blonde, he discovered that instead of adjusting himself, he had switched to stroking himself. From his manipulation of her body, he knew that she did not have a figure that needed to be hidden away. He hoped that for their next session, she would wear something that was more conducive to both the activity and the groping. He slipped into a stall in the men’s room and finished stroking himself, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning as his cock twitched its release in his hand.

  Annie rested her forehead on her steering wheel, grateful that she had no one waiting for her at home. She reacted more strongly to the feel of Tony’s strong hands on her body than she would have ever expected. She could imagine him pinning her to the bed or the wall or the floor or… just about anywhere really.

  It was later than she thought, so she slipped into bed as soon as she got home. As they had done so many nights before, her hands slipped between the sheets and under her panties. Even she was surprised at how slippery her smoothly shaven pussy was, and her finger massaged her aching clit until her whole body convulsed at the thought of Tony’s body against hers without the clothing in between.

  The next session was a few days later, and Annie was both nervous and excited this time. After work, she had stepped to the ladies’ room at the law firm and changed out of her business suit into something that she hoped was more appropriate for the time with Tony. She was not looking for a drastic change, but she remembered what he said and had selected something more form-fitting but hopefully without being too obvious. Her pussy whispered a long forgotten need at the thought of his legs wrapping around her waist again.

  Tony was reviewing his schedule for the day, and felt a twitch in his cock when he saw Annie’s name as his last session for the day. He knew he had to remain professional, especially as nervous and as shy as she seemed. But he could not help the way his body was reacting to the idea of seeing and feeling her again.

  Annie stepped over the puddles easily as she approached the gym, smoothing her tee shirt and leggings out of nervous habit. The girl behind the front desk did not even recognize her at first, but when she remembered Annie, she looked surprised at the change in clothing.

  It was all irrelevant when Tony walked through the door. His eyes widened at the sight of the blonde woman on the chair. The tee shirt hugged her form more closely, and despite the minimizing effect of the workout bra, he got an eyeful of her full breasts. Her legs were long and lean under the tight leggings. He had been hoping for the baggy sweatpants again but found himself pleased at the sight of her.

  She smiled up at him, and thrilled at the wide-eyed stare she was receiving. She stood when he motioned to her and her pussy tingled as she walked past him towards to the training room. He really did smell delicious, like the outdoors and cologne and masculinity.

  The session started with a review of the previous movements. She found herself anxious to not only be entangled with him again, but eager to show him that she remembered. This time he felt certain that she could feel his muscles twitch underneath her flat stomach but perhaps she would just write it off to friction or proximity.

  As he held her in the choke position, she attempted one of the escape moves he had reviewed last time, but instead of letting her loose, he rolled with her momentum until he was on top of her and between her thighs.

  She gasped at the sudden flip and he found himself frozen in that position, staring down at her full lips and flushed cheeks. His hips had their own ideas as they ground forward into her ever so slightly. Annie gasped again when she realized what he was doing but made no efforts to pull away. Instead, she attempted to lock her ankles behind his waist and pull him back the other direction.

  He was caught so off-guard by the swelling in his groin that he could not maintain his own balance and toppled to the side. Now the two were officially tangled into no particularly sanctioned position.

  She started giggling and his face turned red.

  “Oh, um, sorry. I think I lost my balance.” He tried to excuse his clumsiness.

  “Or maybe you weren’t focused.” Annie teased him as his face grew redder.

  He looked at her long and hard, debating on whether she was just playing with him or if she was getting at something more specific.

  “Shall we try something else?” He tried to play the professional and hoped that Annie was buying it.

  She tried not to smirk at him as she nodded, “Sure.”

  “Why don’t we flip it around? You start on the ground and try to hold me.”

  She knew she was going to lose, trying to hold an experienced fighter during her second lesson. But her body ached for his touch and her pussy tingled for more so she agreed to try. She assumed the June bug position on her back, now known to her as the “guard” and he lay on top of her as she locked her ankles around his waist. He grabbed her wrist and twisted his to
rso until he had writhed out of her control, and she found herself on top of him, straddling his groin and panting. He watched as her breasts heaved under the snug tee shirt and again his hips took a life of their own as they ground upwards into her.

  She braced herself with her palms flat on his chest and stared at him.

  “Tony?”

  “Um… yeah?” He tried to hold his hips still.

  “What are you doing?”

  The flush on his cheeks was spreading to his smooth scalp but he had no verbal response. She tossed her head so that her ponytail flipped against his bent knee and his fingers dug into her upper thighs. Her muscles were lean and taut under his fingers and he fought off the urge to slide his fingers higher. She was not sure why she was so tempted to stay in that exact position for several hours (without the clothing of course) but she was embarrassed by her body’s reaction to this man she was straddling.

  “Annie?”

  “Yes?”

  “I think we may need to take a break.”

  “Probably a good idea.”

  She pushed herself up off of him, making sure to stay clear of any area that would tempt her too much. He stayed in the prone position and watched her walk over to her bag and bend over for the water bottle. From his vantage point on the floor as she bent over in her skintight leggings, he could see the outline of her ass perfectly and he knew that he was dangerously close to violating this client in ways she had not signed up for.

  As she straightened back up with the water bottle in hand, she thought he heard a groan from the floor but dismissed the thought and the implications quickly. She turned around just in time to catch him pulling his hand out of his shorts after adjusting his swollen cock.

  “Tony?” she asked, afraid of the answer.

  “Yes?” There was no plausible explanation for what she had just seen.

  “I-I-I’m not sure what’s going on here.” She smoothed the loose strands back into her ponytail.

  He was mortified at the implication he was the only one having the inappropriate thoughts. He had been a professional fighter, and was a professional trainer. And here he was, laying on the ground, and just got caught feeling his own hard-on. He tried to sit up into a more dignified position but something about this lithe blonde client had completely melted his arrogance into lust.