Seized By The Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  "I have something I need to tell you." Jenna told him. "Please don't hate me."

  "I could never hate you Jenna," Rack looked confused and took a step back when Jenna pushed her purse against his chest so she could get into it.

  She pulled out the stick and handed it to him. She didn't say a word, just left it in his hands.

  Rack stared at it for the longest time before he looked up at her.

  "It's mine, I assume?" Rack asked her.

  "There's no one else, and my husband is still out of the country and we haven't been intimate in months." She said and started to cry.

  "No honey, don't cry." Rack gathered her up in his arms and rocked her, patting her back gently. "Shhh, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you."

  "What am I going to do?" Jenna asked him, wishing he had all the answers.

  "You keep the baby, we raise it, and you tell your husband." Rack told her bluntly.

  "I know I will need to tell my husband, but I don't know what that means for my relationship. We didn't discuss something like this before he left." Jenna buried her face against his chest for a moment, then wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "He gets home this weekend, and I'm going to tell him in person."

  "Do you want me to be there for that?" Rack asked wanting to be supportive.

  "If you want to be, sure. This is going to need to be worked out between the three of us no matter what time." Jenna said quietly. "I should probably let you go and spend time with your family. I didn't mean to intrude."

  "They were just stopping by for the afternoon. They were visiting our parents and stopped by to see me on their way home." Rack told her. He stroked her cheek gently and then leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm not going to abandon you, okay?"

  Jenna nodded. "I should probably go and then schedule the first OB appointment. Do you want to go with me?"

  "Why don't we talk to your husband before we do anything else and see what he has to say okay?" Rack said. "I am here for you no matter what, I love you Jenna. I know we haven't known each other that long, but baby or no baby, I want you in my life and I'm willing to fight for you."

  Jenna looked at him and wondered how it was possible to love two men at the same time.

  "I love you too, which is why this situation is so confusing." Jenna sniffled.

  Rack nodded at her. "I know you still love your husband, and I am not asking you to leave him. I'm willing to find a way to make this work if he wants to be open to it."

  "You're generous Rack. I got lucky that I found you." Jenna pressed another kiss to his lips and touched his cheek with her hand.

  "Do you want your stick back?" He asked her.

  "No, you can keep it for now, or throw it away, whatever you want." Jenna told him.

  Loud banging came from the door and they could hear kids outside giggling and shouting.

  "I should let you get back to your family. We'll talk soon. I'll text you when you should come over this weekend." Jenna told him as she walked towards the door.

  "Okay." Rack said, running his fingers through his hair wondering how he was going to handle being in love with a woman who was married to another man, who was now pregnant with his child.

  A child she apparently intended to keep.

  What a mess.

  Chapter 5

  Jenna kept checking the clock, nervously waiting for Rack to get here. Kyle was taking a nap after he'd gotten home from the airport. He'd given her a quick peck on the cheek, took a shower and passed out.

  She realized she still loved her husband, but he was so cold and distant towards her. Maybe it would be better to get a divorce and try to see if a relationship with Rack could work out without being a three-way relationship.

  She was so confused, and she was hurting. Kyle is the one who put her in the position to mess around while married, it resulted in a child she desperately wanted to keep, but her husband was... she wasn't even sure how he was going to react, she just had a gut feeling it wouldn't be pretty.

  A little while later Rack rang their doorbell and she let him in, she went to go make some tea to calm her nerves while she waited for Kyle to wake up.

  Two cups later Kyle finally dragged himself out of bed and sleepily walked into the kitchen to find Rack and Jenna standing there.

  "Who is this Jenna?" He asked her, looking confused, then he saw Rack's hand covering Jenna's and it slowly sunk in. "Is this your boyfriend?"

  "Yes, but we need to talk-" Jenna started to say when he interrupted her.

  "I told you never to bring them to our house." Kyle was angry with her and it was clear on his face and the fact he was almost shouting at her.

  "Listen to me Kyle, I wouldn't have had him come here if it wasn't important." Jenna told him and let go of Rack's hand to walk over and put a hand on Kyle's chest and looked up into his eyes. "I love you Kyle, I do, which is why we need to talk about this together."

  "What's going on Jenna, enough with the word games, just spit it out." Kyle growled at her.

  "I'm pregnant." Jenna said.

  "How pregnant?" Kyle asked.

  "Not pregnant enough to be yours." Jenna told him bluntly.

  "So what, you want a divorce?" Kyle looked at Rack and walked over to him and before Rack could respond he punched him the jaw. "How dare you come into my home and knock up my wife."

  Rack stumbled backwards and put his hand to his chin, despite the pain he stood up straight and tall after he recovered from the blow and didn't back down.

  "I love your wife, I promised her I would tell you with her, and I wasn't asking her to get a divorce, or I wasn't before you hit me." Rack said.

  "You got my wife pregnant!" Kyle said outraged. "That was my job."

  "Kyle, stop, please?" Jenna begged him, and started to cry, not wanting to be stuck in this mess.

  Kyle and Rack both stopped and went to comfort her at the same time.

  "I love Jenna, and I know she loves you. I don't intend to interfere with her marriage unless you don't want her anymore. I'm willing to work this out between the three of us. I knew she was married when I got involved and I'm willing to share her with you." Rack said, sounding completely reasonable to Jenna, though she wasn't sure Kyle would go for it.

  Kyle stood there, one hand on Jenna's arm, looking like he didn't know if he wanted to hug Jenna, or punch Rack again.

  "I love you Kyle, I swear I do, I didn't mean to get pregnant. It definitely wasn't planned on purpose. I don't want a divorce. I don't want to pick between you two." Jenna said. "I understand if you can't be with me anymore now that I'm pregnant, and I understand if you don't want a relationship like this."

  "Jenna, you can't just thrust this kind of situation on me and not give me time to process it." Kyle said. He walked forward a step and wrapped his arms around Jenna and rested his chin on the top of her head while giving Rack a confused look. "I love you, I would do anything to make this relationship work, even if it means sharing you with another man. I agreed to this, I just didn't understand the possible repercussions when I made the suggestion. I know you need companionship; I also know you wanted children. I'm sorry I couldn't be the husband or father you needed me to be."

  "Kyle, you've been a wonderful husband, and your work is important." Jenna protested but he stopped her.

  "I don't know you, but I'm willing to get to know you. If Jenna feels she can handle us both, and loves us both, I can learn to accept you for the sake of her child." Kyle said, sounding a little lost.

  "If we stayed together Kyle, you'd need to be the baby's father too." Jenna whispered. "I won't stay married to you if you won't accept the child and be an active part of its life."

  Rack walked over to Jenna and wrapped his arms around her too, sandwiching her between Kyle and himself.

  Kyle didn't pull away, but he did tighten his grip on Jenna, almost as if he was laying claim to her.

  "She was my wife first, don't forget that." Kyle told him, looking at Rack over J
enna's head.

  "I don't need to take her away from you, and I have no desire to threaten the relationship you two have. I understand how important you are to each other, but I love Jenna too, and this is my child and I want to be a part of its life." Rack told him.

  "If this is going to work, you have to be okay with Rack being here." Jenna told him.

  "I guess we should test it out then." Kyle said, and then before Jenna understood what he meant, he leaned down and kissed her.

  Jenna was wearing draw string pants and a tank top. Kyle reached down and pulled the string on her pants so they fell down around her hips. He reached his hand under her shirt and started massaging her sensitive breasts. So sensitive she hadn't been able to wear a bra lately without pain.

  His large hands massaging her felt good though and she moaned.

  Rack gave Kyle a questioning look, and Kyle nodded at him. Rack started to kiss the back of Jenna's neck as the two of them worked opposite sides of her body.

  Pulling the shirt over her head eventually Rack had his hands on her hips and pulled her ass up against his crotch so she could feel his erection.

  Kyle walked over to the fridge and got some butter out of the fridge. He walked back over and Rack had turned Jenna around in his arms and had knocked her pajama pants down around her ankles.

  Kyle opened his bathrobe and pulled his black cock out of his boxers and started stroking it while he watched Jenna and Rack kiss.

  Rack pulled Jenna until his back was against the wall and he pulled her up and her legs were wrapped around his hips. He plunged his cock into her and started guiding her hips up and down on his cock.

  Kyle walked over after smearing butter on his cock and rubbed the grease between her butt cheeks while Rack fucked her slowly.

  Kissing her mouth and letting his tongue dance with hers, Rack supported Jenna's weight and body against his chest.

  Kyle started to rub his cock against Jenna's backside until he could slip the tip of his penis inside her asshole. Slowly inching his cock inside, he started thrusting from behind while Rack fucked her pussy in front.

  Jenna let her head drop back against Kyle's chest and used her hand to rub his cheek while he slid in and out of her from behind.

  Rack and Kyle figured out how to fuck her in both holes in a rhythm that worked for both of them. Kyle started to fuck her faster and harder from behind, his hands digging into her shoulders as he helped pump her up and down on his cock.

  "That feels so good, I'm going to cum." Jenna screamed as her orgasm rippled through her stomach muscles, the combination of the two holes being filled at once and cocks rubbing against each other inside her pushed her over the edge.

  Her ass and pussy milked both their cocks as her orgasm squeezed all her muscles over and over again.

  Kyle grunted and he shuddered as he released his seed in her ass, filling her hole.

  "Your mine Jenna. I might share you but never forget you are mine." He whispered in her ear and bit her shoulder, leaving a love bite to mark her.

  "I know Kyle; I will always have been yours first. Thank you for understanding." Jenna whispered as she felt Rack's cock start to jerk with the tell tale sign of his orgasm. He groaned and his fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave little red marks.

  All three of them were out of breath when they finally separated.

  "Shower?" Kyle asked her.

  Jenna nodded and Kyle linked his arm through hers, pulling her away, he stopped half-way through the living room and turned back to look at Rack.

  "Are you coming?" Kyle said, accepting the fact that Rack was going to be in their life, and trying to make it work for Jenna's sake.

  "Sure," Rack said still unsure if Kyle wasn't going to snap at some point once the reality of everything sunk in.

  They were in the shower together, and Jenna washed both of them while they stood and made a point not to look at each other.

  "What do you do for a living?" Kyle finally asked Rack.

  "I'm a bounty hunter." He replied. "But I come from a wealthy family. I don't need to work, I just like my job. It's exciting."

  "You didn't tell me you were rich Rack." Jenna said, shocking that she didn't know this before now.

  "You didn't ask." He told her and grinned at her.

  "No, I didn't ask." Jenna realized she had a lot to learn about Rack. Kyle was safe, she knew everything about him. He was safe and would always be here for her.

  Rack was a bad boy who fulfilled all her naughty girl needs, and though she was pregnant, she knew he'd be a good father. He liked kids and he was a mellow guy most of the time. She'd never seen him lose his temper.

  Frankly, she was a little surprised Rack hadn't retaliated when Kyle had hit him.

  A phone rang and Kyle sighed. "That's work, I need to get that."

  Kyle got out of the shower and grabbed a towel and answered his phone.

  "Is it always like this?" Rack asked her, watching Kyle talk on the phone.

  "Pretty much," She said. "He comes home, the phone rings, he leaves again."

  "Jenna, I'm so sorry, but there's been a..." Kyle said and then sighed. "You know what I have to do."

  "When do you get back?" She asked, looking at him sadly.

  "A month or so. Take care of her Rack." Kyle said and then when Jenna got out and wrapped herself in a towel, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I love you Jenna. I know I'm not always here for you and I'm sorry. I'm glad you found someone who could be here when I can't be. We will make this work. I haven't been with anyone but you and I can't bring myself to be with another woman."

  Jenna was shocked and it must have been written on her face because he was quick to reassure her.

  "Don't feel guilty, I gave you permission and it was better than a divorce. As long as Rack respects our relationship, and keeps you safe and healthy, I am willing to get to know him and let him be a part of our life. The kinky sex wasn't the worst thing I've experienced." Kyle pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "I need to get moving, the plane leaves in three hours. I promise you when I get back that we'll start figuring this out and I'll cut back on being gone. Maybe I can start delegating or taking more projects closer to home."

  "I'd like that Kyle." Jenna told him.

  She got dressed and watched him pack and leave again. Rack had gotten dressed minus his shoes and was sitting on her couch when she came out of the bedroom.

  "Is everything okay?" He asked her.

  Jenna looked at him and then smiled. "It will be."

  She didn't know how this situation would turn out, but she had faith that Kyle would learn to accept and love Rack, and that Rack could get along with Kyle. She never thought she'd be one of those women who had more than one boyfriend or husband at a time, but she realized she could love them both.

  Now she just hoped she could learn how to keep the relationship healthy and strong when there was a baby involved.

  "Are you really okay with all of this?" She asked Rack as she sat next to him on the couch and put her feet up off the end of the sofa and her head in his lap.

  Rack pressed a kiss to her forehead and started to massage her shoulders.

  "Yes. I knew what I was getting into from the moment we met. I knew the risk of being involved with a married woman who still loved her husband, and I fell for you anyways. We will make this work."

  Jenna nodded and then fell asleep with a smile on her face, finally feeling content with her life. She knew there'd be plenty of ups and downs in the future, but as long as everyone was honest with each other and tried to stay on the same page she believed it would work out in the end.

  THE END

  The Renegade’s Mail Order Bride

  Sally’s hand was visibly shaking as she put her wine glass down. “You did what?!” Abigail, her best friend just kept on staring at the crisp white linen that covered the table. Sally took a huge gulp of red wine and this time slammed it back onto the table. She sighed and leaned fo
rward, “I think you should start at the beginning.”

  Abigail looked up at her, “Sally, you’re not my best friend, you’re the only friend that I have left. I have made a difficult choice and I’m going through with it.”

  Their empty plates were removed by the waiter and Sally asked for another bottle of wine. Sally took Abigail’s hand, “Abby, you’re not an impulsive person, why are you jumping into this decision?”

  “Sally, can you remember the Christmas party we had at the house three years ago?”

  “Of course I can, they were over 200 people there. Why do you ask?”

  “Because, apart from you, not a single person attending that party wants to know me anymore. I need a clean break and I need to get out of London or I’ll go insane.”

  Sally refilled their glasses, “So, let me get this straight. Use sold yourself to a rich American and you’re going to marry him so that he can inherit his family’s fortune. Then you’re going to divorce him, come back to London and start your own business with the money that he gives you?”

  A tear ran down Abigail’s cheek, “You make it sound so simple, but you know what I’ve been going through since the accident.”

  Two years ago Abigail lost her family in a storm when their yacht capsized. She was the only survivor. They found the bodies of her older brother and mother, but her father and younger sister was taken by the sea.

  Sally swirled her wine, “There must be another way, Abby. Have you tried…”

  Abigail slammed her hand on the table, “I’ve tried everything, Sal! You of all people should know. I’m alone. I’m broke and I desperately need a fresh start.”

  “I get that Abby, I really do, but this is extreme, even for you! Anyway, who is this man? How did you meet? What about your house, furniture and stuff?”

  Abigail smiled, “You have always been so practical, Sal. I sold the house yesterday. I kept a few antiques that belonged to my grandfather and they are in storage. You may have my clothes, handbags and shoes. I also need you to keep my photo albums safe. There is also….”

  “Wait just a damn minute, Abby.” Sally drained her glass and filled it again, “When are you leaving?”