Highland Fling

by Krystal Brookes

  “Put me down, you brute!” she cried out, attempting to thump him on the back. She found herself deposited on the passenger's seat and the door shut. As he got back into the driver's seat, Fiona turned to her unwanted companion. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Put your seatbelt on!” He put on his own belt and drove off. She did as she was told and then crossed her arms in front of her. If he refused to answer her, she was definitely not talking to him.

  They drove past the road up to the croft leaving her to wonder where he was taking her. Eventually Brodie brought the Land Rover to a stop and jumped out. She looked around and realised they were at Behag's Point, an area of beach on the north of the island, which was usually deserted.

  In a flash, she was storming down the beach away from Brodie. She was standing near the water's edge when he walked up behind her.

  “You seem to be angry at me and I'm not sure why, Fee?”

  “I'm not. I just want you to leave me alone.”

  “You were the one who propositioned me to have a fling. Are you angry that I told you the truth about your mother, or that I didn't tell you about Bella and John, or that I took you up on your proposition? I know we didn't... not fully... but hell, I've never had any complaints before.”

  “This isn't about you,” she said kicking off her sandals and moving into the shallow water. The sun had warmed the top of the water and it lapped around her hot skin, as her feet sank into the wet sand below. She wriggled her toes, allowing the sand to massage and soothe her hot feet.

  “Then give me a chance,” he pleaded.

  She heard him move behind her and assumed that he too was kicking off his shoes and removing socks, though she was unsure if he was even wearing socks. That was until he ran past her, his white backside a contrast to his tanned legs, back, shoulders, and arms. He ran until he was waist deep then dove into the blue, salty water. He appeared a few moments later, wiping the water from his face and standing chest deep in the sea.

  “You're not chicken to join me, Fiona Campbell, are you?” he challenged. When they were children, they had always played games which included dares to perform more and more risky challenges.

  She looked behind her to check for spectators but the sand dune easily hid them from the road. A small tartan bundle was rolled up next to Brodie's clothes. It looked like a picnic blanket. He must have brought it from the car. Exactly how much of this expedition had he planned? She looked back at him only to find him grinning and flapping his elbows like a chicken. When he started to make a clucking noise, she could take it no longer.

  She stripped off her own clothes with her back to him and glanced down at her naked body. Would he mind the smattering of freckles over her chest and arms? Her breasts, while big enough to fit a B-cup, were not exactly glamour model material. Hopefully he’d have worked out that the rug matched the curtains. It was reckless to go skinny dipping with someone as gorgeous as Brodie and put herself up for such scrutiny. But a big part of her was growing excited at the idea of being naked in the sea with him.

  She covered her breasts with one arm and used the other to cover the hair at the apex of her thighs and walked gingerly into the water. Fiona was a good swimmer and as soon as she was deep enough to dive, she was under the surface, searching him out. When she found one of his legs, she pulled it from under him, rising out of the water to find him gasping and spluttering out seawater.

  “I see you just declared war, Ms. Campbell,” he said as soon as he had caught his breath.

  She swam away from him laughing. But he was a quick swimmer and caught up to her quickly, grabbing her ankle. She kicked against him but was unable to loosen his grip. He placed his other hand on her thigh and pulled her towards him, flipping her onto her back as he did so. As she grabbed hold of his neck, he wrapped her captured leg around his waist while she mirrored the movement with her other leg.

  She found herself clinging on to him, their mouths less than an inch apart. Fiona could not help feeling that, somehow, ending up in this position had been inevitable.

  His mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing though her lips and teeth and exploring her mouth. The salt mingled with his taste and she drank it in hungrily, her own tongue exploring wildly as her hips started to rock against his hard stomach. Fiona grabbed handfuls of his short black hair as she tried to consume him. Their moans matched the rhythm of their hips and despite the cold of the deep water, she felt him grow hard until his thick cock was nudging her entrance.

  He dragged his mouth away from hers and kissed and laved his way down her throat and neck. He lifted her up slightly, adjusting her position and removing her from the sweet sensation of his prodding manhood. She was about to protest when his warm, wet lips surrounded one of her nipples and his tongue swept around the distended tip.

  She groaned his name and threw her head back, relishing the thrills, which made their way from her breast to her core, leaving her sex aching and desperate for his touch.

  “Fee,” he rasped into the flesh of her breast.

  “Mm-hmm?”

  “If we go onto the beach, will you change your mind?”

  “No,” she assured him, as she moved his head so that his mouth brushed over the other nipple. He groaned and clamped his lips over the rosy bud. Then he started to move towards the shore, still sucking on her breast.

  Brodie growled and pulled his mouth away from her. “I have to put you down or I'll fall.” As he placed her on the ground, she grabbed his chin and pulled his head down for a searing kiss. Then she took him by the hand and led him back to the beach. They spread out the rug and Fiona lay down on her back, beckoning him to move on top of her.

  “Shit, I don't have protection,” he said suddenly.

  “In my bag.” She indicated the small black handbag beside her clothes. He picked it up and passed it to her. She withdrew a small envelope and opened it, revealing a small square packet.

  “Nicely disguised,” he said, kneeling down beside her and taking the packet from her fingers.

  “Well, I don't want it falling on the floor when I'm looking for a pen or a lipstick. People would think I have sex with random strangers on secluded beaches.”

  “Just as well I'm not a stranger,” he said as he finished fitting the condom and settled himself alongside her. He captured her nipple between his teeth again as he skimmed his fingers slowly towards her pubic hairline. As he caressed her folds, she raised her hips off the blanket to get more of his touch. He worked slowly and methodically, spreading the moisture from her core around her sensitive flesh, working her up into a frenzy.

  He was intuitive and learned her body and her cries of desire quickly, concentrating on the movements that made her mewl. He nibbled his way back up to her mouth as he continued to explore with his talented fingers. He made love to her mouth with his tongue, finding the areas of her tongue and lips which caused her to grasp his hair tighter and moan her appreciation.

  His deep groans echoed her own noises, increasing her desperation and need for release. Her toes curled and she lifted her hips off the blanket again to thrust against his hand. She felt the tightness in her thighs and her belly just before she cried his name and went rigid, the pulses of climax flooding her body. He continued to caress between her legs while he planted delicate kisses down her neck. When she relaxed and smiled at him, he smiled back.

  “Okay? Ready for more?”

  She nodded and opened her legs, allowing him to move between her thighs. Brodie positioned himself at her opening and pressed slightly against her. When she wriggled in impatience underneath him, he held himself more firmly and sheathed himself fully in her depths.

  Fiona sighed in delight at the feeling of his thick, hard cock filling her completely. Her hips moved involuntarily.

  He chuckled as he started to move slowly within her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him sliding in and out, the ache between her legs soothed by the movement, but soon the tensi
on began to rise again.

  Fiona ran her hands over the muscles in his shoulders and back. He pumped in and out of her, groaning her name occasionally and telling her in broken sentences how lovely her breasts were. He wriggled his hands under her shoulders allowing him to tangle his fingers in her hair. Then his lips were on the side of her neck, and he gently nipped at the skin while she thrust harder against him. She wanted this to last, knowing her climax may well trigger his. She wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to enjoy the act for a bit longer.

  “Slow down,” she urged. He lifted his head and he looked at her, his hips slowing automatically.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just want it to last.”

  “Really?” He smiled wickedly and moved his arms out from under her. He caught her legs under the knees with his forearms and moved them up to the side of her waist, opening her more to him. His hip rhythm changed and he thrust deeper into her.

  “Fuck, that's good,” she cried out as she pushed herself against him. It was too good. She rocked her hips harder and faster, urging him on. She could not take the exquisite pleasure for too long and her need for release had increased tenfold.

  Brodie continued to thrust in and out of her, speeding up the tempo, but his gaze was fixed on hers and she was unable to tear hers away despite knowing her orgasm was imminent.

  Fiona howled her release into the early evening air. Her internal muscles pounded around his rock-hard, thrusting penis. His movements became jerky seconds before he made a feral noise in the back of his throat and she felt the warmth of his climax. As he relaxed slowly, he released her legs and pulled her close. His breathing rasped in her ear until eventually it slowed. After a long moment, he laid her shoulders down on the blanket and smiled.

  He then withdrew quickly and flopped beside her on the blanket. He dealt with the condom and Fiona gave him a little black sack she had with her. Then he enveloped her in his arms and kissed her slowly.

  Eventually she pulled out of the kiss and leaned up on her elbow.

  “Will you give me an honest answer to a question?”

  “Of course. I don't lie.”

  “Have you had a recent sexual health check-up?”

  “A few months ago. I get one every three months if I need one. I haven't been with anyone for six months just because I've been busy and there has been no one even remotely as sexy as you around. And the check-up was clear, for the record.”

  “I got one after I broke up with Darren. I thought since he'd been whoring it around half of Glasgow, I should get checked out. Either I was lucky or Darren was careful but mine was clear. And I'm on the pill,” she finished.

  “So we don't have to worry about this,” he said lifting up the little black bag sitting behind him, waiting to be disposed of.

  “Not if both of us are telling the truth. And I believe you are since you were the sensible one and remembered we needed protection.”

  “I wouldn't lie about something as important as health.” His voice was serious and she could see that he was slightly hurt that she even considered he would lie.

  “I'm sorry. I just find it difficult to trust just now.”

  “I know.” He kissed her gently on the lips then stood up. “Come on, we need to wash the sand off in the sea and then I'll need to get you home for your dinner.”

  She smiled and took his outstretched arm, pulling herself to her feet and running with him into the sea.

  On the way home, Brodie explained that he was going to Gary's stag night in Inverness and that they were taking the morning ferry to the mainland. Therefore he would not be able to see her until the wedding. Fiona had smiled and promised she would survive without him, though had to admit to herself she was a little disappointed. She only had two weeks and they were nearly at the end of one of them. She already wanted Brodie again and would love to have seen him the next day and maybe gone for the hike that she had been considering when he had arrived and ‘kidnapped’ her. Although, she suspected that if they did go for that hike, there would not be much walking.

  Chapter 5

  Fiona was unable to sleep. She was not used to this kind of heat. No one in Scotland was. She had tried to drop off but her feet and legs seemed to be on fire and although her eyes felt heavy, her mind kept returning to the thought that it was too hot. She had even considered sitting in her car for ten minutes with the air-conditioning on. But it just would have made her hotter returning to the muggy night. The weather had been glorious since her arrival in Kilrigh. Despite her light, short-sleeved t-shirt and wide-legged shorts, she could feel drops of sweat running down her back. Her hairline was damp and long strands of hair fell around her face, tickling her nose, causing her to swipe at it in annoyance. She knew she should have put the long auburn tresses in a ponytail but she had not been able to find a scrunchy in the dark.

  She had come out to sit on the wall of the little cottage garden at the side of the house and enjoy the silence of the island at night. Besides it was about the only place she could get a decent signal on her phone.

  “What are you doing?” She recognised the voice and it made her smile. She looked up to find Brodie leaning on the gate to the yard.

  “More to the point, what are you doing here?”

  “I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning, thinking about you and remembering the beach and the barn. I wanted to be near you. So I took a moonlight stroll over here. And it looks like the gods were smiling on me because here you are. Why are you sitting out here?”

  “I was checking my messages and then I was updating my Facebook status.” She waggled her phone at him. “'Looking forward to Sarah's wedding tomorrow but I think I am more nervous than the bride. At least the best man is cute.' I posted it two minutes ago and four people have already liked it.”

  “I should add you as a friend on Facebook.”

  “No! No, please don't.”

  He looked at her quizzically. “OK, I won't.”

  “It's nothing personal. It's just... well it'll be too hard. This last week has been great and Wednesday at the beach was perfect. I don't want to ruin it. This is just a fling, remember?”

  “Message received loud and clear.” He helped her up onto her feet and moved close. “Now as a fellow participant in this fling, can I get a kiss? It may help me sleep.”

  She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering immediately to the taste and feel of his lips on hers. As their tongues tangled, he moved his hand under her thin t-shirt and swept his thumb across the hardened bud, causing Fiona to press her hips against his. Brodie was already hard, his erection straining against his jeans. She pulled down his zip and wriggled her hand gently inside the denim and his boxer fly until her hand made contact with the turgid flesh. He groaned into her mouth and thrust against her. She found the sensitive tip and rubbed her thumb gently across it.

  He wrenched his lips away from hers and moved in next to her ear, sliding his hand from her breast to her inner thigh. Then he glided it gently up through the wide leg of her shorts and straight to her already slick nub.

  “Is this a game of chicken?” he growled.

  Her moan of pleasure sounded loud in the silent island air and it brought her back to her senses. She batted his hand out of the way and removed her hand from his fly, then grabbed his wrist and led him away without saying a word. Brodie followed obediently until they were standing outside an outhouse a few hundred yards from the main house.

  “Some games of chicken shouldn't be witnessed by relatives,” she explained. They were in each other’s arms again, their lips and tongues locked in a battle for supremacy. Fiona tweaked the button on Brodie's jeans and freed his throbbing hard-on from the confines of his boxers. Brodie pressed her against the wall, lifting her thigh and opening her up to him, allowing him to run his fingers through her slick folds.

  “Put your hands round my neck.” When her hands were in the right place, he pushed his hand between them, pushing his co
ck forward and positioning himself at her core. He bent his knees and thrust inside her.

  She went on tiptoe, improving the angle until he took hold of her other thigh and lifted her off the ground. Fiona wrapped her legs around her lover's waist as he slid his hands to her butt cheeks to hold her up.

  His initial tempo was slow and deliberate, raising Fiona’s internal temperature with each smooth thrust. The clammy warmth of the summer night air did nothing to ease the heat between them.

  Fiona dragged her lips over his jagged stubble in her search for his mouth. When she found his lips, they were open, inviting her to plunge her tongue inside. She guided his head, keeping their lips locked in a battle equal to the intensity of the battle going on below their waists. His hair was wet from the heat and his exertions. The smell of fresh sweat was sweet and drove her to the brink of climax.

  As his own tempo began to falter, she stopped thrusting and clamped her muscles around his cock, allowing him to push her over the edge and into her own special oblivion. She didn't hear him come, but as her vision began to clear, she was aware of the warm, wet seed that he had spilled into her, his still gently pulsing hips, and his heavy breathing next to her ear.

  “I think you might be the death of me,” he managed, allowing her to gently slip out of his hold and stand up.

  “I think it's mutual but we'll die happy.”

  Brodie hugged her and they stood for a long time in one another's arms, just enjoying the feel of their bodies together. Eventually, Brodie kissed the top of her head.

  “I should go, and you need to go to bed and get some sleep too. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  “Hmm.” She looked up suddenly. “Shit, I have no idea where my phone is.”

  He chuckled. “Relax, you nearly dropped it while we were kissing so I put it in my back pocket.” Pulling away from her, he fastened his jeans, and retrieved her phone from his pocket. “I hope I didn't phone anyone by accident or they will have gotten a really interesting earful.”

  She took the phone from him and checked the display.