KILTED DESIRE 3 - New Blood

by McKINLEY, A. B.

  “I want yer Tiffany,” he whispered, his voice muffled against her soft skin.

  She turned around and backed into him, reaching one arm up around his head. He placed his hand around her waist holding her gently, while he continued to kiss her neck. Scott slowly slid down the zip at the back of her dress, letting it fall on to the floor. She stepped out of it, just wearing her heels and black underwear.

  “Yer beautiful Tiff,” he said as he stepped back and admired her, before removing his jacket and throwing it on to the floor. She moved in close to him and started to unbutton his shirt, one by one, she popped them open, revealing his ripped torso.

  “You’re a handsome man, Scott Maclaren. I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispered as she helped him remove his shirt, before kicking off her own shoes.

  “Well, yer dinnae have tae wait very long lass,” he replied smiling, removing his shoes and undoing his belt. She helped with his belt and hurriedly undid his trousers, dropping them and leaving him standing in just a pair of white boxer-briefs. Scott quickly spun her around and stood behind her again, caressing her. She could feel how hard he was, as his body pressed against her lower back. He kissed and nibbled at the side of her neck again, as he undid her bra, before slowly sliding off her panties. She reached behind, sliding her hands inside his underwear and started to pull them down. She took him in her hand and started to stroke him slowly. Scott cupped her breasts and moved his mouth to her earlobe, gently nibbling at it as she continued to pleasure him. Then, Scott spun her around and lifted her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Scott lay down on the bed next to her and pulled her on top of him. She sat astride him and placed her hands on his chest, as she maneuvered herself into position. He gripped her ass and pulled her down onto him, beginning to move inside her, rhythmically, matching the gentle rocking motion of the ship.

  “Och, that’s guid’, he groaned, as she leant forward, tantalizingly lowering her breasts towards his face.

  His firm grip on her ass tightened even more, as he continued to thrust with increasing force and speed. Then, his hands moved up to her back, he leant forward and began to lick one of her nipples, before taking it completely in his mouth. He sucked it hard, as she continued to move her hips, matching his thrusts. He moved his mouth across to the other breast, quickly finding the nipple with his hot tongue. Still keeping her held in place with his strong arms, he began to massage her back and shoulders. Their sweat glistened bodies continued to writhe together as one, until she involuntarily arched her back, and started to moan. He began to thrust harder, deeper, while gripping her back and flicking his tongue quickly over her breasts. Her whole body stiffened, and she cried out in pleasure, lifting her arms up over head. He was close too, seeing her satisfied turned him on even more. As soon as she lowered her hands back onto his chest and raked her long nails over his muscled chest, Scott’s body tensed up and he let out a loud groan. She collapsed on top of him, and then rolled to his side.

  “I love you,” she said softly, before kissing him on the cheek.

  “I love yer too Tiff. We’ve got some great times tae look forward tae,” he replied, placing his hand gently on her stomach.

  “Yes, yes we do.”

  Chapter 18

  The following morning they were both awake early, it was Monday and it was their last full day at sea. After doing a workout together in the gym, Scott and Tiffany had a walk up to the top deck. It was another warm sunny day, so they had a swim in the pool before relaxing on the poolside loungers for a while. As the morning wore on, it started to cloud over a little, so they returned to the cabin. They were just deciding where to head for lunch when the captain made his daily announcement. He informed everyone that the ship’s navigation and communication systems were experiencing some technical problems, and that they were working to fix it. Until it was fixed they would be navigating manually, which he assured the passengers, wasn’t a problem.

  The captain also announced that there’d been many complaints that day about the lack of cell phone service. Apparently all cell service had been lost early that morning and the internet access was unavailable too. He apologized for the inconvenience and promised that things would be restored as soon as possible, before wishing everyone a good day. Scott hadn’t noticed, but when he checked his phone, sure enough, there was no signal. He did however notice a text message that he hadn’t seen. It had come through to his phone at just after 5:00 a.m. that morning and was from Raju.

  MR SCOTT, SORRY DIDNT GET CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE. MR CHEN REPLACED ALL SECURITY STAFF IN MEXICO. WAS A SURPRISE BUT WE ALL GOT PAID AND GOT FLIGHTS HOME. HAVE A

  That was it, Scott checked his phone but there were no other messages. If Raju had sent anything else then it hadn’t come through.

  “Look at this Tiff,” he said handing the phone to Tiffany.

  “Okay, so they changed the security staff. They change staff on these ships all of the time,” she answered, after checking the message. She then checked her own phone. There was no signal on that either.

  “Yer dinnae think it’s strange? The security guards are changed. Then the ship loses all contact with the shore!”

  “You worry too much Scott, just relax.”

  “Aye, yer probably reet.”

  “Yes, I am. You’re on vacation Scott, let’s go and eat,” she said as she took his hand.

  After lunch Tiffany was feeling a little tired, so they went back to the room so she could lie down. Scott lay on the bed, and she lay snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. He stroked her hair as she relaxed, and soon, she was asleep. After a few minutes, she turned over and faced away from him. He moved up behind her, spooning her for a while. Scott wasn’t tired though, so didn’t stay there long. She seemed to be sleeping soundly and he didn’t want to wake her.

  Scott quietly left the room and went up to the top deck for a walk. The sun was shining brightly again, although there were still a few clouds around. There were lots of people around the pool, and everyone seemed to be carrying on as normal. There didn’t appear to be too much concern over the captain’s announcement. So, he sat down by the pool and relaxed for a while. After half an hour or so, he started to make his way back down to the cabin. He didn’t expect Tiffany to sleep for long, plus they had the afternoon quiz to attend.

  On his way back down, he stopped at the bridge viewing area, which he’d done many times before. The door was shut though, although there was no sign to say it was closed. Scott tried the door, but it appeared to be locked. He tried it again, it was definitely locked. He turned around and walked away. It was only a couple of floors down to their cabin so he took the stairs. As he was walking down, he saw three men in uniform who were ascending the stairs. The men all appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, and Scott thought they looked like they were wearing security uniforms. As they got closer to him, Scott said ‘hello’. None of them answered him, or even acknowledged him as they passed by. He thought it was strange, but what concerned him the most, was that he thought one of them was wearing a name badge that said ‘Raju’.

  Lots of things were running through Scott’s mind, but he was determined to enjoy his last day of vacation. He knew he tended to over-analyze situations due to his past. Plus, the men may not have spoken English, and he could have easily been mistaken about the name badge. They had passed by him rather quickly and his eyes weren’t as good as they used to be, he thought.

  He returned to the cabin, Tiffany was just waking up. He didn’t mention anything to her about the men on the stairs. Instead they sat out on their balcony for a while before venturing out for another afternoon of fun around the ship. Once again they met up with their regular teammates and won the afternoon quiz. Later that evening after dinner, they met up with Brandon and Shara in the bar. It was a casual dress night, as most people had already started to pack their suitcases for disembarkation the following morning. They
were due to dock in San Francisco at 8:00 a.m. Scott and Tiffany were just wearing jeans and T-shirts, as were Brandon and Shara. There were a few men around who were dressed in shirts and ties, and ladies in dresses. On the whole though, it was probably the most casual night of the voyage.

  Scott and Brandon were busy chatting, and sharing email addresses and cell phone numbers. They planned on keeping in touch, as they lived relatively close to each other, and had so much in common. The ladies were excited about staying in contact too. Shara wanted to know details about the wedding and was excited about the new baby. It was around 11:00 p.m. that night when they said their ‘goodbyes’. They knew there was a chance of seeing each other in the morning, but had said farewell, just in case. Scott was disappointed that they hadn’t seen Lauren that evening, but they had to be up early in the morning, so needed to head to bed. Hopefully they’d bump into her sometime in the morning, he thought.

  Later, as Scott and Tiffany lay cuddling in bed, she put her hand on the side of his face.

  “Scott, I have to tell you something,” she said, sounding a little scared.

  “What’s wrong Tiff?”

  “I have a confession to make. Don’t worry it’s not anything bad. I should have told you sooner though, but I was waiting for the right time,” she said as she lay flat on her back.

  “What is it?” he asked, as he rolled over on to his front and lifted himself up onto his elbows. It was fairly dark but he could make out her features, he moved his face in close to hers.

  “Well, do you remember the day before we left for the cruise?”

  “Aye, I had to go oot fer a few hoors.”

  “Yeah, well, I got a call from the hospital. They had a cancellation, and they asked me if I wanted to go in to have my ultrasound scan done that day,” she said sounding apologetic.

  “And, yer were too excited tae say nae!” Scott said holding her hand.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I know you wanted to be there.”

  “It’s fine Tiff, If I was in that position, I’d have been excited too. As long as he’s healthy, that’s all that matters.”

  “Thanks Scott, that’s why I love you,” she said sounding relieved.

  He moved in closer and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “So yer know the sex then?” he asked, sounding excited.

  “Yeah I do, and I’ve been dying to tell you.”

  Just then, they were interrupted by the captain’s voice, over the loud-speaker system.

  ‘LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS THE CAPTAIN SPEAKING. PLEASE PAY ATTENTION. THIS IS AN URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT. I AM DEEPLY SORRY THAT I HAVE TO TELL YOU ALL THIS, BUT EARLIER THIS EVENING, OUR SHIP WAS HIJACKED BY TERRORISTS. AT THIS MOMENT WE ARE UNCLEAR WHAT THEIR MOTIVES ARE, BUT MY OFFICERS AND I ARE BEING HELD HOSTAGE AT GUN POINT. THEY HAVE TAKEN OVER THE NAVIGATION OF THE SHIP, BUT WE STILL REMAIN ON OUR ORIGINAL COURSE. FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND, WE WILL STILL ARRIVE IN THE BAY AREA JUST AFTER 7:00 A.M. UNFORTUNATELY, THE TERRORISTS ARE FROM OUR SHIP’S OWN SECURITY CREW, SO WE HAVE NO PROTECTION FROM THEM, NOR DO WE HAVE ANY OPTION BUT TO COMPLY WITH THEIR DEMANDS. THEIR LEADER HAS ASSURED ME THAT NOBODY WILL BE HARMED, AS LONG AS EVERYONE REMAINS CALM AND DOES WHAT THEY SAY. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, IF YOU ARE NOT ALREADY IN YOUR STATEROOM, PLEASE RETURN THERE NOW. IT IS 11:45 P.M. AND THEY HAVE TOLD ME THAT ANYONE SEEN IN A PUBLIC AREA LATER THAN MIDNIGHT WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT. SO ONCE AGAIN, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR STATEROOM IMMEDIATELY AND STAY THERE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THIS ANNOUNCEMENT APPLIES TO ALL CREW MEMBERS AS WELL, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR QUARTERS IMMEDIATELY. ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL PASSENGERS AND CREW, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR ROOMS IMMEDIATELY AND STAY THERE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.’

  “I knew something was wrong,” Scott said as he was getting dressed. He’d jumped out of bed as soon as he’d heard the words ‘hijacked’ and ‘terrorists’.

  “I’m scared Scott,” Tiffany said as her body shook.

  “Dinnae worry babe, there’s nae anything going tae happen tae yer, I’ll make sure of that,” he replied as he returned to the bed and held her close.

  “So what are you going to do?”

  “Can yer remember Brandon and Shara’s room number? I’m pretty sure the internal phones are still working!”

  “Yeah, they were earlier this evening, I talked to her before dinner. They’re in 935.”

  Just as Scott was about to make the call, the cabin phone rang. He picked it up.

  “Hello,” Scott answered.

  “Scott, this is Brandon. What’s going on man?”

  “I was just aboot tae call yer. Can yer come up here to our cabin, bring Shara too. We’re in 1008, near the front, starboard side.”

  “Yeah, we’re on our way.”

  A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Scott looked through the peephole before letting Brandon and Shara into the cabin. She immediately made her way over to the couch, where Tiffany was sitting and hugged her. Brandon stayed by the door with Scott.

  “So did yer see any of them on yer way up?” Scott asked.

  “No, it’s still a couple of minutes to midnight though. There were just a few passengers hurrying to their rooms. We did only come up one floor though. We’d only just got back to our cabin a couple of minutes before the announcement was made.”

  “Are yer ready tae take the ship back?”

  “Absolutely, how many of them do you think there are?” Brandon replied excitedly.

  “When Raju was on here, he told me there were 12 security guards on the ship. The terrorists came onboard on Saturday evening when we were in Mexico. They replaced security guards so I’d imagine there’d be a similar number of them. I got a text from Raju before the phone signal went out. I think the chief security officer may be involved too. He’s a Chinese guy, I dinnae know his background. I saw three of the guys earlier today, they were all Middle Eastern. I’m presuming they were a sleeper cell based in Mexico.”

  “Okay, well it seems like an Al-Qaeda operation. If there are only 12 of them, then it’s a big ship for a dozen people to cover. And, if they’re covering all 14 decks then they’ll have to be alone, or in pairs at the most. We should be able to get around without being seen.”

  “Aye, that’s what I was thinking. Plus there’s another four decks lower doon that they’ll have tae keep an eye on. I wish we knew what kind of weapons they had though!” Scott said, as he tried to work out a plan in his head.

  “Yeah, speaking of weapons, we need something too. What about if we head down to the restaurants? There have to be some steak knives lying around in there!

  “Aye, that’s a guid idea.”

  “What about cameras though? If they’ve taken over the bridge, they’ll be able to see us moving around,” Brandon said sounding concerned.

  “I’ve been in the Bridge viewing area a few times. All I ever saw on the screens up there were outside camera shots from Deck 4 where the promenade deck is, and up top on Deck 14. I never saw any internal shots. Although I’m sure there must be a few cameras, especially in and aroond the casino.”

  “Okay, well it’s after midnight now, shall we head down and see if we can find some knives?”

  “Aye, and hopefully we can see what we’re up against,” Scott replied as he walked over to the couch where Tiffany and Shara were sitting. He bent down on his knee and took Tiffany’s hand.

  “I’m going oot with Brandon fer a wee bit, we’re going tae see what’s going on. Dinnae worry, we know what we’re doing! Shara will be here with yer, and dinnae open the door tae anyone unless yer check and see that it’s us,” he said before kissing her hand.

  “Please be careful, Scott,” she replied with tears in her eyes.

  Tiffany was upset, Shara was too, but she’d been in this position many times before. Brandon had been deployed several times since they’d been together. She didn’t like it, but she was strong, she’d help Tiffany cope.

  “Guid luck mate,” Scott said to Brandon as
they walked towards the door.

  “You too bud, I think these guys have made a big mistake.”

  “Aye, they definitely picked the wrong ship at the wrong time. It’s nae going tae be easy but there’s nae way I’m letting them mess with my family,” Scott said defiantly.

  “The only easy day, was yesterday!” Brandon replied smiling as he offered his hand to Scott.

  “Who dares wins!” Scott replied shaking his hand.

  The guys left the room and entered the long corridor. There was one corridor on each side of the ship, on the decks where the passenger’s cabins were. The vast majority of cabins had balconies, there were hardly any inside cabins. So, most of the internal rooms on these floors were for cleaning supplies and maintenance. They both knew that being spotted in one of these long corridors would be ‘bad news’ as there would be no escape from the terrorist’s bullets. They moved quickly to the stairs. There were four different flights of stairs on the ship. Spaced equally along the length of the vessel, each one had a bank of elevators close by too. Scott and Brandon were at the stairs near the bow of the ship.

  “So what do you think they plan to do with the ship Scott? It’s not like they can crash it into a building!” Brandon whispered as they began to descend the stairs.

  “I would nae be surprised if they’d got the ship wired with explosives. They could blow a hole below the water-line and sink it. If that’s the case though then surely they’d do it when we’re way offshore. Instead of after we arrive in San Francisco. Yer know what Al-Qaeda are like, they want maximum loss of life and destruction.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Although if they were going to do that, and they had control of the ship anyway. Why wouldn’t they have just done it? Why even force the captain to make an announcement?”