“I’m not but I’m going to be.”
Amusement tugs at the corners of her mouth. “All the brothers know you shot their leader. Do you really think any of them will be eager to take you for a wife? It’s loyalty above all else. Doesn’t matter how pretty you are, dear. They won’t soon forget what you did. And if they do, I’ll be around to remind them. So good luck with finding a brother to marry.”
Shit. I hadn’t considered that.
Torrie is a total bitch but her argument has merit.
“Ellison is here because she wants to help, not hurt. The brotherhood will see that, so I think we’re done with this conversation.”
Jamie and his mother swap arguments about the infirmary for a while longer but I’m deaf to all of it. My thoughts are consumed by what will happen if Torrie is right. What will I do if Jamie doesn’t come around? If he doesn’t claim me? If he doesn’t marry me?
“Mac.”
The wheel spinning in my head slows, but doesn’t completely stop, when Jamie says my name. “What?”
“Don’t fall victim to her game.”
“It may be a game but I don’t think she’s wrong.”
“This is exactly what she wants—to get in your head so you’ll worry.”
“But she’s right. There might not be a brother to come forward for me because of what I did. If that happens, then what? The Fellowship isn’t going to let me leave here alive. Not when I know so many of their secrets.”
Jamie comes forward and takes my hands in his. “You shot my father to protect your leader’s pregnant wife who was carrying the next generation of leaders. Fellowship code says we aren’t to harm another member, but any brother can see your action was necessary to protect Sin’s children. She failed to mention that part.”
“I guess.”
“I don’t have to guess; I heard the things said about you afterwards. The brothers admired your bravery and courage.”
I won’t give Torrie a victory by feeling insecure. I won’t give her that kind of power over me.
“Don’t give it another moment of thought.” Jamie kisses my forehead and then crosses the room to where he was organizing the boxes of suture. “I think we can have the infirmary part completed by Sunday night so we can move into the master suite when I get out of lecture on Monday. At least that’s what I’m hoping for.”
I’m going to be sharing a bedroom with Jamie in forty-eight hours. I get two more sleeps at the apartment and then we’ll go to bed together at night. Wake together. Share a bathroom.
“I’ve never lived with a man.”
“I’ve never lived with a woman.”
I have a lot of stuff. Cosmetics. Hair products. Clothing. “I’ve never had to share my own personal space with anyone. You should probably know now that I’m a little high maintenance. You might want me back in my apartment by the end of day one.”
Jamie chuckles. “I knew long ago that you’re high maintenance.”
“Bleu calls me a princess. And I guess I can be but only in the most adorable of ways.”
“I’d call you more of a queen.”
“I’m not that bad.” Unless you ask my sister.
“We’ll see.”
“What do we say if we’re questioned about there only being one bedroom upstairs?” Maybe we should have thought that out before we went with this place.
“Who knows we only have one bedroom upstairs?”
“Well, no one right now.” Except Ani. And I see no reason she’d be discussing the bedroom situation with anyone from the brotherhood.
“Who’s coming over for the upstairs tour?”
I guess he has a point. “No one.”
“Then it’s our little secret.”
“Little secret?”
“All right. Big secret.”
We would be exposed if anyone went upstairs. And I would be ruined. Deemed fuck-worthy.
I wonder if Jamie would take me as his wife if he ruined me in the eyes of the brothers? If I’m tainted because of him, wouldn’t that be the honorable thing for him to do?
Exposure. That could be an option to consider when we reach the end of our time together . . . if he hasn’t come around.
I’d be manipulating him into marriage. Could I do that? Force his hand in that way?
There are no limits for what I could do when it comes to the man I love.
I look at Ellison’s belongings covering almost every square inch of the room and one thought comes to mind: “How is it possible any one person could need this much shite?”
She spins around and glares at me. “Not a single item here is shit. And it’s not a lot. Most of my stuff is still at the apartment since I thought it would be silly to move it here for such a short period of time.”
Such a short period of time. It’s a reminder I have to make the most of this month together in the event things don’t go our way.
Ellison could be moving her things from this temporary place with me to another man’s home when she leaves. I don’t want to think about that right now. I can’t.
“I don’t mind your stuff being all over our bedroom. And our bathroom. And the hallway leading from the staircase.” Trust me. Her shite is every-fucking-where. “I knew what I was getting into when I asked a high-maintenance lass like yourself to move in with me.”
Ellison giggles. “You did not. You knew zero about what it would be like living with me. And I can guarantee that whatever you’re thinking you’ve gotten yourself into with me ain’t even close to the reality of it.”
“Then why don’t you tell me?”
“I was thinking I would show you.” She grins and I’ve come to know in a short while that it’s a sure sign of mischief. “That is if you think you can handle it.”
“I promise I won’t be the one who can’t handle it.” I already know what kind of lover she likes and wants.
And I very much want to be the alpha she wants.
I pick Ellison up and throw her over my shoulder to carry her to the bed. Well, to the mattress on the floor.
I was planning to wait until bedtime to fuck her—after the work was done and everything was in place—but she’s made it impossible for me to wait another minute.
I toss her on the mattress and stand over her while I pull my T-shirt over my head and start working to get my jeans off. “I’m done waiting to have you.”
She smiles as her eyes survey my body. “I’ve been wondering what you look like underneath your shirt.”
“And?”
“I approve one hundred percent.”
“Take off your clothes, Mac. I want to watch you get naked.” My voice is stern. I’ll be the one in control. The one taking what I want. The one who’ll be completely unapologetic. Exactly what she said she wanted.
It’s November, that time of year where Scotland experiences more darkness than light. The sun is long gone, so the room is illuminated only by the soft lamp on the bedside table. It’s actually sort of perfect.
Ellison sits up and pulls her shirt over her head. Black and hot-pink lace covers what I already know is a beautiful pair of tits that fit my hands perfectly. And I can’t wait to get my hands on them again.
Her lovely breasts tumble out of her bra and she tosses it on the mattress before pushing her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants to drag them down her legs. A tiny black and hot-pink lace triangle barely covers the mound between her thighs.
She’s completely naked when she falls backward on the mattress, her feet apart and knees pressed together. Waiting. “No, Mac. You don’t get to close your legs on me. I want to see you. All. Of. You.” I put my palms together and then pull them apart to widen the space between my hands. “Spread them.”
She bites her bottom lip—an attempt to mask her grin—as her knees slowly fall apart. “Is this what you want to look at?”
My underwear is tight. My cock is straining hard against the fabric so I push them down and out of the way. “I think this is a sure si
gn I want to do more than look at it.”
Ellison grins. “Mmm. Someone’s eager.”
“You have no idea.”
I go to my knees and crawl over Ellison. “I’ve imagined us like this no less than a million times. I’ve seen it happen in my head over and over.”
Ellison brings my hand to her mouth to kiss my palm. “I’ve imagined us together too. I can’t tell you how many times.”
My mouth connects with hers and she opens wide to invite my tongue inside to play. Silky. Slippery. Seductive. I like this game very much.
A little taunting. A little tickling. A lot of teasing. This woman knows how a man likes to be kissed.
I drag my mouth away from her lips and kiss that spot below her ear before moving down the side of her neck. My hands similarly mimic the downward motion beginning at her ribcage and moving lower on her sides, waist, and hips.
She pushes her fingers into the top of my hair and arches her back when I move lower to suck her nipple into my mouth. A soft gasp/moan expels from her chest when my tongue licks the erect point.
I know she’s going to squirm so I grasp her bum hard and hold her in place as I move lower to kiss the top of her pubic bone. “Doc, this teasing . . . it’s torture.”
“Do you want my mouth on you?”
She lifts her hips and squirms. “Yesss. So badly.”
She jolts when my tongue darts out and licks the top of her slit. “Ohhh.”
I tickle her clit with my tongue and then lick once. Twice. Three times. “I love the way you taste. And smell.”
She rocks her hips in a back and forth motion against my mouth. Her body shudders and a moan is released when my tongue works her in a circular motion. “More?”
“Please. Feels so good.”
Pleasing Ellison. Hearing her moans. Licking her until she comes. I’m going to enjoy this.
I grab one of the bed pillows I tossed on the mattress earlier. “Lift your bum.”
I shove the incline beneath her hips so I can give her the angle—and oral attention—she deserves. I’m going to make this so good for her.
I grab one ankle and push it away from the other so she’s spread wide, giving me full access. I knead the bend of her legs next to her labial lips and she rocks with my hand. “That’s it, Mac. I want you turned on for me.”
Ellison reaches over her head, grasps the edge of the mattress, and squeezes. “No worries there. I’m so turned on for you right now.”
I can’t resist putting my mouth on her. I alternate licking her slit and sucking her clit. I know it’s going to take her over the edge quickly but she will detonate like dynamite. That’s what she said she wanted so I think I’m obligated to deliver.
“Oh . . . Oh, Doooc.”
One of Ellison’s feet comes up and lands on my shoulder with her toes digging into my skin. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
I would love to reassure her I have no intentions of stopping . . . but that would require me stopping. So instead, I suck her harder. So hard I’ll probably leave a mark there for days.
I alternate sucking and licking while her hands delve into my hair and fist the top. She squirms and contorts her body to bring her pussy closer to my mouth. “Don’t stop. I’m coming. So. Hard.”
She arches her back and cries out. “Doooc!”
Her body contracts in a rhythmic pattern at least a dozen times. There’s no mistaking the spasms I feel against my mouth—or the light salty flavor against my tongue—when she comes. One sign of a good orgasm. Another is her screaming my name.
And she does.
Her body rhythmically tenses and relaxes. It’s followed by a series of verbal stammering and stuttering, some kind of undecipherable vocalization I somehow understand fluently.
I’ve never had any concern for the pleasure of a woman but Ellison is different. She isn’t a random Fellowship woman I’m hooking up with at Duncan’s after I’ve had a half dozen Guinnesses or whiskies.
I want this to be good for her.
I want to please her.
I want her eager to do this again. Soon.
Ellison’s body goes completely limp, cueing me to the end of her orgasm and onset of bliss. She’s experiencing her post-orgasmic euphoria. I shattered her into a million pieces and now she’s riding that wonderful high. I did that to her.
“Good?”
Ellison loops her arm around my shoulder and pulls me down so we’re face to face. “Not good. Splendid. Spectacular. Sensational. All of those super good S words you use when good just doesn’t seem to cover it.”
“I’m glad; I wanted to own your orgasm.”
“You owned it all right. Every spasm. Every contraction. Every pleasure. You. Own. Me. Period.”
Hearing her say that I own her transforms my dick to steel. “I do own you, Mac.”
She’s mine for as long as fate will allow me to have her.
I grasp her chin and hold her face. “Beg me to put my cock inside you.”
“I’m dying for you to put your long, thick cock inside me.” Ellison reaches between us and grasps my dick. I hiss through gritted teeth when she grips tightly and strokes me from base to tip, up and down. “Pleeease, Doc. I want to feel you moving inside me.”
“I can’t think of anything I want more than you.”
“I’m yours. Every part of me—if it’s what you want.” Ellison lightly bites my bottom lip and tugs. “Fuck me. Pleeease.”
I told her to beg me—and she did—but she’s still freely and wholly offering herself to me. And it’s sexy as fuck.
Ellison lifts her hips so she can rub her slick center against the tip of my cock. “You want this inside you, aye?”
“Yes. More than anything.” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and tugs. “It’s okay, Doc. I’m on the pill.”
No condom. No hesitation. I sink deep inside her, taking exactly what I want and not apologizing for it. That’s the kind of man she said she wanted. “Mmm. You’re so tight and wet, Mac. Pure magic.”
Ellison’s legs bend at the knees and she wraps them around me with her heels digging into my bum, coaxing me. It says go deeper. Harder.
I pull back and drive into her with complete domination. No mercy. No tenderness. No weakness. It feels like I’m fucking her through this mattress and into the wood floor beneath us.
I want to own this woman. Every part of her.
I don’t want any other man to have her. Ever.
I pull out and thrust hard, pumping my cock in and out of her body. Bare. I don’t do that. Ever.
My father was a narcissist. An arsehole. Maybe even a sociopath. But he taught me to never put my bare cock inside any woman—Fellowship or otherwise—unless I had claimed and married her.
That’s what I want so badly.
She kisses my lips and then moves her mouth over my jawline and down my neck. She nibbles the skin, lightly sucking on it, and I slow my pace.
Want this . . . to go on . . . forever.
Don’t want . . . to come.
Not yet.
Being inside her . . . feels way too good . . . for it to end . . . so soon.
I grasp her thighs and push them back and apart. I continue to move in and out of her without hurry because the position is so intense. “I’ve never been inside anyone like this. Only you.”
“No other man has ever been inside me like this either. Only you.”
Thank fuck. That’s what I wanted to hear from her. Needed to hear. She’s giving all of herself to me, and I’m giving all of myself to her.
It’s hot as fuck. Erotic. I can’t remember ever being turned on more.
I cradle my hand around her cheek. “You are so beautiful, Mac.”
I will be the strong alpha she craves, but with loving arms and gentle hands.
She turns her face and kisses my palm. I’m filled with more emotions than I care to admit but my orgasm erases any trace of words forming on my tongue.
I grasp her hip and thrust deeply as I explode inside her. Coming. So hard.
This didn’t feel the way I thought it would. It’s even better.
And it has nothing to do with foregoing the condom. It’s all to do with the woman. Her. My Mac.
I come up behind Ellison and wrap my arms around her as I peer over her shoulder at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Wow. You look beautiful.” I wish she didn’t. At least not tonight. I don’t want her looking pretty for anyone but me.
“That was a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”
Being sweet wasn’t my intention. I was voicing an observation—one I don’t like.
“The brothers are going to be looking at you. Salivating. Thinking about everything they’d do if they could get their filthy hands on you.” I’m getting pissed off thinking about it.
“There’s only one brother who has permission to put his hands on me.”
What if she meets her mate tonight at this Fellowship event? What if she sees him and they make a connection? What if I have to watch it happen right before my eyes?
One of my brothers touching her.
Kissing her.
Claiming her.
FUCK.
I hate this.
I reach under Ellison’s dress and fist her knickers so I can drag them down her legs. “I need to be inside you.”
She grins at me in the mirror. “Jamie. You’ve been inside me four times in the last twenty-four hours.”
It’s not enough. “I can’t help it, Ellison. I want you to smell like me. I want you sore every time you move tonight so you’ll think of me and remember who just fucked you raw.”
“It’s time to go. We’ll be late.” I don’t care.
I kiss the bare skin of her shoulder. “Please, Mac. I need this. I need you.”
I push black lace down her hips and she doesn’t stop me. She steps out of the knickers when they land on top of her high heels so that’s as good as a yes in my book.
She holds her dress out of the way as she leans forward and tilts her hips so I can guide my dick into her from behind. I’m in deep when I pull out almost all the way, and then thrust my cock in so hard my balls slap against her.
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