by Ashlee Price
“Please Cal. I need you.”
He pushed harder, pushing a little of her panties inside of her wetness. She whimpered again and begged for him to take her. It was all she could think about and all that she really needed. His hand left her softness and moved to her sting bikini panties. Pulling them down to her knees, his cock touched her wet heat and he groaned.
“Are you sure Ana?”
“Yes please!”
He pushed forward without another word. Her tightness stopped him, but her wetness lapped on his cockhead until it was wet enough to slide part of the way in. She was panting from his effort, his long cock wide and stretching her as he moved deeper into her. His hand was cupping her large tit, while the other went underneath her head to pull her closer for a kiss. Their lips met and as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his cock pushed the rest of the way in as well. Ana cried out into his mouth, her insides milking the thick shaft as he pulled out, taking some of her gripping pussy with him.
Cal groaned in her ear, telling her how good she felt, how tight and wet she was for him. She was perfect and the more she made her own tiny sounds of pleasure, the more crazed he felt. He needed her bad and there was nothing more he could do but start to fuck her as he had wanted to since the first moment he had laid eyes on her in the airport. The woman in front of him was whispering his name with each slam of his hips.
“Yes Cal, I’m going to come. Please harder!”
His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it higher so that he could delve deeper into her wetness. She was not expecting more, thinking she had managed it all until another couple inches slammed into her womb. Her body shook as wetness flew on his shaft and thighs as he started to rut into her harder. Ana screamed in pleasure, but he still couldn’t fuck her the way he wanted to. The way her body called for him to fuck her.
Moving his arm, Cal rolled her over onto her stomach, his long length still inside of her. Biting her shoulders, he fucked her harder and faster, slamming in full length before pulling out to do it again. Ana was beside herself with the pleasure, unable to handle the moment she buried her face in the mattress to hide the sounds coming out of her. Cal was meeting his own end, cum boiling forward and unwilling to stay back so he could have just a little more time with her. Roaring loud, he pushed deep to give her all of his seed. She whimpered, her face going to the side for fresh breath as he filled her full of his hot need.
They stayed connected like that for some time, neither one of them wanted to end it and lose the feeling. When he finally did move out of her and laid back on his back, Ana curled up on his chest, her eyes slightly closed.
“That was…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, as another wave of aftershocks ran through her. Cal was worried that he had been too rough with her, losing his cool when he had felt her wet heat choking his cock. “I’m sorry if I was too rough Ana.”
Turning to him, she put a finger on his lips.
“Never apologize for that Cal. That was amazing, more than I could have ever hoped for between us.”
Cal agreed and he pulled her closer for a kiss with her words. It was better than he had imagined and he was quickly forgetting about the mystery man that had tried to ruin it all for him. Cal wanted to make her his, officially. Sitting up, he went to the bedside table and took out a small box.
Ana had other ideas, sitting up and crawling over his body when he got back in the bed. Like before when she sat on him, his cock was hard underneath her, but with nothing in between them, he could feel how wet she was. Ana was like a furnace and as she started to rub on him and kiss him, his hand released the box that he had brought back to bed. The question on his mind left him as she sat up and grabbed his length when he was fully hard. She positioned him to her hot core and slowly slid down onto his hardness.
“Oh God Cal!”
She sank on him fully and he was so much bigger that way,, pushing deeper than ever before. It was more than she could handle and after only a few moments, her small hands braced against his chest as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her eyes closed and she slowed down as the orgasm became too strong to function.
“Yes Cal, yes.”
He held her close, pulling her down for a kiss while his hands held her in place, his hips thrusting up hard and fast inside of her. Cal was able to last longer after getting the first one out of the way. Ana was too weak to ride after a short time and he pushed her onto her back, covering her body with his own. Their lips met as he reentered her again. Cal couldn’t get enough of her and she was sore by the time he was done.
Ana had lost track of how many times she had come. Her breath was ragged and her chest rose and fell with each breath. She felt something pushing against her back uncomfortably and she moved to get the black box out from under her. Her heart stopped when she realized what it was. Opening it with shaky hands, she saw the most beautiful ring inside.
“Marry me Ana. I love you and I know in time, you can learn to love me too.”
She turned on her side, looking at him.
“I already do love you Cal. It’s impossible not to. I can’t wait to marry you Cal and start our family.”
“That could have already been started tonight.”
Ana liked the sound of that and he slid the ring on her finger.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive Ana. I am so glad I found you.”
~THE END~
Highlander’s Bride
Callie is tired of life in Ireland and decides to make a fresh start for herself in Scotland. But as a woman traveling alone in dangerous times, she needs a man to keep her safe and take care of her. She hears about a man at the docks named Spurgis who can set her up with a marriage to a Scottish man. Since life at home is so bad she jumps at the chance, figuring that she could get lucky and get a nice man. Her other choices are not much better, and she can always run away if she has to.
When she meets Thomas, she thinks her dreams have come true. He is kind and considerate from the beginning, with a smile that makes her swoon. She is excited to be his wife, but it doesn’t go as she thought it would. She can tell that Thomas is holding something back. There are things in her new husband’s life that she isn’t privy to, and Callie herself has her own demons from her past to forget.
Was it all just wishful thinking that out of everything that had happened, out of all the men it could have been, Callie had married the man of her dreams?
Chapter 1
Thomas was tired. It had been a long day and going home to a cold, dark house was the last thing that he wanted to do. Instead he wanted to come home like Bertraud did. He had a wife, children and a nice hot meal while Thomas was usually left with whatever was left over from the day. It was the kind of life that he had wanted in his younger days, but as he got older, he was starting to see the merit in settling down with a family.
Before that, all he was worried about was war and a warm body next to him at night. It didn’t matter what her name was, or really anything else except that he got what he wanted in the end. The next morning nothing mattered as long as the woman left before too long after her eyes opened. It was not the right way, he knew that now, but now he wondered if it was too late for him. He had been like that for so long, that no one in the village would have anything to do with him. They knew how he was and when he traveled, they seemed to know the same. There was something about Thomas that told the interested party that there was something wild in him. There was something in him that no woman could tame.
So as he closed the door behind him and sighed in the dark surroundings, he shivered a little with the chill in the air. It took some time to get a fire going and the heat and light were not enough to get him feeling any better. Thomas had had enough.
He left his cold home to go back to Bertraud’s. Thankfully he was always welcome and he needed some cheering up. After a quick knock, he was invited in and given something to eat. That was really all he needed. “
Thank you, Mariss. I hope Bertraud’s knows how lucky he is.”
The older woman smiled back at him and for a moment he could see the appeal of her. She wasn’t his type, waif thin and quiet, but there was something to be said for such a docile woman. Thomas had a tendency to find ones that were easy on the eyes and good for only one thing.
“You just have to settle down, Thomas.”
“There is no one here that would.” It was an honest answer that no one disagreed with. He had a reputation and though he was good for a night, by morning they had to be gone. No one in the villages would take him seriously. His friend and his wife were wondering the same thing.
Mariss was not one to say much, however when she did it was usually worth listening to. She had an idea that would give Thomas what he wanted or show that he didn’t and it was all just him feeling lonely because he didn’t have time to get a bedmate.
“You should go down there by the docks. There is a man there that sets up marriages with Irish women coming over.”
Thomas looked towards her and was actually surprised at the suggestion. “Sets up marriages?”
She nodded and tried to explain the practice. The women wanted to come to Scotland, but many wouldn’t have any money or family to help, so marrying a Scottish man gives them security. He seemed amazed at the idea of marrying someone he had never met before, but then when he thought about it, it made sense. He was not necessarily looking for love. He was looking for someone to take care of the house and put something hot and edible on the table when he came home after a long day patrolling. The rest of it, his other needs, were never hard to find satisfaction for. His reputation wasn’t all bad.
His mind was reeling and Mariss could see that he was taking her words to heart. Maybe he was ready to settle down, she thought to herself, though no one could read his mind.
“You will have to tell me where. I may very well go down there tomorrow.”
Bertraud gave his wife a side look, not sure why she was getting in the middle of it. Mariss just ignored him as she always did. Bertraud would warn of marrying a woman too smart, but would never say it out loud with his wife in present company. While he would never change his marriage to his wife, Bertraud was sure that there were many things that Thomas was not aware of.
“So what do you think, old man?”
He sneered at the title that he was still trying to get used to. Pulling on his gray beard slightly, he just smiled and then shook his head. “If that is what you really want, they would not know anything about you. You may have a chance, but do you really think that is what you truly want?
Thomas wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he was ready for a change. The worse thing that could happen was he would be stuck with a woman that couldn’t cook. “I don’t know. It is something to think about, though.”
***
Thomas did think about it all night. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, but at some point in the night, his mind went from if he could marry a stranger, to what it would be like. He tried to picture it and then he started to think about how to actually make it happen. Where would she sleep? His thoughts never included romantics, but instead it was what she could make his home like. What it would feel like to come home to a warmth hearth.
By morning he had made his decision and it was only with the sunrise that he knew things were going to change. He liked changed and had a good feeling that this time it would be good as well. When he found Bertraud and asked him to come with him to the docks, the man wasn’t as ready to go.
“Are you sure this is really what you want to do?” He wanted to impress upon him the permanence of it. He didn’t think that his young friend understood that there was no getting out of it. He would have to take care of the woman for the rest of their lives and Bertraud wanted him to really think about it.
“Do you think this is a bad idea?”
The older man almost looked over his shoulder to make sure his wife wasn’t around. “I just think that maybe you haven’t thought this through all the way. It is forever and I don’t think you have ever done anything for that long.”
Thomas nodded and agreed, but he didn’t see it as this great love connection that Bertraud had with his wife. He wasn’t looking for love. He was looking for someone to come home to that would take care of him. When he explained it the way he envisioned it, the older man just shook his head and smiled. “Well I suppose we shall see. If you want to go down there, you know I will go with you.”
He had given him a little pause in his plans, but Thomas was ready to move forward. He was quick to find his way down the path to the docks. Mariss had told him who he was supposed to be looking for and soon he had the red-haired man in his sights. It was easier than he thought and after he paid, Thomas was told that there would be another boat arriving in a couple of days and then he would be dropped off to the address he had given.
Walking away from it, he didn’t know if the feeling in him was anticipation or an impending sense of doom. He had talked about the women as if they were things to be sold and he guessed in a way that they were. It was only then that he wondered if he had done the right thing. Had he just bought a slave or a wife?
Chapter 2
The ride there was horrendous and even though Callie had known the seas were rough between Ireland and Scotland, she was not prepared for the overnight trek. The rough waves bounced them all over the place and there were several times that she was sick over the side. It was not what she had expected and when she got to the docks in her destination, she was rightly sweating and a general ill feeling overcame her.
When the man named Spurgis called her name, she walked towards him and he made a grimacing look. His mind went to the young guard that had been there a couple of days before. As his father was in the dungeons because of men like him, he thought that the woman would be perfect for him. He smiled at her and was satisfied that he would be able to get some sort of revenge with her. She was hideous looking, pale and considerably weak. She was perfect. Where most of the other women were put together, Callie looked like she was going to faint at any minute, her black hair hanging in her face.
“I have someone perfect for you, lass.”
She smiled at him and then waited with the rest of the ladies. Callie noticed that they were much more dressed up than she was. She didn’t have fine dresses like the others, but Callie held her head high. Callie was all nerves, but one way or another she was going to have a husband by the end of the evening. While many had chosen to come to Scotland for a chance at a new life, Callie was more or less running away from something.
The wait seemed to drag on while they were rounded up like sheep. It made her nervous that she looked so different than everyone else. While she had traveled for comfort, it seemed everyone else had worn their best. Callie wished that she could clean herself up, but they were soon taken to different areas in the town. The new fiancées were to make sure that everything was ready for the marriage and she was to be wed that evening.
Callie was dropped off at a single-story house that was modest, but far nicer than the one she had shared with three other family members back home. There was nothing to suggest that someone lived there though, no personal belongings out to be seen. It made her curious of what type of man could live there, but she wasn’t given much time before she found out.
Thomas stopped for a moment when he opened the door and took in the wretch that was to be his new wife. Already he was reminding himself that it wasn’t because of anyone else that she was there. He had made the decision and it didn’t matter what she looked like. At least she didn’t appear to be able to blow away in the end, though it was hard to tell with all of the layers on her.
“I’m Callie, nice to meet you.” The woman pulled her hair back from her pale face and her blue eyes sparkled back at him. They didn’t fit into the rest of her, so vibrant where she was so dull.
“Nice to meet you, Callie, my name is Thomas, and welcome home.” It was strange in
the context to say that, but that was exactly what it was. It was now her home and he really hoped that she could cook. She may not have been much to look at, but he wasn’t looking for love.
She moved into the darkened room slowly, taking in her surroundings. The inside was much the same as the outside and the first thing she did was pull away the covering of one of the small windows. Then she could see the real state of the place and she sighed to herself. It was clear that he was in need of a wife and he seemed cordial enough. Callie hadn’t been expecting a man so young, or handsome, but she was thankful that he was.
“The wedding is for later this evening, so I will leave you to it here until then to get yourself ready. My friend’s wife has agreed to come over and help you.” Thomas didn’t know what else to say and he was trying to fight back the awkward feeling.
Callie was as much at a loss of words as he was and breathed a sigh of relief when he left. Callie didn’t know if she should start on herself or the small house and her surroundings won out. She didn’t see herself and the wretched state she was in yet. All she could see was the dirt and cobwebs all over the house.
She was halfway through the front room when she heard a soft knock at the door. Callie hollered to come in and she turned to see a slight woman with straw colored hair. “Hi, you must be Callie.”
Callie nodded and Mariss closed the door behind her and smiled. “This place is already looking better. Though I think we should get you ready before the rest of the place is taken care of. Did he show you to your room?”
She shook her head that she hadn’t. The woman’s words made her self-conscious of how she looked. “I got sick on the way over here, many times, do I look that bad?”