“I know we dinna hurt civilians, but that time… I sat outside her house all night with my Glock, picturing how easy it would be to just… anyway, I didn’t. Losing Mama and then Ewan, Papa seemed to splinter into pieces. He’s still an excellent Chieftain, he’ll be fine until Gavin’s ready to step up, but his heart’s not in it.”
“For what it’s worth,” he says gently, “I think you would be a grand Chieftain for the Blackwoods. Though I’m mighty glad you’re mine instead.”
“I never wanted to lead the clan,” I say, “I loved making the plan, doing the job, and slipping out again - the behind-the-scenes work. Dealin’ with those unruly bastards every day? No thank ye’.”
Dougal laughs, his eyes warm. “We’ll have to talk about what you’d like your future to look like in the MacTavish Clan. Our women do what they like. Morana is on the board of an anti-human trafficking charity. Mala still goes out on missions on occasion. Less so now with the twins.”
The thought that I could do work,meaningfulwork warms me. Leaning over the table, I whisper, “You should take me outside.”
“Ah, lass. Are you looking for a different sort of ride, then?” That shark grin is back and this time, he’s looking at me likeI’mthe edible one. I let him pull me out of the booth as he throws a fistful of cash on the table, barely letting me wave goodbye to an amused Maisie.
The motorcycle is parked on the edge of the lot and now that the sun has set, it’s almost hidden in the shadows. Dougal pushes me up against it, kissing me harshly and grabbing my arse with both hands, squeezing greedily.
“You want me to take you right here?” he says, biting my neck, pulling off my jacket to sink his teeth into my shoulder. The pain sharpens my sudden arousal and all I can do is moan. He roughly spins me, pushing me to bend over, resting my chest against the leather seat. Unbuttoning my jeans, he yanks them down to my knees and squeezes my arse again.
“Look at this tiny thing,” he growls, grabbing the waistband of my thong and twisting it, hauling me up on my toes. “It barely covers your tasty little cunt.” He drops to his knees and thrusts his tongue into me.
“Dougal, wait! We’re… oh god.” I moan. There’s another group of people walking out of the bar and I slap my hand over my mouth as he licks me. He’s pulling so hard on my thong that I can’t believe he’s not ripped it off, and it’s rubbing against my clitoris.
He bites my arse cheek and stands up, still pulling on my undies, gripped tight in his fist. “If you dinna want to put on a show, ya’ better keep that hand over your mouth, because you are loud when you come, little girl.”
I hear his belt buckle clink and the zipper of his jeans and then he’s pressed against me. “I don’t have a condom,” he says hoarsely, “but I’m clean. Are ya’ on birth control?”
“Aye,” I gasp, pleased that he asks. He’s already pushing the head of his shaft inside me and he’s radiating a dark energy, wilder than I’ve seen him. “Are you going to hurt me?”
His chuckle is guttural and harsh. “My cock is.” He pulls what’s left of my thong aside and with a single, vicious thrust he shoves inside me and I bite the heel of my hand, trying to keep quiet. He’s so big, so fecking huge and I can feel myself stretching open for him as he pushes in inch after thick inch.
“Such a pretty, eager little girl for me,” he groans, fisting my hair with his other hand, pulling my head back to kiss me. “Taking every inch of my cock and pushing back for more, aren’t you?”
He’s right, I’m mindlessly pushing back against him and there’s still more of him to take. He’s filling me to my absolute limit and still, my pussy stretches, trying to fit all of him inside me.
Two cars turn into the parking lot and I freeze as their headlamps flash over our dark little corner briefly before parking in front of the bar.
“Feck, woman, loosen up!” he groans, “I canna move my cock, ya’ got me gripped tight and I’m not coming until you do.” He slaps my arse, distracting me and cramming the rest of his shaft inside me. “Your tasty pussy looks so pretty with this black lace pulled so tight against your lips, all swollen and silky.” He pulls out and slams back into me, forcing me to take all of him and it pushes me against the seat of the bike, rubbing my painfully alert clitoris against it.
“That’s right, you rub yourself against the seat and make your wet little cunt come for me.”
He bites the curve between my neck and shoulder and I moan louder, overwhelmed by the pressure and heat of him inside me. One of the couples leaving their car glances over.
“Do you want them to see us? Watching while you come like a greedy little girl all over my cock?” he rasps into my ear, chuckling when I violently shake my head. Letting go of my hair, he puts his huge hand over my mouth. “Then you best come all over me right now before they walk over here to investigate.”
Given the tone of this place, I don’t think the couple looking in this direction will come over unless they’re expecting to find a dismembered corpse but with his filthy words and another brutal shove of his cock inside me and I do come, gripping the seat and biting my lip hard. His hand smothers all the moans I couldn’t hold in and then my husband curses a string of Gaelic and fills me and it feels so good that I never want him to wear a condom again.
Finally pulled out of my momentary dick fog, I realize I’m slumped against the seat and he’s barely holding back from squishing me.
Carefully pulling out of me with a groan, he pulls my torn and useless thong back in place. “If I’d known fish and chips would put ya’ in such a mood, wife, I woulda’ brought something to tidy you up.”
He pulls up my jeans and brushes aside my shaking fingers, buttoning them for me and placing my helmet back on my head. Kissing me before pulling down the visor, he grins, helping me on the bike and chuckling at my gasp as my severely overworked pussy hits the seat.
Racing back toward the city, I squeeze his thighs with my knees and look up at the stars. It feels like we’re flying, like nothing could ever touch us. Tentatively, and then confidently, I lift my arms to the sky, laughing wildly.
This is what freedom feels like.
Chapter Thirty
In which everything is on fire.
Isla…
