Alastair’s idly stroking my back, listening to my singular lack of life experience. “Your brothers, you shared in their courtships and weddings, yes?”
I get a vision of Father Barclay’s grim face and laugh. I can’t help it, the whole mess with the MacTavish men and their brides is hilarious. And awful.
“Well, not exactly. None of this is a big secret, but… Cormac, my oldest brother is the only one who’s done that; falling in love and having a big clan wedding.”
“What about your other brothers?” He shifts me a bit on his lap and I stifle a moan as his cock seems to get harder.
“The other boys?” I snicker, “I wasn’t joking when I said that our poor parish priest married them in awkward circumstances. Dougal had to hold his wife down on the couch as Father Barclay married them.”
“Hmm…” his deep voice is right next to my ear, sending up a little spray of goosebumps on my arms, even with the heat from the water. “And Cameron? His wife is Russian Bratva, correct?”
“Aye. In their case, he kidnapped her from her own wedding to that vile fecker Vadik Stepanov. The Stepanov Bratva ran the biggest human trafficking ring in Russia. Well, hedid,”I say with satisfaction. “The boys blew him to pieces, along with his shite compound. Anyway, Morana had to marry Cameron in her filthy wedding dress meant for the original ceremony.”
His chest jolted me a bit and I realized that my husband was chuckling.
Rare as hen’s teeth, that.
“So, I imagine Lachlan’s wedding was especially… interesting,” he says. “I’ve visited Dante’s Inferno, he’s quite the sybarite.”
I turn around, straddling him and fecking furious. The thought of him playing his dark games with the women there makes me want to rake my nails across his chest.
“Aye? You spend a lot of time in sex clubs, then?”
He does that haughty brow-raising thing. “Now darling, are you jealous? As it happens, I was there for a business meeting on the first floor, it’s called Limbo, where nothing particularly interesting happens. But I did take a tour…”
His hands tighten on my hips and he’s rocking me slowly on his hard cock and I just hate him because I’m gantin' on him, even though I don’t see how I have any fluids left in my body.
“There were so many interesting levels to explore, but I was not there to play. I might…” He’s gently biting my shoulder, “I might take my bride to a discreet club. No one would see you but me.”
“That’s… I don’t…” I stammer.
“We’ll table that proposal for now, darling,” he soothes. “At this moment, there are far more interesting things to explore.”
How can he do that? I’m thinking I’ll never walk straight again and he’s ready for more?
Sliding his hands over the globes of my arse, he squeezes them, growling in pleasure. He yanks the strings on the bikini bottoms, pulling them off. One hand moves to tap his hard cock against me, sliding the thick head to the entrance of my channel. He chuckles unkindly when I flex my hips, trying to draw him into me.
“What do you want, darling?” he taunts me.
He isright there,the heated head already stretching my entrance. “Don’t be mean,” I moan. “Ya’ know what I’m wanting.”
His hand slides up my throat, his thumb pressing under my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Say, ‘I want your cock in me.’ Go on.”
The tip is inside me and if I angle my hips just right…
Alastair’s hips lift out of the water and he slaps my clitoris.
Oh, my god what is that?
The sting from the slap turns into a spreading heat that makes my slick center prickle and throb.
“Ow! Alastair! Ya’ bastard!”
“Say ‘I want your cock in me,’ or I will edge you for a week,” he warns.
No! He did that two nights ago and wouldn’t let me come for hours, even when I cried and begged him.
Satan. He’s the devil. Satan rotates his hips slowly once, twice, to remind me that he is right there, just barely inside me and all it would take is one thrust and-
