“So, we'll land in Glasgow at 7:30, and the shop we're going to closes at 8, so we won't be able to go until tomorrow morning. Our return flight doesn't leave until 8, so we have plenty of time to tour the city,” Sorcha told them.
“We can go right to the hotel to check in, then get something to eat before we relax,” Finley said.
“Or do other things,” Zaine growled.
Sorcha shivered. “Oh, I like other things. I like it a lot,” she said.
“Oh, yes, other things sound really good to me, too,” Finley said.
They finished their meal, paid, and left. Then they spent the next few hours wandering around London. Sorcha oohed and ahhed over Big Ben, they shopped at little boutiques and then made their way back to the airport.
They got through security, found their gate, and while they waited, Sorcha searched for a hotel. “What do you think of Revolver?” she asked, showing them the hotel. It was a trendy boutique hotel in an 18th-century mansion. The decor was definitely Zaine's style.
“Looks good to me. Let's book it,” Finley said.
Sorcha's fingers flew over her phone before she grinned. “Room booked.”
When it was time to board, Sorcha bounced on her feet while they waited for their turn to go.
The flight was quick, compared to the one to London, and then they were disembarking in Scotland. “I can't believe we're actually here,” Sorcha said. “England and Scotland were on my bucket list, and now I've crossed them off.”
“Let's get to our hotel,” Zaine said. “We'll get food and eat in our room.”
There was command in Zaine's voice, and it made her shiver. She liked it when he took control.
A taxi took them to their hotel, and thankfully the restaurant was still open. After checking in, they got dinner and took it with them to their room.
They'd gotten a triple room, but the single bed would go unused. It would be a tight fit, three of them in a double bed, but they would make it work.
Zaine
“C'mere,” Zaine said, pulling Sorcha into his arms once they were ensconced in their room. He lowered his lips to hers and devoured her mouth. When he pulled back, she was breathless.
“Fuck, I love that glazed look in your eyes,” he growled. “Let's eat because I want to see you naked.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured and he swatted her ass.
“Good girl,” he said and they ate quickly. Once they were done, he put their dishes aside.
“Strip, Angel. Give us a show,” Zaine ordered.
Sorcha took her time stripping. She swayed as if music were playing as she removed her shirt, and then her bra. Soon her pants and panties followed.
“Beautiful,” he told her. “Lay down on the bed,” he ordered. Once she was lying with her legs parted for them, he turned to Finley. “Strip down to your boxer briefs and then I want you to make our girl scream.”
“With pleasure,” Finley growled and stripped.
Zaine sat on the single bed and watched as Finley buried his mouth between Sorcha's thighs.
A moan escaped Sorcha and her hips bucked as Finley devoured her.
“That's it. Use your fingers and your mouth to push her over,” Zaine growled.
He watched as Finley slid two fingers into her, and her back arched. Zaine slid a hand into his pants and stroked himself while Sorcha writhed on the bed.
“Oh gods, yes,” she panted, and then she froze, her body shaking, and cried out as she fell over.
“How does she taste?” Zaine asked when Finley finally lifted his head.
