Liam
Keep the possessiveness to a minimum, dickhead.
Calm and steady, calm and steady.
Isla is ready to run, I can feel it in my bones. And as if that wasn’t enough — which it is —the way she keeps looking around, scanning her surroundings is a bit of a giveaway that she isn’t having the time of her life.
Where is that carefree, bold woman I met months ago?
I wonder if something happened to her during the winter? It was ferocious this time and that’s saying something considering winters in Scotland are never much of a picnic.
Isla tips her head back ever so slightly, the light breeze causing her dark hair to float backwards across her shoulders like anethereal goddess. The sun warms her pale skin and the upward tips of the corners of her lips complete her beauty. She’s basking in the sun whilst it is out and I don’t blame her one bit.
The cold, that must be it. Simple; she needs time to defrost.
My dirty blonde hair and light brown skin may look different to Isla’s dark brown, almost black hair and fair skin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel how well we fit each other deep in my heart. Our differences complement one another. Isla and I were meant to be from the second we laid eyes on each other and she snarked her way into my soul. Come to think of it her humour is so similar to Ruaridh’s.
Internally, I cringe at the thought of relating her to Ru. It’ll take some getting used to, but there's no denying they are siblings, especially not with their signature pissed off scowl.
It’s still so new and surreal that Isla, the woman of my obsession, is my best mate's sister. The sister I know he has been torn apart over.
When I think about it I don’t know how I didn’t put two and two together when I met her. Their vibrant green eyes, dark hair, strong, sharp features, Scottish and the burn scars across her hands. The same hands I pinned above her head as I fucked her against a wall. The same ones she anxiously rubs whilst walking next to me.
Fuck. No wonder Ru tried to knock me out. I would have killed me if I was him.
I glance in his direction and the bastard is of course side eyeing me.
‘Ahh shite,’ I mutter under my breath.
‘What?’ Isla whispers back.
She’s quite the secretive one. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out since none of the other women in her group knew anything about me. Add that to the way she curled back up into her stormy shell when Vish gave away that everyone else couldhear what we were talking about were a couple of signs I’ve filed away for later.
‘I’m a dead man walking, princess.’
Isla spins to look at me, actually grabs my arm and everything. ‘What?’
Oh damn her firm grip feels good. Too good, and the way it has blood rushing to my dick is only going to get me killed sooner.
‘Princess, I have spent months imagining your touch. I’ve pined for it, but I can’t control my body's reactions right now and I think your brother will quite literally chop my dick off if he sees that I’ve got a boner for his sister.’
Isla’s gaze drops straight to my crotch, her eyes widening as she takes in the noticeable bulge there, and then she sees what I’m on about.
Straight in front of us, walking next to his girl, her brother has a tight grip on one of his axes and the tension in his muscles looks like he is about to snap.
‘Oh,’ Isla breathes.
Her bottom lip is slightly pulled inwards, the plumpness still on show, but it's as if the flesh beneath is being… nibbled on.
I’m about to ask her about it just as Vish draws all the attention to himself. ‘Stay low and move quick.’ Announcing the bridge we need to cross.
Our home is across the river and there are two ways of getting to it.
‘We’re going over that?’ Fauna asks looking to Ru for answers.
He nods. ‘Going under is far more dangerous.’
‘Another group live in the subway tunnels,’ I tell Isla.
