“But not with anyone else.”
“Good. Would you like me in here,” I put my hand between her legs and find her naked, slip a finger into her pussy roughly. “And Isaac in here?” I push the tip on my thumb into her ass. “Both of us fucking you.”
“Yes.”
I leave both her entrances. “But would you want to see him with me?”
“Watch you?”
“Yes.”
She’s always been a voyeur. In her clubs where she wears a mask, she’d always watch first and then find someone to play with her and get her off. Micky told me once when he was drunk and high on painkillers.
“I’d like to watch you. But I’d need to join in too.”
“This is dangerous, Blair.”
“I know. It’s complicated. It’s not normal.”
I unzip my trousers and shake my cock free. Her eyes fix on it and her legs part. “We’ll all end up getting hurt.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
I don’t tell her otherwise. Instead, I line my cock up with her entrance and press into her slowly but hard, feeling her tightness capture my cock. She whimpers, her nails digging in my back and once I’m fully in her, I pause.
“I wish I could’ve been your everything when we were younger. I wish we could have more now.”
“Why can’t we? People know about you.”
I pull out and thrust back in fast, not wanting this conversation to carry on because there are a dozen reasons why it can’t happen and everyone would cause her to see me for what I really am.
“Let’s just see what happens. Just feel what we have now.”
Her legs wrap around the back of mine and she starts to hold on, her pussy tightening. I bend my head and take her nipple in my mouth, angling my cock so I can hit her clit as I move.
It’s been too long and I need her too much for this to be anything but quick, but she’ll get there before me and then I’ll have her again.
“Missed this.” Her words are fractured as my rhythm quickens. “Missed you so much.”
“I missed you.” It’s a confession I never thought I’d give.
She comes and I follow, filling her up. I freeze above her as I finish, watching her beautiful face, her eyes fixed on mine and looking at me as if I hung the moon.
“Sometimes I wish it was just us in this castle, at this loch.” Her words are sleepy. “That we could lock the doors and stay here forever. But that’s a fairy tale.”
“You can do whatever you want to.”
“Because of my title?”
“No. Because you’re the fucking centre of the world.”
Chapter Thirteen
By morning, the rain’s cleared leaving a brighter sky than the day before. I spend the early morning in bed with Blair, talking through her last few days when I haven’t been around. She’s needy and tactile and there’s more that I know she needs to say and so do I, but the words aren’t there; I can’t say them.
I don’t bother with breakfast, not of the food variety and head straight outside to where I know my father will be because I need answers.
The lap of the waves is a lullaby for my soul and every molecule feels like it’s come home. This is sanctuary. This is the place I want to protect.
