Fergus shows no ability of understanding his owner, but pants happily, his tongue lulling out of his head.
“I need to go home and shower and change. I can meet you back at Greer’s?”
“I’ll take you back to Effie’s,” Greer says groggily next to me.
“Oh. I can walk.”
“I’ll take you back,” he says firmly, no room for arguing. I didn’t think I’d like a man who’s as direct as Greer, but I soak it up, maybe too much.
His dark red hair is a mess and I notice that the freckles on his shoulder are more condensed and it’s endearing.
“I’ll go grab your clothes,” he says, and it’s then that I realize I’m still just wearing Lain’s shirt.
Greer leaves the room, Fergus bounding after him.
Lain looks at me hopefully, a quick press of his lips against my nose.
“You’re so bonnie even with a wee bit of drool right here,” he says, his thumb coming to the corner of my lip.
I smack his hand away and narrow my eyes.
“Don’t overthink all this, alright? We’re having a good time. Last night was, fuck, Maisie, I’m going to think about you sucking my cock all day.”
My cheeks heat and I cover his mouth, feeling his smile under my palm.
“I won’t overthink it,” I tell him the lie easily.
I’ll be overthinking every moment we have together, but I’m also going to let myself enjoy this. He grabs the back of my neck and gives me a quick kiss.
“See you in an hour.”
“Yeah,” I reply easily, climbing out of bed as Greer brings me my clothes.
They both brazenly stare at me as I get dressed and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so wanted in my life. This feeling might become addictive.
We’re outside of the B&B and, as always, Greer insists on walking me back to my room. He has his hands placed on the top of the door frame, making him seem even taller as he leans in.
“Will I see you again tonight?”
I place a hand on his chest, loving how solid he feels. It brings back memories of how good he felt inside me last night.
A toy or self-gratification can’t compare to how I felt last night. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard in my life.
“Maybe,” I tease and he smiles, leaning even further down to kiss me tenderly.
I never gave much thought to beards, but Greer has changed my mind. I like the way it rubs against my skin when his mouth is on me.
“I’ll have to, uh…I’ll talk to Birdie and see what her plans are.”
He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Of course, Lain and I don’t want to get between your time with your sister.”
I rub my hand up and down his shirt again.
There’s a clearing of a throat in the hallway, and Birdie stands there, her hair just as big of a mess as mine.
Greer uses his large palm to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. My sister and I look between one another and at Greer.
“Birdie, your bag,” a deep voice says.
