Our lips part and we stare at each other as we use our hands to get each other off. It somehow feels even more intimate than last night. I feel like there are so many unsaid things between us, but we can feel it now and express it through touch.
I want her, every little part she’s willing to give.
“Fuck are you going to make me come on myself, pet?” I ask her, my fingers curling inside her wet pussy as she strokes me with new vigor.
“Right there,” she pants out, both of us frantic about getting each other off and neither of us breaking eye contact as we do it.
I watch her fall apart first, and it’s a thing of beauty. Her lips part in a wanton moan and wet curls stick to her face as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her grip tightens as she reaches her orgasm, and my knot swells as she milks me of every last drop, warm cum hitting my stomach.
We’re both still touching each other as we pant, coming down from our releases. Then Maisie does the unthinkable, removing her hand and placing her fingers into her mouth, tasting my release. I can’t help but to follow suit, sliding my fingers out of her and putting her warm slick against my tongue.
Without even thinking about it we come together in a kiss sharing our mixed release and if I wasn’t obsessed before, I am now. We belong together.
It’s the best way to spend a rainy Scottish day and I know that from here on out any time that it rains she’ll be the only thing I ever think about.
17
maisie
Lain left an hour ago.The plan is to meet at Greer’s for dinner.
It’s a little unnerving how easy this all is. Talking with men, Alpha men at that, has never been something that has come naturally to me, neither has intimacy. But with Lain and Greer, I feel safe, confident, and special.
As I walk down the stairs, I hear a low-toned argument and I know I shouldn’t snoop, but I also don’t want them to think that I’m eavesdropping.
“Nan, it’s time to sell the place,” a deep voice that I’m now all too familiar with says. I roll my eyes.
At least I know he’s not just a pain in the ass with me.
“Ack. Mind your own,” Effie says back, and I have to hide a laugh behind my hand.
“You and Grandda should enjoy your retirement years, not barely scrapping by trying to make this place work.”
“I’d mind your tone, lad. This is me and your Grandda’s dream. We love having company, taking care of people. I won’t sell this place and I absolutely will not let some hard-headed bairn tell me what to do.”
Callum sighs heavily as his heavy footsteps clomp in the opposite direction, the backdoor slamming in his wake.
I’d hoped that Effie wouldn’t be in the foyer, but as I take the last step, there she is.
“Sorry if you heard any of that, dear. Don’t mind him,” she says, a pinch in her brow.
I clear my throat, and I know I’m overstepping, but I don’t have a job and maybe if I could use some of my knowledge for good, it would make me feel better.
“You know, Effie, my whole job is marketing. I could possibly help you with this place,” I say.
She waves a hand at me. “You’re so busy as is, I couldn’t ask that of ya.”
“I’d really like to. Things at work…well, they’re unbearably slow.”
“I don’t have the budget to pay for something like that.”
“Oh, I would do it for absolutely free. Do you have any social media accounts I could look at?” I ask, and Effie blinks at me. “Or are you on any third party sites?” When she still looks confused by what I’m saying, I give her a small smile. “Starting from the ground up is the best way to do a marketing campaign, anyway.”
“This place has been our life’s work. I’m not ready to let it go. Anything you can do to help would be appreciated. I’ll make those scones you like so much tomorrow.”
“You know I’d do just about anything for your scones,” I say as different ideas roll through my head.
If she isn’t on any third party sites, just putting her on those alone should drum up some business. Maybe I could combine marketing with Lain and Greer, some sort of all in package. I’m nearly on autopilot as I walk to the tavern, nearly stepping in three different puddles.
