While attempting to let all this information sink in, I just let Lain guide where we’re walking to, and that’s when we turn around the wrong corner, because there’s my sister getting railed mid-day on a farm.
“Oh my God,” I hiss, grabbing Lain’s arm and dragging him back around the corner. “That was my sister, right?”
“Aye, definitely your sister,” Lain says, with a hand covering his face.
“So this is where she’s been spending her time,” I say, leaning against the wall next to Lain. “It kinda makes sense. I wonder why she didn’t tell me?”
Lain bumps me with his arm. “It seems like you and your sister have quite a bit to talk about. I mean, I don’t think you need to bring up catching her in whatever that position was, but everything else.”
“You’re right,” I groan, and then Lain is in front of me, my back against the wall. One hand is braced above my head while he uses the other to tug at a loose piece of hair.
“What are you so worried about?” he asks in his soft Alpha voice that makes my toes curl.
“That she’ll be upset that I didn’t tell her, that it will make me seem like a hypocrite. I’ve been so hard on her in the past about keeping a steady job, about always having a back-up plan.” I sigh dramatically. “I just…it’s important that Birdie is proud of me and I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“Your sister loves you. She won’t be disappointed. I’m sure she’ll be pissed off on your behalf that they fired you for your designation. Just clear the air, you’ll feel better after.”
“You know what else would make me feel better?” I ask, tugging on his kilt, bringing his body closer to me.
“Are you being a good girl and telling your Alpha when you feel needy?” he asks, and I can’t help the little noise that slips out of me.
Lain looks around us and grabs my wrist, ushering me away to a more private spot. With little to no effort, my back is pressed against the wall and one of his thick thighs is pressed against my leg.
“Have I mentioned how much I like these skirts you wear?” he asks, nudging the material up my legs, pressing his thigh more firmly against my center. “Actually, I like everything about you.”
I swallow thickly, because I like everything about him too. Instead of saying those words, I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans down and kisses me.
“I know you can come just like this,” he says, grabbing my ass and shifting my body against his.
He knew because Greer told him what happened between us, and why do I consider that such a turn on?
“Fucking make a mess on me, Maisie. Mark me so that fucking rat bastard on the van knows who you belong to.”
I grind harder against his leg, wishing that I could scent mark him. He makes up the difference between the two of us as he licks and sucks on my throat. His grip on my ass is tight and demanding.
“God, Mais, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
That’s what sends me over the edge, and for the second time in only a few days I come without even taking off my panties from rubbing against a hot Scottish man.
I glance around. We’re tucked away in a spot where someone would need a reason to come back here to view us.
“Have I told you how much I like your skirt, too?” I ask with a smirk.
“Kilt,” he corrects as I cup his cock through the material. He groans, and the wool is thick as I slip my hand underneath, finding him wearing underwear. With confidence I didn’t know I had, I grab him at the base, my thumb teasing his knot as I stroke him. “Fucking hell, you’re going to make me call Greer to bring me another set of trousers, aren’t you?”
He’s bucking into my hand, and I know he’s close. That’s the moment I decide to crouch down, taking his head into my mouth as I continue to jerk him off. My other hand is fisting his kilt out of my face.
Lain has a hand braced on the wall and another cradling the back of my head.
“God, you drive me crazy.”
Good. I like that I drive him crazy, that I can render a man into a shaking, panting mess.
Lain moans, his hand on the back of my head gripping me harder as his warm cum floods my throat. I swallow him down and the Alpha sighs when my lips slide off his cock.
I right his underwear and kilt, proud of my work. The moment I stand, Lain’s lips are on mine, not even a moment of hesitation tasting himself on my lips. I like that too.
“What are you doing to me?” he says against my lips and the same question lingers in my mind. Because what exactly have these Alphas awoken in me?
