HighlandHeat (14 page)

“Uhhh! Ha-amish!”

Holding himself on his elbows allowed him to see her face,
feel her tight breasts drag against his chest as he fucked in and out of her
slick clasp. He watched her eyes dilate and become all big, black pupils. Her
lips opened as she panted, moaned, even groaned his name, and he thrived on
driving each and every one from her mouth.

“Here, baby girl, is this what you like? A cock driving hard
in and out of you?”

“Yes! Uhhh! No! No, your, your, your cock!”

“Oh, shit!” It was such an incredible sight watching her
wallow in his loving. He lost it when she reached up, grasped hold of his ram
horns and pulled his head down until a mere breath separated their lips.

It was an unmatched feeling to face her while they loved. To
feel her breath on his face and have her gaze connected with his and her hands
on his horns. This was unlike anything he’d expected and never wanted it to
end. She was free to touch him, all of him and she did with passion. Their
loving was always beautiful, but it became utterly erotic when she reached out
and held onto the one thing that was so much a part of him—his horns.

Until Grace touched, no, stroked them as she would his cock,
he hadn’t realized how big a part they played in his sexual desire. With each
pass of her hands over the bones or when she gripped them, his rod swelled
further with need and his breath caught in the back of his throat. Her gentle hands
on his hard horns led the charge of intense feelings rushing through him in his
quest for climax.

“Ha-a-m…” He watched her eyes widen before they lost focus
when she arrived on the precipice of an orgasm. Her pussy started to
rhythmically pulsate around his plunging rod. Over and over again, her moist
channel gripped at him, tried to pull him in deeper and keep him there. It was
difficult for him to plow his thick length through the tight path, although he
kept trying. Thrusting through the hold to reach his part of heaven found in
the furthest reaches of his mate.

“Do you hear that, baby? Do you? That’s what a tight, lush,
all woman sounds like. My woman.”

“Ha-a-mish!” With a cry, she shattered around his cock.

Grace kept screaming as her cunt pulled his rod in and beat
a rhythm all its own against it. She fiercely clenched him and it took great
effort for him to pull out before he plunged in again. Watching her climax had
his come boiling in his balls, eager to be released.

He rose up on his knees and kept his head down low enough so
she could maintain her hold on his horns. The feel of her soft delicate hands
on the hard bone of his curling protrusions seemed to entice her further and
brought out the beast in him.

“Sorry, baby. Sorry.” With all his weight and strength
behind him, he lifted her hips and plowed her depths. Over and over again.
Harder, faster, he thrust his thick rod into her wet slit. He watched his cock
move in and out of her gentle clasp. Her lower folds were spread wide to
accommodate his girth. Hamish couldn’t move his eyes away from the sight of his
rough flesh being gripped by her soft sensuous body.

Grunting with the effort to give every bit of himself to her
and in return feel all the pleasure he knew was possible between them, kept him
pushing and striving for release.

“Hamish! Hamish!”

Looking up, he paused at her breasts and watched as they
bounced wildly with his untamed fucking. His eyes trailed up further, caught
her gray gaze and was lost. Her grip on his horns was firm and he realized
there was no way she was going to let go,
ever
.

“Grace!” With his shout, cum was propelled down his hard
rod, blasting against the end of his condom. He kept fucking her as if he was a
machine. There was no way he would ever stop showing his love for this woman
with his body.

In time, when he had no more strength left, he rolled to his
side, taking her with him. He wanted them to remain connected this way forever.
Hamish kissed her gently, lovingly, with his heart and soul opened to Grace.

“Oh lass, did I hurt you?” When a small bit of common sense
finally returned to his thought process, he worried he’d harmed her when it
felt as if the animal in him was taking his mate.

“No, never. You love me as thoroughly as I want and need.”
She kissed him softly, with her eyes wide opened, all while maintaining a firm
hold on his horns. “Hamish? I truly love your horns.”

* * * * *

“Sweetheart, I still don’t think I can leave the house yet.”

She shouldn’t find it funny, but there was no discontent
present in his claim. In fact, he sounded rather pleased with his present
predicament and had no problem letting her know it.

“It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve been out in
daylight, are you all right?” Grace asked with concern.

“Yup, I’m fine. You should know that this is all your
fault.” There was a wicked grin on his face as he spoke.

“My fault?” The frown wasn’t real. She knew exactly where
this conversation was leading.

“Oh, yes! I’m sure if you’d fuck me for at least a month of
nights and days without stopping, then I imagine I’d pass out from exhaustion.
Once I’m out, then you could stuff me in the back of the car and drive me up to
Scotland. We can go to my estate, have as much sex as we want, whenever or
wherever we want. I won’t have to worry about my horns being seen or anything
like that if we’re there.”

One of their favorite ways to spend time together was
sharing a tub full of bubble bath and they were indulging themselves.
Regardless of being completely sleep-deprived and recently satisfied, she found
it interesting that his horns were still at full curl and his rod was ready for
more. He’d have to wait, because despite how he was approaching it, this was a
serious conversation.

“Hamish, I need to work. There isn’t anyone else I can hand
the business over to. It’s all up to me and I want to keep it that way. Did you
know I haven’t sat down at the drawing board to do any design work in ages? I
have commitments to others to fulfill, special orders to work on, and a
business to run.”

“I know, you’re very good at it. Maybe if you moved your
work things here, then we could always be close enough for a couple of
quickies. That might make it all right until you’re finished for the day.”

“An inspiring idea, although I might have a problem with it.
The more you have your way with me, the less inclined you’ll be to need
i
tconstantly. And not far from that point is your not needing me at all.”
While her tone suggested she was merely teasing him, it was still a sad thought
for her to have. She loved his wanting her so fiercely and constantly and
didn’t want it diminish one bit. Even after he’d thoroughly had his wicked way
with her, he was almost always hard and ready for more.

Despite this rolling through her mind, when she looked over
at him, she couldn’t help but smile with happiness. The big powerful man, known
for his cool reserved presence in the business world, had tiny white bubbles
decorating his horns where she’d been holding them while riding him a few
minutes earlier.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think the day will ever come when I
don’t want you as much, if not more, than I want my next breath. We make
beautiful love together and will make fabulous babies as well. Trust me,
there’s no one else for me.”

Going with the water’s flow, she eased her way over to
straddle him again. Teasing her pussy over his hard-on, she took hold of his
horns, tilted his head back and moved her lips until she was almost touching
his.

“Hamish, my love, I was wondering…”

“Yes, lass? Could you shift a little further this way and
slip your sweet cunt over my rod. Ahhh, yes, right there.”

“I’m an old-fashioned girl at heart and you keep mentioning
children…” Gravity took over and her pussy slowly slipped down, accepting his
cock. No matter how many times she had him, he still managed to steal her
breath when he entered her. It was a pleasure to have him inside her, although
it took a few seconds to get used to his possession.

“Mmm, yes, lots of kids. You’ll look incredible swollen with
our babies. I wonder how much larger your breasts will get? You know I adore
these delightful mounds. By the way, have you realized I’m not wearing a
condom?”

She moved up and then settled back down over him, giving her
chest an extra shake to make sure she had his full attention. He groaned and
reached out to put his hands on her hips in order to take over their movement,
except she wasn’t ready to do this. Not quite yet.

“Yes, I do, and you feel delicious bare inside me.”

“You feel pretty damn good as well. You should know I have a
hunkering for a little cherub with white blonde curls to share a tea party with
or a lad with your feistiness to kick a football around with. Yes, babies, lots
of babies.”

“Hamish?”

“Hmmm.” He leaned up and took one of her nipples in his
mouth. The pressure to move and take over their loving increased until she
could hardly remember what she’d been trying to say.

“I want to go home.”

“What? What do you mean?” Water splashed all over the floor
when he rushed to sit up in the full tub.

“I want to go back to Scotland. That’s home. I don’t live
here in London. This isn’t where I want to raise a family or anything else.
This is the longest I’ve ever stayed down here and I’m going crazy. I like to
visit this city, the ladies in the shop, but not to live here. Let’s leave
tonight. We can be up to my place in Edinburgh around dawn if we don’t stop
except for gas.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry for not realizing you needed to
escape the city as much as I do. I’ve remained here because you were here.
We’ll head north and get on with our lives.” He held her close and pressed a
sweet kiss on her lips. “What do you think about my finding a private creative
space for you to work in, would you then move to my place up in the Highlands?
I know you need to visit all your shops, work endless hours, but can my estate
be the place you call home? I’m serious, you are my life and I want to be there
with you.”

“Hamish, by any chance are you asking me to marry you?”

“Of course I am! You just told me you’re old-fashioned,
well, so am I. You’re my heart, my forever. Now give me your answer.”

“Yes!”

“Good. Now, come here and let’s make some headway on
starting our family.”

“Hmmm, good idea, my horny man.”

The Highlands, Scotland

Unlike his place in London, Hamish’s house in the Highlands
was a large, grand old castle that had been perfectly preserved and brought
gently into contemporary times. The stone made it appear solid, timeless, an
unmovable presence. Grace hadn’t doubted that this was the type of place he’d
choose to live in, although it was even more impressive than she’d imagined.
Silly, really, she knew firsthand that the man didn’t do anything by half
measures.

His estate was huge, wild and suited him perfectly. After
seeing him in this environment, she couldn’t picture him anywhere else. The original
structure was an Edwardian hunting lodge, built by some remote member of the
royal family. It had been added to many times since then and yet had managed to
maintain its charm.

There were outbuildings, guest and gatehouses. She thought
the mixture of styles and eras blended well, but it was the follies placed
randomly throughout the grounds that she loved. There were three of them, one
on the hill overlooking her office. Every time she left, she sought it out and
wondered about the man who had it built. It intrigued her how in times past
follies were usually illegal and still built as a tangible expression of a
man’s love for his lady.

Maybe she should change things around for womankind and have
one built for her man. Laughing out loud and not caring if anyone heard her,
she continued trying to find her way around the main house. With all the wings
and floors, the place was a true maze.

There it was, the painting of a huge deer and his many
pointed antlers. It was a piece she associated with being near Hamish’s office.
Turning the corner, she saw a large window at the end of the hallway with a
beautiful dark green panel pulled to the side and a door on the right. She was
sure this was his office, but just in case she was wrong, Grace quietly opened
the door and peeked in. The man she was looking for stood at the window,
looking down the valley, over the loch toward Ben Hope in the distance.

The smile on her face grew when she saw the state of his
horns. There was no doubt where his mind had wandered. It didn’t matter what
he’d been looking at because it was apparent his thoughts happened to have
landed the same place hers had.

Trying to surprise him, she walked as quietly as she could,
then wrapped her arms around him and held him close. There were no words
necessary between them. She was where she wanted to be and when his hands came
up to hold hers, press them closer to his chest, Grace knew her decision to
come home early had been the right one.

Resting her forehead against his back, she closed her eyes and
breathed in his scent. Clean, crisp and cool, that was her man and she loved to
shake him up. Today she had the perfect means to do it to.

Without any warning or hinted at, she merely slipped her
hand beneath his kilt and took hold of his hard-on. The fierce rod gave a
mighty twitch in her grip and she smiled with delight. She tightened her clasp,
and started to stroke up and down the sturdy length. The surprise for him was
that she hadn’t taken off her cashmere gloves and the softer-than-air fiber had
to be driving him wild.

The way in which he moaned with pleasure told her she was
right. His steely control would soon be on the rocks if she had anything to say
about it. Holding his cock firmly in her soft grip, she teased him, stroking
over his ready hard-on. While she couldn’t feel his flesh, she could enjoy the
blood pulsating just beneath the surface. The pace with which she stroked him
wasn’t quick, it was, however, fast enough to keep him heading steadily toward
a climax.

After two, maybe three minutes, his head was thrown back and
his rod was throbbing wildly with need. She knew she had him seconds from
coming and was pleased to have shaken his control so easily. Then, as if he
wasn’t a few short seconds away from coming, he startled her by turning around
and taking back power on a growl.

“Grace, my love,” he whispered against her mouth, then
thrust his tongue between her lips and instantly owned her body. Her hands
reached out to grab his horns, hold him to her, only he shook his head and her
hands fell away. While he scrunched her skirt up, Hamish told her exactly what
he’d been thinking about when she walked in.

“I was trying to get some work done, but my mind kept
slipping back to that first day in your office. There you were sitting on your
desk, almost undressed and begging me for more. I wanted to take you so badly
that day, right there on your desk. With this picture of you distracting me
from important work, I came to the window to try to find my focus again. Then
you threw it all away in an instant. You came in here and wrecked my ability to
think of anything except coming because of how you worked these sexy gloves
over my cock.” The fists gripping the fabric of her skirt relaxed and started
to methodically take her clothes away.

“I’m not sorry.”

“That’s fine with me, because either way I’ll have you. And
I can tell you I won’t be sorry either.”

Since she wanted this as much as he did, she helped strip
down. There was a playroom here at the house. She didn’t think it was possible,
but it was even more delicious than the one in London. More toys, more space,
more of everything, but right now, as far as she was concerned, it was too far
away. When she started to pull off her elbow-length cashmere gloves, he stopped
her with a commanding look.

“Oh, no, those stay on, baby. I want you to wear these
wicked gloves. Call it payback.”

Laughing, because now she knew for sure she’d had him on the
ropes earlier, Grace let him have his way. She already had her victory and
would keep it close until the next time, when hopefully she’d send him over the
edge.

Completely naked except for the gloves, he lifted her to his
kiss. His lips weren’t gentle or playing softly against hers. No, they demanded
she meet his lusty needs with hers. Instantly she felt loved and needed. With
his hands holding her hips, he moved the two of them over to the desk and sat
her down on its cluttered top.

While she was pulling her mouth away to catch a breath, she
mentioned she was sitting on his paperwork. Ignoring her warning, he placed her
hands on his horns and thrust his cock inside her. With no more than a grunt,
he’d surged right into her without a pause until he hit her cervix and drove a
squeal from her.

“Don’t let go of the horns, baby, don’t let go.”

“Or what?” She gasped out as he pulled out and thrust back
in, just as fiercely as before.

“Just don’t let go.”

Grace lost her train of thought as he again possessed her
body. She loved every groan of pleasure he created in her. This was her heaven,
having him taking her with utter and complete passion. They enjoyed their
sensual play. He pushed in until he was buried deep inside her, then pushed for
a little more space, pulled out and pushed himself inside her again. The power
he put behind this last thrust caused her hands to drop from the horns and they
fell back on the desk by her head.

The move sent things crashing to the floor, her eyes rolling
back.

This was what uncontrolled desire felt like, raw and
brimming with hunger for his satisfaction, as well as her own. There wasn’t anything
pretty about what they were doing right now on his desk. There were no gentle
words of love being whispered or fucking for pleasure. This was an expression
of pure need they had for each other. The reward would be the pleasure only
they could offer each other.

Under his care and in his eyes, she was beautiful and
wanted.

He pulled his cock out, nice and slow, so she felt every
inch of his thick rod leaving her and then thrust in again, nudging his cock
for that little extra space he always managed to find. Her back arched,
thrusting her breasts up higher and her legs folded around his hips for
balance.

With the next hard push he made inside her, she brought the
gloved hands up to hold her breasts still. They shook so wildly with his feral
loving. She opened her eyes to look at him and found an intense, passionate
expression on his face. He had one hand braced beside her head and the other
kept his kilt out of the way, permitting him a view of his possession. It was
interesting that, despite usually watching where his rod disappeared inside
her, this time he didn’t look away from her chest.

On a whim, she changed her hands’ positions until they were
cupping the rounded hills of flesh. The fire in his golden orbs flared and she
ramped up the flames by teasing her cashmere covered thumbs up and over her
tight nipples. While it was a sweet torture for her, it looked like the moves
were driving him crazy.

“There you go, baby, make those tips nice and hard for me to
suck on.”

So, he wanted it that way. Well, she’d be more than happy to
ratchet up his lust, hers definitely was. Already she was feeling like a sexy
siren writhing naked on top of his desk while he had his wicked way with her.

Stroking with her index fingers, she circled the pink
points. The soft yarn felt wonderful on her skin. She could see why he’d been
enjoying the hand job as much as she was. Covering the two fleshy mounds, she
moved her palms lightly over the tips, enticing them to stretch further for
more contact. They did and she discovered that trying to tease him was almost
more than she could handle. Deciding to reward herself, Grace pinched both
breasts and moaned while giving them a gentle tug before rolling them like
someone would a fine cigar.

She felt what she was doing to her breasts all the way down
in her pussy. This was a particular set of nerves she enjoyed teasing. As a
reward for her actions and the seriously tight grip she had on his cock, she
was able to feel him pulsate with need. The hard swelling and pounding of blood
through his flesh inside her brought another groan to the surface, slipping out
as she arched her back again. There was one goal in her mind now, trying to
drive him even further than he had been before.

It may have been a thought in her mind, but she was sure she
could feel even more of him inside her body. Suddenly there was a need to
ensure he didn’t leave her body. She moved one of her hands down to her mound
to try to push him back inside her, except the move backfired on her. Her eyes
flew open and met his when he took one of her fingers and started to tease it
over her excited clit. The feel of the soft glove over her tight nub drove her
out of her mind.

“Wicked gloves, aren’t they?” Hamish mentioned as he
relentlessly kept the digit poised just over the hard flesh. She thought if she
bumped her hips up it would bring him back into her cunt, but she couldn’t
manage to move from her current position.

“Aren’t they, baby girl?”

“Please, please.” She begged, wanting the climax that was
right out of reach.

“Okay, okay. Is this what you want?” He moved her hands back
so they held his horns and rammed into her pussy, encouraging her now free
breasts to shake with delight. She held on to him as if her life depended on it
while he rode her body hard and fast. Words were no longer an option, instead
she groaned with pleasure. This became her only way to communicate with him.
She started to move her legs back around his hips, but he stopped them and held
her knees pressed down against the desktop.

“Hamish!” She screamed, loudly, as it felt like her body was
about to disintegrate into a million pieces while she climaxed. From the top of
her head down to the tip of her toes, she shook and clenched, trying to keep
him inside her pussy and completely still. She could feel how her slick channel
gripped him tightly and tried to pull him deeper while the muscles quaked
around him.

The climaxes he gave her were always more than she’d ever
expected. They took hold of her and then sent her spiraling out of control. He
possessed her mind, body and soul with love and lust.

Despite her best attempt to hold him inside her, he kept
moving. It took a great deal of effort and unimagined strength of will, but he
managed. Each stroke drove the breath from her. Then, when his gaze found and held
hers, Grace could tell his time was near. And it was. He exploded inside her,
sending seed into the furthest reaches of her womb.

Collapsing onto his elbows, he huffed in a bid to catch his
breath. When the smile of satisfaction graced his lips, she wanted to laugh.
The man was rather pleased with himself, as he should be. She was still basking
in the glory of his absolute possession.

Leaning to the side, he rested a hand on her belly and
stroked the flesh. Underneath his touch, her flesh jumped and quivered with
excitement. It didn’t matter that they’d just had one of the most incredible
fucks of her life, because as far as her mind and body were concerned, the man
was magic and always ready to go another round.

“Do you think we made a baby this time?”

“Hmmm, if I remember the calendar right then it’s very
possible.” They were both serious in their desire for children. Because of his
horns, it was a possibility they’d be born with them and they had to take that
into consideration. No matter what, all of their children would be accepted and
if it wasn’t meant to be for them personally, then they’d adopt.

“I love you, Hamish, especially the way you go commando
under your kilt. You’re a real Scotsman.”

“Why? Because I like to lift it and fuck you wherever we
are?”

“That and because you look so bloody sexy in it.”

“Well, I guess it’s fair. I’ve always been partial to seeing
you in your shoes and stockings. Now I’ll have to add these gloves to the list
of must have handy. Those are entirely too decadent not to come with a
warning.”

“Fine, with one condition.”

“Are we negotiating again?”