Pretty Bitches (22 page)

“Indeed.” He said as he licked his lips and rolled my body.

Fifteen minutes later the bell rang and I did a little happy dance. Truthfully, I had missed Lila and her filthy mouth. She’s been a staple in my life for over twenty years. Ever since she moved to NYC from Texas and never looked back.

The chick was born to be a bitchy New Yorker.

I followed Cailen to the door and smiled like an idiot when I saw her basically curled around Kincaid. They most definitely have hit it off, I thought.

She strolled in and stuck her chin in the air to me and huffed a string of profanity. I giggled and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a big hug.

Finally she pulled back and gave me a crooked grin. “Bitch. I have to hear about you marrying this,” She gestured to Cailen ending her gaze on his cock, “…hot piece of ass from someone else.”

She lifted her eyes back to his face and offered her hand. “Hi. I’m Lila, her better half.”

Cailen laughed. “I believe the same can be said about me. But, it is very nice to meet you. I’m glad to have the matching set of pretty bitches at home.”

She snorted and looked at me. “I really fucking like him, Em.”

I nodded. “Oh, you’re going to love him.” I looked over at his dancing blue eyes. “I know I sure do.”

He gave me a wink and turned back to everyone. “Alright, let’s get out of the fucking doorway and into the liquor.”

Everyone nodded vigorously and we followed him into the kitchen.

Mac commandeered the nacho bowl and Kincaid stacked the glasses on the table and filled them to the brim with whisky.

I pulled a bottle of wine for Lila from the cooler and popped the cork.

Her palate is delicate to say the least. The last time hard liquor passed her throat was at a wedding ten years ago and it was bad. Lila on liquor is like having Joan Rivers uncensored. The woman has the mouth of a sailor.

Cailen stood close to me all night as we laughed and drank. Lila was the hit of the party though. Besides her long jet-black hair and powder blue eyes she has a body that puts any woman within a hundred mile radius to shame. I watched Kincaid basically devour her with his eyes all night. Several times she turned around and pulled his massive head to her face and worked his lips over.

I laughed at his expression each time she pulled back and let go. It was a mix between wrenching desire and utter confusion. It was like he’d never had a woman do that to him and it made me snort.

Once everyone was absolutely trashed Mac thought it a good idea to cram into the enormous hot tub over looking the lake.

Six drunken fools in a hot tub after four bottles of whisky is seriously fucking stupid. But hey, we did it anyway.

Alick amused us with tales of a young and adventurous Cailen.

Kincaid and Lila were dangerously close to me telling them to get a fucking room. From the looks I would guess that he was just hours from proposing a double ceremony. She had him hooked, as she does most men.

I lay back against Cailen’s chest and enjoyed the banter back and forth as I stole glances at the beautiful lake.

It was a true piece of heaven on earth.

After a few hours Cailen stood and pulled me with him. “Good night dickheads, and lovely Lila. I’m taking my gorgeous soon-to-be wife to bed and plan on fucking the shit out of her, so don’t interrupt.”

I hung my head and laughed, then just stepped out giving a wave over my shoulder and sauntering into the house.

We made it approximately three feet inside the door before he had already pulled down my shorts. Yep, this was going to be another marathon. I grabbed the whisky bottle as we passed and twisted the lid.

Screw glasses at this point.

We passed the bottle back and forth several times before we made it to our room. He calmly took the bottle from my hand, placed it on the dresser and literally attacked me.

We were both slick and wet and it made rubbing our hands across our bodies effortless. He bent his head down and tugged at my nipple ring just as he slid the tip between his teeth and bit making me nearly come right there.

I gripped his hair and pulled him to my mouth. His tongue was so soft and caressing when he connected with mine.

It sent chills up my spine.

He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bit before he licked a trail down my jawline to the base of my throat. I was sucking in breaths heavily. I could feel my nipples rubbing against his chest, which made him moan into my ear.

He picked me up and walked me over to the bed and laid me down as he grabbed both of my legs and wrapped them around his neck and buried his face between my legs.

His tongue swiped across me in deliberate motions and I screamed his name as he gently bit my clit and raked his teeth across ending with his tongue and sucking me into his mouth.

I felt myself shatter into his mouth and his hands gripped my thighs as he growled into me.

I shook with tremors as he continued to suckle me then he trailed his tongue up my body and into my mouth.

He pulled back. “Are you ready for me now, Gemma?” His voice was hoarse with desire.

“Don’t make me beg.” I sighed as I lifted up trying to connect with his mouth.

He pulled my legs onto his shoulders and shoved into me fully. His head fell back as he let out a loud moan. My hands traveled the length of his abdomen enjoying the rip of his muscles as he worked me over.

Over and over he slammed me into the mattress going deeper than anyone had ever before.

I reached down and cupped his balls in my hands rolling them gently and stroking the underside making him tremble. A few more strokes and he shut his eyes running his finger over my clit instantly making me ready to climax and the next second we both exhaled, “Fuck,” and rolled together while we came.

I pulled my legs down and he dropped beside me rolling me into his arms. “You. Are. Dangerous.” He breathed.

“Me? You are the one that is trying to bow my freaking legs.”

He cackled with laughter. “Yes, I admit that has become my new mission in life, love.”

I just shook my head and concentrated on leveling my breathing. I rolled onto my side and stroked his hair. My eyes automatically went to the mesmerizing tattoo. I began tracing my fingers over the black outlines and studied it.

Just as he always does he read my mind. “It’s Celtic. Lorne had many wise sayings to fit any occasion when I needed advice,” he pointed at the lettering etched across his bicep. “These are two that stuck with me.”

“What does it say?” I asked in awe.

He smiled and pointed at the top one. “Well this one says, ‘
B'fhearr gun tòiseachadh na sguir gunchriochnachadh.’” I had to really listen closely because it was a very complicated syllabus. His perfect articulation was chilling, though.

He continued, “It means, ‘better not to begin than stop without finishing’.”

I thought about that for a moment and offered, “Your mother.”

He nodded and smiled. “Exactly.”

He held my gaze for a few beats and looked back at the other inscription and pointed. “This one says, ‘An rud is fhiach a ghabhail, 's fhaich e iarraidh.’”

He let me stare at the lettering before finishing, “It means, ‘If it is worth taking, it is worth asking for’.”

I looked over to his face.

He tucked a pieced of my hair behind my ear and trailed a finger down my jaw. “I couldn’t agree more.”

That sent a shiver up my spine and I spent the next few minutes showing him how much that meant to me.

Well, that had him rolling on top of me and starting another round.

I just ticked off sleep as one of the things I would be giving up for the rest of my life because it was something we never seemed to want to do.

The next morning a crash on my bed had me shrieking and jumping straight up. Lila was propped up on Cailen’s side fluffing his pillow in her hand.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She glanced at my chest. “Well, good morning girls, it’s been a while.” She said smirking.

I flipped her a bird and reached for my t-shirt. “What time is it and why are you so damn chipper?” I asked pulling the shirt over my head.

She smiled wide as she stared at her nails clicking them together. “I must say Kincaid does NOT disappoint and I am dangerously close to breaking my rule and sampling that again. Fucking A, he’s a horse.” She shook her head dramatically and narrowed her eyes giving me a sinister smile.

I just shook my head as I eased from the bed and laughed, pulling my hands through my hair. She followed me to the bathroom, as she always has.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her while I continued my morning pee. “How long can you stay, anyway?” I asked yawning.

She shrugged. “I have like a billion weeks of vacation. I figure I’ll get the full Scottish experience while I’m here, at least.”

“Well you better prep your twat because most of the experiences here involve fucking the shit out of it.” I said, seriously.

She gestured her hands in a motioning form. “Bring it on, baby.”

I laughed out loud and shoved her out the door following her to the kitchen.

Cailen was standing against the window drinking his coffee and staring toward the water. I strolled over and wrapped my arms around his waist resting my hands on his cock.

“Good morning, bagpipe.” I lilted.

“Well, it will be if you continue doing that.” He looked down at my hands and smiled.

I just shook my head. He was relentless. I kissed his neck and walked over to the coffee pot and grabbed a mug pouring it to the top.

Lila followed suit and we settled into the chairs at the bar. “Want to head down to the workout room and rock out a few poses?” I asked looking over.

She actually smiled. “That’s a good way to get me prepped for showing Kincaid how it’s done, later.”

I heard Cailen cackle and I snorted through my lips. “Yea, just go with that.” I said smiling.

We finished our coffee and I walked back to the room to change into my yoga clothes.

Cailen joined me. “I’ve taken care of the necessary arrangements this morning, Gemma.” He stared at me waiting for my reaction.

I blinked.

“What arrangements.”

He hesitated and slowly offered, “Well, I uh… called the minister and the caterer and the planner.”

His eyes were wide as he soaked up my reaction, waiting for me to freak the fuck out.

Strangely I was giddy. Excited even at the prospect of it happening sooner rather than later. I couldn’t wait to get that band of gold around his finger and mark him as
mine
.

I kept him guessing for several minutes and just as his eyes became desperate I smiled wide. “Do I get to throw the bouquet?”

He let out a long sigh and pulled me into a hug. “You had me scared to fucking death, Gemma.”

“I just wanted to make you sweat… more.”

“I should throw you down right here and show you how to sweat.”