Page 5 of Desired

I get it. She’s left her home in Scotland to come here, only her reasons for doing so are much different than mine. It takes everything in me not to tell her that I know her secret. That I knew it before bringing her here. That I violated her privacy to protect myself and my family, before giving her the chance to tell me herself why she fled the place where she grew up. The place where she had ties all her life. Every cell in my body begs for her to be innocent in this. And every bone in my body senses that she is. I’ve never been wrong. But da always says to know the facts and believe them.

The fact is that if I fall for her, I risk everything.

But something in my gut tells me that she’s worth the risk. It’s not just my cock telling me that. But I’ve listened to my gut before, and it got me nowhere fast. I can hear Maverick’s voice inside my head telling me to let the past go. That I was young and foolish. It was a long time ago. But the memory still stings. Moira’s face changes. “It’s none of my business, but do you bring your prospects here?”

My eyes widen. She’s figured me out. She thinks that I’m here to get into her pants. I’ll admit that my cock is still wide awake, but I have control, and I’ll not make a move unless in some way she tells me to. Moira sees my expression and her eyes widen as she back pedals. “Oh, shit!” She gasps outwardly at her folly. “God, that’s not what I meant!” A chuckle as she covers her face and laughs. “I mean...do you bring potential clients here?”

I let out the breath that I was holding and laugh with her. “No, I bring all my whores to the office, Moira.”

She laughs out loud. It’s such a wonderful sound. And it’s contagious as hell.

“I don’t do...that.” I say flatly, but my eyes are dancing.

“No, I don’t suspect that you would have to.” She chuckles.

“What do you mean by that, lass?” I ask curiously.

“Well, um...” She looks away, blushing. God, she couldn’t be more sexy or adorable if she tried. “You’re quite handsome, Declan.”

There it is. Usually, when women make comments, it’s ‘well, you’re as rich as they come’. And, while I know that Moira isn’t exactly destitute, some of the wealthy are also the greediest. I can attest. I have the grace to look away as I blush, too. “Are you going to tell me what a doula is, or shall I look it up later?” I ask, changing the subject.

“It’s someone that aids a lass having a bairn, Declan.”

“Ah. Like a midwife.”

She nods. “Yes.”

The gazebo is to her left. It’s got a gauze drape covering it on all four sides, and a couch in the center, with a coffee table and two smaller end tables. The pool house is to her right, complete with potted plants in the windows, and a round doorway. “God, that’s cute.”

I want to say, ‘so are you’, but I lick my lips to stop myself. “My architect and designers had way more fun planning this house than anyone, I think. They’re married with a couple of kids together. Part of me thinks that they always wanted to build something like that for their own bairns.”

She chuckles. “It does look like a playhouse.”

I want to ask her if she wants to go in and play, but I stop myself. “If you want to take a look, feel free.”

“Can I?”

I walk towards her, even though I don’t trust myself, and open the door. She takes steps towards me and it’s like a stop-motion video as she passes me in the doorway. Our bodies almost touch. I can smell her shampoo, and I can almost taste her lips. My eyes are magnetized to her lips, and I can’t stop it. I swear she lifts her hands to place them on my chest, but she stops herself. Inside the pool house is another small couch. A few buckets of chemicals are hidden in closets, and simple pool tools are hanging on hooks, hidden behind other closets. The place is immaculate. Windows let a little light inside, but the ambience screams romance.

I want to walk away, to stop myself from taking the first step, but this time my feet won’t move. Just the proximity to her is making the animal inside me awaken. The animal that has been dormant since my last heartbreak. “Do you want to take a look inside?” I ask, my voice husky with need.

That’s when my goddamn cell phone rings. Our eyes are locked as we gaze at each other. I’m frozen. “Aren’t you going to answer that?” She asks, although her voice and her eyes beg me not to.

“I should.” I tell her, as though convincing myself.

My phone is in my pants pocket. Vibrating on my upper thigh. Moira looks down, bravely slides her hand inside my pocket, eyes not leaving mine as she reaches inside, grazing the side of my hardened cock, and she lifts the phone out, handing it to me. My eyes don’t leave hers. As I slide the call button over, not bothering to look at who’s calling, my voice is flat, as I’m in a trance. “I’ll call you back.” I say simply, and hang up, not missing a beat.

Our lips crush together, not sure who made the first move, but it appears mutual, as I pull her to me, lifting her as my tongue plunges into her mouth. Her body melts into mine, like we’re molded together, fitting together like a puzzle. My rock-hard cock pulses against her softness, as she moans into my mouth, as starved for affection as I am. Her long dress unapologetically gives me access to all of her, and I waste no time, while she voraciously grasps my hair, pulling me to her, as I lift her dress, palm down, up her thighs. I press her back into the outside wall of the pool house, leaning my cock into the apex of her thighs, answering her cries.

Pelvis pulsing on her, hitting her in all the right places, my tongue batters hers, as she climbs, desperate for release. “God, I want you to fuck me.” She says quickly on exhale, as she practically claws her way down to my zipper, forcing it open. She slides my briefs down, exposing me, as I give one swift tug to the side of her lacy panties, effectively ripping them off. Hands on her ass, I part her legs and thrust into her, gliding in on her wetness, eyes rolling into the sockets.

“You want me to fuck you.” I pant, filling her to the hilt. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard, baby.”

Her lips envelop mine as we kiss like lovers. My pelvis thrusting into her, fucking her on the side of my pool house. Never in my life have I ever wanted to take a lass so bad. Our breathing is labored as we fuck like animals against the siding. As I feel her insides clench, I slow, wanting to savor her, and I lift her back off the wall, fucking her as I walk to the soft couch inside the gazebo. As her legs move when she feels the material against them, she whispers. “You sit. I want to fuck you like a cowgirl.”

My pants come off and she pushes me down, so my ass hits the couch, and my dick points true north. I watch her slip her dress off over her head and I undo my shirt buttons, joining her in her nakedness, as she removes her bra and sits over my lap. Her eyes roll into the sockets as my cock fills her again. Lips on hers, hands on her ass, she rides me just like she said she wanted to ride me. I can feel her perfect breasts skating over my chest, and I no longer can resist them. And the second my lips are on them, sucking them, licking the nipples, I feel her insides clench again.

“Oh! Fuuuuck!” She shouts, as she comes like thunder on my cock, threatening to suck my seed out with her thunderous orgasm. But I miraculously hang on, throwing my natural rhythm off, while she continues coming, setting me on fire. As her body loosens slightly, I reach down to her clit, circling it with my thumb, and she starts to mewl, head rearing back, making me so ready to shoot my wad into her. Then I suck her one nipple while kneading the other, thumb still working her clit, and she starts crying out again, in another wave. That’s when her fingers move from my hair to my chest, grabbing my nipples, and I lose it. I grunt so loud, I almost drown her out, as I empty myself into her, feeling every nerve ending from head to toe in utter ecstasy.

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