Page 70 of Roommate Wanted
He was behind me before I heard him move.
“Yae took yer sweet time,” he grumbled, pulling my suit jacket off.
“How do you even get any work done?” I asked, listening to him open up my bag and the jingle from the metal cuffs.
“On ma laptop or phone. Yer sweet cunt takes precedence,” he said spinning me around to unbutton my top. “Plus, yae wore yur grey skirt an' bright pink top. So, technically, this is your fault.”
Lyall logic.
I shook my head.
He’d taken his jacket off and was wearing black trousers, shirt and tie. I ran a finger down the red silk material until I reached his abdomen.
“Hmm. Quite a large problem you have there, Mr MacDougall,” I said as he rolled my skirt up my thighs.
His hands froze.
“Stockings?” he groaned. “Oh, ma sexy wee cocksleeve. We might be down here for a while wae ma big problem.”
That wasn't a problem for me since my knickers were sticking to me.
He crouched down and rubbed his nose in my knickers. He took a deep inhalation but fell backwards with his eyes on my crotch as if the devil was crawling out of me. He stood up and grabbed my arms.
“You're pregnant,” he rasped with a wild look in his eyes. “It’s true, then. This is the first of eleven pups.”
“Do I even want to know?” I muttered to myself. “How do you know that I’m pregnant?”
“I cun smell it on yae,” he breathed, awestruck. Then his eyes lit up.“Ma wee angel’s carryin’oor first pup.”
He crushed me in a bear hug so tight I wheezed.
“Shite—sorry. Sorry.” He immediately loosened his grip, patting my hair like I might break.“We need tae get yae home. Into bed. Rest. Blankets. Soup.” He was already grabbing my clothes, muttering to himself like a deranged midwife.
“No. What about the handcuffs?” I wailed.
“Sorry, darlin’. Yer cocksleeve days are officially on hold,” he said, fumbling to button up my top with all the care of a man dressing a sacred artefact.
“Oh, why don’t you just wrap me in cotton wool while you’re at it?” I asked, sarcasm dripping off every word.
“Don’t be silly,” he said, dead serious.“That’s for the final trimester.”
I stared at him in horror while he put my jacket on. Our cask room trysts were over. My life flashed before my eyes.
“Lyall, let’s not be so hasty. If I get a pregnancy test—”
“Hush, darlin’. A've been sniffing your pussy fur nearly four months. Yae think I cannae tell the difference?”
Nooooooo.
He handed me my purse and scooped me up in his arms. “Let’s get yae hame, tucked up in bed.”
I was in shock as he carried me through the distillery, pack members watching. We walked past a grinning Ailsa.
I sagged onto his chest.
My life as I knew it was over.
Epilogue
