Scandalous Scotsman - M.J. Fields Page 0,37
been an accident.”
It was as if it was all coming back to him.
“Jesus Christ, why the fuck am I—”
I grab his hand as he begins to walk away. “It’s okay to talk about your feelings.”
“The fuck it is,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief at himself.
“Ethan,” I say gently, tugging his hand.
“I’ve said enough, imposed enough. I’ll head back down—”
“I’d like you to stay.”
“Twenty minutes ago, ye felt otherwise. This wasn’t some trick to get into yer bed, Elizabeth.”
“Ouch,” I say and reach down to adjust my cold pack.
He reaches down and inspects my leg. “Where does it hurt?”
“Um …” I say, causing him to turn and look at me.
“Where?”
“Well, to be honest, it was a trick to get you in my bed.”
He closes his eyes, and a small smile graces his face.
“You don’t need to tell me anymore. I’m certain I know what happened and now understand more than ever why Kai is your everything. Not only is she your daughter, but you’ve obviously had to fight for her.”
I take his hand. “Can we sleep? I’m actually starting to feel the onset of a champagne hangover that I’d rather sleep through.”
“Ye’re certain?”
I nod. “I hope you know, kids are kind of my passion, and not in a million years would I ever dream of making any waves for you or that little girl, who is going to need you to show her that there is magic in everything that’s truly important, as long as you allow yourself to believe in its power.”
“Harry Potter?” he asks.
“I personally highly recommend the series to anyone who will listen.”
“And this Outlander?”
Laughing, I tell him, “Not even close to the same thing.”
When he starts to remove items of clothing, tingles and the inopportune time for them to try to consume me, causes me to roll to my side, facing away from him.
When he slips between the sheets, wraps his arms around me, and pulls me toward him, I take a bit of perverse pleasure in knowing that I’m not alone in the sad attraction when I feel his magic wand firmly poking me in the butt cheek.
“Um …”
“Ignore that, Elizabeth.” He kisses the back of my head and pulls me closer. “I’ve no control over the way my body reacts to yer closeness.”
After at least fifteen minutes of attempting to ignore the harsh beating of my heart and listening to him try to control his own breaths, I decide that all of this evening’s chaos was caused by not listening to him or allowing myself even one sober moment to consider what he said last night.
I lean against him as I lift my leg and hook it over the top of his. Then I reach between us and grab his firm, velvet erection, pressing it against my core.
“Christ,” he groans with the elongated R rolling harshly as he grips my hip. “You sure about—”
His jaw snaps shut when I arch my back and slowly take him in inch by inch.
“Yes,” I cry softly as he impatiently thrusts fully into me.
Piranha
Lizzie
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
I cringe as I grip the sides of my head to stop the pounding inside of it.
“Who the fuck!”
I groan when he unwraps his big, old heat blanket of a body from mine and pulls out.
I look up at him, totally embarrassed at the uncontrollable sound that escaped my body, and he groans before saying, “Get yer ass back in that bed.”
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
“My combination to the safe is underneath the utensils in my kitchen. Front door code is 1244.” He grabs his pants and pulls them up as I get up to watch him walk out of the door.
“Why do I need those?” I call after him.
“Bail money. The plea is temporary sanity.”
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Oh, dear, I think as I grab my robe and tie it around my body while making my way to the door.
I hear the door fly open, and then a woman screaming. “I need my fucking keys, EJ!”
“You also need to lower your goddammed voice,” he snaps.
“Who is she?” she snaps.
“Here’s yer keys. Now stop making a scene.”
“These people know me! I lived in that house! I got you a great deal and—”
“I appreciate ye doing yer job as a realtor. Ye should appreciate the fact I didn’t let ye get behind the wheel of yer vehicle and drive while intoxicated.”
“That girl, that weird little girl, lived here. What was her name?”
“Kenzie,” he hisses. “Take yer keys and leave us be.”
“Lizzie