Obsessed (Wild Mountain Scots, #1)

Naked aside from my bra, I straddled Lochinvar’s thick thighs and got into position. Despite my university hookups, I’d barely tried anything other than lying under a guy.

This experience had already blown my mind.

I wanted Lochinvar badly. Needed him inside me.

I reached between us and held his dick in place then sank down onto him.

He made a guttural sound of pleasure.

I stiffened and held still, braced on his chest.

His groans earlier had lit me up, and I’d enjoyed his body tensing when I touched him, but now…

The alien stretch of his huge cock alarmed me. It didn’t hurt, but it was…odd. No explosion of lust eased the feeling. No sexy transformation changed what I already knew.

I didn’t like it.

Before, when I’d tried this, I hadn’t felt able to stop my lovers just because I didn’t exactly enjoy what we were doing. I’d let them continue until they were finished. Then I’d slunk away, hating myself.

Lochinvar would expect me to be moaning porn star-style. Yet here I was, being weird.

A clammy chill rippled over me.

All the good feelings I’d gained fled.

“Cait?” he asked. He repeated himself when I didn’t answer.

Tears welled in my eyes.

Then Lochinvar did something curious. During all my actions, he’d only touched me once, to guide my hand to his dick. He’d linked his fingers behind his head straight after.

Now, he released them and reached for me, bringing me down to lie on him. I obliged, huddling into him, my knees around his hips and my cheek to his chest.

He hugged me, his muscular arms banding around me.

We were still joined, but he made no complaint.

“Everything’s okay,” he half whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I replied, my voice cracking.

“For what? We’re only lying here.”

His fingers drifted over my spine in soothing repetition. After a minute, my pulse slowed and I exhaled. I trusted this man. Everything he did was in service to someone else. His daughter. My family. Lost or injured people in the mountains.

Me.

“I’m freaking out,” I said.

He didn’t reply. Just waited.

Moments passed. We remained in the pose.

Slowly, by degrees, my panic ebbed away.

Lochinvar adjusted me on his chest. The action shifted me on his hard-as-steel dick.

Both of us stilled.

This time, it felt different. His tiny move hit something inside me. A pleasure point. I lifted on my palms and wriggled, trying to find it. Renewed, I rose on my haunches and slid him out then in a few inches.

Yes! There it was again.

Lochinvar pressed his lips together, his nostrils flared.

Hmm. Guess he liked that, too.

I rode him a few more times, chasing the sensation. The solid weight of him changed from feeling weird to essential. None of my previous lovers had been as big as him. None had touched the places he was.

A deep ache formed, but the edge of frustration still affected me. Bringing myself to orgasm like this seemed a million miles from here.

“Need some help?” Lochinvar asked, his low voice rumbling.

“How? I mean yes.”

Slowly, he sat up until we were face to face, me bright-eyed and too aware, him unseeing beneath the silk scarf blindfold. Then he touched me, my shoulders first, then down my sides. He explored my body with his caress until he came to my bra fastener.

“Can I take this off ye?”

“Do it.”

My bra fell away, and he eased back on one arm, palming my breast with his free hand. He ducked to kiss the swell of the other before sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” I uttered at the whoosh of lust.

Lochinvar curved his arm around me, taking my weight. He kept on with his attention to my hard nipple but under me, jacked his hips. That same place inside me bloomed with pleasure, doubled now.

I yelped and he did it again. Lochinvar commenced a steady motion, teasing my nipple while fucking me. Hitting the spot over and over. After a moment, the warmth returned to my veins. I gave up a sound of need, surprising myself.

“Grab on to me,” Lochinvar asked.

I wrapped my arms around him, and he left my breasts, his head against mine. Then he pressed his lips to my cheek.

Holding me up, he thrust into me. “Ye dinna have to come. I willnae either. Just feel. Dinna fret.”

He wouldn’t? I didn’t have to? But I wanted it, been cut up because I couldn’t. Then again, I’d had little to no sexual interest before.

My thoughts dissolved as Lochinvar picked up the pace. He clamped me to him, fucking me with increasing power. I hid my face in his neck and held on, allowing the moment to dominate my mind.

Every other thought fled.

Each crash of our bodies put pressure on my clit. Without thinking, I wedged my hand between us and strummed myself. Lochinvar choked on a sound of need.

Like before, his suppressed noise ignited a flurry of fireworks.

He loved this. It was working for him. I’d gotten that masculine groan from him.

Something surrendered in my mind.

Oh God.

Breathless, I chased the feeling, rubbing my clit while he fucked me. Our rhythms joined in perfect unison.

Then, from nowhere, I smashed through a wall of pleasure.

Some kind of strangled cry burst from me, and I pulsed around his dick, coming. There was no space for thought. None. Only a trembling rush of deep satisfaction. Brilliant sparks danced in my vision.

I clutched Lochinvar, shock battling with the need to laugh in delight.

He moved faster. Slack-jawed, I came back to earth.

I’d done it! I’d come.

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So much heat had been generated I was surprised the windows hadn’t steamed up.

Then Lochinvar growled and changed his stroke. Still so hard, he pushed his forehead to my shoulder. His breathing accelerated. His firm muscles trembled.

Oh God, I needed him to get there, too.

I held on, silently urging him. My heart rate skittered along, too fast yet perfect.

Lochinvar gripped my backside. “I said I wouldnae come…”

“Forget that. I need ye to.”

He withdrew and slammed into me hard.

We both groaned.

A knock rattled the front door.

“Caitriona?” a voice called.

Lochinvar halted, sweat pouring off him. “Someone just called ye.”

“Oh my God. That’s Ma.”

He loosened his hold, his mouth open, his body poised to ram into mine.

“I’m so sorry,” I babbled. “I invited her for lunch. She’s early.”

He clenched his jaw, eyes still closed. Then he released me to the quilt. “Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. His dick bobbed, still so hard. “Give me a second.”

I leapt off the bed and snatched my dressing gown from the wardrobe, wrapping it around myself in a hurry.

“Ma has a key,” I explained. “If I don’t answer, she’ll assume I’ve gone for a walk and let herself in.”

Peeking back, I witnessed Lochinvar tear off the condom and finally remove the blindfold from his eyes. Light blazed in them. He lumbered up on legs as unsteady as mine, then pulled on his boxers, jeans, and socks. Finally, he buckled on his toolbelt, presenting a vision I’d see in my dreams tonight.

“I can’t find your t-shirt,” I squeaked.

“Didnae have one.”

Oh shite, he didn’t.

A grin tweaked his lips. Despite the fact we’d been interrupted at a crucial moment, somehow, he was finding this funny.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I griped.

His amusement increased the more I flapped. “Regretting me already? That’s a blow to my pride.”

“No!” I clamped my hand over my mouth, laughter bubbling up. “Go out the patio doors.”

“Aye, if ye like.”

Argh. I didn’t like. I wanted to continue.

Ma knocked again, and I closed my eyes for a second. “Coming,” I called out the bedroom door.

“Okay,” she yelled back.

“Yeah, ye were,” Lochinvar quipped.

I ran my fingers through my hair. Then I took a deep breath. “I feel like a teenager.”

“Don’t. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

True, except in sexuality terms I was so far behind I couldn’t help but be awkward. I took another calming breath and let my smile out again.

“I’m sorry ye didn’t get to…finish.” I waved a hand.

“So am I. But that wasnae the point, no?” He leaned to peek out of the window at Ma and his forehead wrinkled. “That’s your ma? Scarlet McRae, aye? I met her on a training day. She’s a volunteer.”

“Yep.”

“The red hair… Are Max and Maddock your brothers?”

“They are.” I unlocked the patio door.

Lochinvar stayed still. “How did that colouring skip ye?”

Ma had freckles and flame-red hair, my brothers’ a darker auburn. However, she and I had no features in common. I was blonde, two inches taller, my face rounder and more symmetrical, my eyes wider, and green to her blue. No one would ever pick us out as kin.

From anyone else, Lochinvar’s question would bother me, but right now, it didn’t. “Technically, they’re my half-brothers. Ma isn’t my biological mother. That was someone else. But Scarlet raised me. Genetics don’t automatically make a family, right?”

A flash crossed his gaze.

Of recognition, fear, and deep discomfort.

Before I could ask or say a word, Lochinvar spun away and exited my room, stalking over the patio to his place.

Leaving me wondering what the heck I just said.

I skipped to answer the door to Ma, then made out I was just hopping into the shower, leaving her to make our lunch in the kitchen.

I stripped and washed up in record time, all manner of interesting aches in my body. I’d barely had a chance to process what happened, but fresh pride stole over me while I dressed. I’d had full sex, with a minor blip where my brain checked out, but Lochinvar had helped me through it.

Without getting his.

Again.

I should buy him flowers or something.

Chuckling to myself, I thought back to what Aunt Georgia had said. How my birth mother had screwed me up. In your face, Georgia.

I just hadn’t started yet.