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  He turned toward me in disbelief. “Ye don’t have it? How do ye know what happens next?” He was really shocked and invested in the story. I found it sexy. Wolfe loved me reading to him, and he truly listened.

  “I haven’t been able to get it.” He just simply shook his head, grabbed my Kindle, and started typing. Moments later, he thrust the E-reader into my hands.

  “There, now ye have it.” He looked smug and sat down expectantly. I looked down at the screen and saw it right there. He had gotten the next two books for me.

  “Wolfe, you’ve got to stop buying me things. Even eBooks. It can add up quickly.” He pressed a finger to my lips, stopping me.

  “Money Ah have.” He looked me in the eye and took a breath. “It’s worth everything Ah have tae be here with ye and hear ye reading tae me. Ye don’t see it, but yer voice lights up with every word. Ah love it.”

  How was I ever going to leave him? I was afraid to admit I didn’t think I could. I prayed nothing ever happened and I’d have no choice because he was turning out to be as necessary to me as air was to breathe.

  He lay down next to me and waited for me to start reading. A lone tear escaped, and I opened up the next book.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The band that had just walked off the little stage had really killed the excited buzz fogging up the pub. I felt bad for them. It was a younger group of three boys. But they’d really enjoyed their set, and that was what that mattered in my opinion.

  Up next was Wolfe, and I was excited to hear him again. Would he musically fuck me or make me want to hug is sad soul? Either way, things had changed since the last time. And I could admit that I just wanted to hear his voice; I was hooked. As soon as Evan had announced that Wolfe would be up next, the whole pub had quieted as they waited eagerly like me for him to sing.

  He walked up on stage with just his guitar and got the mic all set up in front of his stool. “This is something new, and for those of ye who’ve known a kiss like this.” He spoke into the mic and thankfully, everyone was watching him, not needing drinks because I was focused on him. This song was about a kiss?

  “It’s called Chains, Chains.” He spoke clearly into the mic and started strumming notes. My curiosity was piqued as I recognized the notes from the day on the beach. He was playing the song he’d been writing in mystery notepad!

  His rough voice hummed against the mic, and I felt my body sync with him. I waited for his eyes to open and he didn’t disappoint me. As soon as he started singing, his eyes flew to mine and held me. Singing to me.

  Chains, chains on my body

  On my neck, ankles, and wrist

  Most days I am broken down

  Can’t clench my hand or make a fist

  You stand on the mountaintop

  And I’m down in a mud pit

  You are pharaoh of my soul

  And I will build your pyramid

  I’ll work my way up to you

  Nobody can ever stop this

  Chains, chains can’t keep us apart

  You start a fire every time we kiss

  I could barely breathe, hearing his words. Was this song for me? It had to be. His voice wrapped around my soul, making me his with every word that fell from his lips.

  I don’t know what I’ve been told

  I ain’t no soldier, never won no gold

  Most days, well, my body’s cold

  But you start a fire every time we kiss

  You stand on the mountaintop

  And I’m down in a mud pit

  You are pharaoh of my soul

  And I will build your pyramid

  I’ll work my way up to you

  Nobody can ever stop this

  Chains, chains can’t keep us apart

  You start a fire every time we kiss

  (Chains chains, they hold me back)

  But only in the dark of night

  (Chains, chains don’t cut no slack)

  I’m getting ready for the fight

  (Chains, chains leave my soul black)

  I’m trying hard to see your light

  (Chains, chains hold my attack)

  Cause I’ll consume you in one bite

  You stand on the mountaintop

  And I’m down in a mud pit

  You are pharaoh of my soul

  And I will build your pyramid

  I’ll work my way up to you

  Nobody can ever stop this

  Chains, chains can’t keep us apart

  You start a fire every time we kiss

  And just like that, I knew I was deeply in love with Wolfe.

  Chapter Twenty

  I watched as people clapped and cheered when Wolfe finished singing. But I stood there frozen at the realization I had fallen in love with him. He’d snuck into my heart and given me no choice. My eyes never left him as I watched him shake hands with people and turn women down as they attempted to snag him.

  I watched as he cut through the crowd as politely as he could and headed straight for me. His face was all smiles when he did something unexpected. He jumped over the bar and crushed his lips to mine. He lifted me up in his arms and held me tight. We kissed with goofy grins on our faces. I barely heard the cheers at our display, but I didn’t care. Right now, Wolfe and I were in our own little bubble.

  He pulled back slowly and set me down, still not letting me out of his embrace.

  “Did you enjoy the song?” His voice was all husky and low and my body got all tingly from it.

  “It was ok,” I shrugged, acting as if it hadn’t affected me the way it had. His smile told me he wasn’t buying it. Good. He kissed me hard and fast before letting go and walking around to the little swing door, leaving from behind the bar.

  Emma came running toward me as soon as he disappeared into the crowd and the next band was up.

  “Ah can’t believe Ah didn’t see it before! Ah am so jealous girly! Good for ye two.” She bumped shoulders with me teasing. I knew she was probably jealous for real, but she was a nice person. She was happy for me. I gave her a smile and got back to work.

  After Wolfe’s performance, the night went by quickly. As soon as I grabbed my sweater and headed out for the night, my very own sexy Scot met me at the door. He wrapped his arm around me and we walked together toward our temporary home.

  “How was yer day at work, dear?” My hand wrapped around his hard waist.

  “Fabulous, my love. I scrubbed the bathrooms, and had beer spilled on me. But other than that, I had this crazy man jump over the bar and kiss me.” I feigned excitement.

  “A crazy lad, aye? Did ye take him in the bathroom for a quick shag?” he teased and I pinched him on his side. He removed his arm and laughed hard.

  “Nope, it was probably for the best. I felt his thing against me.” I used my thumb and index finger to illustrate a couple of inches. I knew I was playing a dangerous game.

  We opened the door and quietly walked up the stairs. It was dark and no one was awake this late. As soon as I opened my door, he pushed up against the wall beside it. Wolfe nicely kicked it shut. My sex throbbed at seeing the pure need in his face. He closed the distance and pressed his hard cock against me.

  “Does that feel like a small dick?” he whispered against my neck. Oh, dear lord. I groaned at the feel of him against me. I knew my panties were instantly drenched. He moved slowly against me. His hands drifted along my sides, and I made a daring move by grabbing them and placing them on my breasts. He let me make the decisions about how far we went, and right now, I wanted to take things a bit further.

  My hands reached out and touched his back, slipping them under his shirt to run my hands up the thick-corded muscles. He exhaled a long breath, and I looked at his beautiful face. He said nothing but leaned in to kiss me. This kiss was all about consuming one another. My tongue hunted for his, and he came back at me with just as much force. I gripped the hem of his shirt and together we tore it off. Both of us were working to tear off mine as well.
/>   I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. His lips latched onto whatever part of my skin he could touch while walking. I stopped just in front of it and unbuttoned my pants then slowly shimmied them down. All while pulling off my socks and shoes. I turned and faced Wolfe in just my bra and panties. He gaze was leaving a wake of fire on my skin.

  “No sex.” I told him. His eyes flew up to mine, and he nodded.

  “Aye.”

  “But I do want to touch you, and I want to be touched.” I confessed. I was ready for this.

  “As ye wish.” He kicked off his boots and started to undo his belt. I reached over and stopped him. I was feeling brave. With nervous fingers, I released his belt and took care of the button on the jeans. With a deep breath, I gripped them and pulled them down. He stepped out and lunged at me, both of us falling onto the bed, clawing at each other, desperately trying to feel everything we could. His body hovered over mine, and I wrapped my arm around him, nudging him to move forward. I wanted this man pressed against me.

  He finally lowered and we connected. We both gasped at the touch. So close. Only his boxers and my panties separated us.

  “Ah like that ye wear such sexy lingerie under yer clothes,” he groaned into my mouth. My mind started to think about why I did, but I quickly chased away the thought. My hand moved on its own and headed straight for his cock. He couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped at my touch. It was so strong, hard, and big. I wanted to examine him, play with him, and pleasure him.

  “On your back,” I told him, letting go. He did, but pulled me with him. I was half on top of him, converting everything into hard memory. He was magnificent, all hard edges and ripples of muscle. I ran my hands over him, trying to get a feel for every inch of his body. Finally, my eyes settled on his manhood.

  “Have ye ever touched a man, Nera?” Lust filled his voice, and I shook my head.

  “Not like this.” He growled before he gripped me and pulled me toward his lips, kissing me savagely. His hand found mine and together we moved down his abs and slowly over his cock. His abs flexed beneath me as his hips lifted at our touch. His hand over mine while I touched him was wildly erotic. The thought of driving him crazy as he did me consumed my thoughts. I pulled our hands back and started to reach underneath the material, but he was busting through the placket in front, and I pulled back to look.

  A bead of cum slipped from the tip, and I found myself wanting to taste him. I knew a little from the books I’d read, but faced with the real thing was different. No words could describe the utter need I had to touch him.

  My fingers gripped the waistband and together we slipped them off him. He was completely bare before me, and I’d never forget the sight. My hands sought him like a heat seeking missile. I needed him.

  “Show me what you like,” I groaned. His eyes weren’t the half lidded I’d thought I’d see. No, they were open and staring me down, watching everything intently. That gaze sent a shiver through my body. Biting my lip with nervousness, I waited for him to do as I asked.

  His hand wrapped around mine again and together we gripped him. He was so soft, yet so hard. We moved up and down in a slow rhythm. His hips would flex with every pump. I looked up at him and saw he was watching our joined hands. Harsh breaths started as he watched us continue to move. Lowering my eyes to our union, I found myself needing more. My body ached for more. In a matter of seconds, I leaned over, and my mouth wrapped around him.

  “Fuck, Nera.” His hands gripped me, my hair, my back. I had never done this before, but I figured it was obvious. No biting his dick off and you should be good. I used my tongue and lips as I sucked him. His hips were wild as they thrust up into my mouth. He was too big to fit completely, but I used my hand for what I couldn’t take in. He tasted all Wolfe, outdoors, with a hint of sea salt. He was intoxicating.

  “Nera, fuck. Ye might want tae move back, I’m gonna come.” I heard his warning, but I was too curious. I wanted to know how he fully tasted. Would he like it if I stayed? I kept going, fueled by his soft groans and his thrusting hips. Wildly turned on, I gave him all I could. With a combined growl and groan, his hips surged forward and his release shot into my throat. I tasted him and swallowed what I could.

  Once the final drop of cum was gone, I pulled back and looked at him. I expected to find him relaxed and happy. But he wasn’t. The animal in him was barely restrained. He held holding himself back from reaching for me with everything he had. My pussy ached at images of just how wild he could be.

  Just then, he sat up and kissed me with a fierce growl before he pulled back.

  “My turn.”

  Chapter Twenty One

  I was on my back, his hot mouth on my neck. I was getting a taste of the animal in him, and I felt that tension building below. I knew I’d be shattered when it finally happened. His fingers found the clasp around my back and undid it with ease. I lifted up and he tore the bra from me. Before my back hit the bed again, he had my breast in his mouth.

  I moaned at the feeling. It shot straight to my sex. His teeth gripped my nipple and gave it a little tug. It made my hips search for his while arching my back, thrusting my breast into his mouth. He kissed it to make up for the love bite and moved to the other. I was too lost in the sensations he’d created to realize he had made his way down to the top of my lace panties. His breath on me made me squirm.

  “Nera? Ye with me?” Our eyes found each other at his question. I nodded. I was so with him.

  “Yes,” I mumbled.

  “Can’t hear ye, Nera. Ah want tae hear that sexy voice of yers,” he said dominantly.

  “Yes! Wolfe, touch me!” I groaned, needing him to touch me like I needed air. His fingers gripped my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. His beard caressed my legs, tickling me slightly, only to be replaced his tongue and lips. I felt his breath on me and sucked a breath in deeply. I suddenly became self-conscious. I lifted up to see him, worried what he saw down there. Were all of my secrets on display for him to see?

  “Fucking beautiful.” He blew a light breath and I shivered at the warmth. The breath I’d been holding rushed out of me at his touch. Slowly, he ran his fingers through my wetness. He was touching me, and it felt amazing. With just one finger, he entered me.

  “Christ, yer tight. How long as it been baby?”

  Without hesitation, I answered him. “Seven years.” His finger stilled. I was about to ask him if everything was ok when he put his lips to my clit.

  “Holy hell!” I cried out. With his finger moving in and out of me, and his mouth on my bundle of nerves, I was on a fast moving crash into my release. His finger left me and gripped my hips. Pulling me into him, not letting me go. The animal in him came out to play, and I willingly let him feast on me.

  My release came at me like a head on collision. I was powerless to fight it, and I didn’t want to. I jumped straight off that cliff and fell hard. Crying out his name, I gripped whatever I could to keep me tethered to earth. His hands loosened on my legs, and I felt him nestled against my entrance.

  We were so close to going all the way, and I wasn’t sure in my sated state that I would say no. Nevertheless, somewhere in my nagging mind, it screamed don’t. Thankfully, I didn’t have to voice my thoughts. Wolfe pressed a sweet kiss against me then rolled to the side of the bed, reaching to grab his boxers.

  He stood up and grabbed his sweater by the door. He walked back over and gave me a command. “Lift yer arms.” I gave him a look, but did as he asked. He slipped his sweater over my head, and I was surround in his scent. He crawled back over to lay down next to me. I grabbed my panties and put them back on before curling up next to him.

  “Yer amazing, Nera.” He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my head. I was half tempted to tell him I loved him, but I held back. What we’d done was beautiful, but there was still so much that lay ahead of us. I’d been breaking all of my rules on emotions, and I’d chosen those rules for a reason. But Wolfe did what Wolfe does. He barrels in a
nd you have no desire but to go along.

  His thumb rubbing my back was soothing and started to lull me to sleep.

  “Sleep,” he whispered against me. I was relaxed and ready to comply with his request. But not before he kissed my hair sweetly and whispered, “My Nera, my light.”

  I woke up in Wolfe’s strong arms every morning after for the next two weeks. They passed effortlessly. On my days off, we would spend it relaxing around reading, or he would play his guitar and write songs. Sometimes, we would hike together. It was amazing being outdoors with him in this beautiful place. I was falling in love with Scotland as much as I had with Wolfe.

  The only problem hanging over us was my secrets. He never pushed me for them, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Occasionally, nightmares would wake me up in a panic, but Wolfe was there to calm me. He would hold me in his arms and soothe me until I fell back asleep. I still hadn’t admitted that I was in love with him; I’d thought about it a few times, but I’d choked.

  “Excited about the trip?” Nelson asked me while we sat at the breakfast table. I looked at him, and he was wearing the same goofy grin that I was. Today, we were leaving for Portree to see the big Highland games. Nelson was heading out a little later in his own car, but Wolfe and I were leaving right after we finished eating.

  He said he was gonna take care of everything, and not to worry about a place to stay or anything; he was treating me. I vaguely wondered if we would be staying at his house or a hotel. I told him the only way I would go along with that was for him to let me pay for gas. He scoffed, I kissed him, and he agreed.

  “Yep! Can’t wait to see everything,” I exclaimed. I was truly excited about this trip. Wolfe said he had a surprise for us once we got there.

  “Hopefully, I’ll see you guys once we are there. I’ve heard it’s a pretty big crowd,” he commented while sipping some coffee. I looked over the table and loaded up with another couple of Aggie’s biscuits.