Pretty Bitches (18 page)

Note to self: never ever challenge Cailen’s ability to perform. Son of a bitch he’s a stallion.

I padded to the bathroom and took care of the necessary business. I combed out my hair and splashed some water over my face.

I could really use some freaking mascara.

I am flat out demanding we at least visit my suitcase today. I miss my stilettos and pricy underwear.

I eased out of the room and rounded the corner to the kitchen. The laughter got louder and I realized there were more than two voices.

I halted my progress and thought for a minute. I was in no shape to meet new people with this appearance. I felt utterly bad that poor Alick had to see me in such a state.

Just as I was getting ready to turn back for the bedroom I heard that familiar bass tone.

“Gemma! Good afternoon, love.”

His voice got closer and I saw his face as he turned the corner from the kitchen. What the hell? Does he have a signaling device on me I’m unaware of?

He stalked toward me with his hands already primed for groping and the smile on his face had my neurons charged.

He reached me and planted a hard kiss to my lips. “Did you sleep well, gorgeous?”

“What fucking sleep? I seem to remember I was dealing with your cock for countless hours last night.” I smirked.

“HAHAHA, yes he was quite busy, eh? Perhaps if your lady part wasn’t so fucking tempting he may spend more time put away.”

I just gave up and laughed. What was the point—he had me.

“Come with me, I have a few people I can’t wait for you to meet.”

My voice raised two octaves. “A few?”

He just laughed and began pulling me.

“Wait, Cailen! Look at me! I’m in no shape to meet guests. I need to run back to the hotel and at least put on something decent.”

He scoffed. “You are fucking gorgeous. Besides, I prefer you utterly indecent.” He purred as he roved over my body outfitted in his clothes.

My eyes rolled but he pointedly pulled me into the kitchen.

I wasn’t prepared for what awaited me.

What the fuck do they put in the water here in Scotland? Alick was seated at the head chair around the island and three enormously tall men flanked each side. I felt like I was in a photo-shoot for sexiest men around the world. This much beauty is too much for a sexually charged woman like myself to handle.

Fuck me.

Each of them seemed to have the same hungry eyes as they devoured me before Cailen made the introductions.

It was so quiet I do believe everyone actually heard me gulp.

Finally, Cailen cleared his throat gaining their attention. “Assholes, this is Emberly Landon, my fiancée. Emberly, these are the assholes of my life.”

I choked back a laugh and met each gaze. “Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet any of Cailen’s assholes.”

The entire room erupted in laughter. Cailen buried his head in my hair and licked my neck.

Fuck that’s distracting.

The tallest of the bunch stepped toward me and offered his hand. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Emberly. This dickhead left his manners in his mother’s womb, I’m guessing. I’m Rory.”

He was at least six foot four with light blond hair and pale blue eyes. He was clearly an athlete if the black eye and the toned physique were a clue. Damnit he was pretty.

I took his hand. “Pleasure.”

Next was a slightly shorter version but much more muscular.

“Ms. Landon, its an honor to meet the woman that can put that overly charged asshole in his place.” He smiled wide revealing a set of perfect teeth. He had a few freckles peppering his nose and his hair was unruly but he was most certainly do-able. “I’m Mac.” He finished, smiling.

I dipped my head and shook his hand.

That’s when one of the prettiest yet most intimidating men stepped into my eye-line. He was a fucking monster. I felt as though I was looking up a fifteen-foot ladder when he addressed me. The muscles that were bulging from every part of his body had me mesmerized. When he offered his hand I whimpered because it was the size of a plate. I took it as he said, “It is an honor to meet you, Emberly.” He smiled. “I’m Kincaid.” Even his voice shook the glass in the kitchen.

I was utterly overwhelmed and I knew Cailen sensed it when he pulled me close to his side and basically planted my ass on his lap. They all already had glasses of magic amber liquid in front of them. Cailen wrapped his arms around my waist as he joined the conversation and laughed loudly.

Alick passed me a glass and I eagerly took the contents and all but drained my glass. I didn’t know I had an audience until a whistle pierced my ear.

It was Kincaid. “You may want to slow down on that beautiful lady. It has a bite.”

Before I could respond both Cailen and Alick burst out in guffaws.

Cailen recovered quicker and offered, “The last person in this fucking room you need to worry about is, Emberly. She will drink you under the table and snub her cigar out on your back as she takes your wallet in poker.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue.

But before I could chastise him Alick barked, “It is inherently true. My future sister-in-law is quite a bit more fascinating than any dick in this room.”

It was official; I wanted to crawl under the floor.

Cailen grabbed my face and further reduced my self-confidence as he completely annihilated me in front of all these alpha males. I was reduced to a puddle of fucking goo.

When he finally released me I sucked in a breath; I realized that every person in the room had their gaze trained on my shocked face.

Kincaid offered a humor filled remark, “Cailen, let her prepare herself, mate. We are enough to deal with on a sober day much less a sexually fog-laden afternoon.” He gave me a reassuring glance.

I heard Cailen’s muffled laughter as he continued to basically give me a bath with his tongue.

I’m not sure what happened next because I was suddenly being whisked from the room.

Cailen picked me up and threw me onto the bed. My body bounced several times before he claimed me.

I choked out, “Cai, we can’t do this right now. What about all your friends?” My voice trailed off breathlessly as he ran hot kisses up my neck.

He never said a word he just slipped his hand between the elastic of his boxers situated on my waist and tilted his head back when he felt my warm, wet welcome.

There was no argument at that point, I shut my trap and let him discover. He pushed me against the bed and it took mere seconds for his clothes to fall to the ground and I was left with a hard, extremely eager Scottish wildcat.

I took a moment to appreciate his absurdly sculpted abdomen. My fingers trailed the muscles under his pale skin. I would need to tell him how much I appreciated his efforts at the gym because he was certainly beautiful to look at.

He smiled watching my eyes roll over his body. Then he hooked his arm around my waist and turned me over facing the floor. I felt him seeking my entrance and when he found it he rammed himself deep. I gasped. He pressed my legs together tightly as he moved deeply. I could feel his muscles contracting against my lower back and that released a moan from my lips.

He gripped my ass and his movements became quicker. His lips parted the hair at my ear and he growled, “Your body knows me and I fucking love how it is always wet and ready for me.”

He felt so good and when he talked to me like that I felt like exploding. He pulled me up and sat me on his lap with my back against his chest. His hands moved my hips up and down, side to side.

I matched his efforts and began grinding into his thighs. He slipped his hand down my waist and between my legs and began circling. I sucked in a breath because that almost sent me over the edge.

“Cailen.” I moaned in a whispered voice.

That drove him harder and he continued to circle my clit as he ground himself deeper.

My head fell back on his shoulders as I felt the climax coming.

He pulled his other hand to my nipple and tugged on my ring, which shot tremors quaking through my body as I came, barely able to contain my scream.

He groaned in my ear and continued to circle me, which sent raw shakes through my entire body. He lifted me so that he could pull out entirely and push back quickly. He did that two more times and I felt his arms tighten on my hips as he chanted my name through clenched teeth.

He rolled inside me for several minutes placing kisses on my shoulder blades.

He pulled me around to face him and cupped my face. “I love you, Gemma.”

It was those three simple words in that moment that tied the rest of my heart to his.

I smiled. “I’m all yours. Hope you’re ready, it’s going to be a bumpy, terrifying ride, bagpipe.”

He snorted. “I have a helmet and a seatbelt. Buckle up, love.” He kissed me and pulled me to my feet.

I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

He kissed my fingertips. “Come on, let’s go get you some clothes.”

That had me smiling from ear to ear. “Thank God!”

He chuckled as he pulled me from the room. He turned his head as we passed the kitchen and yelled, “Be back shortly dickheads.”

Within minutes we were sitting in the car whizzing down the coble street. He pointed out several buildings and told stories as we passed.

Finally, we pulled in front of the hotel and I all but ran to the elevator hoping no one caught the blur of my t-shirt and boxer clad image. We swiped the card for the door and I yanked it open.

Sighing, I crossed the room and headed directly to the shower and my toiletry bag. Cailen adjusted the water as I gathered my materials and slipped out of my clothes.

The water was bordering scalding but it felt soothing on my shoulders. Cailen rubbed soap across my back and poured shampoo into my hair lathering and massaging my scalp with his strong fingers.

Good grief this could be ranked up there with an orgasm.

I slipped a kiss to his cheek as I stepped out leaving him to stand under the stream. Once I was toweled off I soaked my legs in coconut oil and massaged it up my body. I combed out my hair and pulled the hairdryer from the wall and began the long dreaded task of the blow out. This one step normally took me about a half an hour.

Cailen was shaved and dressed by the time I finished with the last section of hair. I opened my makeup and dusted on a little foundation then shadowed my eyes in a burgundy hue to pull out the green irises.

Three coats of mascara and a pale pink gloss later I was ready to head to the closet.

I switched the light and thumbed my choices. I landed on skinny jeans with a cropped gold tailored blazer.

I tugged on the uber tight pants and buttoned the jacket over a low cut silk cami and finished with gold strap Gucci stilettos.

I took a final glance in the mirror and felt a sigh of contentment slip through my lips. It was one of my better creations if I did say so myself. This was more me, and I felt as though I could now hold my own with Cailen and his friends.

I was a force.