14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Moira

J ust like his house in the states, Declan’s home here in Scotland is very memorable. To be fair, I’ve only ever been inside the guest house, but what I’ve seen so far is pretty impressive. Declan’s estate is high on a hill, with lush greenery surrounding it, and an iron gate at the perimeter. He flashes his phone over the security panel, and then plants his thumb on the screen, which then allows him entry. The driver, to my knowledge, doubles as a bodyguard, remaining outside in the car as we enter the house, through the double front doors. “It seems almost unrealistic to have such a large house just for me, but da always insists that we have real estate investments. The first home I purchased was when I was eighteen.”

“Oh, no, I get it.” I say with a raised hand. “Someday, I’ll buy something bigger, too. I just...with my practice, a bigger home would be too much for me right now. I like that my place is so small and cozy. I can clean it in an hour from top to bottom.”

“Aye. I have someone come in and do all that, plus a landscaper, and sometimes we have functions here, too. We sort of rotate throughout the family for both business and personal gatherings.”

The mosaic tile on the floor is so eye-catching. “I had a local artist do this, and the mural on the wall in the grand room.” He explains. “In fact, I’ve got a lot of local artists’ work in here. I like to support that sort of thing. I guess I see myself in some of them, you know? Except a lot would say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I suppose that’s true.”

“Well, I’m not much better, with the inheritance that my granddad left me, I could probably buy a house or two just like this.”

The mosaic floor underfoot leads to a spiral staircase in the middle of the foyer. “What’s up there?” I ask, pointing.

“Oh, that’s the master suite up there, and my office. And the third floor is another grand room. I never could decide what to do with all that space. I’ve already got five bedrooms on the main floor.”

“What about a games room?”

He lifts a brow. “That would invite my family to stay for longer.”

I chuckle. “I thought you liked your family.”

He pulls me to him. “I spend eighty to ninety hours a week with my family. More than that is insanity.” He kisses me on the mouth, sending shivers down my spine. “But I’d like to spend much more time with you. That... that , I would never get tired of.”

I can’t help the smile. “Same here.” His lips are so soft. I stare at them, wanting more.

“Would you like to see the upstairs? Or would you like an official tour of everything downstairs first?” He asks, his voice husky with need.

Playing coy, wanting to tease him, feeling the need to make him nuts, I say. “Why don’t you give me the official tour?”

His smile says that he’s reading my mind, but playing along. “I’d love to, lass.” He says, taking my hand, guiding me to the kitchen. “I know how much you love countertops. You can see that this one is butcher’s block.” He looks me up and down, with an expression that nearly makes me salivate.

I smirk. “It looks...pleasing.” Then I go for dirty. “Did you take anyone on it before?”

Surprising me, his face turns pink. “No, not this one. Anything that bitch ever touched I had removed, including the bed.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

He wiggles his brows, staring at me warmly. “Perhaps you can help me christen some of it.”

“Perhaps.” I say, my voice silky. The tiled floor is warm on my feet as he takes my hand again and leads me around the island in the kitchen, gesturing to the etched glass cabinetry, the undermounted lighting, and the small chandelier overhead. The place is timeless, classic, yet warm and inviting. He takes me down the hall, where the walls are lined with various paintings by what I’m guessing are local artisans. There are watercolors, and a black and white photograph of a building that I’m guessing was taken from an airplane.

“The first Harris Investments building.” He says by way of explanation. “We all have a copy of that photo. Da insisted we have it for good luck and to remember that that’s where we all came from.”

“It’s beautiful.”

We continue walking down the hall, to the spare rooms, each with their own personality, but all with a bed, matching window coverings, and a unique color all their own. He shows me the two guest bathrooms and then the basement, which is equipped with a full gym, entertainment center, laundry facilities, and all the trappings of a full basement, including a small games room. He eyes the leather couch, and then eyes me suggestively, but I like playing this game, so I’m having none of it. But I do undo the top button of my blouse, and then the next one, and the next, and then I fan myself, playing out like I'm hot...and I am...

After I slide a hand down my breast once I’m done loosening my blouse, I watch his cock twitch from behind his zipper. “Are you ready to see the upstairs now?” He asks, his voice sultry, making me moist between the legs.

“Why don’t you show me what you do in your gym?” I tease.

He lifts a brow. “You want me to work out?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Aye. Ask and you shall receive, lass.” He says, undoing the buttons on his shirt, removing it, and then undoing his dress pants and removing those, so he’s standing in his briefs, at half mast. His cock pokes out from his pants as he lays down on his back, and begins to bench press, right in front of me. Muscles glistening and rippled, grunting as he exerts himself, I watch him be the sexiest man alive. His biceps bulge as he lifts weights while lying on his back, and then I can’t take it any longer. My fingers finish unbuttoning my blouse, as he watches me, half focused on bench pressing, half focused on my little strip tease. When my blouse hits the floor, I start removing my skirt, unzipping the zipper and releasing it from my body. All the while he plays along, showing off his muscles, making me hot as fuck.

I take my bra off and rub my breasts, as my nipples bead to my touch, and I watch his cock grow inside his briefs. He lifts the weights back onto the stand and lies there, waiting. With just my lacy panties on, I step inside his legs, kneel down, and pull his briefs open, revealing his hardened, sexy as hell, cock, and I stuff it in my mouth. He immediately groans and then hisses, as I pump his shaft with my free hand, while sucking the tip and then slipping him all the way down to my throat.

“God...Moira. What you do to me, lass.” He breathes, as I feel his shaft pulse.

His cock feels so good in my mouth. There is nothing sexier than pleasing him. I’ve never had such a need to please a man until I met this one. His pleasure is my undoing. As his cock gets harder and harder, and his pelvis starts to move in time with me, it’s like a drug. Like adrenaline and hormones running through my body. I want so badly to taste his seed. Never wanted to do that before, either. I used to taste precum and gag, and now...hell…now, I’d love nothing more than to make him come in my mouth. It’s a high.

I pump his shaft, feeling my saliva and his precum wetting it, as his breathing gets choppier and choppier, and his grunts and groans get stronger, and that’s when I reach up to his nipple with my free hand, and gently squeeze it. “Fuuuuck! Moira, you’re going to make me come, lass!” He laugh/hisses.

I pump harder, his cock tasting saltier and saltier. “Ah! Fuuuuck!” He finally says, this time not stopping me, and that’s when I feel it in my mouth. Wet, salty, semisweet come, as it flows into my mouth in bursts. I swallow quickly, like I’ve done it a million times before, yet I haven’t. And as Declan writhes and moans in utter ecstasy, I get a certain satisfaction, unlike any other. I did that. I have some innate power over him that I’ve never had before. It’s heady. It’s very special. I love it. And I love him, too. I guess that’s part of the reason why I enjoy pleasuring him so much.

I wait until he’s a smoldering mess, all out of breath, and spent, and that’s when I finally stop. His hands are in my hair, massaging my scalp, skating over it, making me feel like he’s saying thank you in his own way. He lifts his head off the exercise bench, as I watch his ab muscles contract, and I have to bite my lip. His cock still stands at full mast as he sits on his bottom, staring at me like I’m a goddamn unicorn, and his sultry smile is telling. “Come with me, lass.” He says, rising, lifting me in just my panties, carrying me up the basement steps, naked.

After what I just did to him, I’m surprised at the strength, and I feel lighter than air. He walks up another flight of stairs, arriving at the master bedroom, where he sets me on the bed softly, grasping one side of my panties between his teeth, and working them down my thighs, then on to the other side to do the same, grazing his soft, bristly skin against mine in his wake, until my panties drop on the floor. That’s when he trails kisses all up my legs, thighs, and parts my legs all the way open, so that my knees rest comfortably on the bed, while he french kisses me...there. His touch is soft and gentle at first, and then he envelops my folds with his mouth, and sucks the clit so deliciously, I cry out loud.

“God, Declan!” I growl softly, arching my back, simultaneously begging him to stop and begging him not to stop, it’s so good.

He sucks and licks at the precise moments to bring me enormous waves of pleasure, making me climb so fast I swear my insides will burst. My legs lock as I feel myself going to the other side, when he slips two fingers inside, rubbing my upper wall, pulling me over the edge. I can’t help the eardrum crushing scream that comes out of me. It’s like I’m not in control of my own body, but he is. It’s the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. My chest heaves, my body convulses, but my legs lock as I climax so powerfully, I think I’ll die.

His pace slows and he removes his fingers as he brings me softly down. My back rests on the mattress as he kisses me tenderly...there. His gentle sucks give me little bursts of pleasure, as I fall into a zone of pure relaxation and comfort. Declan pulls his naked body up next to mine, dragging the covers with him. “Sleep, lass.” He whispers, spooning me from behind, kissing my temple. And that’s when I fall into a deep, undisturbed slumber. When I wake up, Declan lies asleep next to me, on his back, with the sheet covering him just from the waist down. His cock, once again, stands at half mast, and I feel my pulse at my thighs.

As I slide my leg over his lap, straddling him, he stirs, waking with a grin on his face, watching me climb on top. His hands go straight to my ass, as I impale myself with him, already wet just by looking at him. As his cock enters me, I rear back, riding him, as his hands skate up to my breasts. “God, you’re the most beautiful woman ever, Moira.” He breathes. I look at him with a gentle smile. He smiles back. “I love you.”

My smile grows warmer as he leans up and kisses me on the mouth, staring into my eyes as he moves with me. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved before, lass.”

I swallow, realizing that we are, in fact, making love now. “I love you, too, Declan. I’ve never said that before to anyone.”

He kisses me on the mouth again, sliding his tongue inside tenderly, pushing his pelvis into me, letting me feel him fully, after sharing such intimate words to mate with the intimate contact. It’s beautiful. A beautiful moment. The most beautiful moment I’ve ever experienced in my life. His kisses grow deeper as his cock gets fuller, stretching me, hitting all the most delicious places inside me. His phone rings from downstairs, in the dead of silence, but smartly, he ignores it.

Hands all over his hair, I kiss him voraciously, starved for my release, as we move together, face to face, sitting upright on the bed. “God, I love fucking you like this, Moira.” He pants between kisses.

His words ignite me. His dirty talk sets me on fire easily. It’s not just the words but the tone. His voice is so sexy I could die. I never knew someone’s voice could drive me crazy, but his does. “I love it when you say ‘fuck’ when we’re ‘fucking’.” I pant back, as his pelvis moves slower, hitting my clit just perfectly.

“You are so perfect, Moira.” He pants, grinding into me, bringing me get closer and closer to the edge.

“God...Declan...what you do to me.” I exhale, feeling my body surrender, falling down the rabbit hole of ecstasy. “Come with me, Declan.”

His cock answers by throbbing, going deeper inside me, as my orgasm catches, and I start to spin out of control, grasping his hair, riding the waves of passion, as his seed spurts deep inside me, pulsing warm fluid, making me feel my climax more. His kisses grow hungrier as he comes with me. Tiny, gentle nips on my lips give me hot shivers down my spine, and then, his kisses turn tender, as we both come down, breathless and satiated.

“That is...one hell of a way to wake up.” He chuckles softly against my lips.

“Well, when you wake up looking like that, who can resist you.”

“I’ll have you know I was sleeping.” He says playfully, but matter-of-factly.

“Aye, but your cock was awake, looking for me from under the sheets.”

He wiggles his brows. “That’s because he knows that a beautiful, naked woman is lying right next to him.”

As I stare into his beautiful eyes, I wonder if he’s ever going to utter those words to me again, or if he’s just the type to say it once and never repeat it. Or worse, that he only says those three words in bed. So, I test him. “I love you.” I say, combing my fingers through his hair.

“I love you, too.” He says without hesitation.

I lift off him, thinking that he said it while he was still inside me, so not exactly a fair test. “Let’s see if you can say that outside of the bedroom.” I smirk playfully, picking my panties up off the floor.

He rises, heading for the door. “I’ll shout it from the rooftops, if that’s what makes you happy, lass.”

His smile is contagious, as he looks back at me, walking down the hallway.

“ You make me happy.” I inform.

He winks, so sexy. “Aye, you too. Let me go get my phone. It’s probably Rory wondering where the hell we are.”

I chuckle. “Okay.”

He returns, still completely naked, carrying our clothes and talking on the phone. “Aye, yes. The bag is in the car. Have him bring it in and give us twenty minutes. Aye.” He says and hangs up.

“Search party?” I ask.

“Nah, just Rory wants to get us out of here. Da wants a full report.”

“You didn’t tell him we were going?”

He gives me a look. “Even if I didn’t, which I did, he’d find out. He wants to make sure he’s on top of everything.”

“I’m really beginning to like your da. When do I get to meet him?”

“Whenever you want to, lass. Usually people fear him, so I didn’t ask.”

I frown. “My da is a jailbird. There are very few people I fear.”

“Good point.” He states, setting my clothes on the bed. “Sit tight. I’m going to go downstairs and grab our bags from the car so we can clean up.”

He pulls his dress pants back on, without a shirt or briefs, making me salivate, especially as I watch his abs ripple while he bends to lift his pants. “You can head in the shower first if you like.”

“Okay.” I nod, but part of me wants to stand there and watch him walk away. His ass is like two scoops of butter pecan ice cream.

He points to the door in the bedroom that’s opened. “Ensuite is right there, lass.”

I smile my thanks, as I pull myself away from his gaze, knowing that I’m holding him up, and head for the shower. After I tie my hair up and tuck it inside, to avoid getting it wet, I start to lather up. A few moments later, I hear Declan come into the bathroom. “I’m setting your things on the toilet. I’ve got a few calls to return while you’re in here.”

I want to say that I’d like him to join me, but I refrain. Steph once told me that women can fuck again and again at anytime, but men sometimes need time before having it again. Plus, I don’t want him to think that I’m some wanton whore, and that’s all I want him for. He’s got things to do, and we need to get back on to American soil in short order. It’s bad enough that his da loaned me his aircraft and his pilot and co-pilot, so the last thing I should do is hold everyone up, because I’m a horny, unsatiated woman. “Okay. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Take your time, lass. There’s no rush.” I think he’s lying. If there wasn’t a rush, then he wouldn’t have received the call. He’s just being sweet.

After I clean myself up, I go back into the bedroom, dressed and ready, and I hear him downstairs, still on the phone. As I climb the stairs, I can hear rustling of paper, to discover that he’s got some breakfast on the table. It’s takeout from one of my favorite places. We sit down and eat, while he’s on the phone, I’m assuming it’s with one of his brothers, as it’s all business. He shoots me the odd wink here and there, in an effort to make me feel like he isn’t ignoring me, even though he doesn’t have to. Watching him walk around shirtless, wearing tight dress pants with no underwear, is enough for me.

“Sorry, lass. I’ve got to go get into the shower.” He says as he hangs up the call.

“No apology necessary, Declan.” I tell him. He leans in and kisses me sweetly on the mouth, and then he leaves me to go shower.

That’s when I hear my phone beep. My purse sits on the counter, so I reach for it, and when I look at the display to see who it is, my jaw nearly drops. It’s my younger brother, Callum. We haven’t spoken in years, and the only way that he could’ve gotten my number is through granny. I start to panic immediately, but nothing could prepare me for what I’m about to hear...