Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DRAVEN

Draven

Since fleeing the States and Samuel several weeks ago, Tavish and I've settled into Scotland and into a routine. We fill our days with work and our nights with lust. Most o' the days have been lust filled too, iffn I'm honest.

It's been amazing for both o' us. I've dealt with issues at the estate, but mostly I've spent time with my boy. Even while I've worked, he's been there beside me, doing whatever it is he does for the Society. Calls fly between him and the members. Working beside him has given me insight into how his mind works, and also into his quirks. Stuff one wouldnae notice without being in his presence regularly.

I've listened to him bitch and moan like an old woman at people calling him for what he calls stupid shit or things that could've been a text message. I've lost count o' the number o' times he's answered the phone with, "you should be texting me" or "this had better be something that deserves a phone call."

Glancing over at him now, sitting at the space he's set up for himself, his face lit up by the screens in front o' him, I have to smile. He's got his headphones on—a must have after I spent an entire day fighting off a headache—and he's dancing in his chair as his fingers fly over the keyboard. My gaze travels from where he sits to the desk Simon used all those years ago, and I sigh. I'd had the staff set his workspace up at that desk, but the first time Tavish sat at it, he'd noticed the photo o' Simon and me that the staff forgot to remove, and he stood up and refused to work there.

His words that day endeared him to me even more.

He whirls on me and the staff, who are also waiting for his reaction. "Absolutely not. That is Simon's desk and Simon's it will stay. I'm not his replacement. And removing him from the house and Draven's life will never happen. Not as long as I have breath in my body, and any say in the matter."

The staff loved Simon nearly as much as I had, and their smiles show their growing affection and respect o' Tavish and his respect o' Simon.

I nod at them, and say, "Well, ye heard the lad. It's back to the drawing board 'cause the boy needs a place o' his own to work, and iffn he willnae use Simon's desk, he'll need one o' his own."

He pushes his glasses up on his face, and looks around the room, then says, "Move Simon's desk over and put mine between his and Draven's. That's my spot. Between my two Daddies, not instead of one of them."

"Way to out us, lilla du," I say, a rare blush heating my cheeks.

"As if we dinnae ken with the way the two o' ye go at it," Mack says.

Tavish chuckles. At Mack's words or the deepening blush, I feel heating my face a few more degrees, I'm nae sure. He pats my arms where I've crossed them over my chest and kisses my bicep.

Sighing, I pull him into my body and kiss his forehead before saying to the staff, "Let's find the boy a desk and chair, and let's see about getting him set up. That way, he can keep the boss lady happy, and we can keep him with us a wee bit longer."

The staff scurries away, closing the door behind them and I spend the rest o' the day locked in the study, fucking Tavish on every surface imaginable. But nae Simon's desk because Tavish threatens to call red on me when I back him up against it during rounds three and four.

"There you are," he murmurs, or at least I'm sure he thinks he's murmured. It's much louder than he probably wanted. With the volume o' his headphones, a scream likely sounds as silent as a thought never uttered.

Kenning better than to interrupt him, I turn back to the accounts and paperwork o' running the estate and the trust set up by my grandfather. Things have been going well for the Clan Sinclair and I mean to expand on what those before me have done.

Tavish yells louder than before and flies to his feet, arms thrown in the air as if he's just scored the winning goal in the World Cup. I thank the heavens the staff has been gone for the day by several hours. His outbursts have had them running from all ends o' the property to check on him more than once.

I make to stand, but before I can get my feet under me, he's thrown off his headphones and is racing toward me. Spinning my chair away from the desk, he climbs in my lap, straddling me.

The boy's exuberance is infectious and I cannae help but be excited with him. "What are we celebrating, pojke?"

"I found him, Daddy," Tavish says, pressing kisses over my face before wrapping his arms around my neck so tight I can barely breathe.

I almost ask who, his excitement and our reprieve here in Wick momentarily erasing the reason for the dash across the Atlantic. But then I realize, and I ken exactly who he's found.

"Where?" I ask, my teeth on edge, grinding together.

"England. He's probably in Carlisle by now."

If the fucker followed from all the way across the pond, it willnae be long before he's in Wick, knocking on our door.

Hugging the boy to me, I bury my head in his mop o' curls and let his scent fill my senses. Sighing, I ken what must be done, but I ken it will be a fight. As much as he's gonna want to come with me, I ken I must send him away. I want that fucking evil bastard as far away from Tavish as possible.

"Are ye sure it's him?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah. It's him. I have him on surveillance cameras entering the country and on the M6 between Manchester and Carlisle."

I nod. After a moment, I stand up, forcing a squeal from him as he wraps his arms and legs around me. Instead o' putting him down I carry him out o' the study and up the stairs to our bedchamber. If the evil bastard is in Carlisle, then I dinnae have a lot o' time to get Tavish somewhere safe.

I stride through the castle, Tavish wrapped around me like a spider monkey. It isnae the first time it has happened so the staff that we pass along the way smirk and giggle at the two o' us and our antics. They're well used to seeing Tavish clinging to me as I storm through the halls like we are now.

Once I have him in our bedroom, I slam the door behind me and sit the boy on the bed, kneeling in front o' him. I cup his face, staring into his dark eyes, trying to memorize every gorgeous feature. Fear and rage swirl within me, making my hands shake, and my heart skips a beat.

"Daddy, what's the matter?"

Unable to bring myself to answer him, I surge forward, capturing his lips. My tongue sips at his mouth, begging for entry. He opens for me, and his tongue pushes forward, wrapping around mine in a dance that we've mastered since our first kiss months ago.

As I lose myself in him, my brain focuses on the task ahead. I can already see myself sharpening my axes. I can feel their weight in my hands. The movement o' my muscles as I swing them. I want nothing more than to watch his head drop from Samuel's shoulders and splatter cross the ground, drenching us both in his blood.

I push Tavish onto his back, stripping the boy o' his clothes. As wonderful as his kisses are, I need more. I need all o' him. I want to lose myself in the haze o' lust and need that he always drowns me in. His screams and cries o' pleasure live in my mind constantly, but I need it filling my head and this room, blocking out everything else around us. I'd give anything to have more time with him, but I ken I dinnae have it. I'm on borrowed time.

When he's naked before me, I fetch the lube from the drawer, opening his ass with my fingers as I suck his cock. With my free hand, I open my pants, and drizzle lube over my dick, slicking myself up. Time is o' the essence and I dinnae want to hurt the boy I've come to love.

Gasping around his dick, I pull away from him, as the word I never believed I'd claim as mine own fills my head and soul. As sudden as the label to the feelings that've been building since the first time I laid eyes on the lad feels, I ken the truth o' it and them. I love him. He's burrowed his way into my heart and soul. He's under my skin, and iffn the need to protect him before wasnae enough reason to make sure Samuel meets the devil, then admitting I love the boy most certainly is.

"Draven…" Tavish gasps, yanking me out o' my head and back into reality.

Pulling off my shirt and shoving my pants over my ass, I crawl over the boy, sinking my cock into his ass as our mouths find one another again. Our tongues mimic the movements below as we writhe together on the bed, fucking each other fast and hard, then slow and well, that's hard too, but nae frantic.

We edge each other closer and closer toward the orgasms we've been chasing and running from simultaneously, trying our damnedest to prolong the pleasure. That is until I peg Tavish just right. His blunt nails scrape across my back as his cock erupts between us. Cum flies from the tip, drenching us both in his climax. The walls o' his ass flutter and clench round me, spasming and milking the orgasm from within me, pulling it out o' me. I roar as wave after wave o' pleasure washes over me until I'm drained.

Collapsing on top o' him, I gather him into my arms, relishing the feel o' him against me. I roll onto my back, kicking off my pants as I settle him on my chest. Our hearts thunder in our chests as if they are beating a drum against one another. As my breath calms, I try to think o' what to say to him, so he will do as I ask while I chase the bane of our existence.

Open my mouth, I try to force the words past my lips, but he shakes his head, stopping me.

"Please, Daddy. Don't send me away."