Chapter 67

67

SEPTEMBER

A fter focusing on the brewery and putting off wedding planning for far too long, the guys and I have a three-day weekend planned with the goal of picking out a venue. Today, we're taking a ride on the Jacobite train to see if there's any way it could possibly work for the ceremony and reception. Tomorrow, we're going to the top of Ben Nevis, and on the third day, we'll be touring the Glenlee, a decommissioned century-old merchant ship that was turned into a wedding venue. Jack and Charlie had questioned me relentlessly about why I didn't want to get married at the castle, but their wedding was so special, and I don’t want to trample all over that memory.

Henry and I are sitting in the back of Cam's old Defender, Theo is driving, and Dylan is working away on his laptop in the passenger seat, music blasting out of the open windows, on our way to Fort William Station.

"If I had known what this was going to be like back here, I would have suggested renting a car," Henry grumbles, his knuckles white on the back of our tiny bench seat .

"That would have been an excellent idea," I admit. I've never ridden in the back and didn't realize quite how bumpy it would be. "Do you need a little distraction?"

I bat my eyelashes at him, placing my hand obscenely high on his thigh, using it to boost myself up so I can reach his mouth. He grunts as my lips crash into his, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer.

"Better?" I ask, tugging playfully on his lip with my teeth.

"Not yet." He pulls off his shirt and throws it to the opposite seat before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his lap, my ass landing on top of a very solid erection.

"Jesus Christ," I whisper, leaning back against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. He slides his free hand up my stomach and between my breasts, circling the base of my throat. He tightens his arm around my waist, pulling me down as he presses his hips up, grinding his cock against me.

"Henry," I moan, half in protest, half begging him not to stop.

"You know they won't care," he says, his lips against my ear.

"Yeah, but I'll care when your cum is sliding down my thighs as we're boarding the train."

"Fuck, Isla." My words have the opposite effect I intended. He rucks up the front of my dress and slips his fingers inside my underwear, sliding one thick, callused finger along my slit. "I think you'd be dripping anyway, sweetheart," he rasps, pushing his middle finger inside me. I arch against him, grinding on the heel of his palm as he fucks me with his finger. God. "You're so goddamned pretty when you fall apart for me," he murmurs, pulling his finger out, circling my clit, then pushing it back in to tease my G-spot. He does this over and over again until I'm bucking against his hand, desperate to come. We go over a particularly big bump, and his finger jams deep. Blinding pleasure rocks through my body, followed quickly by the urge to pee. Fuck.

"Liked that, did you?" he chuckles, his breath against my ear, sending goosebumps careening over my skin. He repeats the movement, pressing against my G-spot as he drags the pad of his finger back and forth.

"Henry, you need to stop. I'll make a mess," I pant.

"Then I'll clean it up. I'll lick it off the goddamned floor if I have to."

I tremble in his arms as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

"Fuck me," he groans. "You're irresistible." He reaches between our bodies, unbuttons his pants, and pulls out his cock. Tugging my panties to the side, he notches himself at my entrance and slowly slides in, keeping his finger pressed to my G-spot. My body goes taut, blinding pleasure pulsing through my system. He keeps his finger moving as he fucks me, the pressure growing to an almost unbearable point.

"Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here?" Theo asks, jerking the car to the side of the road and twisting in his seat to look at us.

"Come for me," Henry whispers, his breath hot against my ear. I clench around him, gasping as he uses his other hand to massage my clit, his thrusts slowing.

"Isla, look at me." Theo's demand has my gaze snapping to his as my world explodes, those rich chocolate eyes my only tether to reality. I come hard, desire dripping from between Henry's fingers as he coaxes me through my orgasm. Dylan turns to watch, his teeth lodging in his lower lip, pupils blowing wide.

Henry pulls my knees wide, hooking my legs around his, angling himself toward the front of the car. "Show them how pretty your pussy is when you're dripping for me." He moves his hands to my hips, holding me still as he fucks me hard. "Give me one more, Isla. Please."

"I can't," I pant, my eyes rolling back as aftershocks rock through me. "What about them?"

"They'll get a turn later. Another," he demands, sliding his fingers up and down my slit as he fucks me.

"Henry–"

I clamp my mouth closed as he positions his second and fourth fingers on either side of my clit, his middle finger sliding back and forth over that sensitive bundle of nerves. I sob his name, anchoring my hands on his thighs to steady myself, my hips meeting every thrust. The tide starts rising, his punishing pace forcing me higher and higher, tears streaming down my face as he pushes my body to its limits.

"Fuck this, I want you looking at me," he grinds out, lifting me off his cock like I weigh nothing, turning me around, and impaling me. One hand dives between my legs, and the other grips my chin in a punishing hold, keeping me still.

"I need to see your face when you come," he says softly, holding my gaze as I move my hips. "That's it, ride me hard, Isla." I grip his shoulders, pressing my knees into the bench seat, bouncing up and down on his cock. I squeeze around his shaft, gripping him with everything I have. He grunts, pressing his fingers harder against my clit, encouraging me to grind against them, his dark blue gaze entangled with mine. I'm close, but it's Henry's whimper that sends me careening over the edge. He grips my ass, holding me still as he roars, emptying himself deep inside me as we come together. I collapse against him, my entire body trembling.

"Fuck, Isla." Henry cups my face, leaning back to look at me. He wipes under my eyes with shaking hands, his cock still pulsing inside me, tiny shocks of pleasure shooting up my spine. He gently lifts me off him, setting me on my feet. "Give me your underwear."

"What? Why?"

"They're wrecked anyway, Isla." He holds out his hand, waiting.

I stand and shimmy out of them, placing them in his palm. He grips my hip and pulls me between his legs, gently wiping his cum from my pussy and thighs. I bite my lip as he wraps the scrap of fabric around his cock, gripping his shaft and jerking it up and down. I've never seen anything quite like it, his abs contracting, his hips thrusting up into his hand, like he can't help but chase the pleasure.

"Stop showing off," Theo grumbles, rolling his eyes. He motions for me to sit before turning around and pulling onto the road.

"Never stop showing off," I murmur, my gaze glued to his crotch as he tucks his cock back inside and zips up his pants. "What are you going to do with them?" I ask as he stuffs my underwear in his pocket.

"Use them to jerk off," he says honestly, a wicked grin on his face.

"One of these days, I want to find out how many times you can come before your dick goes limp."

"Why not today?"

"How will your brothers feel about that?" I ask, catching Theo's eye in the rearview mirror.

"They can have their fun first. We're booked into a two-bedroom suite tonight. It'll be perfect."

"Did you guys hear that? Any complaints?" I ask.

"No, but you really have no idea what you're getting yourself into. You won't be able to walk tomorrow," Dylan says, the keyboard keys still clacking away.

"It’s a good thing I have three strong guys to carry me around, then, isn’t it?”