CHAPTER 7: PATRICK

_ ONE NIGHT UNDER A KILT _

I'm not one to show emotions or allow others to get too close. No one needs to know just how fucked up my past has made me or have them hear my retched sob story and feel bad fer me. I've devoted my life to me pub and I have not had the time nor the desire to seek out someone fer a few hours. It's been that way fer about two years. Call me sadistic; I'd rather feel the pain from a tattoo needle than be balls deep in someone who may form an attachment. Like I said, I'm fucked up.

So, when Lili set me up on a social day, then sprang a last-minute date on me, ya bet yer arse I was'ne thrilled. But I can never tell her no and I'm glad I dinnae start today. I would've missed out on a wild night with a cowboy.

The way August saw right through my quirks, how he silently noted each time my mask slipped and revealed the things I hide, or when I wanted nothing more than to shut down while he spoke with the football player. The man called me out on my jealousy; he's someone who can easily weave his way through my cracks. I cannae have that. However, I'm no longer strong enough to fight this urge. I need a release.

One night. That is all it will be, it's all it can be. I'd rather not know the frilly details of this man's personal life – just sex. A rendezvous with a cowboy is what my body craves, and I'm going to enjoy every bit of it.

The second the door to my flat closes I am on August, kissing and touching him, my mind incessantly swirling with countless scenarios, all of which has my pulse racing and cock thickening. I force him against the entry wall, my body pinning him in place as I grind my pelvis into his.

We were silent during the short walk from Neon Envy to my flat above my pub, the sexual tension could be felt with every step, which made it that much more enticing.

I can feel how hard he is even through our clothing, the bite of pain from his belt buckle is welcoming and has me needing more. The more pain the better. His hands roam everywhere until they land on my backside over the kilt and squeeze - hard . I hiss out a breath, loving how big his hands are.

[August pleased] " Oh yes. I'm gonna have fun with this ass ."

He's controlling this moment; however, it dinnae mean it's going to be that way the entire evening. My inner beasts crave full control, but I will not give in. Not with him.

[Patrick stern] "Shut yer fuckin' yap and kiss me."

His beard rasps along my clean-shaven face stirring an ache within me. Our tongues tangle as our hands tug at clothing. His strong arms pull my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss in the process. August stares down my bare torso at all the random tattoos I've accumulated over the years; each one hiding a piece of my past.

[August] "I wanna trace your lion with my tongue." He breaths and traces the Scottish symbol with his fingers – beginning under my left nipple to where the body and legs hide under the material yet to come off.

[Patrick] "Yer tongue will be too busy fer that." He shivers then swipes two fingers under the waist of my kilt.

[August] "Am I lucky enough to find out what's under here?" He asks, the question stemming from me teasing him earlier.

[Patrick teasing] "I dinnae ken – do ye feel lucky?" I continue the playful torment, enjoying every second. He pulls me into him, his lips so fucking close to mine. There is that delicious growl again.

[August] "By the way your kilt is tentin', I'd say what's under there wants to come out and play. I've never felt luckier in my entire life." He pecks my lips a few times then I catch his bottom lip and tug at it.

[Patrick gravely] "I need ya in my bed, right the fuck now." I back away, hastily remove my boots, and head into the bedroom.

Once sat on the bed, I find him in the doorway, shirtless, an arm stretched over his head, that handsome as fuck sun-kissed body on display, and lust in his hazel eyes as he looks his fill. I'm not shy as I rub over the bulge under my kilt, releasing a groan and wishing it was his hand instead.

[August husky] " God damn ." He's off the door frame and in front of me in half a second then he pulls off my beanie replacing it with his hat. "You sure do look good in my hat." I lean back on my elbows and stare at him, surprised I'm not outraged he touched my beanie. I wear it to hide one of the scars my father gave me. Every time I glance it in the mirror I want to rage. A fire blazes in his eyes as I push aside thoughts of my past.

[Patrick] "Stop wasting time and get yer arse over here."

[August teasing] "Don't mind if I do." He knelt between my spread knees; my cock throbbing in anticipation. He's eye-level with the tent in my trousers, his calloused hands glide up and down my bare thighs making me growl with impatience.

[Patrick agony] "Yer such a bloody tease."

August hums then flips the front of the kilt.

[August gravely] "What a welcoming sight. Is all this for me?" He's breathless and awe struck at what he finds then he's wrapping a hand around my shaft. My hips jerk wildly.

[Patrick] "That's it, August."

His lips curve into a crooked grin. He smears the bead of pre-cum along the tip as his tight grip slides down my length. I toss the bottle of lube to the end of the bed and undo the two belts on my hip.

[Patrick] "Like what ye see?"

He licks his lips whilst idly stroking me. His touch is too gentle; I need more, need it harder.

[August] "I hope you're ready; I'm gonna to suck you so good you're never gonna to forget me." His smirk is wild and holds promise.

My inner desires are screaming they want to play.

[Patrick] "Prove it, cowboy. All I've witnessed so - [gasp]" Words leave me the second his tongue swirls around the head of my cock then his hot, greedy mouth surrounds my length. [Groaning] "Fuuucking hell , [breath] August ." He hums, the vibrations going straight to me balls. There is no way I'm going to last long. I hear the lube being uncapped, then a wet finger massages my hole. [hiss] "Yessss." I shift my hips to give him better access. He's taking this fast, but I'd rather have it that way. It felt even better when his finger slid inside. [breathy] "Holy shite. Holy shite." I'm a chanting mess. He pumps his finger rhythmically in time with his mouth then he adds a second finger, finding that magic spot deep inside. [teeth grinding] "Ooh, fuuuck."

I'm squirming and never want this to end, but I'm so damn close already. I watch his every move, my thighs beginning to quiver as I rock into his mouth and his hand, seeking more, needing everything as I stave off my orgasm until the very last second. August works me over as I fight it to the bitter end, my grunts and moans fill the room as I come so fucking hard.

I'm panting as August eases his fingers out of me then climbs up my body. His jean-clad legs straddle my hips and pin me down, his hands landing on either side of my face. A dazed whisper leaves me as our eyes connect.

[Patrick breathless] "It's been a while." I admit, my damned cheeks giving me away. In my defense, running a business is more important than getting off on a quick shag. Dinnae mean I haven't wanked off. I did it last night in the shower to thoughts of this man on top of me.

[August] "Is that so?" He waits for my eyes to meet his again before he asks. "How long we talkin'? A couple months?"

[Patrick] "More like a couple years." I admit, ashamed at my own words. His eyes widen, although his words put me at ease.

[August] "Doesn't matter if it takes thirty seconds or two hours. Anything goes in my book. It's all about feeling good." My smile grew.

[Patrick] "More like fuckin' amazing."

August churns his hips and nuzzles my jaw.

[August husky] "Ooh. Would you look at that; you're hard again." He breathes near my lips. [drawl] " I am so fuckin' lucky ."

The next seconds turn into a frenzy; our lips collide, tongues tangle, and bodies grind together. Electricity shot through me as I tasted myself on him.

[Patrick] "You swallowed?" I cannae hide my surprise. He's more than satisfied with himself.

[August] "Sure did. Like I said. I came here for the full package deal." He nibbles and licks my neck and it feels amazing. "I have to say, I like the taste of Scotsman. Damn good."

I grip a fist full of his hair and bring him to my mouth, kissing him with so much urgency. The desire to have this man's body at my mercy is all I want – and I will have it.

[Patrick] "Why do we have so many clothes on?" I ask, and he smirks against my lips.

[August] "We better fix that." August backs off the bed and stands, his hands poised on his buckle. My kilt already unfastened, I stand, the material slipping off me, forming a pool at my feet.

August undoes his belt buckle then his jeans and pants are down and he's stepping out of them. This man's body is like a famous sculpture made by Michelangelo himself. His jawline is in defined, shoulders are broad, abs are chiseled, and there is a prominent V leading to a hard aching cock. My mouth waters at the sight. He's big, bigger than I've ever had.

[Patrick] "Lili was right. Everything is bigger in the states." He chuckles, his hazel eyes flashing with mischief as he takes his length in his hand and strokes himself.

[August] "I haven't heard any complaints yet." His response is prideful as he bit his lip, his eyes sweeping over me.

[Patrick] "Keep biting that fucking lip of yers and all bets are off." He smirks and I want to kiss it right off him.

[August] "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" The slight tilt to his head only adds to his challenge.

So, he wants to play, does he? Let's play, cowboy.

[Patrick] "That cockiness of yers is going to get ya into trouble."

[August teasing] "I kinda like trouble. Keeps things lively." He mocks. I lick my lips wanting him in my mouth. I have other plans fer him on our first go-around as I point to the rumpled duvet.

[Patrick stern] "That's it – Get on the bed. It's my turn, cowboy. [devious] I'm going to enjoy listening to ye beg fer me." My grin is wicked as I stare him down and catch the slight flicker of fear in his eyes.

This Scotsman is now in charge.