Unconventional

I watched through glassy eyes as Julian rose, nearly stumbled a step, and made his way back toward the stairwell. The whole thing had taken all of five minutes, start to finish. The hottest, sexiest blowjob I’d ever given.

That was dirty, Madison.

It sure was. Dirty and filthy and every bit as amazing as I wanted it to be.

And I think you liked it a little too much.

That part too.

I was strong, independent. Running a fucking castle by myself, for the past two years. But there was something inherently sexy about taking care of a man who’d been taking care of me. Someone who not only respected me, but who went above and beyond to help me, without even being asked.

A beer and a blowjob were the least I owed him. Not to mention the others…

There was a kick and a thump as the shower began running, a couple of floors overhead. I could picture Julian in there right now. His hard, dirt-smeared body, totally and gloriously naked.

I could turn off the stove. Run up the steps… strip down and climb in with him. Stand there beneath the heated overhead spray, soaping down every gorgeous inch of his wide-shouldered, broad-chested frame.

Decisions… decisions…

I stirred the vegetables instead, and checked on the progress of the chicken. As fun as it would be, I had time. There were three incredible guys all vying for my attention, and I had a few more wonderful weeks before the final inspections.

And they were weeks I intended on making the absolute most of.

Nineteen

MADISON

I woke sleepily, dreamily, the cool sheets stretched perfectly over my naked body. For weeks I’d slept fitfully, worried about everything from the inspections to my lack of finances to how I ended up in Scotland of all places, penniless, friendless, and without any prospects.

But right now… everything was right in my world.

I’d like to say we made love all over the castle, but that wasn’t right. Instead we had a delicious dinner. We tried watching television — which really wasn’t Julian’s thing at all — until he suddenly tossed me over his shoulder and carried me straight up the stairs.

In the coziness of my bedroom, he spent the following hour or so between my legs. First kissing every inch of my body, until I was squirming with pleasure, and then devouring me until I swore I saw stars.

Drenched and helpless, I’d gasped as his beautiful body climbed over mine. Julian entered me slowly at first, getting me used to him all over again. He screwed me with a deep, steady grind, stopping only to kiss away the tears of happiness that streaked down my cheeks.

Then he flipped me over, dropped his hands to my shoulders… and fucked me absolutely senseless, from behind.

He passed out almost immediately after that, snoring into the silence of my da

rkened bedroom. The smell of our sex permeated the summer air, and it was a fragrance I welcomed home.

The last thing I remembered was snuggling into him. Spooning myself against his hard, slumbering body, and throwing one leg over his nakedness.

I reached for him again now, seeking his warmth and comfort. Only he wasn’t there. The bed next to me was empty… but it was still warm.

“Julian?”

I blinked sleepily, and heard a hiss. When I could finally open my sleep-gummed eyes, I saw him squatting in the shadows… right beside the window.

He was holding his finger over his lips in the universal ‘shushing’ signal.

“It’s out there.”

My heart was already thumping as I threw my legs over the side of the bed. Pressing my feet to the floor, the worn, wooden planks creaked beneath my weight.

“What’s it doing?” I whispered.