The Scotch King (Scotch 1)

I picked up on the hesitance in her voice and her lack of conviction.

Minutes ticked by and neither one of us said anything. I refilled my glass of scotch then poured her a glass. I set it on the coffee table in front of her. “You like scotch?”

“I’m not a big drinker. Maybe wine here and there…” She clung to the new conversation desperately, thankful that awkward talk was officially over.

“Give it a try.”

She didn’t object and took a drink. She didn’t make a sour face or struggle to swallow it. The amber liquid went down her throat and straight to her belly. I pictured pouring the scotch on her stomach and licking it off. She set the glass down again, half empty. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” I asked with a laugh. “That’s the smoothest scotch you’ll ever taste.”

“Are you a fan?”

“Something like that.” I turned back to the fire, watching the flames dance and pop. Life in Fair Isle was a welcomed break from the rest of the world, of the nonsense and the chatter, and I enjoyed my solitude more than the average person. London was obviously different, but she would get used to it. “What would you be doing if you were home right now?” The question came out of nowhere, my interest in this woman misplaced.

“Probably studying,” she said as she looked into the fire. “By the way, people are going to be looking for me. I’ve never missed a day of class, and I have a lot of friends who will search everywhere to find me. It’s only a matter of time before the police or Joseph track me down.”

I almost felt bad for stomping on her dreams. “Good luck to them.” I drank my scotch, letting the fire move down my throat. I rested the cool glass against my temple, letting the temperature cure the slight migraine that thudded behind my eyes.

She must have picked up on my tone because she released a sigh. “They’re never going to find me, are they?”

“Let’s just say, I’d be shocked if they did.” I was untraceable. And if I wasn’t, most governments were too scared of me to retaliate. It was easier to let my minor crimes slide than risk open warfare.

Her voice trailed away. “It’s been four weeks…I thought Joseph would come for me by now. I guess he’s not going to…”

A part of me wanted to tell her the truth, that I threatened to kill her if he made an attempt to rescue her. But the other part of me wanted to withhold that information and make her lose all hope. She would conform quicker, obey me faster. “You’ll make a home here, Lovely. It won’t be as bad as you think it will.”

“Easy for you to say. How would you feel if I abducted you and forced you to live with me?”

I smiled at the fantasy. “I think it’d be pretty fun, actually.”

She sighed in annoyance. “Do you ever think of anything else besides sex?”

“When I’m around you, no.” I set the glass on the table then moved to her couch. I sat beside her, dangerously close. My arm draped over the cushion, resting against the back of her neck. She immediately took a quick breath at my unexpected hostility. My hand moved to her toned thigh and I gave it a gentle squeeze. My lips moved against her ear and I gave her a warm breath, arousal obvious in the way I cornered her against the arm rest on the couch. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, even if Finley walked inside. “It’s all I ever think about.” I kissed the shell of her ear and slowly moved my kisses down her neck, tasting her skin and sucking it into my mouth. My lips ached for more, feeling on fire every time I touched her. My hand moved up her thigh, and I listened to her breaths quicken as I touched her, feeling her mutual arousal.

She tilted her chin back slightly, and her hand dug into my hair. Quiet pants escaped her lips, her desire bubbling to the surface. Her smell washed over me, flowers and summer.

I lowered her to the couch, climbing on top of her as my mouth moved to hers. I sealed my lips against hers, moving them together with purposeful kisses. Before my tongue delved into her mouth, her tongue entered mine. Her hands moved to my shoulders and then my back, our make out session becoming heavier with every passing second.

My cock pressed against the front of my jeans, eager to be inside that tight pussy. The second the sex was over, I’d have to arrange for London to get the shot so I could come in her as much as I wanted. Coming on her tits would be enough for tonight.