The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

We could coexist—happily.

And the longer I had her in my life, the more beautiful I found her to be. Her features didn’t change and her weight didn’t fluctuate, but I found myself appreciating the curve of her cheekbones, the plumpness of her lips. I cared more about the beauty of her eyes than the shape of her figure. Her words had new meaning to them because I found everything she said insightful.

I didn’t know what was happening, but I liked it.

She continued to eat quietly, her eyes downcast. There was a slight breeze in the air, and it blew a few strands away from her face.

I drank water with my meal, hating its blandness.

She looked across the table and noticed my nearly empty glass. “You’ve been doing well. I’m impressed.”

“It hasn’t been easy, but not impossible.” It would be impossible for me to stop drinking altogether. That was something I wasn’t willing to compromise on. But three to four glasses a day was doable.

“Feel any different?”

I could think more clearly and had a little more energy, but I was definitely moody. “I’m a little angry all the time.”

She chuckled. “So nothing has changed.”

I could resist the smile that formed on my face. “What did you do today?”

“I did Pilates in the living room. Then I hung up your clothes and cleaned everything.”

“You know, I have maids for that.”

“Well, I was bored. Running out of things to do.”

I wanted to tell her she could always come visit me, but that would just slow down my workday. “You want a dog?”

“I can get a dog?” she asked in surprise.

“Why not?”

“Well, they’re messy, and we travel a lot.”

I shrugged. “Someone can take care of him.”

“If I had a dog, I’d like to take care of him.”

“Then maybe having a kid would be easier.” The words flew out of my mouth without me thinking twice about it. I’d never considered having children with her. I’d never considered having her as anything more than just my bedmate.

She stared at me from across the table, her face unreadable. She wore a solid mask that hid her thoughts from view. She didn’t seem repulsed by the idea, but she didn’t seem happy about it either.

“I want to ask you something.” I left my half-eaten plate on the table and kept my gaze focused on her.

“I’m listening.”

“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” I suspected I already knew the answer based on the savage way she needed me all the time. But I wanted to hear her say it anyway, you know, because I was a sick egomaniac like that.

She swirled her wine before she took a drink, stalling as she thought of her answer.

I watched her intently the entire time, not blinking and sitting on the edge of my seat. If I asked her a personal question in the past, she usually dodged it. But now our relationship was a lot more relaxed. Conversations didn’t feel like interrogations anymore.

She finally set down her glass. “You already know the answer.”

“I want to hear it anyway.”

Her eyes didn’t flash with annoyance, not like they usually would. “Yes, you’re the best I’ve ever had. Maybe that wasn’t apparent after all the times you made me come, or all the times I asked you to fuck me in the middle of the night. You make the rest of the men I’ve been with look like boys. They didn’t always make me come, probably because they didn’t know what they were doing. I’ve never been kissed hard like that or ever felt more beautiful in my life. But with you, I’ve never felt more desirable.” She grabbed her glass again and drank it like she hadn’t just made the most erotic speech ever.

There was an invisible crown on my head, and I was staring at my queen. I gripped the armrests of my chair and wished there weren’t dinner spread across the table. The maids would come and clean it at any moment. “You’re the best I’ve ever had too.”

This time when she looked at me, her expression was easy to read. She was surprised by my confession. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She was different from any of the other women I’d been with. She was natural, real. She had a backbone of steel and a scowl that made grown men quiver. She was hard like a rock. “But you already knew that.”

I sat up against the wooden headboard with my hands resting on her hips. My fingertips dug into her soft skin as I guided her up and down my length. She was rocking her hips slowly, taking my long length with restrained fluidness. She sheathed me to the balls then slowly rose up again, moving until only my thick head was inside her.

Her gorgeous tits were in my face, firm with hard nipples. Her petite shoulders led to a slender neck that had already been lavished with kisses. A quiet moan escaped her lips every time she took my entire length. Sometimes I would rock her back and forth, getting her clit stimulated against my muscular frame.