Dual Release (7 page)

His tongue dug between the folds of her slit and nearly sent her over the edge with one skillful swipe. Any questions she wanted to ask about his identity dissipated into a purple haze as lust took full control. Cait lifted her hips, gyrating against his face. He cupped her buttocks while he feasted, licking and sucking her juices, pumping his tongue in and out of her, bringing her closer to orgasm. When he latched on to her clit and sucked it hard, she knotted her fingers in his hair and screamed as she peaked.

Her heart pounded as she gulped for air. He lowered her bottom and traversed her body, kissing and nipping a path along her skin. His face hovered above hers as he positioned himself at the orifice between her thighs. Cait was already in heaven when he entered her. This was simply an additional layer of pleasure upon pleasure. Being at her partner’s mercy wasn’t normally her style but for now, it was rocking her world letting him do most of the work.

Swift strokes in and out caressed her inner muscles, sending phenomenal sensations to every ounce of her being. He kissed her long and sensually while balancing his weight on his legs and elbows, and still managed to thrust a steady rhythm. She relaxed, enjoying the thrill of fucking such a wonderfully skilled man. He wasn’t her first, but he was the first to have caused such an explosive orgasm with what seemed to be minimal effort on his part.

As the crest rose again inside her, Cait gathered his face in her hands. She intensified their kiss, warring tongue against tongue in a valiant attempt to match his kissing ability. She needed to fuck harder. She planted her feet and pumped her pelvis in time with his thrusts. Deeper. She liked this better. She’d taken a breather but now she was pushing him to increase their pace. She broke from the kiss and nipped his earlobe.

“It’s my turn to lead this dance.” Not sure how she accomplished it, she rolled them onto his back so she could ride him, wild, hard and fast. She knew she should be using the sexual distraction to do something other than enjoy, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what she wanted to ask. Feeling him beneath her sent her thoughts into hyperdrive, focused strictly on fucking him.

Donnell wasn’t sure how he’d gotten where he was, but at the moment he wasn’t complaining. His hands were full of a voluptuous woman who apparently liked to be on top. With his kilt balled around his waist, the lass had full access to his shaft, which was nicely situated inside her. He liked the bounce of her full bosom as she controlled their pleasure. The smooth flesh of her bottom teased his hands as he massaged the wondrous globes, urging her to rock back and forth in a generous motion.

But he didn’t have to guide this woman. She knew what she wanted and took it from him.
Och
, where had he landed? Were all the women here this adventurous? Releasing her buttocks, he caught her breasts in both hands, stilling their magnificently mesmerizing dance as she rode him. He hoped he read her wild-eyed gaze correctly and took a chance, pinching her nipples hard. Her head lolled back as she squealed in delight and moisture soaked his cock. A smile tugged at his lips. He’d guessed right. She liked it a bit on the rougher side of naughty.

Digging in his heels, he drove into her. She leaned forward, palms flat on his abdomen, and met him pump for pump. The second she nipped his nipple he nearly came. Pain mixed with pleasure spurred him onward. The beautiful wench on his cock knew how to give as much as she took. If she wanted a wicked ride, then he intended to give it to her.

He smacked her arse. Her eyes widened. Pure heat filled her dazed stare but she didn’t miss a beat as she swiveled her hips round and round. The move made his bawls tighten. He was close. She leaned back while continuing to rock on his cock. He supported her by grabbing her luscious bottom. When she reached behind her and ran her fingernail along the sweet spot between his anus and bawls, he came undone. That move was unexpected and definitely one he liked.

Liquid heat spurted from his cock and swirled around it, as he remained cocooned within her sheath. She fit him perfectly. He liked the sensations of her inner muscles coaxing his shaft for every last drop as their pleasures combined. He knew he’d released her essence at least three times during this coupling, but was it enough for this magnificent woman? If not, she’d have to wait a bit for him to recuperate and then he’d more than happily try again.

He sighed heavily when she collapsed against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he was grateful for a moment to rest as he closed his eyes. Several long seconds passed before his eyes opened and he realized even a great bout of sex didn’t change anything. They were still prisoners, locked in this moving beast she’d called a van without a clue as to where they were going or why they’d been taken.

Donnell prayed his
brathair
Dour was safe. The van hit a bump, bouncing them around. He tightened his grip and refused to lose hold of the woman.

“Ye are safe, lass,” he reassured her when she tried to slide off him. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her brow as she settled back into place on top of him. Sadly, his cock softened and lost its haven in her heat. Holding her gave him comfort and for some reason he spoke the words of his thoughts. “Do ye know what became of
mi
family?”

“No,” she replied softly. The warmth of her mouth caressed his chest as she spoke. “Until today, I didn’t know you existed.” Her head shifted and she stared at him. “You truly believe you are a MacKinnon cursed for over two hundred years?”

“Aye.”

“I promise you, if’n we make it out of here alive, I’ll help you find them.” The sincerity in her voice touched him.

He caressed her cheek. “I make ye a promise, lass. We shall survive this.”

His words seemed to soothe her because her body relaxed in his arms. The sound of a low snore floated to his ears and it made him smile. She’d fallen asleep. At least it didn’t match the wall-rattling sound his twin made when passed out drunk. Donnell didn’t move, wanting her to rest. He sensed there’d be no chance for such when they reached their destination. Keeping one arm around her, he used his other as a pillow for his head. With his eyes closed, images of a past long gone filtered through his thoughts.

Had any of his other
brathairs
been freed? The redhead hadn’t said. Yet again, she’d not been given a chance considering the circumstances. He and Dour woke in the middle of a struggle, which had apparently been about them. But why? It made no sense.

His family, his
brathairs
were felled by a curse. Those words had to have been spoken by someone with a strong hate against his clan. It took no more than a second before the possible culprit surfaced in his memories. One face burned bright and his eyes sprang open. MacGillivray. The coward of a man had to be the arse to have done such a thing. Tavia wasn’t his to claim. She’d wed his
brathair
, Gavin. That should’ve ended it. But Donnell bet that it didn’t. Every fiber of his being wanted to strike out against this man, to cause him harm he’d never forget.

She must’ve felt his body tense as she shifted and mumbled something so softly he missed it. Donnell stroked her back until she was comfortable. Once the whisper of her snore fell back into its melodic rhythm, his thoughts returned to his family.

The redhead knew of the curse and of his clan. She’d have the answers he sought. When he and Cait escaped, she’d be the second person he found. Dour would be the first. Donnell did his best to relax but his mind refused. He silently calculated possible plans of escape, none of which he knew would work since he didn’t understand this thing in which they were held captive. Frustration ruled his thoughts.

The little that he’d seen of this new world so far seemed fueled by magic. Strange light dotted the ceiling of the building they had been in. The people dressed in unusual clothing. Their attackers wore black hoods. The van—as she had called it—rumbled beneath him, making him wonder if it was hungry and if so would its driver stop. That would give him the opportunity he needed to fight for their freedom.

Donnell lay in wait, listening and hoping he’d be able to keep his word to the lass. They would survive.

Jameson escorted May to her hotel room. Belvedere was excited to see her. He lunged off the couch where he snuggled with the sitter, Iris. May was so happy to have found her. She was the hotel owner’s daughter. May liked that the family lived in a suite on the main floor and worked together to run the business.

Belvedere jumped up and down, barking until May squatted and gave him a comforting hug.

“Hello, Belvedere. I missed you,” she said as he licked her face. His nubby tail wagged a mile a minute.

“Ms. May,” Iris interrupted as she rubbed sleep from her brown eyes and pushed away a strand of dirty-blonde hair that had escaped her ponytail. “Belvedere is an awesome friend. We went for a walk around ten p.m. as you suggested. Would you like me to walk him again before I leave?”

“No thank you, Iris. It’s late,” May replied as she stood to face the teenager. “He’ll be fine until the morning.” She dug in her purse for money to pay Iris but Jameson beat her to it.

“Here, young lady, its obvious Belvedere had a great time.” Jameson handed her a couple of hundred-pound notes. The teenager’s eyes widened.

“That’s way too much,” she proclaimed, trying to hand it back. He covered her hand with his.

“Keep it. You earned it. Look how happy he is.” He nodded at Belvedere, who seemed to know it was his cue to wag his tail and appear to be smiling with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. “Besides, we were much later returning than anticipated.”

She turned to May, holding the money out to her. “Ms. May?”

“Keep it.” May smiled. “You really did make a friend in Belvedere. Would you be willing to help me with his walks for the rest of my visit here in London?”

Iris bounced excitedly, then lowered to her knees to rub Belvedere behind his ears. “Yes, Ms. May. I’d love to help with him.”

“Great. Are you available to walk him in the morning?”

“Of course,” she said as she stood and followed May to the door. “What time?”

“Whenever you get up and moving will be fine.” May opened the door to find Charles parked outside in a chair. She raised an eyebrow but he simply nodded as if that were all the answer she needed.

“I’ll escort the young lady to her family’s suite and return momentarily.” When he reached the elevator he looked back at her and sternly commanded, “Close the door and lock it.”

Automatically, May did as instructed. She turned to face Jameson. “Is there a reason Charles was sitting outside my door?”

Jameson shrugged. “He’s nutty that way when it comes to protecting me. I think he’s feeling a bit guilty for what happened at the warehouse. He’s pissed at himself for not making sure the door was locked before he left. Seeing as I plan to stay here tonight with you, he intends to guard that door.”

May feigned annoyance. “I don’t recall asking you to stay. That’s mighty bold on your part.”

He reached for her hand and tugged her toward him. “You and I have been friends a long time and I can tell you’re on edge and worried. There’s no way I’m leaving you alone tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He pulled her into his lap. “I want you to rest, knowing I’ll keep you safe and I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

May wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Ending the kiss, she pressed her forehead to his and said, “I’m so tired. I can’t promise anything.”

“Not asking for anything, just here to protect.”

Jameson wheeled them into the bedroom. May slowly stood and excused herself to the bathroom. Leaning against the closed door, she stared at the mirror above the sink. One exhausted human stared back at her. Her night had started off strong, having dinner with Jameson. It only got better when the statues turned out to be the lost MacKinnon twins. Seeing them freed gave her momentary joy until the evening took a turn for the worse and both brothers disappeared into the night.

May moved to the sink, washed her face and brushed her teeth. She changed into her favorite sleeping attire, a soft cotton t-shirt-type nightgown covered in puppy pictures and paw prints. She didn’t bother with a fresh pair of panties. Going commando at night was the healthier option in her opinion. After removing what was left of the pins in her hair, she ran a brush through it.

Exiting the bathroom, she wobbled as she leaned and tucked Belvedere into his doggie bed. At home he slept with her. Most hotels respectfully requested no animals in the beds, so whenever they traveled this bed came with them. Belvedere didn’t seem to mind and somehow understood the rules when they weren’t home.

Looking at the big empty bed, she decided she wasn’t ready to lie down, not without checking on Jameson. Part of her wanted to bring him to bed and show him how much she wanted him. The other part of her wasn’t sure they were at that point in their relationship. Not yet. When she entered the sitting room, Jameson was in a quiet discussion with Charles. She couldn’t hear what they spoke about and by the time she got closer, Charles took the laptop, nodded to her and retreated to his post in the hallway. Jameson had made himself comfortable on the couch. His shoes and socks were off and his feet were up on the coffee table. He looked as if he belonged.

She couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m sorry, were we too loud?” he questioned. “We tried to keep our voices low so as not to disturb you.”

“No,” she answered. “I’m too wound up to sleep. Do you think the police will find them?”

He patted the cushion beside him. “Come sit. I hope you don’t mind, but I chose not to leave it in the hands of the authorities to find them.”

She pursed her brows. “Care to explain?”

“Let’s just say I’ve made many friends with special talents, Charles included. He’s a former Navy SEAL with great location skills. It’s just a matter of time before we’ve got something tangible to go on.”

“Do you think he can find them? We have no clue where Brother Leod is holed up or where he’s directed the twins to be taken.”