“Now it is my turn to torment ye, lass.”
Reluctantly I obeyed, letting him take control for now. Keeping my body still, afraid to move even the slightest, I waited. The urge to thrust against him increased with each second that passed. The bastard was taking too much pleasure in tormenting me. Soon it would be my turn to dominate him.
With a satisfied smirk on his lips, he plunged to the hilt. I cried out, arching my back as he continued to thrust into me. I grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him down to me, eager to press my mouth against his.
Only he had other plans. Before our lips met he detoured to my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth as he continued to thrust inside me. Never breaking his steady rhythm.
I moaned and writhed against him, the mounting pressure built inside of me. A liquid fire spread through my body.
I locked my legs around his waist, my fingers gripping his hair as he moved to the other nipple, his tongue laving the peaked bud. The only sound in the room was the slap of our bodies and our expelled breaths.
My core tightened around him, I was on the edge, ready to tip over. He leaned back, angling my hips so he could plunge even deeper.
Callum thrust one more time and the world shattered, his name spilled from my lips. I didn’t have any time to catch my breath, because he was already moving inside of me again.
He thought he was still in control, but now it was my turn. I grabbed his arm and yanked hard, twisting my body until I straddled him. I laughed at his incredulous stare. Seemed like he wasn’t used to being dominated. Well he better get used to it. I was the kind of girl who liked to ride them hard.
After hours of uninterrupted sex, we were both exhausted and sated. My body was deliciously sore in all the right places. I might walk with a limp tomorrow, but it was totally worth it.
I smothered a yawn and snuggled into Callum’s side, my head resting on his chest. His steady heartbeat like a soothing lullaby. I had just started to drift back to sleep when I heard a male voice.
“Sorry friend, she wasn’t supposed to be here.”
8
Kari
My eyes snapped open and I sat up in bed, searching for the man who had spoken. My hands stretched out in front of me, ready to freeze them. Except I wasn’t in Callum’s room any longer. I was back in Willow’s guest room.
Alone.
And naked.
Again.
I flopped back onto the bed and groaned, my heart racing as I stared at the ceiling. Had it all been a dream? If it was then it was the craziest, hottest, sexiest dream I’d ever had. It was also as close as I was going to get to fulfilling my Highlander fantasy.
So why was I having such a hard time convincing myself it wasn’t real? To be honest, I didn’t want to admit the caring, sexy, alpha male I had found wasn’t real. Just a figment of my imagination.
It was just all so vivid. The smells, the tastes, and did I mention the sex? Though part of my worst nightmare had been included in it too—being out in public naked. At least I wasn’t at the mall this time, sitting on Santa’s lap.
I cringed at the memory. I could never look at a mall Santa the same way again. Nothing against a silver fox, I’ve conquered a few of those. However, Santa was most definitely off limits for sex.
It must have been all of the alcohol I had with Peppermint last night. Those drinks went down way too fast. We really needed to learn how to pace ourselves. Only that’s what happened when you spent all of your time working and not enough time playing. When you finally did make the time, you lost all self-control.
Was it possible to dive back into his bed and recreate that amazing sex again? I had always been unsuccessful in recreating a dream, but Callum was definitely worth trying again.
My eyes drifted closed and I focused on my Highlander. I pictured the way the water rolled down his rock hard abs and his brown hair with hints of red. And the way he rolled his r’s when he said my name had me clenching my thighs together.
Wait.
I frowned and squeezed my thighs again. How could I possibly be sore from a dream? I know my dream Highlander was definitely bigger than some of the other guys I had slept with, but I shouldn’t be able to feel that now.
Unless one of Willow’s spelled dildos joined in the fun. Gross. There was no sharing of sex toys. Ever. Who knows what kind of stash Willow had hiding in her nightstand. She had told me about the talking ones and some that shifted into men. I shivered, cringing. Nope. I was definitely not ready for that kind of kink just yet.
Though it didn’t deter me from wanting to check out The Magical Rooster shop. Willow could barely get through telling me about her shopping experience there with her mom, without bursting into uncontrollable laughter. To the point where I told her to not bother continuing her story. It would be easier for me to check it out for myself.
Maybe I was just sore from the hot yoga I did yesterday morning. That was the only other explanation. My body wasn’t as flexible as it used to be. Though it felt pretty limber in my dream. Some of the positions I had never tried before.
My body tingled as I remembered how his tongue felt as he dragged it down my neck and worked its magic on my nipples. Making sure to give the same amount of attention to each one. My nipples tightened to sensitive peaks just thinking about it.
Ugh.
How pathetic was I? The best sex I’d ever had was dream sex.
Since I wasn’t falling back to sleep any time soon, I flung back the covers. I was about to swing my legs off the bed when a piece of fabric caught my eye.
My pulse raced and my chest tightened at the sight of the familiar material. What? It was impossible. Gripping the tartan fabric, I tugged it free and sucked in a breath at the gray, navy and gold colors. It was Callum’s plaid.
I lifted it to my nose and inhaled. It still smelled like him—wood smoke and sage. It hadn’t been a dream. Everything that had happened to me was real.
I wrapped his plaid around me, pulling it tight over my chest. Had it really only been a few minutes since I had laid in his arms? Callum must think I abandoned him. That I left him without saying goodbye.
What was I supposed to do now? It wasn’t like I could send a text to eighteenth century Scotland. Who knew if he was even alive now? I never even thought to ask if he was an immortal.
My brain fired off in ten different directions. Who had sent me back there? And why bring me back here now? For the first time in a long time, I had been truly happy.
The dull ache in my chest intensified. I hadn’t known Callum but a day, yet my soul felt like something was missing. Why would someone do this to me? Send me to Callum, only to take me away again. What purpose did it serve other than to destroy my heart?
I sent a quick text to Peppermint, asking her to meet me at the house. I needed someone to talk to about this. To tell me I wasn’t crazy.
And to help me find whoever was behind this spell.
9
Kari
The doorbell rang just as I was walking down the stairs. Finger combing my damp hair, I headed toward the front door and pulled it open. Dressed in leggings and an oversized hoodie, Peppermint greeted me with a takeout bag and a tray of mocha lattes, drizzled with extra chocolate syrup, from my favorite coffee shop.