Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 12

Perhaps it was because she’d been as sweet as Danni, but I half-expected Lillian to start crying while lying on my chest. Instead, she gazed at me for a moment and then simply lay her head back on my chest, looking back out at the loch. Neither of us spoke for nearly ten minutes as we listened to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. Once I felt her shiver, I grabbed my overcoat and draped it over both of us, and she looked at me gratefully before placing her hands delicately on either side of my face and drawing me in for a sweet kiss.

“Well… thank ye anyway for a wonderful few days,” she murmured into the kiss and then started back up again. I felt my cock begin to stir under her thigh and pressed my groin into her to enjoy the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my semi-erection.

“One more before I have to let you go?” I asked between kisses.

“Aye,” she said, grinning into the kiss as she began crawling up my body to position her hips over mine.

Thursday, September 5th, 4:35 pm

Something about the way I looked must have telegraphed that I'd just had sex because as I returned to the castle grounds alone, I was met with a wolf whistle followed by a feminine voice calling out to me. "Did you take another trip through the Highlands again?"

Natashya's tone suggested that she wasn't referring to the Scottish landscape. I looked up from the ground to see the dancer sitting at a table with Tara on one of the lower terraces. They sat at a table holding two mugs probably filled with tea—the island was obsessed with the nasty brown water.

"Sorry," I said as I approached them. "I'm not gonna kiss and tell. If you wanted to know, you should've been there."

That got an eyebrow raise from Natashya. The dancer and I had gone at it pretty heavily when we first met—I was incredibly attracted to her slightly full lips, smooth, creamy complexion, mahogany eyes, and exotic flair. It seemed like everything she did was calculated to tease or seduce me. Even now, she wore a thick pair of tight-fitting pants and a red sweatshirt that was just a touch too big. As a result, the sleeves ended halfway down her palms, and one collar draped off her shoulder, exposing a lovely bare shoulder for me to enjoy.

She picked up her drink and took a sip while her eyes never left mine. When she lowered the rim, she gave me a playful smirk and said, "I am sorry I missed it. I was too busy fucking your sister. There's this thing I do with my tongue on her nipples that she particularly enjoys." She punctuated her statement by running the tip of her pink tongue over her top lip as she shrugged her bare shoulder. Then, she broke out into a dazzling smile. "I would tell you more, but you should have been there."

I recalled the time I accidentally walked in on them in Vegas. I'd opened the door expecting to see Natashya, but instead, I got an eyeful of Emily sitting on the dancer's face being eaten out. The image of her heavy breasts hanging naturally off her chest was something I would never forget as long as I still breathed. As much as I was reluctant to admit it, Emily was a gorgeous woman, and Natashya made it painstakingly obvious every chance she got—very likely in some attempt to get me to give in and attempt to sleep with her in hopes of riding dick again. Natashya was in a monogamous relationship with my sister, which she seemed to enjoy, but that meant other people of both sexes were off limits. The dancer hadn't been fucked by a living cock since the last time I'd been inside her just before we left for the Catskills, and I'd seen her eying me more than once in the last couple of weeks since we left the US.

As much as I would have enjoyed fucking her again, that was a 'her' problem. I had plenty of willing partners, keeping me out of trouble with my sister's girlfriend.

"God… you two need to get a room," Tara said, watching us with an almost bored expression.

"We did," I said without taking my eyes off Natashya. "Until she decided to date Emily."

"Oh, I know all about it. Better than a damn soap opera, livin' with you people," Tara said.

"Well," Natashya said as she picked up her mug. "I know where I am unwanted." Her playful tone suggested that she didn't take any offense to anything we said. "I think I will see if Emily would like to go for a swim."

Natashya rose from her chair, winked at me, and then turned to make her way toward the castle. Tara and I watched her leave, and my personal trainer said, "The things I could do to that ass."

"Good luck," I said, watching Natashya's ass move with each step. "That ass belongs to Emily, and she'll murder you if you touch it."

"I'd almost let her," Tara grumped as I rounded the table and sat in Natashya's chair. "Be the closest I got to getting some in a minute."

"Dry spell?" I asked.

"Just a li’l bit," she said, holding up her forefinger and thumb, then she waved it off. "Nah… don't worry about me. Not your problem. You pay me enough, after all."

Unlike Natashya, Tara wore a thin, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Both fit snugly and showed off her tight, well-toned body. She was relatively tall for a woman, with a long, fit torso, tits that barely fit a C-cup that looked almost as firm as Erin's, and soft brown hair with long bangs that did a feathery swoop to the side that reminded me of a Disney princess. She positively oozed sex appeal with a body that looked like she could go for hours in the bedroom. She would have given a corpse erection.

The only problem was that she was strictly into vaginas.

"I'm surprised," I said. You don't strike me as the type to have trouble finding company.

Tara grimaced. "Sure, mate. Maybe if I was looking for a bloke, but there aren't as many women into other women as you'd think."

"Honestly," I said, "I'm finding that harder and harder to believe." There was no shortage when it came to women who enjoyed the company of other women. Even the ones who weren't actually bisexual somehow managed to find some kind of pleasure from other women despite their reservations.

"Yeah, well then, maybe you should stop hogging all the good ones," Tara said in mock disgust. Then she scanned the castle grounds. "Speaking of… where's that gal of yours? The redhead."

"She had to go to work this evening," I said. "We said our goodbyes earlier."

"Goodbyes?"

"Yeah. I let her go. She has to work the rest of the week, and we'll be leaving tomorrow," I said.

"You're bloody crazy. She's beautiful, and I reckon she would've come with you if you'd invited her."

"Don't you think I have enough company?" I asked.

"Maybe," Tara said, sipping her tea as she watched a few passers-by. "Can't hurt to have a little more when they look like that."

"You're more than welcome to shoot your shot with her if you want. She certainly enjoyed Erin."

"I'll be she did," Tara said, seeming to perk up at that tidbit. I guess she hadn't seen enough of Erin and Lillian interacting to pick up on the fact that they'd been intimate. That she'd shown so much interest in Erin's inclusion wasn't surprising, though. I'd caught Tara checking out all the women who accompanied me to Europe, but none seemed to hold her interest quite as much as my assistant.

"So, if your girlfriend can have a go at Erin," Tara said, setting down her cup and leaning forward. She placed her elbows on the table and tucked her hands under her chin as her blue eyes drilled into me. "What does a girl have to do to have a crack at her?"

"Who?" I asked, playing dumb. "Erin?"

"Yeah."

I met her blue gaze with my own and said, "Ask her and find out."

Tara studied me in silence for about ten seconds when my phone buzzed. It was Charity.

Standing up, I said. "Excuse me. I should take this."

I answered the phone while walking away from my personal trainer. "Hello?"

"Hi," Charity said over the line. She sounded slightly distracted, and I could hear the faint sound of typing.

"Hey, Charity. How's it going?"

"Doing okay. I have a few updates for you."

She then told me how she had settled into her role this past week. According to her, Julia Lyons—the reporter who had interviewed me roughly a month ago and recommended getting a PR team—was doing a great job showing Charity the basics of public relations. She claimed that the newswoman's mentorship was invaluable and that she'd learned much in the past week and a half. She was settling into her new apartment and trying to get it decorated the way she wanted before school started next week. Between a full workload, mentoring with Julia, and developing a PR strategy for me, she would have her hands full. I was happy to see how seriously she was taking it all.

"We're looking into starting a non-profit for you," she said. "Any cause you're interested in?"

"Um… I guess I'm using a lot of resources. Maybe some kind of renewable energy or environmental revitalization? Or maybe scholarships? Or fighting poverty? I don't know." I felt a little weird about this mercenary way of approaching philanthropy. For one thing, I probably should have started it sooner.

"You're not sure," Charity said. "Okay. I'll talk to Julia about putting a list together for you to choose from. Sound good?"

"Yeah," I said. "And talk to Erin about getting a list of all the organizations my grandpa supported. I'd like to see them."

"Will do. One last thing. Karly Titus contacted me yesterday. She wants to meet."

Karly Titus was a movie star known for her supporting roles in mid-level box-office successes. She was talented and hot but was never the star of a movie. She also happened to be one of the people at the rooftop party where I was kidnapped. Apparently, she helped keep the girls safe during my tenure in Roger VanCamp's grasp.

"She wants to meet you?" I asked.

"She wants to meet you," Charity clarified.

"Me? Why?"

"She wants to talk to you about a project she's trying to get off the ground and wants to pitch it to you. She also wants to meet one of the wealthiest men in the US who just so happened to be at the same horrible event we were at," Charity said.

"Okay," I said, suddenly feeling out of my depth. I had enjoyed hanging out with several movie stars that night, but Karly Titus had spent most of her time talking to her boyfriend. According to Erin, he ditched her as soon as the kidnappers showed up and started gunning down everyone, which didn't sit well with the Canadian actress. Since then, she'd remained single… at least, according to the celebrity rags.

"Great," Charity said. "I'll get with Erin and set something up. When are you coming home?"

"Soonish," I said. Maybe a week. It depends. I might have to go to Norway to meet someone about my issues with Hiro Tanaka."