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  Highland Desire

  Highland Temptations (Book 4)

  Hildie McQueen

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  Highland Desire (Highland Temptations Book 4)

  Hildie McQueen

  "Your Englishman is here."

  Cailyn McDougall jerked her attention away from the brawling brothers to her cousin Dugan, who leaned halfway out the window, his gaze locked on what transpired below.

  She darted to where he stood and attempted to shove him aside, but the huge male refused to budge. "It's Captain Westcott."

  "Oh, God." This time she succeeded in moving Dugan and peered down. The rider who approached was clearly Jamie Westcott.

  A loud crash sounded. Her brothers tumbled over a large settee, two of its legs now flattened. Surely they should have tired by now. "Stop it!" She screamed at them, and was promptly ignored.

  Cailyn hiked up her skirts and rounded the men, who now had hands wrapped around each other’s throats, while their wives attempted in vain to pull them apart.

  Hopefully they'd not notice her absence right away. Cailyn dashed down the wide stairwell of Somerset Keep, her childhood home, and through the great room out to the courtyard. At the open, expansive wooden door, she attempted to catch her breath, cursing the tight corset she wore. Hand over her brow, Cailyn shaded her eyes against the bright sunlight and squinted at the approaching party of men.

  With four escorts and many more of her clansmen following, the infamous privateer Captain Jamie Westcott's immense steed lumbered toward the keep. His wind-tussled auburn hair glistened, as did his green eyes when they met Cailyn’s.

  Her heart drummed faster under his regard. Cailyn motioned him with both arms to hurry and dismount, while glancing over her shoulder toward the keep. His brows scrunched together, he dismounted and stood next to his horse, holding the reins.

  "Hurry, Jamie, I must speak to you before my brothers come." Cailyn grabbed the reins from his hands and tossed them to one of his men. She then looked to a clansman, who watched with interest. "Captain Westcott is a friend of the family. Four of you can remain until the laird orders where they will sleep tonight. The rest of you return to whatever you were doing."

  Threading her arm through his, she tugged Jamie toward the keep. "Can you please walk faster?" she begged, now panting with the exertion of attempting to breathe against the tight contraption around her waist.

  "Are you trying to get me killed?" Jamie asked, as he hurried his pace. "I believe it is protocol for a visitor to wait for the laird to invite one in."

  Cailyn pulled him into the only room with a door that locked, her eldest brother's study,and slammed the door. She swung around to Jamie and placed her fisted hands on her hips. "I asked you to wait four days at the port. I also informed you that we'd travel there. Why did you come now?"

  Exasperation grew when he raised both brows and gave her an incredulous look. "You seriously expected me to sit back at the inn and wait patiently for whatever your clan planned to do with my sister?" He shook his head, “The only reason I waited three days was because I had some business to tend to.”

  Screams sounded, along with items crashing, and Jamie went toward the doorway. "Where is my sister?"

  Somehow Cailyn hoped to delay a meeting between the men upstairs and Jamie. At the moment, neither of her brothers were of a mind to attend to Jamie. She shuddered to think what would happen if he burst in and demanded to take his sister back to England.

  "She's not involved in what is happening," Cailyn held both hands out against his chest. "My brothers are having a disagreement."

  Although poised to rush out, he peered down at her with ill-concealed want. "I have thought about you. About our time together."

  Heat rushed to her face and Cailyn took a breath. "So have I."

  He pulled her against his muscled chest. "I thought about your kisses." Strong arms surrounded her, and Cailyn held her mouth up for him to take. When his lips fell on hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Soft, yet firm, his mouth traveled over hers and her blood began to pump harder. His tongue probed at her lips and she parted them. Both began the lover's dance, tongues twisting, palms sliding over each other's body, while moving in circles in an attempt to sway into the natural rhythm of their heartbeats.

  Jamie raised his head and peered down at her, a slight curve to his lips. "I've come for Victoria. I must take my sister back to England, as I am prepared to depart as soon as I return to port. "

  A louder crash sounded, followed by Victoria's clear voice. "Stop this instant, you are going to kill each other."

  "Torrie?" Jamie rounded her and rushed from the room, with Cailyn on his heels.

  Jamie sprinted up the stairs and stopped abruptly at the scene inside the sitting room. Furniture lay askew, drapery torn. The room was in shambles, thanks to the two panting men sprawled on the floor side-by-side, each with a woman sitting on top of him.

  Dugan remained by the window with his arms crossed over his chest. He scowled at Jamie.

  Victoria looked up expectantly. "Jamie, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to wait at port for me to come to you." She pushed her disheveled hair away from her face and smiled up at him. "The brothers were fighting, I think they've finally tired out," she told him, as if it were an everyday occurrence.

  At Jamie's lack of response, Victoria scrambled to her feet, and the man on whose chest she'd sat got up with her. She dashed over and hugged Jamie.

  Over his sister's head, Jamie glanced at Cailyn. Calum cleared his throat and pinned her with a hard stare from where he lay.

  The laird took his wife by the waist and hoisted her off. He then came to his feet, wiping blood from his cut lip with the back of his hand. "Captain Westcott." He met Jamie's questioning stare with nonchalance. "It seems I am forced to welcome you to Somerset Keep as a member of the family. Conor and Victoria were married last night."

  "What?" Jamie looked from the laird to Victoria, who rushed back to the large man's side, and lastly to Conor, who now stood with an arm possessively around Victoria’s waist.

  Jamie flew at the Scot with a loud growl and fists swinging.

  Dugan let out a shrill whistle and the men stopped fighting, although Cailyn noticed that Conor had not put up much of a fight.

  Dugan gave the men a bored look. "I believe the laird wishes to speak to you both."

  Jamie released the cloth of Conor's tunic and lowered his arms.

  "Very well," Conor replied, motioning for Jamie to exit before him. Jamie snorted his displeasure and moved ahead.

  Moments later, the men retired to the study, while the women remained.

  "It's all my fault." Victoria paced the now-destroyed sitting room while
the women waited for the men. "Jamie is so angry." Her sister-in-law blew out a breath. "What a mess."

  Cailyn nodded in agreement. "Calum is as angry, if not more. Nonetheless, there isn't anything that can be done about it now. You are married to Conor, and both of them will have to accept it."

  Victoria went to the doorway and scowled toward the study. "It’s been nearly an hour. What can they possibly be discussing that would take so long?"

  "Well, for starters, your money. Decisions have to be made about your estate in England and such," Cailyn replied. "There is much they have to agree upon, which I assume with those men, it is like enticing a boar out of a thicket."

  "Right." Victoria sat. "And what of you and Jamie? What transpired between you? I noticed he struggles to keep his eyes off you."

  "I'm sure it is your imagination." Cailyn stood. "I will go see about the evening meal."

  ****

  That night Jamie lay on the large bed and stared up at the ceiling. Things had definitely not gone as he'd planned. Victoria married to a McDougall, of all things he least expected was this. Much had to be agreed upon, so he'd remain. But foremost he had to avoid time alone with Cailyn. She was a distraction he didn't need.

  A beautiful tempting distraction.

  The object had been to collect his sister and return to port immediately Instead, now he'd agreed to spend two days at Somerset, so that they could come to an agreement over Victoria's assets in England.

  Conor McDougall, her new husband, seemed to be a man of honor, as he'd requested that Jamie remain the sole administrator of Victoria's fortune. The Scot vowed that his sister would want for nothing. They'd be relocating to their own nearby home soon.

  Cailyn. Seeing her again pushed away all his resolve. When the beauty rushed to see him, his stomach had flipped. Him, Captain Westcott – the infamous Red Pirate – felt a lurching in his gut when he saw her. He shook his head. She was definitely dangerous, and to be kept at a distance.

  All throughout the evening meal, he'd been able to maintain a conversation with the laird, Victoria, or her husband, Conor. Barely any words were exchanged between him and Cailyn. Although he had to admit, his gaze did constantly go to her.

  Breathtaking in a deep blue gown, her matching cobalt eyes met his several times. The exposure brought by her dark hair pinned up,and the low cut of her gown, made him painfully hard. The entire time, his cock had throbbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his breeches.

  Now as he lay alone in the dark, he considered attempting to find her. To have her one last time.

  Jamie slid his palm down past his stomach to press against his hardened length. It was already proving to be a test of endurance for him.

  His door cracked open and Jamie reached for the dirk beneath his pillow. He pretended to sleep, watching under his lashes to see who entered.

  "Jamie?" Cailyn whispered and took a tentative step inside. "Are you awake?"

  If they weren't in her brother's home, he'd have slammed her against the doorway and taken her then and there. Instead, he turned to his side and lifted up to his elbow. "I must ask you again if your intent is to get me killed."

  The door closed without sound and she moved closer. When she stepped into a ray of moonlight, Jamie lost his breath. Her sheer gown left very little to his imagination. Soft curves were outlined down to her long, lithe legs. "I --I am not sure why I came, I couldn't sleep knowing you are here."

  Torn, Jamie could only stare, transfixed.

  Cailyn shrugged. "Well, I suppose it's best I return to my chambers. I apologize to have disturbed you."

  He bounded from the bed and took her around the waist, his mouth instantly over hers. Even if the price of having her was death, he became powerless to allow her to leave. Slow and precise, he pressed kisses along her jaw line, down to her throat.

  Cailyn moaned and her head fell back, while her hands slid up his back. She drew her fingers through his hair in encouragement. He yanked her nightgown over her shoulders, tossing it to the floor and cupped her breasts with both hands. His lips' descent continued, and he did not stop until he pulled her tight nipple into his mouth.

  From one to the other, he continued to taste her breasts with eyes closed. He'd memorize each moment for the long, lonely months at sea. Every touch, stroke and kiss would be committed to memory to keep him company in the solitude to come.

  "Jamie," she hissed, when he cupped her tight, round ass and pulled her into his stone-hardened cock. "I want you."

  He kissed her until she clung to his shoulders, and then stepped away to undress.

  Her regard of his jetting member made him harder. "As you can clearly see, I'm very much in need of you as well." Jamie moved to her and picked her up.

  As soon as they fell into the bed, he took her mouth again. Cailyn's hips lifted up to grind against him, and he fought not to take her. Her nails trailed down his back to grab at his derrière, and he bucked forward, the tip of his cock at her entrance.

  "Open wider for me," he instructed. Cailyn was too tight for him to chance hurting her. He slipped a finger inside her wet sheath, sliding it in and out while she mewled against his neck.

  "Ahhh, so good." Jamie moved down her body, needing to ensure she was fully prepared for him.

  Cailyn wanted to scream when Jamie's lips traveled down her body. He lifted her legs to bend at the knees and pulled them apart leaving her fully exposed to him. More than anything, she wanted him inside her.

  Delicious frustration mounted when his tongue traced circular patterns on her inner thighs. He licked at her core. "Oh!" she exclaimed, concentrating on keeping her voice down, which became exponentially more difficult when his hot mouth covered her entirely, and his tongue began to flick at her throbbing nub. She pushed up into his mouth and began to float.

  Again and again, his wicked mouth caressed between her folds until Cailyn lost control and fell into the abyss of stars and darkness, with only enough consciousness to bring some bedding against her mouth to muffle her cries.

  From her flat stomach back up to her chest, Jamie pressed kisses and nipped gently at her skin. Cailyn floated back down as he positioned himself between her legs. "I dreamed of fucking you again, just like this." The huskiness in his voice fell like a warm blanket over her heated skin. Her embers fanned at watching his muscles bunch while he pressed himself closer, sliding his cock against the already heated core. "I need to be inside you Cailyn."

  Cailyn reached between them and took him in hand. His cock was moistened by her juices, which allowedher hand to slide down the thick shaft, then back up to the head with ease. "I want you so much, Captain."

  Positioned at her entrance, he pushed in with excruciating slowness. Both of them let out a loud sigh when he was fully sheathed inside her.

  "Take me," Cailyn brought his face down to her and took his mouth, suckling at his full lips. "Hurry, love, I need you so much."

  His hips began to move, slowly at first. Then with her urgings, he picked up the pace, sliding in and out faster.

  Jamie lifted her hips with both hands and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He stoodand positioned her legs up against his chest, then drove into her harder. The tempo of his drives became more and more hurried, his breath came in pants. She fought to not lose all control, wanting to plunge with him.

  He released her legs and continued driving so hard that the sounds of their lovemaking rivaled their moans. Cailyn finally surrendered, and came with so much force she wept. Jamie thrust into her only twice before he, too, came, groaning quietly into her throat. With a final jerk, he drew out of her and spilled his seed.

  "Lay with me for a bit." They settled onto the bed, snuggling together under the thick furs.

  Cailyn gazed at Jamie's face and he kissed her with soft lips, his eyes already drooping with sleep.

  When his breathing became even and a soft snore escaped, Cailyn slid from the bed. She tugged her nightgown on and went back to stand by the bed to steal one las
t look at him, before slipping from his chamber to hers.

  ****

  Two days later, dressed for the road, Jamie put down his cup when Victoria came into the drawing room where he'd been waiting. Admittedly, his sister glowed, her face split with a wide smile at spotting him. Victoria's eyes, which he knew matched his, shined bright with unshed tears when she came closer and hugged him.

  "Oh, Jamie, must you leave so soon?" She frowned up at him. "Stay for the season. It will be winter soon, you should not be out sailing in such weather. I'll be sad without you here." Her pout made him waiver. His weakness for women, especially his sister, made it hard to keep his resolve.

  "I must," he replied, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "It seems that your new husband keeps you plenty company."

  Victoria laughed and nodded. "Yes, he does. Oh, Jamie, I am in love. For the first time in my life, I am deliriously happy." She beamed up at him, her face flushed.

  "I can see that." Jamie glanced toward the doorway. He needed to leave.

  Cowardice or self-perseverance, he wasn't sure which, propelled his departure. He didn't want to run into Cailyn. He'd actually managed to avoid time alone with her since their time together.

  "She's not here," Victoria told him with a cocked eyebrow. "I don't know why you don't admit it. You are smitten with Cailyn, and she with you. It's silly, really, for you to go. Why not stay and court her?"

  Jamie moved away from his sister. "I have business to complete. I am not a man of leisure. Someone who spends life at sea cannot expect his wife to remain alone for months at a time."

  "Bah!" She waved his comment off. "You have enough money to allow yourself to no longer sail about the ocean hither and yon." Victoria crossed her arms and glared at him. "Personally I think you are afraid, dear brother. Love terrifies you."

  He ignored her comments and bent to kiss her brow. "I take my leave, Victoria. I've already given my appreciation and farewell to the laird and your husband."