There was a long pause, and Lacey kept nodding her head. I gritted my teeth. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted Mrs McNab to say yes or no.
“Well?” I whispered.
She placed her index finger on her lips.
I glared at Jonas as if he was responsible for his sister’s actions.
“Yes, that would be marvellous. You’re a star. We’ll be there tomorrow, if that’s all right?” Lacey said.
She hung up the phone and smiled at me.
I frowned. “Wait. Anthony McNab. He was the guy you went out with in secondary school.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Briefly.”
“Lacey—”
“For fuck’s sake, Rory. It’s a small place. It’s inevitable I would go out with someone I’ll run into every now and then.”
Jealousy burned through me like acid. “You kissed him.”
“And now I’m doing a lot more than kissing you, sweetie.” She patted me on the cheek and turned on her heel. Her tone had been condescending, and I looked to Jonas for backup. He shrugged.
“You’re better looking by a long shot. I can assure you.” Jonas grinned, and patted me on the back.
“Really?”
“Yeah, and you have more style. Plus, I prefer you as a big brother. Tony McNab is a bit of a douche. She found that out when she found him kissing some tramp behind the local shop one night.”
“He didn’t break her heart,” I pointed out.
“He did. In a sixteen-year-old, heart-breaking way. It was sad to watch.”
“Did you try to kick his arse?”
“I let down the tyres on his bike.”
I high-fived him and we said our goodbyes, promising to meet at the Kendrick’s house the next evening.
WE WERE IN ONE OF THE wooded sections part way up Loch Lomond, when Lacey ordered me to pull off the road into one of the parking places. The weather was crappy. Drizzling and grey which was fine if we stayed in the car, but it made for a disinteresting journey without all the sights. The low-hanging clouds obscured the top of Ben Lomond, the mountain on the other side of the loch.
“You okay?” I asked, swivelling on my seat to look at her. We hadn’t slept until late the night before, which was why I opted to drive. My Audi was also bigger than her Mini, making for a more comfortable journey.
“Yeah. Let’s take a walk.” She slid her hand up my thigh and ran her tongue over her lips to wet them.
“Sure.”
She stepped out the car and rounded it to pop the boot open and grab a spare jacket.
“What’s that for?” I furrowed my brow. She already had on a waterproof.
“You’ll see.”
I raised an eyebrow, yet I knew from experience not to question Lacey too much when she was on a roll.
She grabbed my hand and tramped through the woodland near the loch. We weaved through trees randomly, not following any path underfoot. The noise of cars from the main road turned into a low swish every so often, and Lacey stopped. Backing me up against a tree, she demanded, “Kiss me.”
I swept the area with my gaze. With no one in sight, I cupped her cheeks and delicately brushed my lips over hers. She tasted of the lemon sweets I kept in the car for long journeys.
“Rory!” she murmured against my lips, tugging at the back of my head. I relaxed and Lacey pushed her tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I moved my hands down over her arse and she pressed herself against me. Although there were jackets, sweaters, jeans, and underwear between us, my body reacted. I broke the kiss and ran my tongue along her jaw, inhaling the scent of damp hair mingling with her perfume. The crotch of my jeans was far too tight.
I leaned my head against the tree, panting as she moved her hand up and down the zip of my fly. “You’re trying to drive me insane, right? You’re making me hard.”
She dropped the extra jacket she’d brought on the ground and knelt in front of me. Staring up at me, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. “That was the point.”
When she reached up and started undoing the buckle of my belt, I covered her hands with mine. “Lace, I appreciate the sentiment, but we’re outside.”
“It’s not a dark alley in Glasgow. We’re miles from anywhere. I brought you far into the trees for a reason.”
“What if someone else stops here?”
She rolled her eyes and batted my hand away to continue undoing my jeans. “It’s a tiny parking place. No other car will be able to stop there because I made sure you parked right in the middle of it.”
“I can’t let you give me a blow job without giving you an orgasm in return.”
“Of course you can.” She smiled. “Please, Rory. Stop making this so hard.”
I glanced down as she pulled my cock out of my jeans and boxers and began to stroke. “It’s you making it hard, sunshine.”
She snickered.
I was about to protest again, but she took me into her mouth, and any resistance I may have put up left. I rested my head back against the tree and pushed my hips forward. If Lacey Kendrick wanted to give me head by the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond, who the fuck was I to complain?
She took me deep, gagging slightly but working my cock hard. I pushed down her hood to wrap my fingers in her hair, but she made a disgruntled sound and tugged it back up.
I chuckled. It seemed she was willing to suck me off like a champ, but not willing to get her hair wet in the process. Women. Who was I to understand them?
Placing my hands over her hood, I guided her. Even though she was completely clothed and giving me head in the drizzling rain in one of Scotland’s beauty spots, the sight was fucking hot. It didn’t get more perfect.
Fuck me. I was in heaven. No woman had got me so far down her throat before, and I was scared to move in case I choked her.
When she pulled back, I started thrusting, holding her head and watching for any signs of discomfort. Her warm wet mouth was nirvana, and I could have stayed like that forever. However, my balls tightened and a tingle formed in the base of my spine.
“Gonna come,” I managed. Much though I wanted to come in her mouth, I’d give her the option to move away if she wanted.
My little trooper stayed in place, stroking and sucking my cock as it spurted its load into her willing mouth. As I took over stroking my cock, she knelt back accepting the offering as I finished squeezing the last drops onto her outstretched tongue.
Some of my cum dripped down her chin. I leaned down and removed it with my finger, popping it in my mouth, then using the same finger to close her mouth before pressing my lips to hers.
“Best blow job ever,” I murmured against her.
She sat further back on her heels and scowled. “My previous ones were inferior?”
Shit.
“Your previous ones were perfect, but you seem to have done the impossible and topped perfection.”
A slow smile spread across her face and her pose relaxed. “You always were a smooth talker, Rory Thompson.”
“You always were the best girlfriend.” I tucked myself back into my clothing and helped her up, grabbing her spare jacket off the ground as I did so. It was my turn to push her against the tree. “Have I told you I love you?”
“You have.”