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He was trying to kill you.That was the only conclusion that you could come to for what you were witnessing right now. He was flat out, with a smile, trying to fucking kill you.And he was succeeding.You sucked in a breath as he walked past you, a smug smirk on his face, a bottle of beer at his lips. You narrowed your eyes to a glare as he winked. Fucking asshole.“You alright there Y/N?” Your attention was captured by your friend beside you.
“Fine.” You muttered, taking a large swig from your glass of wine. “Just fucking fine.”“You’re looking at him like you want to eat him.” she laughed. “What’s the deal?’“I’m looking at him like I’m pissed off at him.”“Why? Did he do something? Do I have to kill him?”“Because he’s an ass. He wore a fucking kilt to a barbeque and no, I’m going to kill him myself.”“Why on earth would you be upset that he wore a kilt?” she wondered aloud, tilting her head as Jack ran across the lawn. “He looks amazing in it.”“That’s just the fucking problem.” you downed the last of your wine, sending a baleful glance in his direction.She was apparently oblivious as she sighed, watching Jack bend over to grab a bag of charcoal, kilt riding up the back of his bare legs.“You think he wears underwear under that thing?”You knew full well Jack wasn’t wearing a damn thing under it, he was nothing if not traditional and your raised brow had her moaning in appreciation.“Y/N you might just well be the luckiest woman on earth.”“Yeah, right, that’s me….lucky, lucky, lucky.”You watched him from behind the rim of a new glass, feeling a slight buzz coming on. You were lucky, you reminded yourself. In the grand scheme of things you were incredibly lucky, you loved your job, you lived in a city that you loved and you had arguably the world’s most perfect man. You just weren’t…..lucky.He’d been away in New Zealand filming for 8 weeks and had only flown in the night before, dead on his feet and passing out before even reaching his bed. There hadn’t been time for a proper hello this morning before you’d had to be here, the engagement party for two of your best friends, the couple who’d introduced you.While he’s been away it had been easier to deal with the need. Long torrid phone calls, Skype, there had been many occasions to relieve some of the tension that came from missing one another. But after missing his physical touch for so long, having him within arm’s reach was killing you.And he knew it.Just like he knew, from one phone call in particular that you had a definite and strong thing for him in a kilt. He’d never worn one as long as you’d known him, but you had seen pictures and they served to drive you crazy.So the fact that he was walking around your friend’s backyard wearing one, after not having put his hands on you in two months had you all hot and bothered. In more ways than one.The smug bastard was playing a game. He liked to tease, he loved to taunt and he lived to rile you up because he knew that you couldn’t stay mad at him for more than a few minutes. He was certainly testing those limits today.Everytime he bent down, ran or even moved he would look over to you, that smirk on his face, laughing to himself when you would look away which red cheeks. When the guys all got together and pulled out a table for ping pong you knew you were going to be a goner.“Y/N, you know two can play at that game right?” you looked over to your friend, confused. “What on earth are you talking about?”“Tease the bastard right back. He can sure dish it out, I mean he’s got every woman here practically panting for him, but can he take it?”A smile spread across your face, sly and devious just as Jack happened to look in your direction again, paddle in hand. Oh you could definitely play this game.With a saucy grin you blew him a kiss, enjoying the suspicious look on his face. He was wondering exactly what you were up to.Turning your back on him to talk to your group of friends you giggled, knowing he was wanting you to watch him.Wanting you to want him.For ten minutes you kept your back turned, listening to the sound of the ball hitting the paddles, the groans and cheers of those playing. Jack’s frustrated grunts as he lost the round. You turned as he started another round, allowing yourself to appreciate the fine view before you, the fabric of his shirt stretched tight over straining muscles, the kilt swaying wildly with every jump he made, strong thighs peeking through and disappearing again.You made a valiant effort to look unaffected despite the pooling heat in your lower belly. Even when he winked at you again sending a shiver down your spine you looked bored. He started losing more as he tried to show off, earning no reaction from you. His cheeks were red, his eyes determined as he leapt for a shot, falling on his face in the grass, kilt riding up to bare one pale butt cheek and earning him the laughing derision of his mates.The arrow shot of want that stabbed you was well hidden by your wine glass when he looked up to see you shrug in sympathy.“What’s the matter hot stuff? Lost your skill? Bet your girl can even beat the snot out of you!”Jack’s mates were laughing uproariously as they helped him up, another game starting as he stood there looking thunderous. You were at the bar, pouring some water when he came striding over. You stood still, letting him shift in behind you, one hand on your hip as he reached over your shoulder for a beer.“Sorry you lost your game babe.” you simpered, with mock sympathy.“What makes ye think the game’s over, lassie?” his voice was rough in your ear, chest flush against your back. “I havena lost anythin yet, we’ve go all day tae play.”Fuck.You shivered, you couldn’t help yourself and you hated the smug chuckle he emitted as he felt it. “Cold baby?” Out of view behind the bar his fingers skated up your thigh, under your skirt. “I could warm ye up, right here. No one would ever know.” A low moan escaped you as his fingers brushed between your legs, his teeth sinking gently into your shoulder. “Maybe not.” he chuckled, moving his hand away. “You couldna keep quiet enough.”He stepped back and to the side so he was facing you. His smile was firmly in place, eyes dark with want as he sipped his beer. To anyone looking, you were having a nice, normal conversation. “ I missed ye last night.”“You passed out, I couldn’t lug your heavy ass up those stairs.”“Tha’s no what I meant.”“I know what you meant, Jack. You didn’t have to miss me this morning.”“Darlin, after 8 weeks of havin only me hand tae sleep with the last thing I wanted was a quick fuck on the couch.”“Better than nothing.” you muttered under your breath causing him to laugh.“While I’m flattered that ye cannae seem tae keep yer hands off me, a quickie isna good enough.”“And this is?” you cringed at the sound of desperation in your voice.“Aye, much better.” he leaned over to rest his head against yours, one hand cupping the back of your neck. Your hands came to rest on his hips, the wool of his tartan rough under your fingers. “It’s turnin me on so fuckin much, seein ye want me.”“How can you even tell?”“I know ye, I know how yer cheeks get all flushed, and ye start bitin yer lip. Besides, ye can try tae hide it, good job by the way, but I can practically taste how much ye want me right now, darlin. No sense in even tryin tae deny it.”You felt your knees buckle as he pulled you into what looked like an innocent hug.“I won’t make ye wait too long, I promise.”“You bastard. Maybe I’ll say no, maybe I’ll do it just to spite you.”“Oh baby, ye can try, we both know ye’re foolin yerself. I’ll have ye on yer knees before this party is even over. And then….” he pressed his mouth against your neck. “ I’ll fuck ye so hard ye’ll be seein stars fer a week.”“Jesus Christ.”“Not quite, luv, but at least ye got the first letter right.” He chuckled as you shivered in his arms. “Now let’s go eat.”He pulled you along behind him, looking as though absolutely nothing had just happened, like he hadn’t just had his hand under your skirt or been whispering dirty promises in your ear. You, on the other hand, you could feel the redness in your cheeks, the weakness in your legs and your heart hammering away. Everyone was going to know. Shit, most of them already knew, who were you fooling. The reaction you had to Jack had never been something you could hide and more often than not your friends were throwing things at you both and telling you to get a room. What could you do?Except play the game better than him.You made the effort to pull yourself together before sitting down at the big outdoor table, smiling serenely as conversation flowed. Jack took some pity on you, piling your plate with all the food he knew you liked, checking to make sure you were eating. At one point you looked up and met your friend’s eyes, she smiled knowingly inclining her head as if to encourage you. An evil smile split your face as you turned to the person next to you, one hand on your leg under the tablecloth. A few moments later, as you laughed at a joke you slid your palm over to rest on Jack’s bare knee, squeezing as if looking for support. He paused his conversation, leaning over to kiss your cheek to the awwweees of your friends before he turned away again. He was completely oblivious to your intentions.You felt his leg twitch as your palm slid to the inside of his knee, trailing a slow path up his thigh under the kilt. Letting it rest for a while you kept yourself turned away, talking, laughing all the while your fingernails ran delicately back and forth on the skin of his inner thigh. He shook his leg, attempting to move your hand but you pinched him instead, causing him to yelp.“You right there, Jacky boy?”“Yeah mate, jus fine, summan bit me.” he muttered, turning to you. “Quit it woman.”“Quit what, Jack?” you cooed, an innocent smile on your face. He grunted, his hand grabbing yours under the table and holding it tightly away from his leg. “I thought you liked this game, baby.” you giggled, turning in your seat as speeches began, leaning against Jack, your head on his shoulder.He growled.You still had one hand free and with the way everyone was positioned there was nothing Jack could do to stop you without embarrassing himself. Your head still innocently on his shoulder your hand slid under his kilt again, fingers barely brushing against his thigh. As the speeches went on you kept your fingers on his skin, creeping up slowly, closer and closer to your goal. “Y/N.” he hissed out a warning.You giggled, knuckles rasping against the length of him. He swallowed hard, fingers squeezing yours hard as he squirmed minutely in his seat. His habit of manspreading whenever he sat down was making your task so much easier and his position so much more difficult. His head was down, teeth clenched against his fist as he tried to stay in control. You barely touched him, your fingers feather-light, the objective was to torment him, not give him any semblance of satisfaction. Still, he was rigid under your fingertips, his legs twitching with every touch, his breath hitching as he pretended to pay attention to anything other than what you were doing.
As the speeches ended you slid your hand away, knowing you had left him in a state. Standing up you kissed his cheek, leaving him sitting there, unable to move from the table until he had calmed himself down. But would bet any amount of money he was wishing he had worn jeans right at this moment.From across the yard you caught his eye, blowing him a kiss as he glared hard at you, his eyes letting you know you were going to pay.You looked forward to it.You almost felt sorry for him as he sat alone, slumped in his seat while everyone partied around him. Almost. You also remembered the way he’d been teasing you all day without any thought for the consequences. This was simply a taste of his own medicine.Almost half an hour passed before you saw him stand out the corner of your eye and you took a deep breath, knowing your comeuppance was upon you. He strode toward you as though he didn’t have a care in the world, his arm sliding around your waist possessively. To everyone else it looked like a sweet moment, an innocent little cuddle but you felt fingers dig into your hip, heard the whisper meant only for you.“Ye’re gonna pay fer tha.”You smirked at him, seeing the slightly desperate look in his eyes, loving the power play going on between you. The knowledge that you were more than a match for him was evident in both your gazes. There was really only one thing left to do.“Excuse us fer a moment.”He led you across the yard, pausing to talk, making sure your progress went relatively unobserved. When you reached the side of the house all pretense was gone, he pulled you along behind him through the gardens, his face hard and determined. There was a small garden shed, out of sight of everything and your breath caught as he tugged you toward it. Yanking open the door he pushed you inside, looking around before locking it behind you.In the cool murkiness you stood, sizing one another up, neither one of you wanting to be the one who gave in first. Your eyes raked over him, from his flushed cheeks slowly, all the way down to his bare feet and back. His eyes challenged you and you licked your lips.It was over.“Fuck it.” Jack muttered a split second before he was on you.His tongue was halfway down your throat before you could even take a breath, his lips mashed against yours as he hauled you against him, hands grabbing at your rear as your body pushed him against the wall. Eight weeks of craving him had built up to this moment, you wanted him so badly you thought you would die from it. You didn’t want slow, or sweet or thorough, you just wanted to take and be taken, to feel him inside you, chasing away the emptiness.His fingers tangled in your hair, not caring if he messed it up, his teeth bit at your mouth with no finesse, no skill just raw need. You thought he was going to swallow you whole. His thigh moved back and forth between your legs, pressing hard against your core as his hands on your ass held your hips still. Moaning against his mouth one hand pulled his hair, pushing his head away from you against the wall. Your other hand slid down, your eyes watching his face as your fingers closed around his erection through the kilt. His whole body jerked, his eyes rolling in his head, mouth open as he tried to breathe.You smiled, shoving the fabric aside, your palm enclosing him, sliding along his length slowly enough to cause him agony. “Get on yer knees.” he growled, his hips grinding against your hand. “NOW.”You slid down to the floor while he frantically tucked fabric into his waistband and out of the way. He looked down at you and your heart skipped at the desperate lust in his gaze. One hand slid around to the back of your head, gripping your hair firmly, his thumb grazing across your swollen lips, coaxing your mouth open. Your tongue met the pad of his thumb, sucking it into your mouth and feeling emboldened by the satisfied smile he gave you.“I told ye I’d have ya on yer knees before the party was over.”That he had, and you honestly didn’t mind in the slightest. He pulled his fingers away from your mouth, leaning back against the wall, your signal. Keeping your eyes on his you ran the flat of your tongue along the length of him, relishing the hiss as breath left his body and he bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud. There was moment, you flicked your tongue just under the head, a spot you knew drove him crazy, and you felt his legs shake, his free hand slamming against the wood as he tried to keep quiet.He was completely yours as your lips closed around him, sliding along, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him in as deep as you could handle.“Fuck, jus like tha baby.” he grunted, his hand in your hair holding you against him as his hips slowly rolled. Still looking up at him you felt the throbbing between your thighs, the sight of him like this such a turn on for you. You worked at him, loving the ache forming in your jaw, the erratic jerking of his body the groans that escaped through his clenched teeth.“God, thas so fuckin good, ye’re gonna make me cum.”You were ready, he was the only man you’d ever willingly done that for, the only one who made you enjoy it, every aspect of his pleasure causing you more. Your thighs clenched together as you tried to relieve the pressure, your free hand sneaking under your skirt.“No. Stand up.”Surprised you released him, standing as he commanded. His hand was still in your hair as he yanked you hard against him, teeth biting at your neck. You shivered, your whole body screaming with need, his fingers pulling at your tank top to expose your breasts.“Tell me what ye want.”“You, I want you.” you managed to pant as his head came down to your chest, tongue rasping across your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, hard. You bit down hard on your lip to keep from crying out, hot pleasure shooting through you making your knees weak.“Thas not wha I meant.” he growled against your chest, looking up at you. “What. Do, Ye. Want?”“Oh God.” you yelped as his fingers slid into your underwear, dancing across your clit as you writhed against him.“No even close, luv and unless it’s my name ye’re moaning I’ll no be touchin ye.”To back up his threat he started to pull his hand back.“Jack!” you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “I’m sorry, Jack.”“Thas better.” he smiled. “Now, I asked ye a question and I expect an answer.”You nodded, trying to calm your breathing enough to speak as he slid a finger easily inside you.“Ye’re so fuckin ready fer me, aren’t ye?”“I want….I want…” you tried to speak, your brain a scrambled mess as his mouth worked at your breasts, his finger curling inside, your whole body shuddering as you tried to hold yourself upright.“Tell me baby, I wan tae hear ye say it.” he growled against your ear now, two fingers working their way into you. “I want you inside me.” you managed to gasp out. He chuckled against your ear, easing away his fingers and lifting you up, hands on your rear as he turned you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. He shoved aside your knickers roughly, positioning himself at your entrance. Your head dropped to his shoulder as he thrust hard, pushing deep inside, his shirt muffled your scream as he filled you, finally. He didn’t move, just grunted against your ear as your muscles clenched and unclenched around him. “Nothin will ever feel as good as it feels when I’m inside ye.” he tilted your hips away from the wall, sliding in deeper. “God I missed this.”All you could do was whimper as he held you up, his mouth working at your neck as you tried to move against him.“Uh uh, ye haf tae tell me what ye want.”“I did.” you keened, as his fingers dug hard into your hips, holding you still.“Ye said ye wanted me inside ye, so I’m inside ye.” he laughed against your ear.“You bastard.” “Yeah, but ye love me.”“Jack, please.” you begged. “Please, fuck me, please.”“As ye wish me lady.”You moaned as he pulled out of you, your hands clasping at his hips attempting to bring him back. When he did, hard and smooth you head went flying back, banging against the wall.“Tha sounded painful.” he stopped his movements again, checking to make sure you were ok.“Nothing compared to the pain you’re going to be in if you don’t fucking move, Lowden.” you muttered through gritted teeth.“Be a good gurul.” he grunted, rolling his hips, his hand sliding to try get between your thighs. “Fuck, I cannae get at ye this way.”In a heartbeat he hand you pulled away from the wall, turning you around and walking you over to the work table in the center of the shed. He sat you on the edge, palms pushing your legs wide apart, his thumbs brushing against your clit. You cried out, propping yourself up on your hands and looking down, watching him slide slowly in and out of you. “Shhhhhhhhh. He whispered suddenly, ceasing all movement, his hands moving to the table.
There were voices outside the shed, people milling about the garden, idly chatting and completely oblivious.You hoped.Looking up at Jack you saw his face split into a devilish grin.You gulped.He pushed you back, easing your back against the table. Still buried inside you he moved your arms above your head, clasping your fingers around the table edge. Hold on, he mouthed, winking when you nodded, a small moan escaping you as his hips shifted. Jack leaned over you, propping himself up on one elbow, the palm of his hand clamping down over your mouth.“Ye have tae be quiet Y/N.” he whispered against your ear, his hips finding a solid, rhythm, pounding into you so hard you thought the whole shed would shake. Noises escaped your throat, muffled into almost nothing by his hand. Using your hands as leverage you pushed your body to meet every thrust of his, pulling him deeper.“Shhhhhh baby, do ye wan all our friends to know what we’re doin in here, hmm? Do ye wan them tae hear me fuckin ye senseless?”You shook your head, but you still couldn’t help but moan as he pounded into you.“Ye jus can’t help it can ye? Tell me. Tell me how good I feel.”He moved his hand off your mouth, splaying it across your neck, holding your head still as he caught your eyes. “God Jack! You feel incredible!” You breathed, loving the way his eyes flared and his lips curled.“No one else could ever make ye feel this good, lass, no one.”“No one.” you agreed, meaning it as your body started shaking.His hand came over your mouth again, free hand sliding down the front of you, between your legs. You almost flew off the table as his fingers found you, fingernails scraping and flying, sparks shooting through you, gasping and writhing against him.“Ye feel incredible.” he whispered roughly. “Ye feel so fuckin good, so hot and wet and tight….and all because o me. I can never get enough o this, never.”His fingers flew, hips thrusting wildly as you felt yourself getting closer, the pressure between your thighs building. He recognized the signs and grinned down at you.“I’m no goin tae last, I’m goin tae cum inside ye darlin. God! Fer the rest o the night I’m goin tae look at ye, talking tae everyone, all the while knowing tha I’m on yer thighs, still inside ye. Knowin ye’re mine. Only fuckin mine. That I was the one just buried inside ye, that I’m the only one tae have ye on yer knees. MINE!”You screamed against his hand, his words sending you over the edge, exploding with spasms of pleasure all radiating from where he moved inside you. Your whole body shuddered as you rode the wave, heels drumming against his rear, your hands white knuckled against the wood. Jack’s movements became erratic, harder, faster as he slid and pounded, grunting against your shoulder, teeth breaking the skin as he fought to stay silent, his orgasm ripping through him. You felt him twitch inside you, swell and jump, wet heat flooding you as he released, his body shaking, hips slowing as he was forced to come back down to Earth.You lay on the table, panting, hands coming to his hair, holding him against your chest. His hands found your face and he gazed up at you, his eyes soft and dreamy in the haze.“Welcome home baby.” you murmured.