Almost gnashing her teeth with frustration, Beth pushed him back sharply, reached down to grab his linen shirt and began wrenching it out from where it was tucked into his black jeans. She started to work at the buttons then, but her hands were shaking and uncoordinated, and in the end she lost it and simply ripped the shirt open, popping the buttons as she went.
The action seemed to incite Scotty. Growling deep in his throat, he caught the back of her head and dragged her back against him so that he could claim her mouth in another searing kiss. Beth kissed him in return, but her hands were busy, skating over his chest, squeezing his pecs and then gliding down his stomach until one found the hardness between his legs.
Scotty sucked in a sharp breath as she began to rub him through the material, and Beth echoed the action as his excitement swept through her. Craving more of that, she used her free hand to unsnap his jeans as she continued to caress him, but the moment they were undone she released him to push his jeans over his hips and free his erection.
Scotty threw his head back on a guttural shout as her hand closed around him, and Beth muttered something even she didn’t understand as his pleasure echoed through her. But when she then began to run her hand firmly up and down, Scotty knocked her hands away and reached for the waist of her jeans. They were undone almost before Beth’s mind could catch up with what he was doing, and then Scotty dropped to a crouch before her so that he could drag them down over her hips, taking her underwear with them.
Beth stepped out of first one leg and then the other at his urging, and then gasped as he tossed them aside and leaned forward to press a kiss to the juncture between her legs. It was just a quick kiss, as if in greeting, and then he straightened and stepped into her waiting arms.
There was no more foreplay. Scotty didn’t even remove his own jeans. He merely caught her by the waist, lifted her up and then lowered her onto the hard shaft she’d freed. Beth clung to his shoulders and groaned as he filled her. The dreams truly hadn’t done him justice. When the man entered her he was hot and hard and filled her to capacity. And then he pressed her back against the SUV again and began to withdraw and thrust into her until the only thing she was aware of was the growing tension in her body.
Beth knew she was feeling his pleasure along with her own, and that was the cause of the overwhelming excitement and wave after wave of mounting pleasure surging through her . . . and she reveled in it. She wanted it to go on forever. She just wanted him to keep on pounding into her until the end of days. But too soon she was throwing her head back and screaming as the tension exploded between them. Those waves of pleasure immediately rolled over her head, drowning her and drawing her down into the waiting darkness.
Ten
Beth shifted sleepily and rolled onto her side, frowning when she searched for her pillow and couldn’t find it. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring through a tinted window at Scotty’s back.
Blinking in confusion, she glanced around. She was lying naked in the back of an SUV with Scotty’s linen shirt laid over her. It was her only covering. The moment Beth saw that, her memory came rushing back.
This was not the first time she’d woken. The first time she’d been on the floor of the garage. Scotty had awoken before her and was leaning over her, suckling at her breast as his hand worked between her legs, stirring her passions again. Beth had taken him by surprise and let him know she was awake by rolling him onto his back and quickly mounting him. The concrete had been cold and hard under her knees, but he’d been hot and hard inside her, and she’d ridden him until they both shouted their pleasure.
The next time, Beth had actually woken first to find herself lying on top of Scotty with her cheek on his chest. After a hesitation, she’d carefully eased herself up. She was standing with her feet on either side of his hips, about to move one leg so that she could go find her clothes, when his eyes opened and his hands rose to grab her calves. They’d stared at each other briefly, and then he’d sat up and kissed her inner thigh, and then higher, and Beth had grabbed his head to help her stay upright as he drove them both back to the edge of madness.
The third time she’d woken up, Scotty was carrying her around to the back of the SUV.
“The floor was cold,” he’d explained wryly when he saw she was awake. He’d set her down behind the vehicle then, and when he’d turned to open the hatchback, she couldn’t resist running her hands over his strong back and pressing her nose to his skin to inhale his scent. Scotty had stilled with the door open and then had turned with a groan to kiss her, his hands traveling everywhere. The next thing Beth knew, she was leaning into the back of the SUV and he was thrusting into her from behind, and they were both crying out again and embracing the darkness.
This was her fourth time waking up, and they were no longer alone, Beth realized as she became aware of the muffled male voices coming from outside the SUV. Clutching Scotty’s shirt to her chest, she sat up and spotted the man Scotty was talking to. It was one of the trio who had arrived that day. Magnus, the one who had apparently been spying on her for the last hundred years.
Turning away from them for now, Beth looked around for her clothes. But of course those would still be lying on the garage floor beside the SUV, she realized, and then sighed and quickly pulled Scotty’s shirt on. Beth tugged it closed in the front, but that was the best she could do. She’d been so desperate to get it off him, she’d ripped the damned thing open, popping all the buttons.
Sighing, Beth glanced out the window again. Scotty and Magnus were still talking, but they were also moving away from the SUV, and she was quite relieved to see that he was wearing his jeans. Whether he’d donned them before or after Magnus had arrived, Beth didn’t know, and she really supposed it didn’t matter. She doubted it had taken more than a heartbeat for the man to figure out what they’d been doing out here in the garage all this time.
That thought made her wonder just how long they’d been out here. How long did those bliss faints last when life mates mated? Beth had no idea, but if she were to go by the hunger cramping her stomach, she’d guess they’d been out here for several hours at least.
That distracted her for a moment, and then Beth realized Scotty was ushering Magnus out of the garage. Relieved that she could now get out and find her pants, she shifted to crawl to the hatchback and then paused to glance toward the two men. They were at the entrance. Magnus stepped out even as she looked, and Scotty leaned against the open door and nodded at something the man was saying.
Deciding that was probably the best time for her to do it, Beth opened the SUV’s hatchback and slid out, then rushed around gathering her clothes. She found her jeans first, and then searched for her underwear. They were nowhere to be found, but she did find her torn T-shirt and her bra.
Giving up on her panties for now, Beth quickly tugged her jeans on, did them up and found her underwear when they fell out of the bottom of her jeans. Grimacing, she snatched them up and shoved them in her pocket. She then turned her attention to her bra, only to grimace when she saw that it had been torn where it connected at the front between the two cups. Beth didn’t recall it happening. Actually, she couldn’t remember it being removed at all, but things had gotten a bit wild a time or two, so . . .
“Ye’re awake.”
Beth glanced around to see Scotty hurrying back toward her. Retreating from his reaching arms, Beth grimaced and said with a little embarrassment, “I need a shower. And we should probably go get those groceries. I’m rather hungry.”
“Ah, no need to get the groceries,” Scotty told her almost apologetically. “Odilia and Donny took care of that yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” Beth echoed blankly, and then understanding struck and she asked with alarm, “It’s Sunday? What time—” The question died on her lips as she glanced toward the dirty windows and noted the light managing to get inside. It wasn’t the gray light of early dawn. In fact, it looked like the bright light of early afternoon.
“It’s all right,” he assured her. “It’s only eleven o’clock. We have time to get to the airfield.”
“Oh my God,” Beth breathed, rushing for the door.
“Wait, Beth!” Scotty followed on her heels. “We need to talk.”