The first thing I did when I got home after the library incident was take a cold shower. I was so damn hard, rock-fooking-hard. But the shower did nothing but make me want tae grab my cock and jerk off, relieving myself and the pressure in my bollocks.

Once I was dried off, I grabbed a beer, sat down, and took a long pull. The taste of hops filled my tongue, coating it, seeming tae make my desire worse. Maybe drinking wouldn’t help my arousal. But right now I needed something tae try and ease the stiffness in my entire body.

I downed the rest of my beer and grabbed another, popping the cap and taking another long swig. The cool liquid slid down my throat. I kne’ nothing could happen between Molly and me … nothing should happen between us, right?

It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman—years, in fact—and never had I felt this kind of possessiveness and need for a female. I wanted Molly like a fiend. I needed her like I needed tae breathe.

And as fast as this all seemed tae be happening, I couldn’t have slowed things down if I even wanted tae.

I was so fooking hard, stiff as a lead pipe. I should have jerked off in the shower, but I kne’ it wouldn’t have helped. But even knowing that, I reached down and palmed myself. Of course I couldn’t help but picture Moly and what I wanted tae do tae her.

Her glorious naked body on my bed—or hell, bent over a desk. Yeah, I could see her ready and willing for me, primed and soaked. I went back to picturing her on my bed, her legs spread, her pussy on display. Her fire-colored hair would spill over my pillow. She’d smell like me.

She’d watch me quietly, waiting for me to tell her what to do. We’d both want it though. And that’s when I’d tell her to spread those pretty pussy lips for me.

And she’d do so instantly.

I closed my eyes and really put myself in the fantasy. I groaned as I felt pleasure shoot up my spine.

“Say you’re mine, lass.”

“I’m yours, Alastair.” Her flesh, so pink and wet, glistened under the dim lighting. She was so fooking ready for me. Only me. Her back was arched, and her breasts were thrust forward, the tips pink, hard. They begged for my mouth, for me to taste them, run my teeth and tongue along the stiff peaks.

But I couldn’t move. “Touch yourself for me, Molly lass.”

She obeyed so nicely as she brought one of her hands to her mouth and rubbed her fingers along the seam of her lips. Slowly, while still watching me, she sucked on one, then two fingers, mimicking the act of giving me head. In and out she moved the digits between her full, red lips.

When she removed them, a resounding pop filled the room and caused my cock tae jerk violently. She moved her fingers down tae her pussy, and I held my breath.

I watched as she played with her clit, rubbing the bud between the digits and making these little sounds in her throat. She was beautiful, and I’d be claiming that pussy like no other had before.

A harsh groan left me when she slid her fingers down her clit, circled her pussy hole, and then shoved them deep inside. I held my breath as she pumped the digits in and out. Seconds of torturous pleasure washed through me as I watched her.

Her high moan filled the room.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I all but tore off my clothes and went to her. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and presented them to me. I greedily sucked those glistening digits intae my mouth, tasting her, getting drunk off the flavor on my tongue.

I let out a harsh sound as I came in my hand, my seed coating my fingers, my pleasure so fooking high I’d never touch the ground again. I opened my eyes, breathing out harshly, so damn needy for her even after I spent myself, that I kne’ being with Molly would be better than anything I’d ever experienced.

And I was done waiting.

* * *

I had no clue what had gotten into me. All I could think about was the library, and how I’d lied and said I needed help with a paper when I really didn’t. But seeing Mr. McGowan standing there, looking so damn good in that kilt, his brooding expression turning me on, had made common sense leave me.

I tapped my pen on the table, not able to focus on anything else. I heard the front door open and close, and knew Ruby, my roommate, was home. She was laughing as she came around the corner and into the kitchen. I saw she was on the phone, but it was the conversation she was having that had me sitting up straighter.

“Girl, I’m not lying. He was wearing a kilt, and although I never thought that would be hot, girl…” She started fanning herself, and then laughed. She lifted her hand when she finally saw me sitting there. “Hey, girl,” she said softly to me. “Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to whomever she was on the phone with, and hung up a second later.

I felt my face heat. For long seconds she didn’t say anything as she got something out of the fridge. She sat down across from me, smiled, and I could see in her expression—and feel on my face—that she knew something was up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked and took a drink straight from the orange juice container.

“Nothing,” I said and looked at my papers, trying to focus, trying to appear like I was fine when I really wasn’t. I glanced up when the silence stretched on. “Just guy stuff.”

She looked at me as if she wanted to press, but we weren’t close like that, and I knew she wouldn’t.

I hoped she wouldn’t, at least.

I was already on the verge of breaking some rules, university and moral, but at the moment I wasn’t about to care.

At the moment all I wanted was Alastair McGowan.