The Virgin. Tiffany Reisz

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      “Why do you need Søren to take his pants off?” Nora asked. “I mean, other than the usual reason.”

      Kingsley pointed down at himself.

      “That’s why,” he said.

      Nora looked at him. He wore a black shirt and had his hair pulled back in a ponytail. His feet were bare; he looked like a pirate or a rogue or both and none of this was unusual. Except for one thing. Every man in the wedding party had already been given their formal wear.

      So instead of his usual clothes, Kingsley wore a kilt.

      “Juliette has a kilt fetish?” Nora asked, now understanding Kingsley’s panic.

      “A newly discovered kilt fetish,” Kingsley said. “She’s had me three times yesterday and three times today already—”

      “You’re her Dominant,” Søren reminded him. “Satisfying her needs is your job.”

      Kingsley ignored him. “She’s hunting me down for a fourth. I’m a man, not a machine. I feel violated, used...”

      “You’re being melodramatic. You know you love it,” Søren said.

      “Why does she keep calling me Connor in bed?” Kingsley asked.

      “This explains why she’s always trying to make me watch Highlander with her,” Nora said as she stood up in front of the fireplace.

      Nora looked at Søren and awaited his verdict.

      “Please don’t make me go,” Kingsley said in a pleading tone. “I swear it’ll break off if she gets her hands on me again.”

      Søren delivered his judgment.

      “Throw him out.”

      “You heard the man,” Nora said as she strode to the door, her feet tingling on the cold stone floor. “The priest has spoken.”

      “I’ll be dead by morning,” Kingsley said, pressing his back to the door.

      “We’ll miss you very much.” Nora reached past him for the door bar. “I have my collar on. I have to follow orders.”

      “I’ll beg for my life. How’s that?” Kingsley looked straight at Søren.

      “Beg then,” Søren said as he dug through his suitcase and pulled out a T-shirt. He was a cruel man and putting on clothes was the most sadistic of all the many cruelties he inflicted on his lovers. “I’d like to hear this.”

      “He’s in a mood,” Nora said to Kingsley. “I had to beg for my orgasm.”

      “I can beg. I’ll beg.”

      Nora crossed her arms and waited. She hoped Kingsley would find a way to earn his way into staying. She’d missed him too these past few weeks she’d been gone.

      “S’il vous plaît, mon ami, mon amour, mon coeur, mon maître, mon monstre, I will do anything if you let me stay. Anything at all.”

      “Anything?” Søren repeated. “Define anything.”

      Kingsley looked at Nora then he crooked his finger at Søren.

      Søren sighed and walked over to Kingsley, who cupped his face and whispered something. Nora strained to hear what Kingsley said to Søren, but his voice was too low and his French too rapid. But whatever he said must have been good. Søren’s eyes widened.

      Søren met her eyes. “He can stay.”

      “Merci, mon amant.” Kingsley took Søren’s face in his hands and kissed him first on each cheek and then on the mouth. Nora rolled her eyes. “You have saved me. Bless you.”

      Kingsley released Søren, walked to the fireplace and warmed his feet and hands. It was spring in Scotland and the castle was drafty. She almost felt sorry for all the men running around in kilts. Their pain. Her gain.

      “It’s good you’re here anyway,” Nora said as she returned to her suitcase. “I have something from Nico for you.”

      She pulled a bottle of wine out of her suitcase and a small envelope.

      “‘Rosanella Petite Syrah, 2004,’” Kingsley read the label aloud. “I have such a good son.”

      “He says it’s the best vintage so far. He sent six bottles with me.”

      “We’ll save it for the reception tomorrow then.” Kingsley opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper. Nora peeked over Kingsley’s shoulder. Reading French wasn’t her strong suit but even she knew enough to recognize the words With love from your son, Nico. Kingsley grinned at the note before folding it again and slipping it into his sporran. “He’s inviting us all to the vineyard’s one-hundred-year anniversary fête this fall. He says it wouldn’t be a real celebration without me, Juliette and Céleste there.”

      “You better go then,” Nora said. “You wouldn’t want to ruin his party.” Her relationship with Nico hadn’t been easy for Kingsley to accept at first. He’d never been angry with her, not really, but he’d struggled as they all had, herself included. But after some time, some talking, Kingsley had given them his blessing. While Kingsley had loved his son from the moment he knew of his existence, Nico rebelled at the idea of accepting any man but the man who’d raised him as his father. But Nora had served as a bridge between father and son, and step by step, story by story she’d led Nico by the hand to Kingsley’s side. Kingsley had Juliette as his submissive, Søren as his Dominant. He didn’t need Nora in his bed anymore for either purpose. What Kingsley needed far more was his son’s love, and that Nora had given him.

      “Thank you for this,” Kingsley said, folding up the invitation and tucking it back in the envelope. She knew he wasn’t thanking her simply for delivering the mail.

      “My pleasure,” Nora said, and kissed him on the cheek.

      “So what will we do tonight?” Kingsley asked as he left the heat of the fireplace and walked to the window. Outside the storm continued its assault on the castle. “Tell ghost stories? It’s a good night for it.”

      “Perhaps Eleanor would be willing to tell us about the time she, and I quote, ‘fucked a nun’ at her mother’s convent,” Søren said, sitting on the bed and stacking a large red pillow behind his back.

      “You fucked a nun at your mother’s convent?” Kingsley asked, turning back to stare at her askance. “When did that happen?”

      “That year,” Nora said, and Kingsley winced. He knew what she meant, as well.

      “And you never told me?” Kingsley asked.

      “How is me sleeping with a nun any of your business?”

      “Because it’s you sleeping with a nun,” Kingsley said with dramatic emphasis. “That is the very definition of my business. I need to know what she looked like, her name, if she had small breasts or large. Do you have pictures of her and you together? СКАЧАТЬ