On the road

Emma’s POV
I wake up to a warm body spooning me; a strong muscular arm looped over my side; and a dick brushing my ass.

I slowly maneuver my body, first onto my back, and then onto the other side, so I can gaze at the face of this god-like creature who seems to want me in his life.

My gaze takes in his hair a black as a raven’s wing; his long thick lashes; his mouth with full lips and a sensual tilt; his strong roman nose; and his prominent cheekbones. I am aware of his lean hard body; his strong arms; his muscular legs. So beautiful, I think.

I have thrown my lot in with this man, and what do I actually know about him I think to myself. I don't even know how old he is, or what his family is like. Other than Fel. And werewolves seem to have some odd customs. I wonder if he has any other siblings. I wonder where the pack is based; and why I need to ride a horse; and how on earth we are going to find Brigadoon, as when I looked it up it is listed as a mythical village. Although it is in Scotland, so that’s something.

I go back to studying his face, as his eyes flutter open, this morning they are the same blue as cornflowers; bright and piercing.

‘Morning gorgeous,’ he says huskily. ‘Feeling better this morning? You passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow last night.’

I blush. He’s right I crashed out immediately last night, my body shutting down as soon as we had got into bed, not very fair on him.

‘Sorry,’ I start.

He puts a finger on my lips to silence me.

‘You have nothing to be sorry for. Now are you feeling any better?’ He asks again with a cheeky grin.

A quick self inventory and I realise I am feeling pretty good all things considered. My ribs and my wrist still ache a bit, but other than that I feel okay.

‘Much better thank you,’ I smile at him, then move in to steal a kiss.

He deepens the kiss, his hands stroking down my back and over my ass, then back up again. I writhe under his touch, a tingle running from his fingertips through my flesh stoking a fire in my loins. A wet, moist fire.

I feel something hard between us, then he crushes me to him; his hard cock pressed against my belly. His hand moves up, tangling into my hair at the nape of my neck. His kiss bruising, but as if his life depends upon it. My hands start to stroke and caress his body. A moan escapes our locked mouths.

We are startled by a loud bang on the door.

‘Oi you two lovebirds, get a move on, we roll in 30,’ yells Barlas from the other side of the door.

‘Bastard,’ Peter mutters. We sigh and break apart, then roll out of bed.

I race him to the bathroom and get there first. I am pleased to find a brand new toothbrush waiting for me. Clean teeth, a quick wash, and an empty bladder, andI feel more human.

Shit what will I wear? I am pretty certain the clothes I wore, was it, two days ago were fairly wrecked, and his t-shirts are great to sleep in, but not really daywear.

I emerge from the bathroom, a pensive look on my face.

‘What’s wrong Em?’ He asks.

‘I don’t have anything to wear,’ there is a wobble in my voice. Dear god, after everything that has happened, don’t say I am going to have a break down over something so stupid.

‘Yes you do,’ he reassures me. ‘We salvaged your stuff from the van. It is in that wardrobe… and Marc has arranged for the camper to be returned to the people you rented it from. Although I am not sure you will get your deposit back.’

I rush to the wardrobe and find my bags and my laptop sitting there for me. I beam a happy smile at him, then throw myself across the room to give him a thank you kiss.

‘Thank you, Peter,’ I say breathlessly, when I stop kissing him. ‘You have no idea how much that means to me.’

He laughs, ‘If that is all it takes to get kisses like that from you, I am going to spend my life doing them. Now get dressed before I decide to lock the door and ravish you woman.’

His hand slides up my leg, brushing his mark. I moan, as sparks of pleasure shoot through me, my knickers wet with desire. But now is not the time.

‘Hold that thought for later,’ he orders, a predatory smile on his lips.

‘Y-yes sir,’ and I am pulling clean underwear, jeans, a t-shirt and soft fleece out of my bags.

Quickly we dress and make our way into the main living area.

Barlas hands us each a coffee to go, and a pastry. The coffee is strong and black, just the way I like it. I dive into the crisp, soft maple pecan danish as we make our way to the lift.

‘Mmmm, you are a lifesaver Barlas.’ I moan. Snarfing down the Danish. Crumbs of pastry littering my top.

'Any chance of another?' I ask cheekily. I grin widely as a woman I don't recognise hands me a paperbag with a couple more in.

'Thank you, you are an angel,' I tell her.

The rest of the party laugh at me, as they grab the luggage from me and Peter, and we all make our way to the two Range Rovers in the drive.

Peter and I are snuggled together in the back of one, with Onan driving, and Jess is shotgun, as she is still concerned about my health. That left Barlas, Decebal and Griffin to follow in the other car.

Forty minutes into the drive Peter’s phone begins to ring. He pulls it out, and glances at the caller id.

‘Shit,’ he exclaims. I look questioningly at him as he answers the call.

‘Hi Jo,’ he says. ‘Calm down, don’t worry. I have her… I have your mum. She's safe. She’s with me now… do you want to talk to her?’

He passes the phone to me.

'Hi sweetheart,' I say a little sheepishly.

'Mum,' she screeches. 'I have been worried sick. The police weren't interested, saying you are an adult and there was nothing to suggest foul play… then I couldn't get hold of Peter… I have been going out of my mind'

'Sorry, it has been mental, I didn't think.' I tell her.

'And that makes it okay, does it mum?'

'No you are right, it doesn't. And you getting hold of Peter saved my life.'

'What the hell happened to you?' she asks.

'Not over the phone please,' I beg her.

'Are you on you way home then?'

'Errrr no.... look, there has been an emergency with Peter's family. We are on our way to them, but where they live is a little… remote,' I say, picking my words carefully. 'I might not have any signal. Hopefully this won't take too long. Please don't worry I will fill you in when I see you.'

'Oh god, it never rains but it pours… I can tell you are in the middle of something, but I expect a full update soon.'

I am so blessed to have such an understanding child.

'Thank you sweetie. Look after your sister and Rosie for me. I will be in touch as soon as I can.'

With that we say our goodbyes. I feel bad… I haven't lied, but I haven't been honest either… but Peter and I need to work out how this is going to work in the longer term.
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It feels like we have been driving through the Scottish landscape forever… Granite outcrops visible through the grassy mountain sides… Occasional copses of evergreens… Rills and streams cascading over steep rock faces… Narrow roads with warnings of sheep or deer… Crazy bends and hidden dips...

I doze for a bit, the landscape lulling me to sleep, the thrum of the engine a soporific...

Peter nudges me awake, pointing out of the window.

I look at more of the same.

'What?' I snap at him. I feel like I have seen enough hillsides to last me a lifetime. My bum is numb, I need a pee... and a cup of coffee... and to stretch my legs.

'Look' he points again.

As if passing through a curtain the empty hillsides vanish replaced by a small town.

A town that looks like it has fallen out of a historical engraving… a clutter of tudor beamed houses, leaning against each other; all higgledy-piggledy. Narrow cobblestone streets, with... is that horse and carts filling them? The town is nestled against the mountain. It acts as a stark back

'Brigadoon,' breathes Peter.