SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) by Fiona Knightingale

visible through his wet swim trunks.  They exchanged one wide-eyed electric look and he swam off under the water.
    Before dinner, Ashley slipped upstairs to shower and clean up.  She stood under the hot water, letting it beat down on her skin and hoped that it would rinse away the need that swelled in her pussy.  But at this stage of the game, there was only one solution for her.  And he was only one room away.  As she pulled a clean sundress out of her suitcase, her eyes fell to the thong that she had teased him with via text.  She could hear him talking with his dad downstairs so she slipped next door and laid it out carefully on top of his clothes in his suitcase.
    When Clint came upstairs later to get cleaned up for dinner, he stopped dead in his tracks when it saw the flimsy lace on top of his clothing.  He groaned and had to adjust his swelling cock.  Damn her , he thought.  He fished out his cell phone, flashed the camera, and fired off a quick picture of the visible swelling under his swim trunks.  She grinned when she received it, and pondered the thought of inviting him back to college with her for just a day or so.
    Dinner was particularly awkward that evening with Ashley’s mom and Clint’s dad.  Hopefully neither parent noticed that the two of them were not even making eye contact.  They both feared spontaneous combustion if they looked at each other, or worse.  He was hardly able to finish his food since she kept bending forward just enough to show off her ample lace-trimmed cleavage.
    After dinner, Clint headed back outside to cool off but was not rewarded for his efforts to escape.  Ashley joined him after their parents had started some terrible 70s movie on cable.
    She perched on the arm of his lounge chair, making sure that her sundress rode high on her thigh.
    “Hey…” she greeted him.
    “You’d probably better get back inside.”
    “Oh?  Why’s that?”
    “Because otherwise our parents are going to look out here and find you bent over this chair with me behind you.”
    Her eyes widened as she giggled in surprise.  “You wouldn’t…”
    “Just try me…” his eyes flashed copper fire but she could not determine anger from lust.
    She erred on the side of caution and removed herself from his chair.
    “Swing by my room later.  I have a question for you.”
    After he watched her ass sway back into the house, he rested his face on his palms.  There was going to be no escape.
    He did stop by her room but paused for a long minute before knocking on the door.
    “Come in,” she answered brightly.
    “Hey.  You wanted to see me?”
    “Actually, I want to see all of you.  But I’ll settle for an answer to my question.”
    “Which is?”
    “Want to come back to school with me tomorrow?”
    “I can’t.  My leave is up tomorrow.  But what about next Saturday?  I could, um, drop by.”
    She grinned, “Sounds good.  I’ll text you my address.”
    He looked at her silently, almost staring straight through her, before turning and leaving the room.
    That night she could not help herself, she had to relieve at least a tiny portion of the tension of the day.  She hoped he could hear her moans through the bedroom wall that separated them, and came ferociously against her own fingers as she remembered the encounter in the pool.  Clint heard every rustle and gasp from her room, and grunted loudly himself as he thrust his hard cock into his own fist.  He knew exactly what next Saturday was going to bring, and he only hoped he could last longer than the sixty seconds he feared would happen.
    All week Ashley was bouncy and giddy and nervous.  On Friday, she spent several hours at the spa, getting her manicure and pedicure and even a haircut.  On Saturday morning, she took a long hot shower to scrub and shave everything below her neck.  She chose a short thin sundress and a tiny white thong, and waited anxiously for the doorbell.
    Clint got up early, too anxious and frustrated to