Chapter 3: An Invitation to Norway

Thursday, September 5th, 2:07 pm

“Oh ... mmmm,” Lillian moaned as she rode my dick; her breasts jutted out in front of her as her back was arched. One hand was overhead, with her fingers buried in her hair as she began to come down from her third orgasm.

Despite having just cum deep into the tight, wet canal of the woman on top of me, I was still mostly hard and was enjoying watching the fair, freckled redhead enjoy herself as she used my body to squeeze out another climax. My fingers had wandered up and down her waist, enjoying the feminine figure of a woman in the full bloom of female maturity. She was soft, yet everything was still firm and tight. Like so many nineteen-year-olds, she was a biological miracle ... a walking incarnation of a goddess. The fact that she was single baffled me.

Finally done, the young woman collapsed on top of me, swearing in her Scottish brogue as she buried her face in my chest.

It was the warmest part of the day, and the sky was clear, allowing Lillian to show me around town and guide me to one of her favorite spots—the scant ruins of a rare ancient Roman bath. The fact that it was a little far off the beaten path and wasn’t much to look at meant that it remained relatively secluded and rarely saw passers-by, save an occasional boat cruising down the loch the bath was next to. It had been a perfect spot for us to spend a little time enjoying each other’s bodies while taking in the beautiful Scottish scenery.

The two of us were silent for a while, listening to the other breathe for the next few minutes before she finally spoke up. “So, who are all the other women?”

I glanced down at the Scottish flower laying on top of me. Her arms crossed my chest, and she stared out at the water. When I didn’t immediately answer, she cut her bright green eyes over at me and said, “The blonde woman who left this mornin’ and the one with the funny collar around her neck. Then there’s the Asian woman, the tall one, and the one with the dreads.”

“You don’t miss much, do you?” I asked, tracing my fingertips down the spine of her naked back.

“Aye,” she said, laying her head on her arms to stare back at the water.

“Helen’s the blonde. She’s my lawyer. Shea is the Asian. She’s my masseuse and flight attendant on my plane. Emily’s the tall one. She’s my sister and the other one is her girlfriend, Natashya.”

“And are ye sleeping with all of them?” she asked, looking back at me.

Not wanting to lie to her, I simply nodded and said, “Well ... not all of them. Not Emily.”

“Naturally,” she said, giving me a half smile.

I used to sleep with Natashya, but since she and Emily were getting serious, it got a little weird, and we decided to stop. Shea, Erin, and Helen ... yeah. I’m sleeping with all of them.”

“And the collared woman with the sour expression?” she asked. I was hoping she wouldn’t.

“That’s ... a long story, but yeah. I’ve been sleeping with her for a while now.”

“Ah-huh,” she said, laying her head back down to stare at the loch.

“You’re not mad, are you?” I asked.

“When will you be leaving?” she asked, ignoring my question.

“No later than the end of the week,” I said. “I have some stuff to take care of.”

“So mysterious.”

I dragged my fingertips across the silky expanse of her back. “It’s one of the things that makes me attractive, right?”

“I guess so,” she said, pressing her lips to my chest to give me a kiss. She looked at me. “Will I ever see ye again?”

I snorted at the question. “I just bought a castle, so yes. I’ll be back.”

She smiled back at the response. “Aye, but will this be our last time together?”

“I certainly hope not,” I said. “I’ve really enjoyed your company.”

“So’ve you,” she said with a sweet little smile.

I felt something tighten in my chest. Lillian was a sweet girl, and I was starting to worry that she wanted something a little more serious than I intended. “Listen ... I’d love to do this again with you, but don’t let that stop you from pursuing someone who might come into your life. As you’ve pointed out, this town is small, and there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities. I’d hate for you to miss out on something or someone because of this.”

“I won’t,” she said, looking down at her fingers as they traced over my chest. “Do you have someone?”

“You just named them all,” I said.

“I mean a girlfriend. Someone you love.”

Natalie and Danni came to mind—the former because, for a long time, I felt like I was in love with her. The latter because Lillian was starting to remind me a little of her. The redhead had Danni’s disposition, and I was beginning to wonder if she was about to subject me to another ‘define the relationship’ type conversation.

“No,” I said after a few moments of thought. “I tried it, but it’s not for me. Not right now, anyway.” She didn’t need to know that I’d never technically dated a woman since I inherited my money. Danni had been close, and I’d tried really hard to date Natalie, but things hadn’t worked out, and looking back, that was possibly for the best. As the days continued to pass, I was beginning to understand more and more that Helen had probably been correct when she said that a relationship wasn’t good for me. As it stood, I had everything I could ever want ... including the loyalty of more than one woman. What was the point of tying myself down to a single relationship?

I kept trying to tell myself that in an effort to not fall in love with every single woman I took to bed, and it was no different with Lillian. Whenever she batted those green eyes at me or flashed me that dimpled smile, my heart softened like butter. Danni and Helen were my greatest defenses when it came to my biggest weaknesses. All I had to do was remember Helen’s advice that relationships were likely nothing but trouble for me right now and then recall Danni’s tear-streaked face when I told her I couldn’t be in a relationship with her. Those two things helped give me the resolve I needed to avoid falling in love with every beautiful girl I came across.

Perhaps it was because she’d been as sweet as Danni, but I half-expected Lillian to start crying while lying on my chest. Instead, she gazed at me for a moment and then simply lay her head back on my chest, looking back out at the loch. Neither of us spoke for nearly ten minutes as we listened to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. Once I felt her shiver, I grabbed my overcoat and draped it over both of us, and she looked at me gratefully before placing her hands delicately on either side of my face and drawing me in for a sweet kiss.

“Well ... thank ye anyway for a wonderful few days,” she murmured into the kiss and then started back up again. I felt my cock begin to stir under her thigh and pressed my groin into her to enjoy the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my semi-erection.

“One more before I have to let you go?” I asked between kisses.

“Aye,” she said, grinning into the kiss as she began crawling up my body to position her hips over mine.

Thursday, September 5th, 4:35 pm

Something about the way I looked must have telegraphed that I’d just had sex because as I returned to the castle grounds alone, I was met with a wolf whistle followed by a feminine voice calling out to me. “Did you take another trip through the Highlands again?”

Natashya’s tone suggested that she wasn’t referring to the Scottish landscape. I looked up from the ground to see the dancer sitting at a table with Tara on one of the lower terraces. They sat at a table holding two mugs probably filled with tea—the island was obsessed with the nasty brown water.

“Sorry,” I said as I approached them. “I’m not gonna kiss and tell. If you wanted to know, you should’ve been there.”

That got an eyebrow raise from Natashya. The dancer and I had gone at it pretty heavily when we first met—I was incredibly attracted to her slightly full lips, smooth, creamy complexion, mahogany eyes, and exotic flair. It seemed like everything she did was calculated to tease or seduce me. Even now, she wore a thick pair of tight-fitting pants and a red sweatshirt that was just a touch too big. As a result, the sleeves ended halfway down her palms, and one collar draped off her shoulder, exposing a lovely bare shoulder for me to enjoy.

She picked up her drink and took a sip while her eyes never left mine. When she lowered the rim, she gave me a playful smirk and said, “I am sorry I missed it. I was too busy fucking your sister. There’s this thing I do with my tongue on her nipples that she particularly enjoys.” She punctuated her statement by running the tip of her pink tongue over her top lip as she shrugged her bare shoulder. Then, she broke out into a dazzling smile. “I would tell you more, but you should have been there.”

I recalled the time I accidentally walked in on them in Vegas. I’d opened the door expecting to see Natashya, but instead, I got an eyeful of Emily sitting on the dancer’s face being eaten out. The image of her heavy breasts hanging naturally off her chest was something I would never forget as long as I still breathed. As much as I was reluctant to admit it, Emily was a gorgeous woman, and Natashya made it painstakingly obvious every chance she got—very likely in some attempt to get me to give in and attempt to sleep with her in hopes of riding dick again. Natashya was in a monogamous relationship with my sister, which she seemed to enjoy, but that meant other people of both sexes were off limits. The dancer hadn’t been fucked by a living cock since the last time I’d been inside her just before we left for the Catskills, and I’d seen her eying me more than once in the last couple of weeks since we left the US.

As much as I would have enjoyed fucking her again, that was a ‘her’ problem. I had plenty of willing partners, keeping me out of trouble with my sister’s girlfriend.

“God ... you two need to get a room,” Tara said, watching us with an almost bored expression.

“We did,” I said without taking my eyes off Natashya. “Until she decided to date Emily.”

“Oh, I know all about it. Better than a damn soap opera, livin’ with you people,” Tara said.

“Well,” Natashya said as she picked up her mug. “I know where I am unwanted.” Her playful tone suggested that she didn’t take any offense to anything we said. “I think I will see if Emily would like to go for a swim.”

Natashya rose from her chair, winked at me, and then turned to make her way toward the castle. Tara and I watched her leave, and my personal trainer said, “The things I could do to that ass.”

“Good luck,” I said, watching Natashya’s ass move with each step. “That ass belongs to Emily, and she’ll murder you if you touch it.”

“I’d almost let her,” Tara grumped as I rounded the table and sat in Natashya’s chair. “Be the closest I got to getting some in a minute.”

“Dry spell?” I asked.

“Just a li’l bit,” she said, holding up her forefinger and thumb, then she waved it off. “Nah ... don’t worry about me. Not your problem. You pay me enough, after all.”

Unlike Natashya, Tara wore a thin, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Both fit snugly and showed off her tight, well-toned body. She was relatively tall for a woman, with a long, fit torso, tits that barely fit a C-cup that looked almost as firm as Erin’s, and soft brown hair with long bangs that did a feathery swoop to the side that reminded me of a Disney princess. She positively oozed sex appeal with a body that looked like she could go for hours in the bedroom. She would have given a corpse erection.

The only problem was that she was strictly into vaginas.

“I’m surprised,” I said. You don’t strike me as the type to have trouble finding company.

Tara grimaced. “Sure, mate. Maybe if I was looking for a bloke, but there aren’t as many women into other women as you’d think.”

“Honestly,” I said, “I’m finding that harder and harder to believe.” There was no shortage when it came to women who enjoyed the company of other women. Even the ones who weren’t actually bisexual somehow managed to find some kind of pleasure from other women despite their reservations.

“Yeah, well then, maybe you should stop hogging all the good ones,” Tara said in mock disgust. Then she scanned the castle grounds. “Speaking of ... where’s that gal of yours? The redhead.”

“She had to go to work this evening,” I said. “We said our goodbyes earlier.”

“Goodbyes?”

“Yeah. I let her go. She has to work the rest of the week, and we’ll be leaving tomorrow,” I said.

“You’re bloody crazy. She’s beautiful, and I reckon she would’ve come with you if you’d invited her.”

“Don’t you think I have enough company?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Tara said, sipping her tea as she watched a few passers-by. “Can’t hurt to have a little more when they look like that.”

“You’re more than welcome to shoot your shot with her if you want. She certainly enjoyed Erin.”

“I’ll be she did,” Tara said, seeming to perk up at that tidbit. I guess she hadn’t seen enough of Erin and Lillian interacting to pick up on the fact that they’d been intimate. That she’d shown so much interest in Erin’s inclusion wasn’t surprising, though. I’d caught Tara checking out all the women who accompanied me to Europe, but none seemed to hold her interest quite as much as my assistant.

“So, if your girlfriend can have a go at Erin,” Tara said, setting down her cup and leaning forward. She placed her elbows on the table and tucked her hands under her chin as her blue eyes drilled into me. “What does a girl have to do to have a crack at her?”

“Who?” I asked, playing dumb. “Erin?”

“Yeah.”

I met her blue gaze with my own and said, “Ask her and find out.”

Tara studied me in silence for about ten seconds when my phone buzzed. It was Charity.

Standing up, I said. “Excuse me. I should take this.”

I answered the phone while walking away from my personal trainer. “Hello?”

“Hi,” Charity said over the line. She sounded slightly distracted, and I could hear the faint sound of typing.

“Hey, Charity. How’s it going?”

“Doing okay. I have a few updates for you.”

She then told me how she had settled into her role this past week. According to her, Julia Lyons—the reporter who had interviewed me roughly a month ago and recommended getting a PR team—was doing a great job showing Charity the basics of public relations. She claimed that the newswoman’s mentorship was invaluable and that she’d learned much in the past week and a half. She was settling into her new apartment and trying to get it decorated the way she wanted before school started next week. Between a full workload, mentoring with Julia, and developing a PR strategy for me, she would have her hands full. I was happy to see how seriously she was taking it all.

“We’re looking into starting a non-profit for you,” she said. “Any cause you’re interested in?”

“Um ... I guess I’m using a lot of resources. Maybe some kind of renewable energy or environmental revitalization? Or maybe scholarships? Or fighting poverty? I don’t know.” I felt a little weird about this mercenary way of approaching philanthropy. For one thing, I probably should have started it sooner.

“You’re not sure,” Charity said. “Okay. I’ll talk to Julia about putting a list together for you to choose from. Sound good?”

“Yeah,” I said. “And talk to Erin about getting a list of all the organizations my grandpa supported. I’d like to see them.”

“Will do. One last thing. Karly Titus contacted me yesterday. She wants to meet.”

Karly Titus was a movie star known for her supporting roles in mid-level box-office successes. She was talented and hot but was never the star of a movie. She also happened to be one of the people at the rooftop party where I was kidnapped. Apparently, she helped keep the girls safe during my tenure in Roger VanCamp’s grasp.

“She wants to meet you?” I asked.

“She wants to meet you,” Charity clarified.

“Me? Why?”

“She wants to talk to you about a project she’s trying to get off the ground and wants to pitch it to you. She also wants to meet one of the wealthiest men in the US who just so happened to be at the same horrible event we were at,” Charity said.

“Okay,” I said, suddenly feeling out of my depth. I had enjoyed hanging out with several movie stars that night, but Karly Titus had spent most of her time talking to her boyfriend. According to Erin, he ditched her as soon as the kidnappers showed up and started gunning down everyone, which didn’t sit well with the Canadian actress. Since then, she’d remained single ... at least, according to the celebrity rags.

“Great,” Charity said. “I’ll get with Erin and set something up. When are you coming home?”

“Soonish,” I said. Maybe a week. It depends. I might have to go to Norway to meet someone about my issues with Hiro Tanaka.”

Suddenly, my phone began beeping. “Oh, speak of the devil. Let me let you go, and we’ll talk later.”

“Okay. Good luck!”

I switched over to Astrid, who had been the one calling while I was on the phone with Charity. “Hello?”

“Marcus?” Astrid’s voice came over the speaker, crisp and precise with just a touch of warmth.

“Astrid?” I asked.

“Yes. How are you?”

“I’m okay,” I said, glancing back to see that Tara had pulled out a book and had started reading. Then I looked at the monstrosity I was in the middle of purchasing. “I’m in the middle of buying a castle.”

“A ... castle,” Astrid repeated, clearly digesting what I’d just told her.

“You did say the world was my oyster,” I pointed out.

“So I did, and you took my advice quite literally, didn’t you?” she said.

“I guess so. You’ll have to come and visit.”

“Some other time, perhaps,” Astrid said. “I called to see if you would be interested in visiting me.”

“Does this have to do with Tanaka?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“So, you guys talked?”

“We did. I pointed out that we are on the same side. We both agree that VistaVision would be better under different leadership, and I sympathize with the fact that he was manipulated by his wife. However, I told him that a war between Tanaka and Gerrard would only lead to chaos and that most of us wouldn’t stand for it. You may be two of the wealthiest men in the world, but the rest of us aren’t without our own resources.”

Wow. Was that a threat?

Astrid continued, “Hiro saw reason at the end. He’s called off his dogs until you’ve had a chance to meet.”

“He wants to meet in person? Fat chance,” I said. “Unless he wants to walk into my apartment surrounded by my security.”

“Hiro expressed a similar concern, so I have offered my family home as a neutral place to meet,” Astrid said.

I sat on one of the terrace steps. “And Hiro’s good with that?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Astrid said, and I could hear a note of disapproval in her voice. “Hiro refuses to meet with you in person despite my guarantee of everyone’s safety. He will send his son to speak on his behalf.”

I considered asking if I could do the same, but something about how Astrid said that made me pause. Instead, I decided to ask a few more questions to have more time to think. “Okay ... so Hiro’s sending his son to negotiate with me. What’s his name?”

“Ryo,” Astrid said, the annoyance clear in her tone.

“And ... you’re not happy about it?”

“My father and I have promised that you would be safe here. I’m annoyed that Hiro is insulting our ability to maintain peace between you for a day or two. My father is definitely insulted.”

“When would this meeting take place?”

“Sooner is better than later,” Astrid said. “Hiro assures me his son can be out here tomorrow night if you can also make it. We could have the meeting on Saturday.”

I had already intended to leave tomorrow to go somewhere else. I might as well make it Norway. “And you’re sure I’ll be safe?”

“I guarantee your safety,” Astrid said.

I studied Tara, who was too busy staring at her book to notice me watching her. Staring at a beautiful woman made thinking about my next steps a more pleasant task. The thing was ... I had no idea who this Ryo guy was or what he was capable of. However, it sounded like Hiro had already insulted Astrid, giving me a little more edge at winning her over. The last thing I wanted to do was offend her and jeopardize what little of a relationship we had.