A/N: WARNING if you are sensitive to SEXY stuff, just read until I say 'SKIP' and spare your innocence. I'm not good at writing this stuff. I'm really bad so no need to tell me. It was just important for character stuff for later. 

My heart is in pieces. Worse off than wherever Goldy's old heart is. I never knew it would actually feel like there's a giant gaping hole in my chest, but I've learned otherwise.

I don't get out of my room for a while. When it's midnight, I finally pull myself off of my bed and kick at Goldy's boots that's still on the floor. I grab the toe ring and chuck it into a corner. I claw at the curtains. Fling the lamp. Smash the vase.

And when I'm done, out of breath, I still feel that agonizing hole in my chest.

I want it to go away. That pain. I want to forget for a moment and just pretend Blake didn't actually win the bet. Maybe I deserved it after my family killed his brother and father. 

Only one solution comes to mind.

So, I get myself a new coat and leave my room. Everyone's either asleep or in their rooms, so they don't notice me walking around. When I pass the downstairs bathroom, I hear an odd sound - like someone suppressing a cough.

I peek in through the hole and notice it's just Sean staring at himself in the mirror. I can't see what he's doing, but I can't stay much longer in anyway. Sean was one of my good friends. Second to Matt and I feel bad for neglecting him ever since we joined Sterling.

When I can't waste more time, I leave the mansion and get into Quick Silver. My Lamborghini is my pride and joy and for some reason, smells cleaner than usual.

I drive North.

And only when Isabella is in full view, do I stop. I've already been in here a whole bunch of times and I sneaked in before, So, I park Quick Silver at the side and make my way to the back wall - closer to the forest. Last time I had to scale this wall, Calvin helped me. Now, I suck in a breath and jump and claw for the top. At the third try, I get a good grip and pull myself over.

I land on the other side with a hard thud before crouching my way closer and closer to the impressive mansion. Damn, the North really has more money than any of us know.

I spot a couple of guys patrolling the grounds and have to wait until they're out of sight before I sprint to the back door. I try the handle and it's open. Slowly, I creep inside. There. By those stairs my second in command died... I have to use those to get to the bedrooms...

I jump when I hear a scream come from downstairs. "I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I SWEAR!" I someone wail. Xavier is probably torturing someone for fun or something...

Silently, I head upstairs and hide behind a curtain when some maid walks by. I could've sworn she saw me, but she just walks on with a content smile. When the maid is gone, I walk through the hallway again. Not sure what door to open.

I hear a sound coming from my left and peak in through the handle. It's a brunet guy praising himself in the mirror. My eyes are scarred when I notice he doesn't have clothes on.

Quickly, I move on until I hear another noise. This time, music. The remix of some song with bagpipes, lets me know who's room this is. I listen closer and hear someone singing. With little left to fear now that Goldy has left me, I open the door.

Inside, the singing is clearer. Nessa is on her bed - in a tantalizing green lingerie outfit - and sings along to the bagpipe music. "Cahen eil fhios agad dè a tha a 'tighinn," she sings, "Tha mi nam madadh-allaidhnagus tha thu nad chreicheeee!  "

"What you singing?" I ask.

Nessa snaps out of her trance and looks at me alarmed before she sees it's just me and puts on a sultry kinda look. "Jus' some song," she replies.

I take the room in - shades of cream and green adorn almost everything. It's by far one of the most luxurious rooms I've ever seen - and this is coming from someone who owns luxury hotels. If it's not made of silk, it's made of actual silver or glass or something expensive. Her bed is massive - enough for at least five people.

"What's the song about?" I ask while closing the door.

"Do bhàs," Nessa answers before getting on her knees and moving closer to the bed's edge. With the lingerie she's wearing, I know my plan will work. I will fill that hole in my chest. At least for tonight.

"I don't know what that means," I admit.

"Ye will soon enough," Nessa shrugs. She's on all fours, still edging closer to me - looking at me like I'm a meal. "Yer here to accept mah offer, Man Candy?" she asks.

Why am I feeling so cornered? Usually the roles are reversed when it comes to girls and me. I'm in charge. Confident. Now... Now, I feel like a little boy that has no idea what he's doing. How old is Nessa in any way? Twenty? Twenty one? I've dealt with girls her age and even older. What is it about this Scottish seductress that makes me so nervous?

Deciding I've been a little bitch for long enough, I push my shoulders back and smirk at Nessa. "Yes," I answer her.

She gets off the bed and prowls closer to me. "How'd ye get in here in anyway?" she asks when she's halfway to me. 

I pull off my coat and let it fall to the floor. "I have my ways," I reply.

"I'll be the judge of that," Nessa says when she's right by me. I reach for Nessa, but she stops my hand, looks at me for a second and then asks: "Why are ye accepting mah offer?"

I don't like the question. I don't like the idea of admitting it's because I have a hole in my chest and I don't know how to fill it. I don't want her to see that I'm just a stupid boy when you take away my title and my money. That I was too young when I became a gang leader, but pretended I was this hotshot. And most off all I don't want Nessa knowing that when Goldy came to town, she stripped me down. And now that she's leaving me for good, she's leaving this bare, insecure boy that doesn't know what the fuck he's doing.

But with Nessa's big brown eyes drilling into me, I somehow end up admitting: "Because Amber Marigold broke my heart."

Nessa's look turns from seductive to sorry in a flash. 

"I don't want pity," I say.

Immediately, Nessa returns to a flirty look and has her hand trailing my shoulder. "Then what do ye want?" she asks. I look down and the lingerie isn't covering much up. Just a little tug at that green ribbon and it'll be on the floor.

"I want you out of that piece of cloth and on that bed," I state.

"Then we better get started," Nessa smirks before attacking me.

A/N: SKIP!

Nessa smashes her lips against mine and hungrily explores while grabbing at my shirt and trying to work the buttons. I let my hands hold her hips - my fingers tracing the thin material while I kiss Nessa back. Our tongues fighting for dominance. At the end, Nessa proves too determined and I just let go while the girl growls at not getting my shirt unbuttoned.

"Let me help-" I try saying, but Nessa gives a big pull and rips my shirt open. "Or you can just do that," I laugh against her lips.

"Ye might think ye're some badboy, but here I'm in charge," Nessa breaths before pulling my shirt off and snaking her arms around me. Her nails dig into my back, and I kind of like the way it feels.

"Well, take the lead," I urge.

Like a wild animal, Nessa turns me and pushes me to the bed. I don't know how the girl would have such strength, but I fall onto the bed an nearly bounce off before Nessa is prowling closer again. She tugs at that green ribbon on her lingerie and as expected the flimsy thing falls to the floor in a little heap.

My pants start to feel too tight with Nessa's naked figure revealed. My eyes are immediately drawn to her full, well formed breasts that could in fact be fake. Her pink nipples are a stark contrasts to the traditionally white Scottish skin she has. When I let my eyes lower down, I appreciate the slim waist she has that still pulls off love handles. When my eyes drift lower, I realize I'm probably drooling. Of course Nessa shaves.

"Ye want me?" Nessa asks as she steps closer. Her red hair is wild around her and she looks like a goddess of fire.

"Yes," I croak out and pull at my pants.

"I want ye to beg for it," Nessa smirks while standing right at the foot of the bed. Cruel, vain, selfish Scottish girl wants an ex gang leader to beg. How low does she think of me? Seriously?

Nessa traces her finger down her stomach and to her pussy.

"Please," I beg.

"Please what?" Nessa asks while she continues to let her finger circle her pussy.

I bite my tongue. This girl, no this woman, is going to drive me nuts. I didn't come here to beg. I came because she offered and I... I don't need to explain myself to myself.

"Please, can you come over here and fuck me?" I beg. How disgraceful. It's the first time I've ever had to beg for sex.

"I'll ride ye solid," Nessa smirks before jumping onto the bed - onto me, and continuing the onslaught with her tongue. I lie back well she goes to work. Kissing me endlessly and then pulling at my pants. I help her with the belt, but I fear she might already be tearing at the rest of my pants. 

While pulling my pants down my feet, Nessa continues her kisses. First licking and kissing my jaw, then down to my chest where she tastes every inch of me. I can't help flexing while she  traces her tongue over my abs. When Nessa has my pants off, she pulls at my boxers and my cock springs free.

"Ye got a nice boaby," Nessa smirks and lowers her head to give a lick with her sharp tongue.

"Can you not call my cock a boaby?" I laugh.

In answer, Nessa takes my cock in her mouth and starts sucking like there's no tomorrow. I groan and let my head fall back. Nessa is really good with her tongue. She licks and flicks her way through everything and has her hands come up to help. Up and down her head bubs - her hair flaying everywhere and when the pressure is at a point where I feel like I'll explode any second, she stops and looks back at me with a devilish smile. Slowly, Nessa licks her lips.

"That's it?" I ask astonished.

"Ye're not getting off until I am, buddy," she says and slides up me - her breasts tracing my chest.

Eager to please, I push at Nessa - trying to switch places and have her on her back, but she protest and has us both on our knees on the bed.

"Naw, I'm not at the bottom," she insists.

"Why?" I ask and let my own lips find her shoulder and start kissing and sucking her skin - giving her a love bite.

"A chionn gu robh mise air a h-èigneachadh airson a 'chiad uair mar sin," Nessa breathes while I let my mouth wonder down to her breasts.

"You do realize that I have no idea what you say when you don't talk English? But, it sounds very sexy," I say with a smirk and let my tongue flick over her nipple. My hands move down her sides and while the one is squeezing her butt, the other lowers to her throbbing pussy. All the while I suck on her nipples - making turns with each one. I slip my finger into her folds and start pumping into her. I can feel Nessa getting wetter and wetter - which lets me slip in a second finger as I start pumping her faster. Nessa's gasps and moans motivate me only more and I go harder, slipping in a third finger and filling her completely. I let my thumb rub at her clit while I have my fingers working inside of her.

"Aye! Like that!" Nessa calls out. Her music is still playing and I'm hoping it's enough for nobody to hear us. I don't want Xavier or anyone walking in on us.

When I feel Nessa's pussy clench around my hand, I pull my hand out and tug at her while I lay back. Nessa is quick to respond and straddles me.

I want to ask her if she wants to use a condom or something, but she already knows what I'm going to ask and says: "Don' worry, I can't get pregnant." I wonder about why for bit before Nessa grabs my cock and impales herself.

I feel like I'm in the middle of a war scene with the Scottish music in the background and the way Nessa is smiling at the ceiling and riding me, I think she might feel the same. Nessa fits me almost perfectly and when she starts bouncing up and down, I let my hands grab her butt and squeeze. Up and down. Up and down Nessa goes without slowing down. At one point she dips low - lets her back arch and her hips still move in rhythm while she comes to kiss me.

Her red hair falls down her shoulders like hell's gates have gone open. That pressure I had starts building up again, but I try keeping it repressed - remembering Nessa's strict instructions that she has to cum first. The task proves to be harder than expected when Nessa traces her tongue along my jaw while her hips move faster than ever - sliding up and down my shaft.

"Wait! Let me get mah friend!" Nessa says and reaches for her bed drawer. I watch as she pulls out a blue vibrator and switches it on. The steady hum is still audible through the music that's playing.

"You're not getting a fucking vibrator into this," I try protesting, but Nessa shushes me.

"This is William Wallace. Ye treat 'im with respect," she says and then closes her eyes in pleasure as she traces the vibrator over her pussy and then to the back where she pushes it into her butt. Nessa yells out a moan and starts bouncing again - her breasts hopping all over the place.

I feel the vibrations which sends a new kind of pleasure through me. After a few more minutes, I can't take it anymore. Nessa riding me mixed with the vibrations sends me over the edge. I groan out, but Nessa glares at me and says: "Not yet ye aint!"

I whimper in desperation and it feels like forever before Nessa lets out a loud moan and leans back. Taking this as permission, I let go and have an earth-shattering orgasm rake through me. I feel my cum fill Nessa up and she starts rubbing at her pussy again.

A/N: END SKIP!

"That was amazing," I pant. 

"Of course it was. I'm amazing," Nessa says before getting off of me - leaving me feeling cold, and then lying down next to me. She grabs the silky sheets and covers half of herself with it while slowly tracing circles onto my chest. I can't even move.

"I'm honestly sorry abou' Amberry," Nessa breathes.

Shit, Goldy! I think to myself. I actually, completely forgot about her. But now that her name is mentioned, I feel that hole grow inside of me again.

"We need to do this again," I say.

"Oh, is that so?" Nessa smiles.

I look at her - very serious and say: "William Wallace is always welcome."

Nessa laughs out loud and I find myself joining her. When I feel my stomach hurt, I go quiet again and stare up at the ceiling. "I should probably go before Xavier or someone finds me here," I state.

"Ye afraid of the Northern leader?" Nessa asks with a quirked eyebrow and amused smile.

"Well, after he finds out about Goldy, he'll probably take his anger out on the first person he sees and I will surely end up dead," I chuckle.

"Find what out?" a deep voice asks from the door.

Hi uh goldies...

I AM BLUSHING LIKE A TOMATO. LOL. That was so cringy. I was cringing so much. I want to be buried. If you think you felt awkward, buddy, it was so much worse for me. DAMN, and I thought I could do this. Please tell me what I can improve on in the smut department. Again, I'm not experienced and this was my first attempt at smut. Was it too much?

I think I should probably name my story Mature now, right?

Oh and if you're Scottish or speak Scottish Gaelic, can you tell me if the words Nessa said was right? I only had google translate as help. 

PS: I want a vote to see what y'all prefer with Amber:

~ Marry Blake

~ Marry Owen

~ Marry Xavier

Anyways... I'LL GO HIDE NOW. Love y'all and please remember to vote!

~ Holly Shmit