Strangers in Love

  Strangers in Love

  The Scottish Billionaires

  M. S. Parker

  Belmonte Publishing, LLC

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Contents

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  The Scottish Billionaires Reading order

  1. Eoin

  2. Eoin

  3. Aline

  4. Aline

  5. Eoin

  6. Aline

  7. Eoin

  8. Eoin

  9. Aline

  10. Eoin

  11. Aline

  12. Eoin

  13. Aline

  14. Aline

  15. Eoin

  16. Aline

  17. Eoin

  18. Aline

  19. Eoin

  20. Aline

  21. Eoin

  22. Eoin

  23. Aline

  24. Eoin

  25. Aline

  26. Eoin

  27. Eoin

  28. Aline

  29. Eoin

  30. Aline

  31. Eoin

  32. Eoin

  33. Aline

  34. Eoin

  35. Aline

  36. Eoin

  37. Aline

  38. Aline

  39. Eoin

  40. Aline

  41. Eoin

  42. Aline

  43. Eoin

  44. Aline

  45. Eoin

  46. Aline

  47. Eoin

  48. Aline

  49. Eoin

  50. Aline

  51. Eoin

  52. Aline

  53. Eoin

  54. Eoin

  55. Aline

  56. Eoin

  57. Aline

  58. Eoin

  59. Aline

  60. Eoin

  61. Aline

  The Scottish Billionaires Reading order

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  The Scottish Billionaires Reading order

  Alec’s Story:

  Prequel

  1. Off Limits

  2. Breaking Rules

  3. Mending Fate

  Eoin’s Story:

  1. Strangers in Love

  2. Dangers of Love

  Book Description

  Eoin: I’m watching her on video. She’s a complete stranger, yet something in her eyes hits me like no other woman. But to meet her, I’ll have to rescue her from a foreign country.

  When Aline Mercier, a young American teacher, is taken hostage in Iran, Eoin McCrae, is tasked with getting her out at all cost. Watching her ransom video shook him to his core. Teaming up with his buddy Cain, they initiate a daring rescue mission.

  Aline: Everyone thinks I’m this delicate flower who needs protecting, but I’m stronger than that. I’m making a difference in the world. Helping people. But I never imagined, it’d lead me to being kidnapped, held for ransom.

  Don’t miss, Strangers in Love, by M. S. Parker. The story of Eoin McCrae, a fine Scottish billionaire and Aline Mercier, an untouched flower.

  One

  Eoin

  “Baby Shark” blared from my phone, and half a dozen men turned to look at me, all of them laughing. The rest didn’t even react. They’d heard that ringtone at least two or three times a week since we’d left the States. I hated that song, but when a girl asked for a specific ringtone, and a gentleman gave his word, what was a guy to do? Especially when it was this girl.

  “Evanne sending you pictures again?” My best friend, Leo McCormick, leaned across the mess hall table so he could see my phone.

  I ignored him because he already knew who that obnoxious ringtone belonged to. We’d been friends since first grade and had spent the last nineteen years serving together. In a lot of ways, he was like another brother to me, and if asked, my many siblings would’ve agreed.

  “Who’s Evanne?” A scrawny new kid plopped down next to Leo, grinning at both of us. “Girlfriend? She sending you pictures? Anything good?”

  I looked at Leo, and his obsidian-black eyes flashed with humor. Not surprising. As much as I could be a sullen bastard, Leo was optimistic and funny. Maybe it was strange we were friends when we were so different, but we’d always figured we balanced each other out. Probably the main reason my parents had never forbidden us from hanging out, even when I’d been at my worst. Sometimes, I wondered why Leo’s dad and grandma hadn’t tried to keep me away from him. I hadn’t gotten him in trouble much, but it’d happened.

  “She’s my eight-year-old niece.” I held up my phone so he could see a picture of Evanne riding the new bike she’d gotten for Christmas. She and her dad, Alec, lived in Seattle, so the weather hadn’t really been the best for bike riding until recently.

  “Oh, sorry, man.” The kid held up his hands, a worried look in his eyes. “I didn’t know.”

  I shrugged. “Might want to be careful who you ask to see pictures of their girlfriends or wives. Not everyone is as understanding as I am.”

  “Good point.” The kid grinned at me again. “I’m Bart.”

  “Leo.” My friend smiled, showing off those damn dimples that made women go nuts. “He’s Eoin.”

  “I heard you guys are lifers.” Bart’s head swiveled on his scrawny neck, taking us both in. “That’s what I want to do. Make a career out of it. I’m thinking SEAL.”

  That got my attention away from my phone. Leo stared at the kid, and I knew my buddy well enough to see that he was trying to figure out if he should laugh or tell Bart that he was in for a disappointment. I already knew which I was going to do.

  “You’re in the wrong branch for that, kid.” I leaned back in my chair and folded my hands behind my head. “SEALS are Navy. How’d you fuck that one up?”

  Bart’s jaw dropped, and color flooded his face as he looked from me to Leo and back again. “You’re fucking with me.”

  Leo couldn’t help it. He started laughing, and the kid’s face got even redder. By now, we had a bit of an audience, and we all knew Bart would never live this down.

  “You’re a fucking idiot.” Doto sat down next to me, across from the red-faced newby. Doto was an asshole, but Bart had brought this on himself.

  What sort of moron signed up for the military without making sure he was signing for the right branch? Like someone who got seasick going into the Navy.

  “But the SEALS do that badass stuff like busting into compounds and taking out bad guys. Shit soldiers do.”

  Leo groaned, and I echoed him. The kid was just digging himself deeper.

  “How stupid are you?!” Doto barked.

  Leo pushed away from the table. “That’s our cue to leave.”

  I agreed, and the two of us headed back to our bunks to change clothes. We had passes for tonight, and we intended to use every second of our free time well. Basically, we were going to get a couple drinks, find a couple girls, and enjoy ourselves. This was our third tour and our second one at this base, so we already knew where to go to find the best alcohol and the best girls. Maybe we were getting old, but neither one of us felt like dicking around with something new.

  I laughed at the thought.

  Old. Leo and I were both twenty-seven. Hardly ancient. I had plenty of siblings older than me, and t
hey’d be pissed if I called them old. But, for the army, closing in on thirty was getting there, especially if you weren’t planning to go the officer route. Neither of us wanted that. We liked where we were and what we did. We’d be army for life.

  After all, it’d saved my life.

  If Leo hadn’t convinced me to enlist with him, I didn’t think I would be alive right now. I knew I would’ve been in jail at least one time. I’d been an asshole as a kid. Got into fights, ditched class, did drugs. I had done nothing to get arrested for, but I had no doubt that it would’ve happened. I would’ve smarted off to the wrong person. Driven drunk. Landed a punch wrong.

  A shirt hit me in the face.

  “Get your head out of your ass,” Leo said. “I need to get laid.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I swapped out the shirt I was wearing for the one that made my eyes look even more green than usual. Women tended to like that. “You and I both know that it won’t take either of us long to find someone.”

  “Well, when you look like this,” he gestured at himself, “can you really blame them?” He grinned wide enough to show his dimples again.

  “I suppose you’re not a bad second choice,” I countered.

  “I’m second choice?” Leo’s laugh was punctuated with a thigh slap. “Come on. We both know your pasty ass can’t compete with all this.”

  “I resent that,” I said. “I am not pasty.”

  Leo raised an eyebrow. “You’re the whitest white boy I know.”

  I couldn’t really argue with that. My hair wasn’t true red, more like a rust color, but I definitely had red-head coloring, same as a lot of my siblings. It didn’t help that my best friend was pretty dark.

  We kept up the joking as we left base and walked to the bar. Most people assumed that everywhere in the Middle East was hot all the time, but aside from the obvious location factor, it really depended on what someone thought of as hot. Honestly, it was pretty close to what it was back home in San Ramon this time of year, maybe a little cooler, so Leo and I were comfortable until we stepped into the bar, which was immediately ten degrees hotter.

  It was a Wednesday, so the place wasn’t as crowded as it would be over the weekend, but that was fine with us. Less crowded meant it was easier to scan the room and spot a pair of women who looked promising.

  One was tall and slender, the other shorter with more curves, but both had smiles that told me it wouldn’t matter which one went with Leo and which one ended up with me. The heat in their eyes as they looked us up and down was unmistakable.

  “Let’s get those ladies some drinks,” I said, motioning toward the women.

  Leo let out a low whistle. “Got a preference?”

  I shook my head. “Let them choose.”

  “Works for me.”

  They didn’t speak much English, and they only gave us the nicknames Anna – the taller one – and Fay – the shorter – but it didn’t take a lot of conversation to confirm that none of us were looking for anything even close to a relationship. Twenty minutes later, we were following them out of the bar to the apartment the women shared.

  At six and a half feet tall, I was two inches taller than Leo, so Anna had claimed me, and Fay had immediately wrapped her arms around Leo’s arm, telling us that she was fine with her friend’s choice. The girls’ apartment was nice, but we didn’t really see much of it as we were dragged into separate bedrooms. I was glad for that. It wasn’t like Leo and I hadn’t seen each other naked, and we’d had sex in the same room before, but we both definitely preferred some privacy.

  “Off.” Anna tugged at my shirt, and I turned my attention to her.

  “With pleasure.” I grinned at her and pulled my shirt over my head. The room was pretty dark, but I could still see her eyes light up as she ran her hands over my chest. I wasn’t as ripped as Leo, but I was no Bart either.

  Anna’s nails scraped against my nipples and then moved down, lightly scratching from my chest to the top of my pants. She hooked two fingers from one hand over my waistband and dropped the other hand down to grab my cock through my pants. Her lips curved into a sexy smile, but I only saw it for a few seconds before my mouth crashed into hers. I wrapped my arms around her, yanking her against my body.

  Somehow, we managed to strip off the rest of our clothes without breaking the kiss, so that by the time we landed on her bed, we were both naked. She’d landed on top and finally pulled away from me enough to kiss down my body to where my cock was waiting, already hard.

  “Wait.”

  I reached over to my pants and pulled a condom from my pocket. In high school, I hadn’t used any sort of protection for oral sex, but I’d been a dumb teenager, and I’d known the girls. Once I enlisted, I changed my opinion on the subject. Everyone got a layer of latex between them and me. I knew how many women I’d fucked without knowing their names or only knowing their first names. If those women had been with as many other men as I’d been with other women…well, let’s just say that wasn’t the type of math that made me eager to go without.

  Anna didn’t seem offended as she ripped open the square packet. That was good. No better way to ruin the mood than trying to explain to someone why you thought you needed more caution than many people used for oral sex.

  She winked at me and pressed the condom to her lips. I kept my eyes on her as she lowered her head and rolled the condom on me with her mouth. I watched, my breathing increasing to harsh pants as that wet heat engulfed my rock-hard erection. Her tongue and lips did all sorts of good things while one of her hands played with my balls. From the pressure of her mouth and hand to the way she knew exactly how much teeth and nails she could use on such sensitive parts, it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. That was good. I didn’t feel like having to walk her through anything.

  After a few passes, she raised her head and stared at me as she crawled up my body. We hadn’t talked much, but we didn’t need to speak the same language to know what was going to happen next. She straddled my waist and reached down to hold me in place before lowering herself onto me. I watched my cock disappear inside her, heard her muttering a bunch of words I couldn’t understand.

  Pleasure ran through me, building that pressure that promised release. I reached for her hips, taking control of the rhythm and pace. As she came down, I pushed up, driving into her deep enough to make her squeal. I slid one hand around far enough to get my thumb to stroke over her clit, and it didn’t take much more than that to get her to come. The sight of a beautiful woman climaxing on my cock was enough to tip me over the edge.

  Fuck.

  I loved my life.

  I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve it, but I loved it.

  Two

  Eoin

  One of the reasons Leo and I never liked to get drunk when we had only one night off base was because we’d learned quickly that there was nothing worse than having to work while hung over. Some civilian jobs might’ve sucked when a person had been drinking the night before, but being a soldier was a whole other story. No matter what we were doing, no one wanted to do it feeling like shit. Some of those fresh out of boot camp teenagers might pull it off, but Leo and I weren’t that young anymore.

  “I think she broke my dick,” Leo shouted over the roar of the Humvee. “Seriously, man. She rode me like I was a fucking bull at a rodeo.”

  Bart and Doto were in our vehicle, and they both started laughing at Leo’s complaint. I didn’t know what’d happened between the two of them after Leo and I had left Bart in the mess hall yesterday, but whatever it was, it’d gotten Doto a follower. As long as the kid didn’t start picking up Doto’s bad habits, it was a good thing. Bart was the sort of person who’d need looking out for when he was fifty.

  If he lived that long.

  Kids like him had no business enlisting. Yeah, Leo and I had signed up right out of high school, but we hadn’t been kids. Not like that fresh-faced farm boy from Nebraska. Most people would think someone raised with the kind of money
my family had would’ve been the sheltered one, but not me. My da believed in hard work and consequences. Hell, the last time I’d gotten in trouble, he’d told me that if I didn’t straighten up, he’d cut me off from everything, including the trust I had for college – or for whatever else I wanted once I turned twenty-five – and the shares of the family company.

  It wasn’t just that, either. Like Leo, I’d lost my mother young. I didn’t really remember her much, but sometimes, I wondered if that made it worse for me than for my older brothers, who had at least some memories of her. Da talked about her, but it wasn’t the same. Just like my stepmother was a great person, but it wasn’t the same. Someone that important dying when you’re a kid changed the way you saw the world. Took away some of that innocence.

  Bart still had that, and if he couldn’t handle losing it, he’d be better off in another job. Maybe I was being too cynical, but that was another thing I’d lost when Ma died. The ability to believe in good.