“Harder!” she begged, arms straining, breasts jiggling as I took her hard and fast. “Theo, harder, please!”
I did as she begged. It was dirty and rough and claiming and exactly as she wanted. And it was never enough, I realized with something akin to despair. I didn’t think there would ever come a time when I’d had enough of this woman.
Fifteen
SARAH
Usually when I woke up, Theo was either just waking too or was already up and about. The next morning, however, he was awake, staring at the ceiling in contemplation.
“Morning,” I croaked, my throat raspy from sleep. And perhaps from crying out in pleasure more than once last night.
He turned his head on the pillow. His eyes searched my face as his mouth turned up at one corner. “Morning.”
“Everything okay?”
Theo gestured to me in answer, and I moved across the bed to snuggle into him, resting my head on his chest. His arm came around me. Tenderness throbbed in my breasts as they pressed against his side, and I remembered that dull cramps in my lower belly had woken me.
“What date is it?” I mumbled.
Theo mumbled it back and I sighed. My period was due. Had it really been eight weeks since Theo arrived at the cottage? It felt like longer.
“What’s wrong?”
I still wasn’t a hundred percent comfortable talking about my monthly visitor, but I wasn’t as shy about it as I had been all those weeks ago. “I’ve got cramps.”
His arm tightened. “Do you need anything?”
“It’s not too bad.” I patted his chest. “What has you looking so broody this morning?”
“Broody? I don’t brood.”
I snorted because he definitely knew how to brood.
“Fine, maybe I can brood.” He trailed his fingertips down my arm and back up again in a gentle caress. Pleasure flushed through me.
“Why are you brooding?”
It was Theo’s turn to sigh heavily. “I think my brother might have put a missing person’s report out on me.”
I lifted my head to look at him. “Are you serious?”
He rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately. I have a voicemail from a police officer in London.”
“Why … why would he do that?”
“Because he’s like my father and can’t see past his own nose.”
“What will you do about it?”
“Nothing. I won’t play into his little games.”
“But it … has upset you?”
Theo was quiet so long I didn’t think he was going to answer. Then, “Today would have been my mother’s birthday. She would have been turning fifty-eight.”
I felt a wee crack across my heart. “Theo … I’m sorry. I … she must have been fairly young when she had you.”
“Young but not too young. Twenty-eight. She married my father at twenty-two, straight out of uni, fell pregnant, and had Sebastian at twenty-three. I came along five years later.”
