“Jared!” Allegra’s hand slid around my nape, fingernails scratching across my skin. “Yes, yes!”
I circled her clit as I continued to fuck her and within seconds I felt her stiffen, then?—
Allegra cried out as she came, her inner muscles pulsing around my dick in hard, awesome tugs.
“Allegra!” My spine stiffened as I peaked, my balls drawing up and then the release exploding through me. My dick throbbed as I shuddered against her, coming into the condom with such intensity it was a wonder the bloody thing didn’t come off inside her. “Jesus.” I trembled, resting my forehead on her shoulder as I continued to shake through the aftershocks of release.
The sound of us both trying to catch our breath and the scent of sex made me want to do it all over again.
See? Never enough.
“Mind-blowing,” I murmured hoarsely, thinking of her words to Ursula.
She giggled. A tender ache speared across my chest.
“Hey, Jared.”
“Mmm-hmm?” I brushed a kiss across her throat, loath to leave her body.
“How would you feel about tying me up to fuck me?”
I froze, not certain I’d heard her correctly. Lifting my gaze, I searched her face. She was flushed but her expression was serious. “Say that again?”
“I thought we could try you tying me to the bed. It might be nice.”
It might benice?
“I think you might be the most perfect woman in the world.”
Her gorgeous face split into a wide smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Twenty-Seven
Jared
After years of living in Ardnoch, I was used to the vast differences of life in the village depending on the season. While tourists visited all year round, they were fewer during the winter months. Tables in the cafés and pub opened up, and Castle Street was quieter in the evenings.
However, in the height of summer, I still couldn’t get parked on the main thoroughfare at seven thirty p.m. My visits to the Gloaming had been rare since marriage, and I glanced into the mottled front window to find it packed inside. Georgie might even be in there with a few locals we used to share a weekly pint with. To my surprise, I didn’t feel the urge to go in and be with my mates.
Instead, I carried on my way, turning down the cobbled lane between the jail museum and the Chinese restaurant. Once the nights got darker, the lane would be lit by the Victorian-style lampposts, but this evening they weren’t as the sun still hadn’t set. My destination was William’s Wine Cellar. It sold a wide selection of alcohol, and as Allegra had just told me, a fairly good selection of nonalcoholic wine. She liked a particular brand thatWilliam’s sold. She’d mentioned offhand she fancied a glass, and I didn’t mind a quick trip to the village to retrieve it.
Now that the security system was installed, I felt safer about leaving Allegra alone in the house.
Pushing the glass doors open, I came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Aria standing at the counter, chatting to William. I hadn’t been alone with Allegra’s sister … well … ever.
She glanced at me, her eyebrows rising. “Jared.”
“All right?” I approached her reluctantly.
“Yeah.” She gestured to the two bottles on the counter. “Just grabbing some wine.” Pain I didn’t understand flashed across her face. “’Cause I can drink it.”
“Okay.” Looking to William, I nodded in greeting. “You got any Binnie’s NA red?”
William pushed away from the counter. “How many bottles?”
“Eh, make it two.”
“So, Ally sent you on an NA run, huh?” Aria gave me a small smile, even as she searched my face. I didn’t know what she was looking for, but I felt under inspection. Since I’d married my wife, I’d only seen Aria twice, and yet each time it was clear I was being judged. And I didn’t like it.
