“It will.” I ruffled his hair.
“And Italian first, right? For pizza and garlic bread.” Nathan bobbed his head. He already knew it.
“Table is booked,” I confirmed and drew him into a hug.
Harry joined the hug, and for a moment we clung to each other. Me and my boys. My world…or at least a big part of it.
“Right then, fellas,” Kirsty said firmly. “Let’s get through security, then we can find a place to sit, get a cola.”
“Good plan.” I smiled at her, grateful for her presence. “Thank you again.”
“No thanks necessary, all part of the service.” She tapped Nathan’s shoulder. “This way, young man.”
He reached for Harry’s arm, and tugged him away. “See you, Dad.”
“Bye.” Harry waved.
“Message me as soon as you land,” I called after them.
“We will.” Nathan held his arm aloft and then was lost in the crowd.
All I could see was Kirsty’s neat hair as she headed through a door with Departures written over it in big black letters.
I checked my phone and made sure it was off silent in case the boys needed me for anything.
It was.
A man jostled me. “Sorry,” he said and rushed off, pulling his suitcase behind him.
To my right a child wailed, and above me the loudspeaker boomed in Greek.
Suddenly the airport was oppressive, too busy for my tangle of emotions.
I made for the door. My expression must have been dark because people moved out of my way as if scared I might bite.
The thick heat did nothing to calm me, and it wasn’t until I was sitting in Jamie’s black Jeep with the air-con on full blast that I began to breathe more steadily. I’d happily have turned back time to have the week again with Nathan and Harry. But that was impossible. What I needed to do was concentrate on going forward.
I still had a whole week of sunshine and relaxation with Amy at my side. We’d been reserved in our affection while the boys had been with us. Fucked quietly at night with the bedroom door firmly locked.
But now…now we didn’t have to do any of that. We’d have our own sexy, naked party.
Best get on with that!
I started the engine and pulled out of the car park. Soon I was on the main road toward the small town of Kassiopi, my mind full of the deliciously wicked ways I could make Amy come.
The woman was so damn receptive to my touch it was almost impossible to believe she’d struggled to orgasm for years. A few suggestive whispers, a caress and a stroke, and I had her pupils dilating and her breath hitching.
My cock twitched, and I adjusted my weight on the seat.
We’d go without clothes for the rest of the week. No need for such frivolities in the fabulously private cliff-top villa. No one to see us. No one to disturb us.
Just us.
I could feast on her perfect body. Rub in her suntan lotion, make her cocktails that would render her soft and pliant in my arms, and make her come outside, under the Greek sky.
“Fuck,” I muttered as my cock stiffened further. Thank goodness it wasn’t far to the villa.
My phone rang. Quickly, I hit ANSWER on the hands-free.
