“I’m going to come,” she said, one hand around my neck, the other under my arm and on my back. She was tight and wet and warm and her pussy was clenching my cock as it spasmed.
I came hard and deep inside her, feeling as if my balls were being pulled up into my stomach, there was that much ferocity in my orgasm. When we had both steadied, our breathing level, I stayed inside her, not wanting to lose the connection, wanting to stay close.
“We’ve forgotten something,” she murmured, her eyes holding mine. “Condoms. It could happen again.”
“Is it a problem if it does?”
She closed her eyes to try and hold back the tears I’d seen forming there. “No. Not for me.”
“Then if it happens, it happens. I can beat up any of your brothers if they start.”
She laughed and I felt myself getting hard again inside her and started to move. Her eyes widened. “Again? I thought this was only possibly in porn.”
“To be fair, so did I,” I said, turning her onto her back.
We lasted longer, my orgasm harder to reach after coming so soon before, but she got there again. We headed back towards the car, the couple of hours walk punctuated with her complaining about how wet she was between her legs, how she was walking like she’d ridden one of the moorland ponies and making plans for when we returned to London. We talked about restaurants we liked, bars, exhibitions that were on at the museums.
By the time we reached the car, we’d passed the point where we’d been stuck.
She’d finally told me.
And everything was fine.
Chapter Nineteen
Claire
“So, you’re officially a couple?” Vanessa said, manicured hands brandishing a knife and fork as she was about to attack a steak. “As in, not just sleeping together occasionally but going to be each other’s plus one, sit next to each other at Sunday lunch and you’re going to watch him play rugby on a Saturday?”
“I’m not sure about the rugby thing…”
“No, you have to. Jackson whines if I don’t go and it’s so boring watching them run up and down the field, although the view is pretty spectacular. If you come, at least I’ll have someone to have an intelligent conversation with as well as watching Jackson’s legs. And other parts.”
I eyed my soon to be sister-in-law with disdain. “Being Killian’s cheerleader is not fucking top on my list of things to do, Van. I’ll see. And that’s the best I can do.”
She gave me a sly smile. “Did you talk about why you split up the first time round?”
I nodded. She was the only person other than Marie who knew. “He took it well. He understood why I didn’t tell him and didn’t judge. He’s been amazing though everything that’s gone on this past week and a half.”
We’d been back in London for almost twenty-four hours. I hadn’t been back to my apartment yet, instead staying at Killian’s, in his bed and his arms. This morning, he’d gone to work and I’d been met by Denico who talked me through exactly what had been happening with Dean Lacey and the divorce. My step mother had seemingly been on fire. I was heading into the office after lunch with Vanessa to catch up on what I’d missed, before going to my own apartment, but probably not to stay. I suspected I’d be collecting more of my clothes and heading back to Killian’s and I wasn’t sure if that was likely to stop.
“He’s a good man. I never understood why you were so hard on him when we were all together,” Vanessa said. “Now I do. What have your brothers said to you about it?”
“Nothing,” I said. “I’ve had a few messages from Max about work and the same from Jackson, but nothing about Killian.”
“Oh.”
I raised my brows at her, immediately on the defensive. “Oh? What does that mean?”
Vanessa laughed and sliced her steak, the slight pink oozing from it making my wretch, though I managed to keep it hidden. “I heard Jackson on the phone to Killian. He made it clear what would happen if Killian messed you about.”
My eyes rolled so far back they nearly got stuck. “Really? Jackson would get eaten alive if he tried it on with Killian. That is so not going to happen.”
“I don’t think they’ll be any need. Killian told him – Jacks had him on speaker phone – that he was in love with you. And then they had a bit of moment where I couldn’t hear any more because it was getting obvious that I was trying to listen in when I was meant to be blending protein shakes.” She looked disappointed which only made me laugh.
“You need to stop stalking, Van.”
A cacophony of cluttered noise walked into Black and Blue where we were eating, caused by my two younger sisters. Payton was in her usual suit, blonde hair swept back into a tiny pony tail, while Ava was in jeans and a t-shirt, both of which were coated in dried paint, her long blonde hair curling right down her back to the top of her ass.
