Her movements were slight and rhythmic as she took more of me in each time she came down, whimpering on each thrust. I let her have me how she wanted until her movements became tired and she was chasing her orgasm.
I turned and flipped her onto the couch, keeping her impaled on my cock and then I set the rhythm, my forearms under her shoulders and her legs wrapping around my waist, encouraging me deeper.
She was tight and needy. When she came her hips lifted off the sofa and I hoped to god that the people underneath had finished early for the day. My name was on her lips, where I wanted it to be.
I lifted a leg and moved it higher, allowing me to go deeper and slower, so I didn’t hurt her. Her ankle came over my shoulder and I wondered if at some point that afternoon I’d died and somehow been granted a free pass to heaven.
“Come in me,” she said, her fingers on her clit.
“You close?” I said.
“Yeah.” Her answer was breathy. “Come in me. I missed that.”
Her words did it. I pulled almost out of her and then thrust in hard and fast three more times before I felt the pull of my release and I came in her as she cried out loudly, her leg falling off my shoulder as she shuddered.
I held myself above her, kissing her skin, her lips, her face and saying her name because it was the only word I knew right now. She looked at me with her huge blue eyes. Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen.
“Leather sofas are easy to clean, right?” she whispered.
I laughed. “Good plan, sweetheart.”
“Do you have to go back to work?” she said, her arms tightening around me.
“No. I don’t have to do anything. But I am going to take you out after practice tonight. Even if it’s just to get a takeaway at your sister’s.”
She kissed my shoulder. “That would be good. How much more warming up do I need to do to you before you go to practice?”
“As much as you think I need.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ava
September
The top floorof Claire’s house was littered with more clothes than one, or even two, people could wear in a life time and we weren’t even going to mention the shoes.
“Is Killian staying here tonight?” I said, lifting up a scrap of material that had a well-chosen place for a hole. “Is this yours, Claire?” I lifted it up and Payton started to laugh loudly.
“For fuck’s sake! Is nothing private in this family?” Claire said, grabbing the garment and flinging it into hers and Killian’s bedroom.
“Not when you leave it lying about, “I said, trying to scoop clothes into what resembled some form of pile. “Is K staying here?”
Claire glared. “Of course he’s staying here. We have a child-free morning tomorrow. Are you staying at Eli’s?” The caustic glint in her eyes suggested that if I wasn’t, I needed to change plans. Rapidly.
“I am. Although why you aren’t having normal hen and stag parties…”
“Because that would’ve meant two weekends where we’re apart,” she said. “And we don’t need two weekends apart just before we get married. Plus, it’s expensive enough without dragging everyone to somewhere in Europe for a long weekend where you saturate your liver in alcohol and have a four-day hangover.”
Claire and Killian did not need to think too much about money. The seven of us Callaghans had been born into a family firm with family money and we’d been taught by Marie how to look after every penny, dime and dollar. Killian ran a very successful security firm with clients who could afford to keep Eliza in gold threaded clothes. The ‘keeping it cheap’ line wasn’t working on me.
“I’m calling bullshit,” I said, glancing at Payton. “You’re trying for another baby.”
Claire twisted her head to look at me. “Seriously, who turned you into fucking Miss Marple? We’re not – not yet anyway. I need to leave it another few months because of the caesarean so I heal properly. But it’s on the cards.”
“So you genuinely decided not to have some huge hen party abroad because of money?” Payton said, squinting.
Claire shrugged. “We talked about hiring a villa for a few days and shipping everyone out there. I can’t ask Amelie to fund something expensive or other friends. But then that meant everyone taking time off work for it and having to sort cover out in their businesses or rearranging things and it was just too much to want to ask. And we didn’t want to leave Eliza.”
