“It’s more intense. No better or worse. How can you still be hard?”
He laughed, low and deep. “I think talking about you squirting has had that effect. Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” she said. “I want you to come in me again.”
“Happy to oblige.”
This time it was sweeter, less needy. Her orgasm was more gentle, with her legs wrapped around him, his arms around her. The words between them were tender as opposed to dirty and she came with his name in her mouth.
They stayed on the bathroom floor, swaddled in towels, murmuring nothing to each other. He held her close, using a towel to dry off the wetness between her legs and applying soft kisses to her collarbone and neck.
She was feeling dozy when footsteps coming up the stairs brought back reality.
“Scott?” Alex’s voice was tentative. “Is everything okay.”
“Fuck, I forgot about him,” Scott said.
“I didn’t,” she said quietly. “I’m so hungry.”
“I can just about hear you both and it doesn’t exactly sound like an accident’s happened or Keren’s fallen in the bath.” Alex was overly loud to make a point.
“I’m just rubbing arnica on her bruises,” Scott yelled.
Keren knew his voice would sound like it was coming from the ground. Alex was too perceptive not to notice.
“Yeah, right. I’m going to get the plates out and get me some of this food. And beer. Sorry I took so long – actually, I don’t know why I’m apologising because you were clearly banging each other’s brains out – there was some weird graffiti outside your neighbours I took a look at and reported it.” Alex’s voice became progressively further away as he went down the stairs.
Keren looked at Scott, torn between not moving and going and getting food. “Are you still staying?”
“Definitely.”
“You don’t have to sleep on the sofa.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Because it was Severton and word got around quicker than a wild fire in a drought, Keren’s house ended up with more than just Alex and Scott visiting. Graffiti was one of those things that didn’t happen in the town: they had the painted telephone boxes which had now spread to the post boxes too, but that was art. This graffiti was strange words and a couple of symbols that looked slightly freaky. Keren wasn’t best pleased that this had happened in the house next door to her. She wasn’t an easily scared person, but stuff like this didn’t happen here.
“Do you think it was something to do with Lena’s aunt?” Sorrell leaned forward, clutching her glass of wine. She, Zack, Rayah, Patsy, Oliver and Jake had all turned up, squashing into her small living room. She’d lived in her little end terraced house since she’d come back to Severton after qualifying as a dentist, but she was outgrowing it. Whether she bought somewhere here or in the city was to be decided.
Scott was sitting next to her, their legs touching. She was well aware of the surprised looks they were getting. If they hadn’t just had freakishly amazing sex she’d have been putting more distance between them, but right now, she needed him near, even though Rayah was sending her looks that could only be translated as ‘what the fuck’.
“We don’t know,” Alex said. He’d been out a couple of times to speak with his colleagues. “Possibly. Or something random. Just make sure your doors are locked, Key. Although Scott will be sleeping on the sofa, so you should be okay.”
Keren gave him credit: there wasn’t a note of sarcasm in his voice when he mentioned the sofa. Rayah was less subtle with her eye roll.
“I can just stay, Keren,” Rayah said. “I know you and Scott find it hard to be civil to each other.”
Keren would think of ways to kill her later, after she’d slept and felt human again.
“We’re working on ways to get along for the sake of you lot,” Scott patted her leg and then left his hand there. There was no way they wouldn’t figure things out. And she figured that he was more than happy with that.
Rayah looked at them both with extreme levels of suspicion, usually reserved for parents and law enforcement.
“In fact, we should be clearing up.” Scott stood up and picked up an empty beer bottle. “My patient needs rest.”
“Now I am thoroughly weirded out.” Rayah frowned. “I can do a welfare check in an hour to make sure he’s not murdered you.”
Alex began to grab the other empty bottles. “I’m pretty sure he won’t have harmed her. When I got back with take-out he was even helping her rub arnica on her bruises.”
