Jake pushed the strap off her shoulder, finding a zip that loosened the top of her dress and allowed him to slip it off, exposing the tits he knew he was obsessed with. Her nipples were already hard and became harder still when he tweaked each one, adding a pinch of pain that made her gasp and her hips shuffle on top of him.
Lainey’s hands had slipped to his pants, undoing the leather belt and his zipper, her hand pressing against his cock. Jake changed his attention to her dress, inching it up over her waist, the material bunching there. There was no way people wouldn’t be able to work out what they’d been doing when they went back to the auction. He had every intention of her lipstick being smeared and her dress creased, with a very satisfied smile on her face.
“These need to go.” He pulled at her panties. “Should’ve taken them off you before.” He felt her shudder at his words.
“You should’ve finished what you started before.”
He pressed a finger to her entrance, teasing with just the tip. She was wet, the material of her panties soaking.
“You know what I love? Knowing that when I come inside you, you’re walking round with it in here.” He pushed his finger further in. “It gets me hard again just thinking about filling you up.”
“Then do it.” She shifted her legs so she could slip her underwear off. “Fill me up and have me walk back in there full of you.”
Jake held her hips as she sunk herself down onto his cock, her dress pooled at her waist, concealing where they were joined, but he didn’t need to see, because he could feel everything.
She rode him hard, gripping his shoulders, finding a rhythm between them that was neither graceful or slow, but it was everything right now.
He held her steady as she came on his cock, her pussy clenching him so tightly he was surprised he didn’t explode already. Her eyes were wide, looking at his, her cry loud. As he reached his own release, pouring into her, he told her those words again and hoped she believed them.
He stayed seated inside her as they stilled, his jacket and shirt crumpled, her hair looking a little wilder than when they’d left.
“I love you too.” Her words filled the silence and his chest.
He wanted to stand up and whoop, tell the world, but instead he kissed her, pouring every fucking happy feeling into that.
“Thank fuck for that,” he said, ending the kiss, surprised with the amount of relief he felt. “Can we go back to one of our homes yet and do that again.”
Lainey laughed, his favourite sound. “We should go make it look like we’ve not just spent the last half an hour doing…” she glanced down between them. “This.”
“No point. Everyone will’ve worked out exactly what we were doing. Own it, babe.”
“Babe?”
“I’m not allowed to call you that?”
She tipped her head. “Only in private.”
He grinned. That was so not going to happen.
Chapter Eighteen
Abunch of lavender was at her back door, tied together with string. Nothing else, no note or anything to signify who had left it there, because that was unnecessary.
Every day, when she’d finished with her morning clients, there would be something left for her: a dozen fresh eggs, wildflowers, a jar of honey – because Jake had now taken to keeping bees, or a corn dolly, or sometimes a corn animal. Without fail there was something there, a reminder that he was thinking about her.
Lainey picked up the lavender and sniffed it, the scent soothing. She loved lavender, something Jake was well aware of. She was pretty sure he was well aware of everything she liked, and he kept finding things she liked that she hadn’t known about before.
“I’ve never seen my brother smile so much.” Rayah appeared almost out of nowhere, a tiny baby strapped to her. “I think he’s going to burst.”
Lainey could only smile.
“He said he’s heading your way for lunch. I need to talk to him about our parents’ wedding anniversary.”
“Sure. It’s forty years, isn’t it?”
Rayah nodded. “Or two life sentences as my mother frequently refers to it. I heard gossip in the Post Office that you two were going to move in together. Is it true?”
“I thought the rule was that you only believe fifteen percent of what you hear in there?” Lainey poured two glasses of fresh elderflower cordial. She’d learned how to make it from the flowers that were growing en masse around their farms.
