“Asleep. He finished a shift this evening, so he’ll be dead to the world until some time tomorrow when he’ll wake up all refreshed and annoying.” He passed me a glass of water. “So you can be as loud as you like. It won’t wake him up.”
The wicked gleam in his eye was enough to zap any tiredness I felt away. We’d had drinks, eaten in a restaurant that’d been tasty and trendy at the same time – not always an easy feat – and Seph had been just attentive enough that I’d felt like the only woman that’d ever been in his world without being smothered.
Now I wanted to return the favour.
“Loud. I guess you’ll have to do something to make me loud.” His back was to the worktop, so I inched closer, penning him in.
His hands landed straight on my ass, cupping it tightly.
“I have no issue making you be loud. We both know that.”
“But you might’ve lost your talent.”
“I haven’t lost my talent, Georgie.”
“I think you need to prove it.” I started to undo the buttons of his shirt. He watched, his breathing becoming heavier before he picked me up, making me yell with surprise.
“Bedroom. Then you’ll be able to pass out on the bed after your fifth orgasm.”
“Fifth? Promises, promises, Joseph.”
He did better than five.We got to six before I really did pass out.
Shay was alreadyup when we emerged from Seph’s bedroom, both wearing sex hair and Seph’s sweats and T-shirts, his sweats rolled over several times at the waist on me.
The smell of bacon had been the alarm clock, the ten o’clock one at least. Sometime around eight, a text message had hit my phone from Olivia, a photo with it of the two of them sat up in a bed-fort in the living room, Rose showing her thumbs up and with hair that looked wilder than mine. I’d sent a quick response, telling them I loved them both, then I’d slid under the covers and woken Seph with a blow job that turned into another round of orgasms for both of us, followed by falling back asleep.
I was surprised at the lack of guilt I felt. I thought I would’ve been chomping at the bit to get back home and be there for my daughter, but this morning, lying in bed with Seph, I knew she was safe and happy and having fun with one of the people she loved most in the world.
Bacon, however, was something I didn’t pass up on and neither did Seph. We threw on clothes and headed to the kitchen, a pot of coffee on the side too. Shay was a nice guy and I’d spent a fair bit of time with him when he’d met up with us for drinks, but my opinion of him was limited to that he pulled a lot of girls and was a continual flirt.
The sight of him cooking definitely had me moving him up the scale from ‘nice’ to ‘great’.
“Did I ever tell you I love you?” Seph sat down on a bar stool and poured coffee into the two mugs that were out.
For a second I thought he was talking to me.
Shay laughed. “It’s coffee. Not,” he glanced at me. “Something ruder that I won’t say.”
I laughed. “Wouldn’t be anything I haven’t heard before. I lived with five blokes at university.”
Shay’s mouth dropped open. “Five? And how many girls?”
“Two. Final year. Three were medics, one was a dentist and the other a physio student. The two girls were English Lit students. It was an interesting year.” One that taught me I’d never date a doctor. I knew too much about what they got up to when they were training.
“Which uni were you at?”
We started talking about college and housemate experiences, realising that one of the trainee doctors I’d lived with was now at the hospital where Shay worked. Somewhere during me telling Shay about how Dylan had once ended up in hospital himself when an ex-girlfriend managed to get chilli sauce over his penis – don’t ask, it wasn’t pleasant – Seph kissed the top of my head and mentioned he was going to shower.
“He’s crazy about you.” Shay’s words came from nowhere. “No one’s known him like this before.”
I put down the now empty mug of coffee. “What about his ex?”
“Cassie?” He shook his head. “She was puppy love and she was a bitch with him, especially at the end. My sister, Lainey, always thought Cassie was only with Seph for his money and a job at Callaghan Green. He’s different with you.”
I wanted to ask how so, and push for more info, my heart obviously still that of a teenaged girl, but I didn’t know Shay well enough and I was in my thirties, so I swallowed my questions.
“I really like him.” It sounded lame, but there were worse things I could say.
