My mind plays devil’s advocate with worrying consequences.
What if the condom split? What if I got her pregnant?
Instead of alarming me, the prospect incites a yearning I didn’t realise I was capable of. The image of Sasha carrying my baby in her swollen belly is enough to set my dick hard again.
One day, I’m going to make it our reality. I’m not sure how, but I won’t give her up now I’ve found her again.
I push away the niggle that reminds me we live in different countries. This time I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her in my life. No matter what. Nothing in this world will make me leave her.
New lyrics bombard my brain, begging me to put pen to paper, but I can’t drag myself out of this bed, unable to tear myself away from my woman.
The intrusive vibration of a phone ringing breaks through the silence. It’s Sasha’s, not mine. She groans as she stirs, planting a kiss on my chest before reaching for it where it’s relentlessly flashing on the bedside locker.
‘For fuck’s sake.’ She groans, cancelling the call.
‘Good morning, gorgeous.’ I haul her back into my arms, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. My dick’s solid with a burning longing only she can soothe.
Seeking her mouth with mine, I nudge her backwards, sliding on top of her. Her grin is audible, though I can’t see it.
‘Good morning to you, too.’ She parts her legs, allowing me access, but before I can slip inside her, her phone rings again.
‘For fuck’s sake.’ Patting the bed next to her, she finds it and cancels it again. ‘She won’t stop, you know.’ She warns me as she scratches round the bedside locker, hopefully in search of another condom.
‘Who won’t?’
‘Chloe. She’s like a hound with the trace of a scent. She’s called every single day since you got here, desperate to know what’s going on.’
As if on cue, Sasha’s phone rings again.
‘Give it to me. I’ll get rid of her, once and for all.’
She grinds beneath me and giggles. I’m not joking.
Snatching the phone, I hit the green button and an image of Chloe Sexton on a beachside balcony fills the screen. Bar a few more freckles decorating her high cheekbones, she hasn’t changed a bit.
‘Sasha? I can’t see you. Turn the light on!’ she demands from a thousand miles away.
‘That won’t be possible right now, I’m afraid.’ My voice is as weighted as my dick.
‘Oh my frickin god, is that you, Ryan-Runaway-Cooper?’ It’s practically a squeal.
My eyes roll skywards. That’s one name I need to lose with immediate effect.
‘Are you in my sister’s bed?’ Her hand flies to her mouth but not before she flashes a humongous grin.
‘Technically, she’s in mine. Though I suppose they’re all hers really. Unless I can convince her to marry me at least.’ I kiss Sasha’s lips, which are parted in a delicious O. She thinks she’s in shock now, she has no idea.
‘Oh my frickin god,’ Chloe repeats, squealing again. ‘Well, I was ringing for an update. Clearly I got one.’
‘Can you look for updates past nine a.m. going forward? Because Sasha’s going to be otherwise engaged every night and every morning from now on.’
‘Confident, isn’t he?’ Sasha’s amused voice cuts through the darkness.
‘He always was. It was one of the things you used to love about him.’ Chloe pulls a face. ‘I don’t know if I’m delighted or disgusted to know my big sister’s been having filthy mind-blowing sex all night.’
‘Oh, come on. I’ve had to listen to enough tales from you over the years. Besides, who said it was filthy? Or mind-blowing?’ Sasha sticks her tongue out, her face just about visible through the glare of screen light.
My hips buck against her. I’ll show her mind-blowing.
