We crawled along the narrow road, a few feet at a time, before John pulled off the road into a small by-road. He engaged the handbrake and undid my seatbelt.
‘If we’re delayed, we’re delayed. There isn’t a lot we can do about it. But I’m damned sure I’m going to make the most of twenty minutes alone with you.’ He pulled me over the armrest and onto his lap, as though I weighed nothing. I squealed, struggling to get a leg either side of him to comfortably sit on his lap.
He pushed his hands under my jumper dress, they were freezing cold from the steering wheel.
‘Can I help you with something, Mr Kelly?’ I whispered into his left ear.
It was only just beginning to get dark, but he didn’t seem to care. Neither did I for that matter. I knew what he wanted. As if we hadn’t already given the neighbours enough to talk about.
‘You certainly can,’ he murmured, kissing my neck and rubbing his hands over my bra and pulling it down shamelessly.
As his fingers traced the lace borders of my stockings, I could feel his excitement beneath me. Placing his finger in my mouth, I sucked it lightly, using my other hand to undo his jeans. He pulled up my dress, kissing my breasts, the fact we could get caught only adding to our excitement. He pulled my underwear to the side and straddled him, both of us groaning with pleasureas I slid up and down the length of him. Neither of us lasted long. He pushed his face into my chest to muffle the sound of his climax.
‘You are one seriously sexy cat.’ His head fell forward onto my chest.
‘You bring out the best in me.’ I assured him, secretly surprised at my lack of inhibition. He drove us back onto the main road again, the ‘traffic’ clear, and both of us satisfied, for the short-term at least.
‘Where were ye?’ Mama Bear asked, opening the front door wide and kissing both of us on the cheek as a welcome.
‘That flute, Freddie thought Friday evening was a great time to move his cattle. We were stuck there for about twenty minutes.’ John winked at me over her shoulder.
‘Come in. Come in. Welcome home,’ she said warmly.
John’s parents’ house was a beautiful four-bedroomed bungalow which also backed onto the sea but at an outlet slightly further on from John’s house. It was warm and cosy; the open fire roared as we were led into the sitting room.
A short auburn-haired girl, who looked no more than fourteen-years-old sprinted across the wide hallway and flung her arms around John’s neck happily.
‘How’s my big brother?’ Her tone was a mocking, babyish one, as she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers.
‘Have you got your heels on, Hannah?’ He delivered a friendly dig on the arm, referring to the fact that short as she was, she’d actually managed to reach his face.
‘Lucy?’ She opened her arms, offering a warm embrace.
‘Jesus, how did he pull you? It must have been the accent that got you, was it?’ She joked at her brother’s expense, and for all the piss taking, it was clear to everyone in the room thetwo absolutely adored each other. I wondered for a split second would I ever get used to this culture, where every insult was intended to be more endearing than the last.
‘Where’s that bull of yours?’ John asked, looking around the room for Hannah’s husband, Matthew.
‘Ah, working unfortunately. I came with The Two.’ She nodded towards the direction of the bedrooms, where the boys were apparently already sleeping.
Papa Bear entered the room at that moment, his hair damp from a recent shower.
‘Baby Bear.’ He came to me first, enveloping me in a warm hug. I smiled from ear to ear.
‘He’s still doing it for you, I see,’ he acknowledged with a hearty rumble.
‘You have no idea.’ A vision of only ten minutes earlier flitted through my mind, and I blushed thinking about it.
‘Dad.’ John greeted his father with a fist pump.
‘Are ye hungry?’ Mama Bear returned to the sitting room with a tray full of smoked salmon, homemade soda bread, and a bottle of champagne under her left arm.
‘Open that will you, love?’ She handed the bottle to Graham and returned with five champagne flutes.
‘I’ve a roast lamb in the oven, but it won’t be ready for another half an hour. I thought Lucy’s flight might be delayed. This will keep ye going for a while.’
John and Hannah pretended to jostle elbows to both get the biggest slice of the soda bread. It was obvious they were very fond of each other, despite the jibing.
‘How was the flight, Baby Bear?’ John’s father asked between mouthfuls of delicious salmon.
