“What?”
“Never mind,” she told Noah. “I love you, too. Can we please go call Nix together?”
13
Toby’s dream of flying over the harbour bridge was interrupted by the doorbellbrrringingits way into his ears. Groaning, he checked his phone and saw it was two in the morning. Tabby had left an hour ago but hadn’t sent any texts saying she’d forgotten something or wanted another turn.
The doorbellbrrringedagain, and Mopsy gave a half-hearted bark before returning her head to her paws. Toby rubbed her lower back. “Good job, Mops. Don’t worry, I’ll go find out who it is.”
He pulled on tracksuit pants and headed for the first set of stairs, his eyes aching. Why the fuck had he bought a house with three storeys? And why the hell had he chosen a bedroom on the top floor? He began his descent, still checking his phone for why someone was ringing his door this late on a Wednesday night. He didn’t have any messages from his mates or Maisy, and he hadn’t met his neighbours, so it was anyone’s guess.
It was probably Tabby. She hadn’t stayed over, claiming a 6 a.m. Pilates class, but maybe it got cancelled? Or maybe she just couldn’t keep her hands off him. Toby grinned, bouncing down the stairs a little faster.
She’d put on a fuck of a show earlier, riding his cock while he lay on his back, scrolling Instagram like an asshole.
“Toby,” she’d whined. “Please fuck me back? Please, at leastlookat me?”
It had taken all his control not to do precisely what she asked. She’d been wearing his latest present; a pale pink bodysuit with a slit between the legs. It fit like a dream, and as her dark hair fell into her eyes and her tight cunt slid up and down his dick, he’d struggled to keep his voice steady. “I’m good, sweetness. You just bounce that pussy for a while. I’ll tell you when I’m gonna come.”
Instead, he’d let her grind her way to an orgasm before yawning and directing her mouth to his balls. He’d jerked off for a while, and even as he watched cricket highlights on his phone, he’d had to go extra light so he didn’t nut in her hair. When she was moaning and whining and waving her ass around, and he really couldn’t take it anymore, he’d tossed his phone aside and thrown her on her back.
“Yes,” Tabby had breathed. “Finally.”
“Not quite, sweetness.”
Keeping her trapped beneath him, he’d ridden her so slow she’d started bucking in protest. Laughing, he’d pinned her wrists, bearing down and shoving barely an inch in and out of her.
“Toby!” she’d wailed, twisting her hips and trying to fuck him faster.
“Beg for it,” he’d said. “Tell me how much you need dick.”
She’d done it a dozen times before he eased up, giving her just enough room to drive herself crazy. She’d pushed up against him, practically sobbing, and right when he was thinking he should probably give her a break, she’d licked the side of his neck. That one sensation, Tabby’s soft tongue trailing over his stubble, had robbed him of his control. He’d slammed furiously inside her, trying to pound out the urgent feeling that rose in him like a titan to battle. They'd come together in less than a minute, but Toby hadn’t been done.
He hadn’t just stayed hard post-orgasm; he’d been right on the tail of a second climax. He kept pumping, and Tabby started thrashing around, begging him to stop.
“No,” he’d said through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna have to take it. You can’t get me out of you, can you?”
She’d shaken her head, blood rushing to her cheeks.
“So, it’s not gonna stop. Not ’til I’m done.”
He’d driven into her in hard, short thrusts that rammed her ass into his mattress.
Tabby had wailed, tits mashed to his chest as he tore cry after ecstatic cry from her mouth, and then he’d freed her wrists so she could bury her nails in his back. She liked doing that, and he liked feeling it. As soon as those sharp points bit into him, he let go a second time, flooding her pussy with more cum than seemed possible. He’d been emptying buckets lately, probably his body’s way of trying to get as much of himself inside the woman of his dreams.
The doorbellbrrringedyet again, and Toby smirked as he descended the final staircase. It was definitely Tabby. As he crossed the foyer, he debated pulling his tracksuit pants down and answering the door, but on the off chance she just wanted to talk, it was probably better not to be buck-naked.
They’d been talking a lot lately. Usually after sex, but sometimes even before. He knew about Nicole’s pregnancy and Sam and Scott’s plans to travel the world. He hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask her about being his girlfriend, but it was only a matter of time. She’d broken from coming back to his place; maybe this was the opportunity he’d been waiting for. Maybe once they’d done whatever she’d come here to do, he could say, “I want you to meet my friends. Can I tell them we’re dating, or what?”
“Hey,” he called, flipping open the security latch. “Back for more I s?—”
There was no Tabby. A hulking man stood on his doorstep, so huge the front yard was barely visible behind him. Backlit by porch lights, Toby couldn’t see his face. He slammed the door on instinct, and it bounced off an immovable object. Looking down, he saw a boot inside the frame.
“Surprised you don’t remember that one,” the man growled, and Toby realised who it was. Noah Newcomb, Nicole’s husband and the closest thing Tabby had to a big brother. “Noah, mate? What are you?—”
“Can I come in?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, barrelling forward and almost knocking Toby over.
