A smile spreads across my face, knowing he wants to do this again.
He fists my hair, holding my head in place. “I need to come inside you. Do you want that, Vi? My thick cock squirting inside you?”
“Yes.” My voice is nothing more than a squeak. Heat slashing my face as he stares into my eyes, seeing all my deepest desires. The ones where I want him to fuck me all over this house, in every position possible, over and over again.
I saunter back upstairs on a delirious high. After I’m showered, I walk into my room to retrieve some clothes and hear Kane scrambling around in the loft. He whistles when I drop my towel and I peer up into the breached ceiling to find him smiling down at me. “Perv.”
He chuckles and continues hammering.
“Does it look bad?” I ask as I tuck my boobs into my bra.
“Not from this angle. You’re looking sexy as hell.”
Heat floods my centre, and a smile pushes up my flushed cheeks. “I meant the roof.”
“It looks like it’s been leaking for a while. Nothing I can’t fix.”
Once dressed, I walk into Kane’s room and make his bed, finding my torn knickers under the duvet. I throw them in a small waste bin in Kane’s room, where the used condom is tied and a load of tissues. A smile pushes my cheeks up, wondering if he’s been jerking off like a horny teenager while thinking about me, just as I have him.
I make his bed, tucking in the corners just so, knowing he likes it neat, probably from his military days. On my hands and knees, lifting the mattress to tuck in the bottom sheet, I spot the brown box filled with letters through the slats.
Kane
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been preparing for university in September. I don’t know whether to sell Nan’s house or not. I suppose it would be nice to have a home to come back to in the holidays. Although it’s become a bit of a party house recently, but it’s been nice to have company. I finally fit in somewhere and have a great group of friends.
I hope you’re safe and things aren’t too bad for you out there. Depending on when you can get home, I may be at university, but we’ll catch up at some point.
Ali
I read the letter again, looking for some sign of devotion. But no I miss you’s or her usual sign off. Is this when they’d split up? Maybe the long distance thing wasn’t working for her. My heart sinks a little at the lack of emotion in Mum’s letter.
“Vi, you there?” He calls from down the hall.
I stuff the letter back in the box and slide it back under the bed frame. “In here, just making the bed.”
“Come and give me a hand.”
I follow his voice into my room. His muddy boots are trampling all over my bed sheets as he holds a fresh piece of plasterboard to the ceiling. He moves a hand, letting it sag on one side, then places a few screws in his mouth. “Screwdriver,” he mutters with the screws between his teeth and gestures toward the electric tool on the bed at his feet.
I pass it to him and watch his inked bicep bulge under the strain of the plasterboard as he secures it to the wooden beams above. “Did you fix the leak?”
He takes another screw from between his lips and screws it in the plaster, going along one of the beams. “Loose tiles. Must have happened during the last storm. There was quite a bit of water damage, but it should dry out now.” He hands the screwdriver back to me while he pulls more screws from his pocket and places them in his mouth. Then I hand him the screwdriver back.
His t-shirt rides up each time he lifts his arms to secure another screw, giving me a glimpse of his tight inked stomach. The mouth of the skull laughs at me, almost tormenting me. My tongue runs along my lip as though I’m tracing the outline of the snake that delves beneath the denim. My body steps closer to him and I catch his scent; oak, sweat and something else that’s all man with a hint of my arousal still lingering on him. I want to roll in him, like a dog basking in his scent, so everyone knows I belong to him.
Kane secures the last screw and steps off the bed. “I’ll patch up the plaster later and paint it tomorrow. It’ll be as good as new.”
“I’ll get the bedding in the wash, seeing as you trampled all over it.”
“You can sleep in my bed again tonight.” He pecks my nose. Such a simple gesture, yet so loving.
“Are you going to sleep with me?” I gaze into his eyes, my own full of hope.
“I sleep alone. You know that.” He kisses my lips as if it will make up for the loss of him last night.
“Did you sleep with Mum?” The words tumble out and I hold my breath, my fingers wrap around my throat to stop myself from blurting anything else out.
He freezes in the doorway, his back to me. “She was the last woman I slept in a bed with.” His head drops as he slumps away and down the stairs. It must have been the army. Something happened while on tour. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, but it all makes sense why he sleeps with a knife. It has to be something traumatic.
