‘I did no such thing!’ Nell’s voice is filled with indignation as she tries to sit—to pull away.
‘Not so fast, fishy killer,’ I growl, pulling her back.. . and tweaking her nipple for good measure.
‘You—’
‘Ah—quiet, jailbird. Or it’s the pokey for you.’ Or maybe I just want to poke her. Again. Fingering is so underrated in my not-so-humble opinion. And while it’s not as mind blowing as, well, being blown, or as good as thesteal-the-air-from-your-lungskind of good as penetrative sex, it’s still fucking spectacular.Especially with her.I can’t wait to see the evidence of our fucking. The teeth marks on her skin matching the long red scratches on my back.
Trading marks with the object of my fantasy. What the fuck is my life right now?
‘I’m not a murderer of fish, and you’re not my jailer.’
No, but I’d like to be your keeper. Or maybe just to keep you. Thankfully, I catch myself before I say any of those dumb things.
‘Keep this up and I’m going to drag you to the shower and make you pick up the soap.’
‘As if I’d let you,’ she retorts, and I suddenly realise she’s pissed off. Pissed off and struggling to get out from under my arm.
‘Come on, Nell. I didn’t mean to upset you.’
She sits up, but I’m quicker, lunging for her and pressing her down against the tangled sheets, her hands clamped on either side of her head by mine.
‘Stop smirking,’ she grunts, trying to wriggle out from under me, which is just fantastic.
‘Left a bit, sweetheart. Oh—yeah. Right there.’
‘Urgh! Get off me!’ she says, making the ride pretty interesting as she presses up into me. ‘And stop laughing. It might be all good fun to you, teasing and taunting, but did you ever stop to think what it did to me? You killed my fucking goldfish!’
‘I didn’t,’ I reply, stating down into her dark eyes. ‘If you don’t believe me, pick up your phone.’
‘How?’ She huffs, cocking her head to the side. ‘I seem to be a little tied up right now.’ I can tell by the flare in her gaze that she knows exactly what this little statement means to me. But I park it to one side. For now.
‘You can call Mel to confirm. You’d only picked up the fish that day, right?’
‘So?’
‘You added the chemicals to the bowl and dropped the little fishy in. And basically boiled it to death.’
Her mouth falls open, her eyes wide. ‘But-but it was alive when you flushed it.’
‘Nope, it was pretty much frying. I flushed it to save you the sight.’ And to earn Melody’s allowance. I’ll keep that to myself for now.
I’m not sure what response I expect, but her laughter isn’t one of them.
‘Okay, but that was just one battle in a very long campaign.’
‘Are you saying I waged guerrilla warfare?’
‘You were more like a monkey.’
‘I suppose that makes you my organ grinder?’ And yeah, that’s just what I do—grind my organ against her, desperate once again to be inside her.
‘Oh... that was cheesy,’ she says with a half-smile.
‘It was good for me. It would be even better if you open your legs.’
She falls quiet, her gaze falling to the space over my shoulder before finding my lips, eventually moving to inspect my eyes. The atmosphere ceased to be light-hearted before she even opens her mouth, her quiet words a little halting and a little sad.
‘We can’t do this more than just this once.’
