‘Hmm?’ I don’t really hear as Kai’s gaze lifts and he sends me a sly smile, almost as though he can read my thoughts, because I totally was imagining humping his middle leg. My gaze drops to his feet, unable to hold his any longer, not without risking throwing myself at him, at least.
‘Earth to Kitty. Leave the man alone for five feckin’ minutes, would ‘ya!’
‘I wouldn’t mind five minutes. ‘Scuse me.’ I reach into the top of my dress, pulling my vibrating phone from my bra. ‘What? Can you see a pocket in this dress?’
‘I can see just about everything else.’ Niamh snorts.
‘Can’t. I’ve already done the jiggle dance. Kai said I’m good.’
‘I don’t even have words for that,’ she says, mouth now pursed like a cat’s bum.
Ignoring her expression, I swipe my phone.
Those shoes. Don’t take them off when we get home,reads my text.
I’m so getting some!
Any particular reason, oh husband of mine?I type back.
Kai response comes in a series of rapid texts:
Wear come fuck me heels.
And you will.
Come
As I fuck you.
To be more precise, I’m going to bend you over the table in the hall. Fuck you solidly.
The shoes help with our height difference.
‘Honestly, I might as well be talking to my arse as having a conversation with you.’ Niamh adds a strongharrumphfor emphasis.
‘Hang on a minute.’ I return to my phone.Why wait? Wanna blow this Popsicle stand?
I’d rather you blow something else,comes his immediate reply.
Pinpricks of heat strike my cheeks, making me glad of the gentle lighting of the room as another text appears.
Bathroom. In five minutes. First floor, fifth door on the right. Should be far enough away for me not to have to gag you.
‘In his mother’s house? You deviant!’
‘Hey, that’s private!’ I try to snatch my phone away from her intrusive gaze. ‘Like your mother didn’t catch your boyfriend wiping his wet knob on the tablecloth.’
‘I was seventeen and highly hormonal! I didn’t have. My. Own. Home.’ She punctuates each word with a bright red fingernail to my arm.
‘Ow, stop that!’
‘And she sent me to confession afterwards. Father O’Riley kept givin’ me the eye after that. I had to make myself scarce whenever he was about, the dirty perv. Now be serious for a minute. How are you feeling?’
‘Fine.’
‘Really?’
‘Abso. Why? What’s wrong?’
