Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Dair burst out laughing.
But in doing so, he didn’t delay in taking off her shoe.
Chapter 19
Wary
Dair
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The next morning, water from the shower was jetting down on his back as he held Blake by the cheeks of her fine arse against the wall and thrust inside.
She had the fingers of one hand fisted in his hair, the nails of the other digging into his lower spine, and her pussy was clutching and releasing on his rhythm.
Aye, and her tongue was darting in and out of his mouth the same.
He felt his balls draw tighter, tore his mouth from her tongue tease and grunted, “Your cunt is goddamned magic.”
“You say…” she paused through a thrust, “the sweetest,” another thrust, “things,” she finished on a moan, her fingers tightening, her nails digging deeper, her legs wrapped around his ass holding on as her pussy clenched his and didn’t let go because she was orgasming.
He pulled her from the wall and turned to hold her under the water while she shoved her face in his neck, held on and helped him with some wee bounces as he pumped into her under the spray until he found it.
As usual, it was big, it lasted long, and he had to throw out an arm to plant a hand on the tile to steady himself through it.
When he came down, Blake had all four of her limbs wrapped tight around him and was pressing little kisses up the side of his neck, along his jaw and to his mouth.
And the water continued to rain down on them.
“How am I going to survive a week without you?” she whispered against his mouth, smoothing a hand along his slick hairline at the back of his neck.
His sweet lass.
Dair took his hand from the wall to put it back to her arse and used both to give her a squeeze.
“Phone sex?” he suggested.
She laughed softly and kissed him again.
But she didn’t say no.
He kissed her back, then lifted her off his dick, and they finished their shower.
They were standing in King’s Cross Station, snogging.
The day before, Dair had to go in to work early, and Blake had spent the entire day with her family.
By the time he met them for dinner, something Blake, Alex and Marlo cooked together in the kitchen at the townhouse, it wasn’t as if those women had only met the evening before. It was like they’d known each other for years.
Along with the rugby match, which Blake told him was “a revelation,” and “who knew dirty, sweaty, bloody men could be so sexy?” (and obviously, that made him laugh and do it for a long time), the women had squeezed in some shopping. But Blake told him “it didn’t count” because they’d been looking at baby things.
It was abundantly clear Ned was living his best life, not only having his daughters accept the woman he loved with open arms but also seeing his girls with a more mature woman with whom they connected and enjoyed spending time.
Marlo was more Blake’s speed, but between her and Blake, they managed to make Alex comfortable in their trio.
“She’s the absolute shit, brother,” Rix had said to him in a moment it was just the two of them. “It’s like, they lost Helena, and it was no loss, then they turn around and get Marlo, and they hit the motherlode.”
All through an evening filled with chatter and laughter, it seemed what Rix said was exactly the case.
Ned put his foot down about Blake and Dair not wasting any time seeing them to the airport. Therefore, they’d all had brunch then they’d lingered over goodbyes on the pavement before the rest headed to Heathrow.
He could see his woman was borderline devastated to say goodbye to them, but plans had been made for Alex’s return, and Marlo said she’d try to come with, considering the things they would be sifting through were her forte. Although Blake had experience with high fashion, Marlo was an expert in it.
And this meant, if Marlo came, Ned would as well.
So their separation wouldn’t last long.
They’d had just enough time for him to get back and pack, and for both of them to take a car to King’s Cross.
And that brought him to now.
He was aware people were staring at them, and no doubt some taking photos, and he didn’t give a shite.
What he gave a shite about was that his train was leaving in five minutes, and he needed to get his arse on it.
And in doing that, he had to do something he really didn’t want to do.
Leave Blake behind.
He understood logically that a separation would be good, even healthy.
That didn’t mean he wanted one.
With no choice, he ended the kiss.
Her lips turned down and her fingers stroked behind his ear.
In this instance, he didn’t like the first, but the last always felt nice.