Page 93 of The Winger

The rooms were clean too and nicely decorated, and while there was a little bit of dirt ingrained in the kitchen floor, it was nothing a good scrub wouldn’t take care of. Yeah, the house was big and maybe we didn’t need so much space, but there was something about it that felt welcoming and comfortable.

I could see Ezra working in the study, with its built-in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a bay window overlooking the cathedral, the two of us making dinner and drinks in the kitchen before stretching out on the sofa in front of the fireplace while we watched every sport we could find, and curling up in bed together after he’d fucked me senseless.

“What do you think?” Ezra asked, putting one arm around my waist as I looked out the bedroom window at the cathedral, trying to imagine what living here would be like.

“I like it,” I said, looking up at him and smiling. “Yeah, it’s big and a bit expensive, but it’s not like we can’t afford it. And we’ll be able to use the space. We can turn that third bedroom into a dressing room for you. Maybe make one of them into a little home gym too.”

“That’d be nice,” he said. “And then we’d still have a spare bedroom for when people inevitably descend on us.”

“You mean when Jade and Shane wanna come and have a nosy?”

“Exactly.”

I laughed and put my arms around him. “You like it then?”

“I do. It’s got a few faults, but nothing this old is going to be perfect.”

“Like you then?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be a brat.”

“But you like me being a brat,” I said, brushing my lips against his teasingly. “You think it’s cute.”

“Mmm, I think it’s something. Not sure I’d say cute.”

“I would.” I kissed him, a deep feeling of happiness spreading through me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, puppy.” He kissed me again. “Shall we ask about how we put in an application?”

“Yeah, let’s do it. Fuck it, we can balance moving with our holiday and Charlie’s wedding.”

Ezra slipped his hand into mine as he pulled me towards the stairs so we could find the estate agent and talk about next steps. Then I was going to suggest we went back to my flat where I could test out how bratty Ezra would let me be today.

Fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about it. But I loved it when he made a mess of me.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered as our footsteps echoed on the stairs, twisting his head so he could brush his mouth across my ear. “If you’re good, I’ll let you suck my cock as soon as we get home. I might even let you get yourself off while you do. You know how much I love watching you make a mess for me. If you do, I’ll fuck you later before we go to bed, just to make sure you’re filled up for the night. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I said with a nod, my face flushing as I bit back a groan. I couldn’t believe he was saying this shit here, but then I had been pushing his buttons. And Ezra was very good at giving it back when I was a brat. It was something I loved about him.

“Good. Then let’s go get the application sorted so I can take you home.”

Fuck me, if this was going to be the rest of my life, then it was going to be pretty fucking awesome.

Forever had never sounded more fun.

The End