Page 103 of If We Were Young

With gentle kisses he waited for my orgasm to flood out of me before lifting from his knees.

“Uh.” Nope. I had nothing.

He picked me up from the counter and strode towards the kitchen with me naked in his arms. Pulling out a kitchen chair, he stood me on it for one short moment while he peeled off his sweats, his heavy dick bouncing free and making me warm up all over again.

Lifting me back up, he turned and settled himself in the chair, lowering me onto his lap. It wasn’t difficult for me to fit us together. We were two carvings of the same tree all over again. I gasped as he seared me deep. The angle screamed with intensity and I hesitated, not sure if I could take it. I did though, pushing down lower until he groaned my name into my neck, his lips dancing a trail of maddening lightness. Power was mine as I rotated myself, grinding deep and low. His hands danced across the skin on my back and then caught hold of my hair, pulling my mouth to his. He tasted of warm tea and me; my stomach flipped at the deliciousness of it. I thrust my tongue into his mouth with the same intensity that our hips circled together. A never-ending loop of circling pleasure.

Beneath me, his stomach muscles clenched and sparked a firecracker to my own desire. My orgasm at his mouth pushed aside as I drove myself deeper and faster onto him. His arms tightened, his mouth hardened and then he was warm and divine inside me and I chased him over the edge with a kiss.

I giggled as we clung together. Our chests crashed hard. Breath panting. His arms wrapped tight around my back, like he needed to hold me as much as I needed him.

“I have two questions.”

“Aye?” His face dipped low in the hollow of my shoulder, his breath on my skin, his long legs stretched out underneath us. He owned me, from top to toe. I couldn’t ever undo this time we’d had together; it was there etched into my memory.

“Firstly. Why is your house purple? And secondly, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Carlings

“Relax.” His fingers squeezed mine. “It’s just dinner.”

“For your dad, right?” With my free hand I adjusted the black dress I’d bought in a small boutique only an hour ago.

His expression shadowed.

“What?”

“There’s a lot I still need to tell you.” A drifting cloud of a flickered frown passed across his face.

I stopped walking and pulled him around. “So talk. I thought you were all about the words?”

To be fair we hadn’t spoken much at all.

“I am. But it’s cold and I’m pretty sure it’s going to snow. And I really want to see my boys.”

Matthew motioned to the front door of the smart townhouse. Not the sort of house I’d have expected a former greengrocer to own.

“Okay, I can do this.”

He tugged on our joined hands. “I know you can. It’s my family and you have no need to be nervous.”

“Mm.” My chest had already tightened with invisible rubber bands and I’d remain grateful sex had replaced food for the morning. Sex isn’t so messy when you throw it up. I think.

“Ronnie. I’m so bloody thankful you are here, so glad we got on the train together yesterday. Let's just do this and then we can talk more, yes?” His fingers skimmed my hair, brushing my cheek with a butterfly caress.

He went to turn and knock, but I held him back. “Who exactly am I to these people?”

He snorted. “These people being my mum?” His face flickered again through. Secrets hid in the shadow of his eyes. “You are Ronnie and you are helping us rebrand.”

Oh. So it was like that.

I winced and pulled my hand from his. “Cool.”

Chuckling again, he grasped my fingers and squeezed them tight. “I have inappropriate hand holding issues.”

I was laughing when the door swung open and two fast bolts of lightning launched at Matthew.

“Ewan, Jack.” Matthew let me go and grasped at the two blonde heads. Falling to his knees he hugged them both within his giant embrace. “Guys, I’ve missed you.”