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“We’re going away, you’ve got her for the summer,” he tells him, “so stop moaning, Dad.”

We make a lot of noise, and only quiet down when we’re back near the animals. Nikki’s waving us in, and we all sit in the large kitchen catching up, eating, and drinking whiskey.

Chapter

Fifteen

KELLEN

Ihave never seen a more amazing sight than my son and my wife with identical smiles coming towards me on that beach. I feel I have gone from a complete wanker who gives no fucks about anyone other than Xan, Gabe and Levi, to a man bursting with emotion.

We sit eating, drinking and talking long into the night. My boys are away tomorrow and want to stay close to their mother as long as they can. They’re practically sitting in her lap on the settees, and they don’t even know they’re doing it.

Xan watches them, smiling—he can see what they’re doing. He looks over at me, grinning. He knows I want to take her to bed, but for them I’m waiting.

We talk about the plans for the next few weeks. First up, the Isle of Wight Festival. From there, Xan, Evie, and I will fly up to the Highlands for a couple of days to celebrate Xan’s birthday with his Dad before flying back down for Glastonbury. The rest of the band will stay at Isle of Wight and party then meet us in Glastonbury for the full five days—again, to party. The festivals start in earnest then, stretching right through the summer. BST and Wireless in London, then up to Scotland for TRNSMT, and back to Yorkshire for Tramlines.

“I want to stay at Eastwood, at the house with Anthony, when we’re in Yorkshire. There’s loads of room and everyone can stay.” I get no takers from the Greystone side of the room, so just carry on with the itinerary. “Back down to Cornwall for Boardmasters in early August. Creamfields North, Reading and Leeds. It’s a busy schedule but lots of days off as we’re not playing the total dates, usually one night only.”

“Wow, that's a lot of travel. Will it all be by bus?” She’s frowning at the thought.

“No, a mixture, bus, hotel, or homes depending on where we are.”

“Is it one bus for us all?” She’s obviously worried about the bus.

“No, no way. You, Xan, and me on one, Levi, Becky, Gabe and whoever on the other. But it may just be Levi.” I don’t elaborate and she doesn’t ask.

She does, however, turn to Xan and ask, “Do you really want to be with us? Would you not be better on the other bus?”

“God no,” he shivers, “I can get on it if I want, but I like to get off again,” he grins at me, and smirks at her.

Ifinally prise my sons off her and drag her off to bed. I just about get her through the door before I slam it shut, and kiss the fuck out of her.

“You’re in trouble again. Bike riding like a maniac, sea swimming, running down sand slopes, not letting me fuck you on that beach, staring at Kasey Becker’s abs, letting him call you Kitten.” I’m making shit up now as I’m pulling her clothes off.

Spinning her around, I push her forward onto the bed, and start to spank her arse. It glows a perfect pink. I rub and massage as I go, getting more worked up as she groans and pushes back onto me.

I thrust my fingers into her and echo her groan. “Wet already, so fucking tight.”

I can’t wait tonight, so I spin her around and push open her legs, stand at the end of the bed and push into her. Bending forward, sucking her tits into my mouth, I move my hands around her clit, feeling myself moving inside her. I lift her slightly to deepen the angle and she moans out.

Her head falls back as she arches her back, and she touches her tits and pulls on her nipples. “Yes, Kitten, pull them hard.” I bend forward again and lick around her nipples, biting down as I feel the pull on me deep inside as I do.

Pulling out and spinning her onto her stomach, I lift her arse and push in from behind, telling her, “Fuck, so good,” as she clamps her muscles around me. I smack her arse as I thrust and then add my thumb and put pressure on her arsehole, and she moans even louder. “Yes, you like that, I know.”

Pushing in harder, I grab her hair with my other hand, wrap it around my fist and tug. It must hurt a bit, but all she does is bite her lip and close her eyes, again I feel her pussy clamping like wood in a vice on me.

“God yes,” she moans out, “ahhh Kell, harder.”

I do exactly as she demands, ramming into her, and I feel her tighten. She’s practically cutting the blood off on my cock as she comes loudly and tries to collapse. But I hold her hair, whispering in her ear, “No, Kitten, not yet. I’m gonna fuck you through it.”

I keep moving. Gentler, but still moving. With my thumb still in her arse, I keep pumping, building up, harder, harder moving my hips round as well as in and out. My piercing is so deep inside her, and when I grind down on her cheeks, she moans into the pillow.

It turns into a groan as I pull out, but her tune changes a bit when I move her around again onto her back, sliding on a cock ring with a vibrator on it.

“I’m going to die,” she whispers.

“No, baby, not yet. Come first.” I thrust in and out, my cock throbbing. I can feel the vibe on her clit and I bury myself deep and grind and grind.

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