Page 66 of Love Thief

“The pub will close at whatever time, there may be stragglers coming in. It’s not fully dark till late this time of year. We don't have to wait for Himself, he can find his own way home,” Tommy tells me. “This lot will sort him out.”

We manage to get out of the pub within the hour, I feel like a local. It’s not totally dark outside when we leave, and the sky is the oddest shade of blue/black. I clamber into the Land Rover and prepare myself for the bumpy ride home.

“Doesn’t look like the boys have got here yet.” I state the obvious as we pull up to the house and it’s still in darkness.

Bidding Tommy sweet dreams, I climb the stairs to my room. The curtains have been drawn and a lamp is on, giving the room a cosy feel. The thick rugs are cool under my feet, but I bet in winter are the most welcome things in the house.

I climb into bed, intending to try to stay awake and wait for Kellen to come, but I don’t last. I fall into a dreamless sleep, from which I’m awoken with kisses on my face, and my whole body.

He’s here. I breathe in his scent, and breathe out a sigh of pure pleasure.

“I like that sound,” he murmurs to me, and continues to kiss me awake, loving my body with gentle skims and caresses.

Totally naked, he’s pushed all the covers from me and moves my sleep shorts down my legs, kissing their path downwards. I watch his body in the dim light, his muscles moving into and out of the shadows. Never have I seen anything so beautiful.

His skin feels like silk under my fingers, and I hear him groan out, “Touch me, Kitten, touch me. I’ve missed you.”

I run my hands over his back and shoulders, tracing the tattoo on his shoulder and down his arms. He’s growling at the back of his throat, and I feel his fingertips opening my legs to touch me inside.

Moving down the bed, he breathes me in, gently rubbing his stubbled chin on my inner thighs. God, I want him there. I mewl a sound, but no words are coming. I feel him smile, then gently put his tongue on me. I literally convulse off the bed, arching into him.

“You’ve missed me, too,” he says and kisses my clit, my folds. He licks me around and around, then pulls himself up and moves to kiss my breasts. “Oh, God, I love these tits. Hey babies, have you missed me?” he says quietly to them, making me laugh then groan as he gently runs his hands over them. “I know, Kitten. I’ll make it better, promise,” he murmurs to me as he pushes inside me.

No thrusting, no frantic pace, just long and slow, hard then soft. Grinding his hips then pulling out until only the tip is at my entrance then pushing back in.

“Feel me love you, Evie,” he says into my mouth, my hair, as he kisses up my neck. No hard bites, just soft nips, nuzzling, and gentle licking.

I feel like my body has been taken over as he continually pushes us both towards heaven. I want him to speed up, can feel his piercing gliding in and out, all the way, grinding deep inside.

“Kell.” Nothing else is coming through. “Please.” I have no idea what I’m begging for, I don’t really want it to end. He’s playing my body like his most precious instrument. Loving it, loving me. Memories of how I felt in that black tent flood my mind—no end and no beginning, just us.

Chapter

Nineteen

KELLEN

Xan is on hyper speed, already up and about as we come down in the afternoon.

“I was going to come and get you both. I’ve got lots to show you, Evie. Are you coming with us Kell?”

“No, I'm going fishing with Himself. He knows I like to go and asked me over text yesterday. He said we’re going down by Watermill Lane, so come see us.”

Evie has left me and is scrabbling about in her bag at the bottom of the stairs, coming back shyly with presents in her hands. Xander looks at them, but doesn’t move. She starts to panic, babbling at him, “I know Kell told me you don’t like unexpected gifts, but I didn’t know and I’d already bought these for you.” He doesn’t say a word. “Why don’t I tell you what they are, and then you can ask me for them, and then I can give them to you. That way you’ll get what you’ve asked for?” she asks hopefully.

“Marcus told you about that?” he asks her.

She nods at him, her worry about giving him these gifts painfully evident.

“From you, I would accept anything.” Xan gulps the words out. “I know you would have put a lot of thought into it. So no, don’t tell me what they are, I’ll love them.”

Xan is hanging onto his emotions by his fingernails. Probably comparing the shitty gifts and even shittier reactions of his mother to Evie, who searched half of fucking London for the gifts. Taking time and effort to consider if he’d like them.

My heart swells with love for both of them. I’m hanging onto my emotions as he takes the gifts from her and sits on the stairs. She sits next to him, watching him open the presents.

His smile gets bigger with each gift revealed, and I see Himself watching them from the doorway, eventually coming over as the pile mounts up. It’s all artist’s materials—sketch pads, different types of pens, paints, tools for sculpting—and Evie’s watching him nervously, waiting for a reaction.

“Do you like them? I remembered you always liked to draw. In fact, I think I have some at home that you did for me, they were so good. I’ve not seen you do that since we… well, so I thought I would remind you that you liked it.” She smiles at him and he leans forward and kisses her gently on the lips.

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