Page 79 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Yes, and no. I don’t want to talk about it in case I jinx it.”
We finish our food in silence, and afterwards Hattie takes our bowls to the kitchen to clean up. I know she’s holding back on something, and I hate the thought of her going home alone and dwelling on it. She washes, I dry, and when we’re done I lift her onto the kitchen counter and step into the space between her legs.
“Stay,” I whisper quietly enough there’s a chance she won’t even hear it to turn me down.
Hattie bites the edge of her thumb and shakes her head. “No sleepovers, remember.”
“I’m serious.” I push her hair away from her face, and she looks up at me through her long lashes. “Stay. It’s late, but I don’t want you to leave. Let me fuck you to sleep and drive you home in the morning.”
“How the hell do you fuck someone to sleep?”
I lift her hair away from her neck and pepper gentle kisses across the delicate skin there. “Come upstairs and I’ll show you.”
There’s a moment of hesitation, but when she tips her ear to her shoulder and opens up to me, I know we’re about to break another rule.
One Saturday she comes over in the afternoon and there’s no point in pretending she’s here for anything else. Within minutes, we’re naked on top of my bed, warm sun streaming through the window, lighting her up like an angel. I’m in no rush, relishing the fact that since she’s here so early, I have hours to enjoy her.
It didn’t use to be like this. At first it was all fast and furious, but I think that she trusts me enough to let me slow down now, to enjoy her the way a woman like Hattie should be enjoyed.
When I slide through her wetness and push inside, her knees fall further apart and she moans softly. Eyes closed, basking in the sun, I think I will always picture her like this, blissed out beneath me. I hold her close, kissing her neck, reaching underneath her back to pull her body tighter to me. Nothing could be better than this, until her phone rings on my bedside table.
“Nope, not happening,” I growl into her neck, but she wriggles to one side and reaches out for it.
“It’s Kara. Ovaries before brovaries, my friend.”
“Hey you,” she says, switching the call to loudspeaker. She lays her phone on the pillow next to her head. “Don’t stop,” she mouths and presses her index finger to her lips.
“Hi lovely, Luke and I are out shopping and wondered if you fancy coming over for Sunday roast tomorrow?” Kara says.
“Ooh, that sounds good. Is Rob coming?” Hattie winks at me. It’s an over the top, porn star wink. I sit up and spread my knees apart between her legs, one hand keeping her hips pinned to the bed, the other roaming lightly over her chest while I fuck her deep and slow. I pinch one nipple and I feel her tighten around me. I’ll never get over how hot it is to feel her body reacting to my touch.
“Probably,” Kara says on the other end of the line, “We’re inviting the whole gang.”
“Ugh, I hate that guy.” She rolls her eyes, so I pinch harder, and she has to bite her lip to stay quiet.
“Hattie, play nice. He’s a good man. You need to stop being such a bitch to him.”
“Yes, Kara,” I mouth and give the phone a thumbs up. I like how she sticks up for me.
“Enough about Rob. Can I bring anything? Stuffing?” Hattie looks me dead in the eyes. “I haven’t had a good stuffing in ages.”
“You little shit,” I whisper. “I’m literally inside you.” I thrust hard into her and her back bows off the bed, hand flying to her mouth to stifle her moan. Pressing her thighs wide, I lick my thumb and strum across her clit the way I know she likes it.
“Fuck you,” she mouths, watching where our bodies are joined. It turns me on so much to watch her see the way her body takes all of me.
“What are you up to?” Kara asks.
“Ohh…” I do it again and Hattie gasps loudly. “Just watching some boring shit on TV.”
“I thought I heard moaning? Are you watching porn?”
“Ha. Good idea. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She scrambles to end the call and throws her phone to the floor. “Keep doing that,” she pleads, and who am I to deny her? I withdraw slowly, enjoying the desperate look of need that falls across her face before I plunge right back in. Her moans, unashamedly unrestrained, fill the room.
Seconds later, I hear my phone buzzing from the pocket of my jeans, hastily abandoned by the bedroom door.
“I bet that’s Luke. Payback time.” I nip at her neck, jump off the bed and pick up the call. “Hey bud, you alright?”
“Hey mate, what you up to?”
