Page 43 of Conquered
So, I tell him. I talk about all of the wonderful museums, the parks, and the green spaces. About growing up in the city, how we used to smoke weed outside the old town hall and go to a dingy club called The Dome in Tufnell Park when we were fourteen. I describe the time I stole my mum's whiskey and got rat arsed—I had to explain that this means I was very drunk. I share the story of when I went to the theatre in the West End with Mum and a friend to see Grease, and the street performers at Covent Garden market we used to see.
“Sounds like a great way to grow up,” he remarks, a distant empty stare in his eyes.
“But you must have had an amazing childhood?” I ask, ducking my head to meet his gaze, ready to discover more about him. “I mean, I'd never even gotten on a plane before coming here.” I look at him, and he seems to have clammed up, his arms crossed and a flush creeping across his cheeks.
“Yeah. I mean it was great,” he starts, hesitantly, meeting my gaze. “We had some amazing nannies and some hideous ones! This one woman, Edna, used to feed us cod liver oil every day,” he reminisces, mouth pinched and nose crinkled, which I can completely sympathise with. That stuff is fucking disgusting!
“Mostly, it was me and the girls, my kid sisters. My parents were always off on business of one sort or another, so we only saw them at Christmas really,” he trails off, looking away, but not before I catch a longing in his beautiful eyes that is so strong it takes my breath away.
He stays quiet, then Gerald brings our dessert; a divine smelling chocolate melt in the middle cake with custard and ice cream, successfully interrupting the sombre moment.
“Custard and ice cream?” I tease, gently nudging him with my elbow. “Only someone with a body like yours would come up with that combination.”
Relief fills me as the sad, lost look leaves his face, and is replaced with his signature grin.
“You like my body, Pretty Girl?” he drawls in a tone that makes my breath quicken, and I find myself gripping my spoon hard.
Heat banks in his gaze as he takes a deliberately provocative spoonful of his dessert, slowly licking it off with that clever tongue of his. I'd be lying if I said I didn't clench my thighs a little, remembering his tongue in other more intimate places.
He looks over at me, smirking, and then gets another spoonful, only to offer it to me this time.Tit for tat, Angel!I copy him and oh so slowly, take the mouthful, licking the spoonuntil it's clean. I even raise the bar by moaning a little, all whilst holding his gaze.Checkmate, motherfucker!
“I think we're done here,” he rasps, letting the spoon clatter to the plate.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me up beside him, and then drags me away.
CHAPTER NINE
LILLY
“You owe me dessert, fucker!” I admonish, laughing once we reach our dorm, and only then noticing that his trousers are tented, straining with his impressive length pushing against them.
Jesus, I'd forgotten how well endowed he looks.
My pussy clenches and my mouth starts to water as I pray that I’m finally going to see the size of him sans clothes. Hopefully, tonight I’ll get to feel it too.
He slams me up against the door, my heart racing in the best way when he pins my arms above me, swallowing my gasp as he kisses me senseless. His kiss is full of its usual fire, but also a heart wrenching longing, and somehow, it feels...hopeful. Like I might be exactly what he’s been waiting for, for so long. Everything fades from around us as he leans into me more, tongue stroking mine, playing with me, and nipping my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he groans sexily, his pelvis grinding into me and letting me feel just how hard his cock is. “You're so fuckingperfect,” he whispers, nibbling my neck in that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, making me moan and squirm, desperate for more.
Suddenly, the door swings inwards, and it's only Loki's fast reactions and strong grip that keep me from toppling backwards. I turn my head to see Jax standing there, his mouth parted and his rippling muscles rigid as he gazes at us.
“I'm going to the gym,” he rumbles out in his dark as night’s sky voice.
My spine tingles at the sound, then I experience a flash of guilt given that I’m in his friend’s arms with his rigid dick pressed up against me.
“We're going to bed,” Loki taunts, a devilish grin on his face which is comical as my lipstick is smeared all over his mouth.
I turn to look at Jax and see a moment of pure rage in his piercing gaze, my head jerking back at the intensity of it before it disappears. The two boys stare at one another in a sort of standoff, Loki with a roguish twinkle in his eyes, before Jax moves aside to let us pass with a huff.
Loki reaches round and picks me up, hands under my arse, leaving me little choice but to wrap my legs round him as best I can. Not easy in a fucking full nineteen-fifties dress and net petticoat.
I can see Jax narrow his eyes as Loki takes me up the stairs, and I hear the front door slam hard, jumping in Loki’s arms from the sound when we reach the top.
“Loki!” I tell him off, only partly joking, and smack his bicep as he sets me down on my heels.
“Don't worry, Pretty Girl, he just needs a little nudge is all,” he grins, my brows dip in confusion at his words as he goes to sit on the bed, leaning back on his arms and looking every inch the fallen angel that he is.
He presses something on his watch, and James Bay’s acoustic version ofWild Lovebegins to play, effectively making me forget my train of thought.This guy is so smooth he'd give Casanova a run for his money.
