Page 175 of Green Flag
Spending the day away from her at the track was hard, but I spent a lot of my time sending her videos like we used to.
Then I posted one of the videos to my story, captioning it ‘How my queen and I message daily’, and my phone broke down with likes and replies until I muted the app.
It didn’t stop my texts.
NIXON ARMAS: Good to see the love birds are back on.
LUCA MENDES: Next time, don’t play Cupid and speak to me.
NIXON ARMAS: That’s a strange way to say thank you.
He accompanied it with emojis of a baby and wings.
ALESSIA: Ffs, Luca. I thought this was done??
My sister’s text couldn’t bring me down. My family had their wrongful death trial and they’d won a huge payout. That would have to be enough for them, because I was staying with Everly Bacque. Now that I had her, now that she’d accepted me,nothingwas going to stop me from giving her my all.
During the short taxi journey back to Nix and Livie’s house, I bounced in my seat, excited to see her. For too long, I’d been worried to.
“Honey, I’m home,” I called to her cackle of laughter from the kitchen.
The lights were low, and she stood there in red, lacy lingerie, holding a wine glass and a fork.
I stopped mid-step.
“You were so lucky you left when you did,” she said, leaning over the countertop and bearing her cleavage at me, leaving me stunned and stiffening. As always. She stabbed a chocolate-covered strawberry in her glass and waved it at me. “I was seconds away from sending you a little video that would have tightened those leathers you were wearing.”
I laughed and took her hips, pulling them to mine.
She lifted the strawberry to my mouth and I chewed and swallowed it gratefully.
“Aren’t you meant to kiss the chef in thanks?”
She frowned. “I don’t think so—”
“Too late,” I said before taking her lips with mine in a slow, sensuous kiss, my hand roaming down her back, trying to restrain myself from unlatching her bra.
There was a clang as she tried to place down her wine glass without breaking our kiss.
Good girl.
Her hands reached around my neck, and she tugged me forward. I took small steps, trying not to step on her bare feet, ready to go wherever this woman wanted me.
Thankfully, it was a bedroom.
“I made you dinner,” she breathed, pulling my top over my head. “And your own chocolate strawberries, but I…”
Her eyes met mine, shaking as they looked from one of my eyes to the other.
Voice gaining power, she said, “But I have spent all day in bed, alone, thinking of how much I want you to fuck me. And then when you sent those videos…” Her head fell back, her hold around my neck the only thing keeping her up. “And then when you shared your cute video to the world…” She moaned deep in her throat. “And then when you walked through the door…” Her hands trailed down my bare chest as she got on herknees, almost knocking the air out of me as she shoved down my trousers and boxers in one go, already fisting my cock and spitting on my head.
“Well, shit,” I said, half a choked laugh. All humour left as she took me deep down her throat before dragging her pursed lips back up to flick at the banjo string like I’d taught her. “Fuck.”
She moaned around my cock and the vibration almost made me lose my footing, tripping back onto the bed and fucking her senseless.
“I need to kiss you,” I said, pulling her off and devouring her mouth with mine, dragging her onto the bed, breathless until we didn’t know which way was up. I cherished her body, holding her to me, making sure I knew every inch of her, where made her jerk in my grasp, what pressure points made her moan.
She rubbed herself against my cock like the needy whore I knew she’d been this whole time.
