Page 112 of Musical Games
He bit on her earlobe, loving the sound of her breath catching. ‘I’m helping.’
‘How, exactly?’
He reached his hands to her breasts, groaning as he cupped their soft weight.
‘I dunno. Give me a moment and I’ll think of something.’
Her nipples were hard through her top and he scratched his nails across the fabric. She dropped her head, panting. The frying pan skidded and the spatula dropped out of her hands to the stove top. He pulled her against his erection and her head fell back against his chest.
‘Oh god.’
He turned her towards him, wanting her mouth on his. There was a whump and the fat in the pan caught light.
‘Fuck!’
He lifted her away towards the back door.
‘Jamie! The pan!’
He ran forward and turned off the gas. She grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher, pulled the pin and aimed it at the cooker. The blast sent the pan flying across the worktop in a shower of foam, fat, bacon and eggs.
It was all over in a few seconds, but the silence that followed lasted longer.
‘Jamie MacDougall,’ Sam said in a perfect impersonation of Morag, ‘I knew you couldn’t be trusted in my kitchen.’
He was trying not to laugh. ‘Fucking hell, Mum is going to kill me.’
Sam giggled. ‘Let’s clean it up and hope she never notices.’
‘Yeah, then go out for breakfast, eh?’
They cleaned the kitchen and left the house. Sam grabbed his hand as soon as they were outside and his heart swelled.
She smiled at him. ‘You’re mine, Jamie, and I want everyone to know.’
For once he was annoyed the high street was empty. He wanted Mrs McCreedie and her cronies, plus anyone he’d ever met in his life, to see him with Sam. Being with her was like winning the love Olympics, then being voted The World’s Sexiest Man ahead of Brad Bauer.
In the cafe they sat opposite each other, legs entwined.
‘So, Jamie. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives. What are we going to do?’
‘Well, Mum and FFS Jim are due back this afternoon and I—’
‘FFS? As in “for fuck’s sake” Jim?’
He tried to keep a straight face. ‘It actually stands for “five foot seven”.’
Sam howled with laughter. ‘Jamie McDougall, you are a very naughty boy.’
He grinned back at her. ‘I learned from the best.’
‘So, are we cooking them dinner?’
‘Yep, and Fi’s coming round with Liam. Why don’t you give Zoe and Rory a call and invite them over too?’
Sam took her phone outside and he watched her with a stupid grin on his face. She was jumping up and down and squealing to her friend, failing to hide she was talking about him. He took out his phone and rang a number. He’d finished his call by the time Sam returned.
‘Zoe says they would be delighted to attend this evening’s festivities.’
