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The night of our intense talk with Mac and Freya, Freya insisted I stay for dinner. She said that Mac needed to see me and Tilly interact properly, or he’d never get used to the idea of us being together. It felt a bit weird because I’m used to Mac only making animal noises at me, but he turned out to be somewhat friendly. He offered me a beer and asked if I wanted to try out his new video game that he helped design.
It only got awkward when he brought up the subject of my underpants.
“So, you’re a boxer’s man.” Mac takes a long sip of his beer and sets his controller down to look at me. “I would have bet money on you being a briefs bloke for sure.”
I clear my throat and shift on the sofa, feeling Tilly’s watchful eyes on us from the kitchen. “I like room to breathe.”
Mac nods slowly. “Me too, lad. Me too.” He claps my shoulder firmly and adds, “Remember that if you ever spend the night here. Got it?”
Which was code for,I don’t care if you’re in love with my sister, if you shag her under my roof, I’ll fucking kill you.
But Tilly refused to go back to my place that night. She said she’d waited weeks to have me in her bed, so despite my protests, she dragged me upstairs while I nervously peered over my shoulder at Mac, who glowered at us the entire way up.
For the first twenty minutes in her bed, I was firm on the fact that we weren’t having sex out of respect for Mac and Freya.And because their bedroom was right below ours.
But fuck me, Tilly can be very persuasive, so when she started nudging her arse into my cock and rolling back to show me how hard her nipples were…I knew I was done for.
Bloody hell, I’m weak.
And the image of Tilly muffling her cries of passion with her pillow as I took her from behind and rocked slowly inside her so I wouldn’t creak the bed is an image still making me rock hard two full weeks later.
After that, we both agreed it was best to sleep over at my place. We really only separated when we had to work. She was with Freya during the day working on the final details for her Harrods deal, and I was doing my avoidance act at Bethnal Green F.C. When we meet back up at my place in the evenings, I can’t get her naked fast enough.
It’s safe to say we christened every surface of my flat. Tilly said we’ve been going at it more than the duke and duchess fromBridgertonon their honeymoon. I had no clue what that meant, but she said Freya would understand.
For the past couple of weeks, I find myself marveling over the fact that this is what being in love is like. Fuck me, I should have done this ages ago. And that spooning bit that Tanner mentioned isn’t bad either. Tilly is my perfect little spoon. We even developed our own morning routine of showering together that will certainly never get old.
It even seems we’re starting a new Friday evening tradition with Mac and Freya and a garden barbecue. Though the way Tilly looks in that tight green tee this evening made the thought of staying at my place very appealing. She must be enjoying my eyes on her because she keeps giving me these coy looks and I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait until we’re back at my place to strip her naked again. Perhaps we should nip upstairs to her room and be very, very quiet again. Maybe I’ll use my tie to gag her so she’s not too loud.
“You guys should come with us to the Cotswolds next weekend,” Tilly exclaims, ripping me out of my dirty thoughts as she dishes out some sticky toffee pudding for dessert. The sun has just disappeared, and she looks like an angel as she glows under the string lights hung all over the garden. “We’re doing an overnight trip. Santino is going to show me his family’s shop, and we’re going to take a drive in the country. Might be nice to get out of the city?”
“Oh, that sounds so lovely.” Freya rubs her belly and looks at Mac regretfully. “But Belle told me even though things are looking good, she still doesn’t recommend travel.”
“Of course,” Tilly replies quickly. “I should have assumed.”
Freya glances down at her stomach. “I still can’t believe I’m closing in on thirty weeks. I still can’t believe how scary it all was and how good everything seems now.”
Tilly smiles warmly as she passes out the dessert. “Well, you handled it brilliantly.”
“It was a team effort.” Freya raises her mocktail for a cheers. We all clink glasses as Freya clutches her belly. “Oof, little Fergie is definitely going to be a footballer. His kicks get more determined every day.”
“Maybe you should go lie down,” Mac says, his face marred with concern as he rubs her back. “I know you’re off bed rest, but you’ve had a busy night, don’t you think?”
Freya ruffles Mac’s hair. “Very well, husband. Take me to bed…but don’t forget the pudding.”
Tilly sits beside me at the table as we watch Mac usher Freya inside. She scoops up a spoonful of dessert and points towards them with her spoon. “I can’t believe how much she’s showing and how far she still has to go.”
“Is that uncommon?” I inquire, watching them disappear around the corner.
“Oh, I don’t know, but she looks like she’s fixing to burst already.”
“Are you ready to be an aunt?” I ask, watching Tilly’s dreamy look with fascination.
She smiles brightly. “I’m definitely ready. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you want kids?” She takes another casual bite of her treat like she didn’t just drop a very loaded question on me.
