Page 79 of Last Chance

Fuck Me!Life is good, isn’t it? It’s Saturday morning, I had an early appointment with Donna. I’ve kind of figured that therapy isn’t something that will fix me—I don’t need fixing, because I’m not broken like I thought I was. There’s no shame in talking about what’s going on, what’s happened in life and what might happen in the future. With how these things make me feel. No shame in that at all, and I think it’s something that I will probably do for the rest of my life. Talk. Talk about my feelings, my life. It's good. I went to the gym afterwards, lifted weights for about an hour and then I ran home. It’s relatively early but I’ve got used to running in a baseball cap and those weird flat glasses people wear to cycle in, so I don’t get recognised. I enjoyed my morning, yeah, the sun shining, reflecting off the Thames but damn I wanted to get home. Back to my girl.

After waving at the door security, I ran up the stairs, ignoring the lift, hoping to catch Ali before she goes out for the day. With my key still in the door I feel my lips stretch into a smile. That huge Cheshire cat grin I don’t seem to be able to shift recently as I spy her, hair swept up in a bun with just a few strands framing her face. A black dress covering her body. Not half as slinky or sexy as the one she wore last night but fuck me she looks just as good. She’s sitting on a stool at the island and I’m getting dangerous flashbacks of what happened nearly in that very spot last night, when I stripped her of said dress as soon as we got in the door, and I kneeled down on the floor and tasted every inch of her delicious pussy from behind. Fuck me, nothing or nobody has ever tasted as good as her. There was so much trust in what she let me do that I knew I had to adore her properly. Give her every single second of pleasure I could as well as a feeling of protection. When I finally tasted her sweet cream cover my tongue and her breathing subsided and came back to her, I thought that was it until she sat down on the low arm of the couch and returned the favour.

My dick’s a little hard just thinking about the pleasure her lips covering my cock brought. Like fucking nectar as her skilful tongue flattened and tasted every single inch of me. She sucked my balls a little too and I was a goner, putty in her hands, or her mouth as it was as my seed shot straight down her throat. The sexy gulping sounds she made is something I want to record and hear again and again.

See look, here I am getting fucking distracted with an open mouth just staring at Ali. She’s humming along to the music she’s got playing out of the speakers.

“Is that, Diana Ross?” I ask, as I walk inside. She doesn’t flinch but looks up at me, bright green eyes sparkling as she takes me in. I’ve taken off the stupid glasses but I’m still in my cap. She nods.

“What a difference a day makes.” I smile and start to whistle along, listening to the lyrics. Diana’s right, twenty-four hours does make a difference, my yesterday wasn’t blue but I certainly feel I’m part of Ali’s future right now.

“Since you said you were mine, huh?” I mumble as I get closer, wrap my arms around her shoulders and place a kiss on her forehead.

“I said that last night, hey?”

“You did,” I remind her.

“Must have been the heat of the moment,” she sasses me with a smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really, Baines. Just a ploy to get you into bed.”

“Well, you got me on the kitchen floor so I’m not sure that plan really worked.” I smile at her—wink.

“Don’t, Max, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

“Yeah?” I ask as I watch her pupils dilate. Pretty sure mine are too.

“Yeah.” She nods. “All night, too, if I’m honest. I had to stroke myself to sleep.” I lose my breath for a minute.

“Angel, if you wanted a replay, I would have been more than happy to oblige,” I assure her.

“You were across the hall.” She smiles that wicked smile at me.

“Ali, my bedroom door is never closed to you. You should know that by now.”

“Still. All I wanted was to crawl into your bed. To feel your hands rather than my own.”

“Ali, you should know I want that too. There isn’t a night that I don’t wish I was in your bed with you rather than alone in mine.”

“And then I fall asleep in your arms?”

I nod. “Exactly that, Angel.”

She smiles wide. I smile back and watch her bite her bottom lip in between her teeth as her smile hits her eyes.

“I love you, Ali.” I tell her, the words slipping out of my mouth before I can even think about stopping them. I touch my mouth, but then I let my hand drop. Because that wasn’t a mistake. I do love her. I adore the woman in front of me. She’s gorgeous, flawless, fucking radiant. Her body is so perfect it’s making room and growing our baby girl inside of it. I watch her smile again. Smile with that smart mouth that she’s spent years chastising me from. Her lips twitch.

“Max,” she says my name so softly and I almost feel a hot tear prick at my eye. “Max, I—”

She’s cut off by my phone’s blaring. Talk about fucking timing. Her eyes widen as I desperately grasp at my pocket to silence the fucking thing.

“It’s Finch,” I groan as I hit the cancel call button and push it back into my pocket.

“You’re still going to the football today?” she smiles.

I nod.

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