Page 38 of Bad Friends

“Really?”

I swallow hard. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“It’s been a while then.”

“I’ve had company.” I reach over into my bedside drawer and pull out my rabbit.

He looks at it with a grin and arches his eyebrow. “Are these things really as good as they say?”

“What do you think?” I giggle.

“I think we’d better try it out.”

While he looks at the settings and considers what he’s going to do with it, I feel doubts creep in… fears… memories.

“What about the others?” I ask, suddenly.

He looks at me, just as afraid. “What?”

“Adam said…”

His face contorts and he looks deeply unhappy with himself. “I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I can promise to never do it again.”

“Because I couldn’t get over it, you know. If you ever cheated. Even Ian knew that. You see, he was gonna cheat that Christmas… in Ireland… but he came home early because he knew if I found out, it’d be over. It’s my red line. If you cheated, I wouldn’t be able to forgive you. I want real love, Paul. That’s what I want because that’s what I have to give.”

He throws the rabbit away and pulls me close. “You’re still the only woman I ever came inside. You’re the only one I’ve loved and made love to. It was all part of my hell, those others, but I want more… I want heaven, with you.”

He pulls me on top of him and slips into me. I let him hold my breasts tight as I use him like my plaything, for once.

Chapter Fifteen

I wake up to him stroking his hands over my skin. I’ve slept curled against the side of his body, my chin on his shoulder, my nose inhaling the scent of his neck. My hand’s resting over his heart and his hands are sliding up and down my arms, my back, my bum. I lean up a little and kiss the corner of his mouth.

He looks sideways, stunned to see I’m awake. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.”

He pulls me closer and brushes his mouth across mine, plunging his tongue ever so softly and briefly into my mouth, then pulling away.

He lies back once more and stares up at the ceiling. Something’s on his mind.

“Have you been awake for a while?” I play with his chest hair, curling it around my fingers.

“Thinking about Dad,” he says. “My mum, my brothers.”

I plant a kiss on his throat and murmur, “I’ll come with you.”

He turns onto his side and pulls me against him, his hand on my waist, his other in my hair. He has that look in his eye I love, where he seems content but also surprised to see me.

He strokes his fingertips over my face, kisses my nose, then my mouth, softly, barely at all.

“You’re even more beautiful in the morning,” he whispers.

I shake with emotion; it’s the first morning we’ve woken up together and he hasn’t had to rush off or leave without saying goodbye.

Paul covers my body with his and kisses my throat, my breasts, my shoulders. He’s so thick-set and heavy and strong. I get wet just looking at the hair on his chest and how it thins out towards his stomach before that line of fur leads to his pubic hair and his thick, always-hard cock.

I snake my hand down and hold my palm out to rub his balls and his cock together. God, I love his body, almost as much as I love him. Paul moves into position and kisses my mouth, teasing gently, tender and careful. I feel the St Christopher around his neck dangle against my chest, cold and ticklish. He’s never worn anything like this before. He also got a tattoo when he was out in Japan – a beautiful blossom tree on his right shoulder blade. I move the necklace around so the pendant falls down his back. Paul kisses my cheeks, then below my ear, even straying into my hair.

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