Page 54 of Straight to Me

I fucking love it.

I grind her body faster, kissing her harder with every thrust my hips make. The pleasure of watching her,lovingher, is so intense that as she unravels, she takes me with her.

Seeing and listening to her moan because of me; my body pleasuring her like this... I want this every day.

For the rest of my life.

We don’t move from where we lay for a good five minutes after we’ve recovered. Not once does she stop running her fingers through my hair as I hold her, laid between my legs. As much as I’m comforting her, she’s soothing me.

I rest my chin on her head, soaking up every second of this time with her.

My girl.

She excuses herself to use the loo before putting my clothes back on. She looks relaxed, dreamy. She’s well and truly fucked. I just wish she’d have let me pick her up on my bike earlier, I don’t like her driving alone.

I watch her pull away and get her to text once she’s back.

Alone again, I take a shower before grabbing a beer, waiting for the message to come through. Taking my smokes from my cut, my phone then vibrates on the table.

Mads: I’m home. Should I send passport details now?

Me: Good. Next time, you ride with me. Yeah, send them over

Mads: Okay, boss

Me: I mean it lady, send them through

She takes a few minutes longer to send her next reply.

Mads: Done. Did you get it?

Me: Yes. We have just over a week before we fly. I’ll book the flights in the next few days. What shall we do tomorrow?

Mads: We can meet for dinner, or you could take me sightseeing?

Me: We’ll do both. Be ready for 12:30?

Mads: Okay, VP

Stepping out to the small patio area, I call Rocco to confirm plans for the week. “Dean,” he answers, “can we expect to see you tomorrow?”

His tone brings me down from my high. “No, I’m busy now, I’ll catch up with you Monday.”

He doesn’t speak straight away. “When are you booking these flights?”

“I will as soon as I get a chance. I’m taking Mads with me,” I tell him.

He’s silent. Only the sound of his breath makes it down the line. I light a smoke as I wait for him to talk. “What the fuck are you talking about?” And if it wasn’t already bleeding obvious that he had issues, he’s making it perfectly clear now.

He thinks she’s a distraction.

She is, but a good one for me to have.

“It’s not your concern.” I sit down on one of the patio chairs.

“It is if she gets hurt in any way.”Like my Aunt Linda?

“She’ll stay at the clubhouse with Uncle Ronnie and the lads. Jack will no doubt be around too.”

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