“But it’s so unfair,” she says into my chest.
“I know, I know it is but we won, we’re here. We found our way back Meebs and we’re here.” I look over the top of her head as the three dogs chase each other around on the front lawn. I turn her around so that she can see them.
“They were meant to be together, Meebs. I think Duchess and her owner need to move in.”
She turns back around to face me. I pull her arms up and wrap them around my neck.
“It’s been forty-eight hours, Con. Can we just ease ourselves into this gently?”
“It’s been about seventeen years since we planned all of this actually, Meebs. I think we’ve done plenty of easing in gently.”
We stand still, just looking into each other’s eyes for a few long moments.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell her.
“Ditto,” she replies.
I kiss her gently on the mouth and love when she responds by wrapping her legs around me, hanging onto my neck as she lifts herself off the floor.
“Fuck, I love you,” she says against my mouth.
I carry her inside, kissing her all the way, only sliding her down my body when I see my dad and Sandra standing in my kitchen.
“Hmm kitchen? We didn’t get to christen the worktop yesterday did we? That granite might be a bit cold on… Fuck, I’m… I mean, shit. I’m so sorry.”
She looks up at me, eyes wide with mortification.
“Don’t be deceived,” I tell my dad and Sandra. “She may look like an Angel, but I can… Ugh” I don’t get the rest of my words out because Meebs elbows me in the ribs.
“Nina Matthews. I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t realise Conner had company.”
She puts her hand out to shake theirs, but Sandra pulls her in for a cuddle. My dad, not known for his affectionate traits, holds her by the shoulders and kisses her cheek.
“Good to see you, Nina, it’s been far too long coming.”
I don’t know what makes me laugh, but as soon as my dad says the word coming, it bursts out of me. Nina glares. It’s her fault for getting busted talking about christening the granite.
“Just popped over to see if you fancied barbequing some steaks and chops for dinner? It’s such a nice afternoon, seems a shame to waste the weather,” my dad says.
What I really want to do is drag Meebs to bed and eat her for dinner, but I can hardly tell them that.
“That sounds good, Dad. D’ya want us to make anything?” I ask Sandra.
“You knock up a salad for us Conner and I’ll marinade the meat and put some nice big potatoes in the oven to bake.”
“Sounds perfect, I’m starving,” Meebs replies.
“Say about… four-thirty-ish?” Sandra asks.
“Cool, we’ll see you then.”
My dad and Sandra head out the back doors, when I turn back inside Meebs is standing with her hands covering her face.
“Please tell me that didn’t just happen?” she groans.
“Oh, it happened baby. Now my dad’s gonna tell the whole world what a foul mouthed little harlot his sweet, innocent, son is in love with and that he has to do everything in his power to save his honour.”
She looks at me for a moment, mischief written all over her face. She’s wearing the old Shift T-shirt of mine she went home in this morning. It’s tied in a knot at the waist of her skinny jeans. A pair of black and red Converse on her feet. Her hair is piled on top of her head and she looks about fifteen again.
My heart rate accelerates and I can feel myself getting hard as I look her over. She knows I’m turned on and I love the fact that she knows me so well.
She moves and starts toeing off her Chucks, eyes still on me. Once her shoes are off and kicked aside, she pulls off her jeans, wiggling from side to side as she eases them over her hips.
My mouth goes dry.
Fuck. Me. She’s gorgeous, so soft and curvy.
“What… What, ya doing? I ask her.
“What does it matter to you, oh sweet and innocent one?”
I smile, shaking my head at her, watching as she unties the knot in the T-shirt and pulls it over her head, throwing it on the floor to land on top of her jeans.
“I reckon we have about an hour or so before your dad comes back to save your honour. D’ya reckon that gives me enough time to corrupt you?”
She’s standing in the middle of my kitchen, wearing a red bra and a black thong and I can’t think of a single word to say to her. I open my mouth at least twice, but nothing comes out.
She puts her hands on her hips, her fingertips digging into the soft flesh just below her waist. The rush of blood to my dick makes my head spin. Without a word, I move forward, pick her up by under her arms and lift her onto the granite worktop.
I kiss her like a man possessed at the same time as I pull my T-shirt over my head and undo my jeans. I didn’t put any boxers on when I got out of the shower earlier, expecting to be taking Meebs straight back to bed as soon as she got here. Bed, not the kitchen, but I’ll be fucked if I’m gonna stop now.