I return his kisses, running mine up his throat and along his jaw. His erection is back and he grinds into me, probably without even thinking about it.
“I don’t know, Con. Apparently he wants to discuss the house and some joint shares we have.”
I’m not going to tell him that he wants us to try again, that will just raise Conner’s paranoia levels to DEFCON 12 or whatever level that shit goes to.
“I want you to keep your phone in your hand and I want you stay in view of the shop.”
He rakes his hand through his hair whilst still grinding his dick into my belly.
“And don’t let him walk you away from the crowds. You stay where the people are, you understand?” He lifts my chin up so that I’m looking at him. “You listening to what I’m saying, Meebs?”
My eyes meet his and I nod my head. “I’ll be fine. I have to go, else I’m gonna be late.”
I kiss him long and hard on the mouth and turn to go. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me back into him.
“I love you. Ring me as soon as you’re done with dickwad.” He kisses my nose.
“I will. I love you too.”
The rest of my morning is horrible. I spend three hours listening to my mother telling me what a royal disappointment I am to her and my father. That she’s embarrassed by my divorce. That I’m making a huge mistake, I’ll never find another husband like Marcus and why can’t I be more like my brother’s wife Tierney and be happy staying home and running the odd charity.
I don’t bother trying to explain any of my actions. I remain silent and instead take my mind to the two toe curling orgasms Conner gave me this morning. I actually blush as I think about the way I went off like a rocket when he lapped at my clit with his tongue, slid and curled two fingers inside my pussy at the same time as he slid two inside my arse.
I’ve never been touched there, like that, but my orgasm was instant and intense. Conner is now adamant that we need to seriously consider me giving up my anal virginity to him, sometime in the very near future.
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as my mother drones on and on whilst I almost come on the spot thinking about Conner Reed and his amazing tongue, mouth, lips, fingers and dick.
Despite her huge disappointment in me as a daughter, and a human being in general, my mother is obviously impressed with my hairdressing skills and leaves the salon, reasonably happy and without offering to pay a penny. She doesn’t even leave a tip for the poor apprentice.
I have thirty minutes until I have to meet Marcus and as I step into mine and Sophie’s office, she passes me a glass of wine.
“Your mother’s a cunt. Sorry, but I just needed to put that out there.” I chuckle at the truth of Sophie’s words.
“Na,” I tell her, “cunts are useful. Whereas my mother, well, she’s just—”
“A cunt,” Sophie and I say together, bursting into a fit of laughter.
By the time I walk over to the park to meet Marcus, I’ve had three glasses of wine and nothing to eat. I feel more than a little intoxicated. I sit on the bench facing the gate so I can see when he enters. Despite it being late July, the day is grey, overcast and a little bit chilly. The instant Marcus appears, I shiver.
Marcus isn’t ugly, not by any means and if I didn’t know his personality or lack of, I would definitely look twice and think phwoar. Especially right now, dressed in a light grey suit and pale blue shirt and tie that match his eyes perfectly. His blond hair is over-styled though. It’s in need of a cut and he’s put too much product in to try and hold it in place.
My wine addled thoughts wander and before I’ve noticed, he’s standing in front of me.
“Nina. I’ve missed you, baby. How are you?” He reaches for my hand, which I refuse and instead look at him like I think he’s insane. I watch as a nerve twitches in his jaw. Something that I know happens when he’s pissed off.
“What’s so important that we had to meet in person, Marcus? I’ve really got nothing to say to you.”
I’m suddenly feeling angry. Pissed off with the way the path of my life has been twisted and turned to suit other people. Pissed off with myself for being so weak and staying in a loveless, sexless marriage for so long.
Now I’m with Conner, it’s opened my eyes up to how it should be. We talk. Conner and I, we talk and talk for hours on end, about everything and nothing. We make love on a whim. He makes me feel desired, wanted, needed. He makes me feel valued, that what I have to say and my opinions are important. I know it’s still early days, but I never experienced any of these things with Marcus. Not even in the beginning, and even though I didn’t have Conner back then, I still should’ve ended my sham of a marriage sooner, for both our sakes.