“Because when I lived here I was too young to have girls stay and my mother was always bloody home through the day. Since I have been coming home to visit, I have never bought a girl back here.”
My eyebrows rise. “I’m the first?” I bend to cup his face and lean in as I slowly kiss his lips. “I love that I’m your first.” I smile. This is the most delicious piece of information he has shared with me today.
“So do I,” he whispers back.
“But…” I grin. “We are not christening this bed.” I hit it hard with my hand to mimic him. “We are not even having sex this weekend. I am not going to let your parents think I’m a sex-crazed bitch. I want to impress them, Alastar.”
“I want you to impress me, and besides, I want them to know the real you. The sex maniac you,” he whispers. “She’s much more fun than this frigid version.”
I smirk and open the door. “Downstairs… now,” I mouth.
“You are wrecking my fun. Please cease talking,” he mutters dryly as he begrudgingly walks past me.
I slap him hard on the behind and he turns and raises his eyebrows in jest. “No,” I mouth as I point down the hall.
“Stop nagging me, woman,” he mouths as he brushes past me.
* * *
Dinner was beautiful, as was the company. It’s about 10pm, and we are still sitting around the table drinking wine. Alastar’s parents are lovely and so obviously proud of their eldest son. The have had me in fits of laughter with stories of their township and the trouble that Alastar and Thomas used to get into when they were children. They have made me feel so welcome. I keep catching Alastar’s eyes lingering lovingly on my face. My mind goes to the restaurant when I was meeting Mark’s parents and how different this all feels compared to that. Even then I knew I wanted to meet Alastar’s parents in Ireland. It seems surreal that I am actually here… that he’s actually mine, and that he has told me he is in love with me.
I never knew happiness like this existed. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
I don’t care where we go or what we do, as long as Alastar is by my side, I am happy. He’s funny and intelligent. He’s dominate but gentle and caring, and I feel so, so loved. It’s hard to understand that this is even the same man who played me when we first met.
I have met my soul mate. I found him and I can’t even fathom going home to Australia without him.
“When do you go home to Australia?” his dad asks.
I smile. His father is a handsome man, tall like Alastar, with the strongest accent I have ever heard. I have to really concentrate to decipher what he is saying. Nobody else has the turned eye, just Alastar. I smile. I love that slightly different eye now. I can’t imagine him any other way. It wouldn’t be him and I wouldn’t like it.
“I’m not sure.” He smiles softly as he waits for my answer. “I have an open ticket.”
His mother nods as she sips her wine. “Would you like to live in London or Australia?” she asks.
I swallow nervously as my eyes flicker to Alastar again. “Six months in Australia and six months in Ireland would be perfect,” I reply softly.
His father laughs out loud. “Aye, that’ll do. That’ll do nicely.”
“Oh, I do love this girl,” his mother cries.
Alastar smiles the sexiest damn smile I have ever seen before he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “She’s trying to win you over, Mother,” he mutters dryly.
“She’s doing a damn good job of it,” his mother cries and we all laugh out loud. “If you can get my boy to return to Ireland, I shall worship the ground you walk on.” She laughs as she grabs my hand over the table and squeezes it.
I love this family.
* * *
Hours later, it’s dark, and Alastar is standing next to me by the bed under the glow of the small lamps. His parents have gone to bed downstairs and Alastar and I in our bedroom. It’s late. We have been making out for a long time. He kisses me, all tongue, all dominance, and all freaking perfection.
His hand grips my behind as he rubs me forward onto his hard body, up and down, up and down. His teeth stretch my bottom lip towards his.
“Twinkle,” I breathe as my eyes close. I wasn’t kidding before. I really don’t want to have sex in his parents’ house.
His mouth goes roughly to my neck and he bites me almost violently. The room is deafly silent and the sound of our breathing seems magnified. My head throws back in pleasure. “Alastar, your parents,” I whisper.
“They love you,” he whispers against my breast.
I smile to myself like an idiot. “Good, because I love them.”
“I need you.”
My hands drop to the back of his head as he devours my breast through my nightdress. He bites me hard and my body clenches in excitement. His hand drops, finding its way under my nightdress, and he sweeps his fingers underneath my panties. I try to pull away.
“Alastar,” I whisper again. “Your parents.”
“Yeah, they want me to fuck you,” he murmurs into my breast
I giggle.
“Hard.”