Chapter 19: Hope Night

At six on Saturday morning, the light came gray through the window, and I woke up with Rory's mouth on my shoulder.

"You're awake," he said.

"You're up to something."

"I'm checking your pulse."

"With your teeth?"

"It's a new technique."

I turned over and pulled him down by the shoulders.

Tonight there would be four hundred people and a photograph.

For now there was a bed and a man who had called out sick for the first time in nine years.

"Come here," I said. "Before they ruin the day."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't be careful."

"I wasn't going to be."

He kissed me slow and deep, and I opened my mouth and let him in.

His hands went under my shirt and up my ribs, and I arched into them.

I had my fingers in his hair.

I could feel him hard against my hip through the thin cotton, and the wanting came up through me in a long, hot rush.

"Off," I said, and pulled at his shirt.

He tugged mine over my head.

We were skin to skin in a moment, his chest against mine, the cool morning air on my back.

He rolled us over so that I was above him, and I braced my hands on his chest and looked down.

His eyes were dark and half closed.

"Look at you," he said, roughly. "Look what you do to me."

"I haven't done anything yet."

"You will."

I slid my wet pussy down over his hard cock slowly, until he was buried to the hilt, and we both stopped breathing.

I felt full, and perfectly still.

"Abby," he said, between his teeth.

"I know."

I started to move, a slow roll of my hips, and his hands clamped on my waist and guided me.

He watched my face the whole time.

"Say it," I told him.

"Say what?"

"What you want."

"You. Like this. For the rest of the damned year."

I laughed, and the laugh turned into a gasp when he fucked up into me and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

After that neither of us said anything sensible.

The old bed knocked the wall, and the ducks trembled, and I heard Bea shout from downstairs, "I'm making coffee! Loudly!"

I came hard around his cock with my head thrown back and his name in my throat.

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