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  The doctor patched up her knee, I wasn’t sure she’d even registered that I’d lifted up her dress and unhooked her stockings, rolling them down to allow him to clean up the damaged knee and wrap a bandage around it. He also put a support bandage on the wrist she’d been clutching to her chest, then made her take two sedatives, which he assured me would not only calm her down, but knock her out until the morning, when he’d be back to check on her. I thanked him and sat with her, just stroking her hair and telling her everything was going to be ok, until she finally succumbed to the drugs and her tears stopped and body went limp. I grabbed one of the cashmere blankets from the walk in wardrobe and carefully placed it over her, tucking it around her body to make sure she was warm, then took a deep sigh and headed outside to find my parents and Brady’s mum sitting silently in the lounge. They all leapt to attention like soldiers as I walked in.

  ‘Stop,’ I yelled, covering my ears with my hands as all three of them started bombarding me with questions that I had no idea how to answer. ‘It’s not my place to say why this has happened, but they’ve had a disagreement and Brady left the hotel. We have no idea where he is, Roger’s gone to try and find him. Lisa was understandably upset and she hurt herself falling over, while she was trying to catch him to stop him from leaving. The doctor’s just seen her and tended to her knee and wrist and sedated her to stop her crying. She’ll be asleep until the morning. Until her or Brady are ready to tell you what happened, I can’t. There’s nothing you can do here right now, so please don’t ask me any more questions that I can’t answer. What’s happening downstairs with the guests?’

  ‘Anita’s convinced them to stay for the meal as it was already being cooked, no point it going to waste,’ Dad advised, ever the practical one in the family.

  ‘Then I think you should go and join them, someone should at least thank them for coming and apologise for the situation. I think the evening party should be cancelled. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to dance and celebrate when the couple of the day aren’t even there.’

  ‘Agreed,’ Mrs Collins nodded. ‘I just wish I understood what had happened. Brady was so happy. He just met his dad and spent ages telling us how much he loved her and how today was going to be the best day of his life.’

  ‘It was supposed to be both of theirs,’ I smiled sadly. ‘I promise if there’s any news I’ll send word straight away.’

  ‘Are you going to be ok, sweetheart? You don’t look so good yourself,’ Mum asked, putting her arm around me in a protective manner. I leaned my head on her shoulder, taking comfort from the gesture.

  ‘I’ll be fine. Think of all the times Lisa’s had to be there for me with yet another of my issues. It’s my turn to step up.’

  ‘You’re good girls, both of you,’ she smiled, kissing my cheek. ‘You always look out for each other and I couldn’t be prouder of you right now. Call me if you need me or if there’s anything I can do.’

  ‘I will,’ I nodded, my shoulders slumping after they’d all hugged and kissed me, then left. I stuck my head in to check on Lisa again. She hadn’t moved and was breathing heavily. I made my way back to the lounge, kicked off my heels and curled up in the corner of the sofa, laying my head on the plump stuffed, soft arm, as I hugged a cushion to my chest and started to cry tears of frustration for my sister. I nearly screamed when I suddenly felt myself being lifted, but the scent of the body I was pressed up against reassured me immediately. Roger.

  ‘Hey, it’s ok. This will all sort out,’ he quietly reassured me as he sank back down into the sofa, with me on his lap. He tightened his arms around me as I leaned my cheek against his chest. I closed my eyes, he sounded so confident I wanted to believe him, despite the odds being stacked against a happy ever after for them. I sighed and rubbed my cheek against his shirt, taking comfort from his warm, hard, deliciously scented body.

  ‘Any news on Brady?’ I asked, as I felt Roger shift underneath me, wondering if that was an erection I could feel pressing against my backside.

  ‘He needs time,’ he stated.

  ‘You spoke to him?’

  ‘Yes, he replied, resting his chin on the top of my head. ‘He’s angry, obviously, not so much with Lisa, but with this whole fucked up situation. He told me he needed space, that he’d be in contact with me when he was ready. He asked me to make sure Lisa was looked after. So I’m doing just that. If he wanted me there, he’d ask.’

  ‘Sitting cuddling me isn’t looking after Lisa,’ I whispered, listening to the strong beat of his heart next to my ear.

  ‘You’re looking after Lisa, someone needs to look after you, so you’re stuck with me until the morning when everyone’s had time for a little more perspective. Can I get you anything? Drink, food?’ he asked, kissing my hair. I felt a little shiver of pleasure run through my body.

  ‘I’m good, thanks, this is helping. Order yourself something. They can access any type of whisky that you like, that’s your tipple right?’

  ‘Yes it is, but I’m good too, thanks.’

  ‘A sober and caring Roger? I’ve seen everything,’ I replied with a slight giggle, as I reached up to wipe some of my tears away.

  ‘I’m bored of the old Roger, I’m trying new things,’ he chuckled.

  ‘Maybe try a change of surname. You’ll never get a woman to marry you. Who wants to be Mrs. Cockburn? Sounds like a TV advert for Gonorrhoea. Hot, itchy painful cock? You’ve got Cockburn, try our remedy and pretty soon you’ll go from Cockburn, to Cocksure.’

  ‘I don’t have Gonorrhoea thank you very much,’ he laughed. ‘I’ve always been careful. Never had an STD in my life.’

  ‘Me neither,’ I nodded. We sat in silence for a while, until the rising tension and rising erection under my backside got too much and I squirmed on his lap.

  ‘Please stop,’ he groaned. ‘I’m hard, you know I am and it’s not fair to provoke me when I’m trying to be gentlemanly. You and me, it’s a bad idea. I mean fuck, if Lisa and Brady can’t make it work, people like us have no chance.’

  ‘People like us?’ I asked, slowly tilting my head back to gaze up at him, swallowing hard as he gazed down at me, something unspoken swimming in those chocolate pools, framed by long dark lashes. I felt my stomach flutter as I stared into them, especially when his tongue flicked out to dampen his full bottom lip.

  ‘Emotionally stunted fuck ups,’ he confirmed. ‘People who have one night stands to avoid intimacy. We’re not cut out for anything other than amazing sex.’

  ‘Hmmmm,’ I murmured, adjusting myself on his lap again. ‘Amazing sex,’ I repeated. He shifted positions, slipping down lower on the sofa as he moved those delicious lips closer towards me. My heart started beating a little faster as my insides liquefied. O God, he was going to kiss me. Kissing Roger led to sex and man, did I want a Roger power fuck right now. My lips parted slightly as he moved closer. A string of expletives nearly exploded from my mouth as he moved his head at the last minute and kissed my forehead.

  ‘Bad idea,’ he whispered. ‘You’re emotional and vulnerable and in my capacity as best man, it’s my duty to look after the maid of honour. So close your eyes, you look tired. I’m just going to hold you while you sleep.’

  I did close my eyes, embarrassed to keep looking at him after being rejected like that. I’d just made it obvious I wanted him to kiss me, he knew it and he hadn’t take advantage of the opportunity. His arms tightened around me and I felt him lay his cheek on the top of my head. Tears pooled behind my closed lids. I’d never had a man take care of me when I was feeling so emotional, all I knew was sexual comfort, yet here was the one man I least expected to, being chivalrous and caring with me. The thought made my whole body light up with an unexplainable warmth as I let his heartbeat lull me into a deep sleep of my own.

  The Signature Suite

  Roger

  I frowned, a myriad of emotions battering my senses as I looked down at Mandy, asleep in my arms. This was new.

  This was weird.

>   I could see her perfect dark pink lips, slightly parted as she breathed, the swell of her small breasts held tightly by that purple material and her long, sexy legs, which stretched out on the sofa, with her toenails painted the same colour as her dress. All of that would turn me on, it did turn me on, I’d been hard since the moment I’d picked her up to hold her, but the weird part was I was content to just sit here watching her sleeping. I felt strong and powerful because a woman who spent the majority of her time insulting me, felt secure enough to fall asleep on me when she was hurting. Lisa and Mandy were so close, they’d always felt each other’s pain, yet now it seemed I felt Mandy’s. The minute I’d walked in and had seen her crying, something inside me reacted and hurt too. I wanted to take it all away for her and holding her, not acting on my intense desire to fuck her, was the only way I felt able to help in some small way. I couldn’t recall ever helping a woman like this, when there wasn’t anything in it for me that was.

  I’d nearly kissed her earlier, she’d wanted me too as well, but it felt wrong to take advantage of her. What the hell was wrong with me? All of my life I’d been so fucking selfish when it came to women, seeing and taking whatever I wanted. Tonight was the first time I’d showed any restraint, denying my own desires to do what was right. It wasn’t just that she was my best friend’s sister-in-law now either. I’d known her since she was a teenager and I’d always been attracted to her, but until last week I’d never acted on it, for fear of it causing problems with Lisa and Brady. Yeah, that was it. Feelings had nothing to do with it. I didn’t do feelings, other than sexual, when it came to the fairer sex. I always remember the look on my dad’s face when my mum picked up her suitcase and walked outside, getting into the car of the guy she’d been having an affair with. She didn’t even look back, let alone kiss me goodbye or apologise for leaving us. I was nine years old and I never saw her again. I guess that’s where my “issues” came from. I was mistrustful of women. She’d hurt me and my dad so badly I never wanted to be in that position. Years of friendship with Brady though had me questioning my rationale. When I’d watched how he and Lisa were together, the way she looked at him when he was busy doing something else, it warmed my cold heart. I’d started to believe that maybe all women weren’t like my mother.

  So what made me look at Mandy differently? On paper, she was the one girl I should steer clear of. She wasn’t quite as sexual as I was, but she gave me a good run for my money. If anyone was likely to be unsatisfied in a monogamous relationship, it was her. But she was so like me I saw past some of her bravado. She was dealing with whatever issues she had with relationships, by avoiding them and never getting attached too. We were two peas from the same pod. If anyone could understand us, be good for us, change us, it was each other. I huffed out a surprised breath as that revelation hit me. Was I really thinking of trying to have a relationship, with her? I had four sexual years more than her under my belt. What if she wasn’t in the place where she was ready to think of leaving it behind? She’d laugh me out of the fucking door and I’d never hear the end of it. If Lisa and Brady sorted this fucked up situation out, I’d be seeing Mandy for the rest of my life. Did I really want her mocking me for that long?

  I stiffened as she moved on my lap, arching her back, her breasts nearly tumbling out of her dress as she pointed her toes and let out a contented sigh. I blinked a few times as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up into mine. Jesus, they were so deep. Comparing them to glossy tempered chocolate was too tame for the mocha hue looking up at me invitingly. I shook my head. Was I reading into things? She’d just woken up, she wasn’t giving me inviting eyes, she was half asleep. I grimaced as she wriggled her hips slowly, her backside skimming over my painfully stiff cock. Was that deliberate? Her lips parted again as we studied each other silently. Christ my heart was beating so loud I was sure she could hear it. I just wanted to grasp her long brown, coconut scented, glossy hair, yank her head back and plunge my tongue between those lips to taste her again. I was sure her eyes were daring me, taunting me. If I did, would she slap me? She’d done it before when I’d tried to kiss her in the past.

  Fuck, I wanted her so badly. I wanted her up against the wall as I bit her slender neck. I wanted her on her back, her legs wrapped high around my waist as I pulverised her sweet cunt. I wanted her face buried in a pillow to muffle her screams as I pounded into her arse while my fingers worked on her tender little clit. I couldn’t think of a way I didn’t want her. Shit, my cock hurt so badly, my balls were turning blue. Was she testing me as a joke, or was she really interested? I had no idea. My radar was completely on the fritz when it came to this damn woman. I slowly ran one of my hands up, from where I’d been holding her just above the elbow, to her upper arm, making sure my knuckles grazed the side of her breast as I watched, eagle eyed, for her response. Her pupils dilated and she inhaled sharply. She shifted her head, rubbing her cheek across one of my nipples. I stifled a growl. She was the only woman I’d fucked, to spend ages kissing and biting my nipples, which I’d loved. I also loved the way she licked and sucked my balls while stroking my cock, or pressed on my perineum while my cock fucked her sexy mouth.

  I could see my chest heaving as my breathing picked up speed. The memory of what it felt like to have her velvety walls smothering my cock was heady. She moved her hips again, rubbing her thighs together, so I ran my eyes up to her breasts. They were rising and falling rapidly too and her nipples, unusually large for such small breasts, had pebbled under the material of her dress. I ran my left hand down her body, under the pretence of shifting positions, clasping her bare leg. She slid down slightly, so my fingers disappeared under the hem of her dress, coming to rest on her upper thigh. I straightened them, fighting the urge to let them dive between her thighs to check if she was wearing underwear or see how wet she was. The thought of her thighs around my ears as I licked her clean nearly made me combust on the spot. But the one thing I really wanted to do, the one thing I hadn’t done with her, was lick or fuck her cute little arse. The one she always made sure she swayed when she walked in front of me, or stuck out when she bent over. Taunting me.

  My fingers curled around her soft skin under her dress, tightening to see her response. Her upper teeth bit down on her lower lip as her eyes half-closed and a soft whimper left her throat. I tightened my grip on her, then stood, lifting her straight up in my arms as I started walking towards the bedrooms. Her eyes widened and she reached out to grip one of my flexing biceps.

  ‘Bedroom?’ I growled.

  ‘Second on the left,’ she whispered, her tone low and sexy. My God, I don’t think I’d ever been so desperate to fuck a woman in my life. I managed to open the door, angle her through it, then push it to with my foot. I strode over to the bed, hearing the sound of her fast breaths resonating in the air as I carefully laid her down. It took all of my strength to kiss her forehead, spin on my heels and walk back towards the door. I had to know if she was fucking with me or if she was serious. ‘Where are you going?’ she called, her voice incredulous. I grinned to myself, before quickly wiping it off my face and turning to face her.

  ‘You looked tired, I thought you needed a rest.’

  ‘A rest?’ she spluttered as she propped herself up on her elbows, bending one knee, giving me a glimpse straight up her dress. Jesus, she had on a pair of purple lace knickers as well.

  ‘I’ll be in the spare room next door if you need me,’ I advised, trying to keep a straight face, while pleading with her to give me a definite sign.

  ‘Like fuck you will,’ she gasped. Before I had a chance to blink, she’d made it across the room and leapt up into my arms, her legs circling my hips as her lips crashed against mine. Hot, heavy and needy. And so fucking tasty. I squashed her against my chest as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Sign accepted, baby. I staggered back towards the bed as the battle of our tongues raged. Jesus I needed to fuck her so badly. I tore her off my body and threw her down on the bed, scrambling to rip my clothes off a
s she tugged at her dress.

  ‘Knickers on,’ I ordered as I freed myself of my jacket, shirt and cravat.

  ‘Bossy arsehole,’ she muttered, revealing her breasts as her dress was shoved down to her waist.

  ‘If you want my tongue on that clit of yours, inside your slick cunt or tight little arse, you’ll do as you’re told.’

  ‘Jesus,’ she whimpered, kicking her dress off as I ripped down my trousers and boxers. Her eyes flashed hungrily as my heavy cock sprung free. I could feel the pre-come all over my engorged head. I’d never resisted fucking anyone for so long in my life. I hadn’t even kicked my shoes off, let alone the clothes pooled around my ankles, when she scrambled across the bed on all fours. I grunted as she grabbed my pulsing erection and licked it clean. I reached down to grab her hair and pull it out of her face, not wanting to miss a second of this. She looked up at me, lust fuelling her eyes as she turned on the full Dyson effect I’d dreamed of so often and virtually pulled my first ejaculation of the night straight out of me. No way was I only coming once with her tonight.

  ‘Fuck, slow down unless you want me to blow my load,’ I growled. She pulled her head away, leaving me hissing as the cool air encircled me, where moments ago the intoxicating heat of her mouth had been, then she winked at me.

  ‘Of course I want you to blow your load. The faster you do, the faster I get your mouth on my pussy and the longer you’ll spend down there as you recharge. Then when you’re ready you can fuck me like a real man, so I can’t walk in the morning.’

  ‘With pleasure, baby,’ I winked in return, then fisted my hands in her hair and yanked her head back onto my cock, nearly passing out from pleasure. Jesus, she was seriously the best I’d ever had and I was ashamed to admit just how qualified I was to make that statement. The fact that she was vocal enough to tell me what she wanted as well, was one hell of a turn on. In the words of Justin Timberlake, sexually, it really was like I was looking in a mirror. I groaned loudly as her wet lips moved up and down, her tongue teasing my slit and crown as she moved back up my shaft, her fingers rolling my balls against each other. I hoped she was going to massage that sensitive spot right behind them, the one that had me shooting my load like a bloody semi-automatic rifle. I looked down again, catching her eyes looking up at me with some kind of awe on her face. What was that? Was it just my cock she couldn’t get enough of, or was she feeling something for me, the guy behind the nickname, or two, that I’d deservedly earned. I still wasn’t sure with her. She played her cards as close to her chest as I did. ‘Fuck,’ I moaned, as one of her fingers moved back to press just where I’d hoped she would.