Cherry Girl (Neil & Elaina 1)

Then his cock took the place where his tongue had just been.

We both shouted together as his enormous length burrowed all the way in, bumping the wall of my cervix with a sharp luxurious sting.

“I love you so much…” he moaned at my shoulder as he reared back. And then he powered forward violently. The pace was wicked, the thrusting fierce, the pleasure intense, as he found his rhythm with me. I floated away to a place where thinking was not possible, nor important. We both knew where we were and what we were doing.

It was finally right.

So very right…when Neil fucked me against the panoramic window of his flat, that looked out upon the city of London, in all her nighttime glory… So very right…when Neil claimed me for the second time in our lives.

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He brushed his hand up and down my hip absently as if he didn’t want me to forget he was there.

As if I could ever forget when he was touching me.

We were now spooning on our sides in front of the window, snuggled into the thick fur rug on the floor. The rug was so decadently soft, and although I appreciated its cushioni

ng from the hard floor, I didn’t need its warmth. I had my man right up against me to keep me warm. My body was burning with heat anyway, from what we’d just done together, and continued simmering for a good long while. I didn’t feel like I could ever be cold again.

“Thank you,” he whispered at the edge of my shoulder, pressing his lips there before moving them on to the next spot, little soft kisses on my skin in a trail up my shoulder to my neck.

“My pleasure,” I purred.

“Yours and mine,” he said.

“I’ve still not gotten a tour of your flat yet, you know.”

“You’ve seen the only part that’s ever really mattered to me though.”

“The window was that special to you, Neil?”

“Yes.”

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, “You don’t really need a tour anyway.”

“Why don’t I?”

“Because this is your home now. You live here.”

I stiffened in shock. “I don’t remember being asked such a thing.”

He rolled me onto my back and leaned over me, his hand coming up to hold one side of my face. “Cherry, will you live here with me? Make this your home? With me?”

His chocolate eyes glittered down at me, his thumb brushing back and forth over my cheekbone. The love in his eyes answered every question I needed answering. I knew he loved me, as I loved him. I didn’t really need him to ask me, because I knew I was home. Home was Neil. I wasn’t the young girl he’d loved before though. Long years had changed us both, but my answer was really, very easy, and simple.

“I love you…so yes,” I answered him with a kiss to those precious lips of his that knew how to love me so well.

Neil got up first, and then bent down to pick me up from the rug, kissing me sweetly, as soon as he was on his feet. He smiled at me and then he started walking, carrying me off somewhere, down the hallway of my new home.

I didn’t care where, and could only imagine his intent was to show me the bedroom where I would be sleeping from that point on.

24

“Just like my brother to be out of the country when there’s work to be done.” Elaina was checking her text messages as I drove us to her mum’s. “This is what he sent me: ‘Sorry sis, off to Paris. Big clients with deep wallets have me shouting Vive la France! Scotty can do without my help just fine. He’s bigger and stronger than me. –Ian.’” She scoffed at her mobile in disgust. “What an arse.”

“But think about if he did help move you into my flat how we wouldn’t be able to get rid of him after. He’d stay for hours and hours, drinking all my Guinness and expecting us to feed him.”

“That’s a very good point, Captain.” She turned in the seat to face me as I drove, a frown marring the smoothness of her brow.