Abigail was in heaven as Robert’s mouth moved hot and urgent on hers. He cupped her jaw in his two large hands and tipped her face to the side to deepen the kiss. Pressing her back hard against the hard wood of the door, Robert’s hands slid smoothly down her throat and to the front of her blouse, unbuttoning with deft fingers.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against her mouth. “We have twenty minutes till lunch.”
“Wait,” she gasped and pulled away. “We can’t. Your parents are right down stairs.” Her cheeks flushed, mortified at the thought of Robert’s parents hearing them having sex.
He smiled and walked her back against the door. “Two words,” he whispered. “Sound – Proof.” He punctuated his words with kisses and chuckled at her surprised, “Oh.”
She giggled and sighed as his mouth made a hot trail down her throat and back up to meet her lips in a searing kiss that left her trembling. When he lifted her as though she weighed nothing it was the easiest thing in the world to wrap her long legs around his waist and let him carry her to the bed.
They were both laughing when they tumbled in a mess of arms and legs onto the ancient four-poster bed. Mouths clashed hotly and hands touched, caressed and impatiently undid buttons and pulled down zips. When she finally straddled his legs, perfectly naked Robert’s eyes filled with so much heat she thought she might actually catch fire.
Luscious chestnut hair cascaded down over her shoulders, long creamy thighs, soft curves, heavy firm breasts. She felt his gaze as it moved over her exposed flesh and flushed when he sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
“You’re a living fantasy,” he said, his words a breathless moan.
Abigail didn’t know how to respond, she’d never been very good at taking compliments. Instead she lowered herself down till she was straddling his knees then dipped to take the head of his erection between her lips.
“Oh fuck.” Was all he managed as his fingers threaded through her hair.
There were many sensations Abigail enjoyed but the feel of a man’s hands gripping her hair while his cock filled her mouth were possibly one of her favourites. The head of his cock was silky and the thickness made her lips stretch wide; she couldn’t take as much as she wanted, but from Roberts gasps and whispered words of praise she didn’t think he mind at all.
“Oh babe – oh babe that’s so good. Love the feel of your mouth on me.”
Wrapping her fingers around the length of his shaft she sucked hard then swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. She set up a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down; taking his length deeper with each till his cock was hitting the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck!” His knees bent up and his whole body shook. “Stop, babe. I wanna cum in your sweet cunt.”
Too happy to oblige, Abigail let his cock escape her sucking mouth, with a POP that made him moan, then slowly crawled up his body, making him wait. Her own pussy was tightening and dripping with arousal. Sucking cock always turned her on till she was ready to explode at the slightest touch.
He sat up to meet her as her thighs straddled his hips. Cupping her face he took her lips in a series of nipping, teasing kisses and in one smooth movement she positioned his thick cock at her tight, ready entrance and made them one. Mouth sliding hot and panting over his Abigail rode him long and hard, rising high till merely the tip remained clamped within her gripping pussy then slamming down, making them both moan.
The rhythm was maddening, fast, frantic. Abigail slid one hand down between them and parted her soaking folds to find her swollen clit. The moment her finger started circling and rubbing her world started to crumble and shatter.
“God I love when you do that.” His words panted against her lips. “Ooh I can feel you cumming.”
Her legs turned to jelly and her toes curled with the oncoming climax. “Oh! Oh Robert, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum. I wanna cum around your thick cock.”
He let out a strangled groan. Robert loved it when she started talking dirty. Abigail was usually too embarrassed but in these moments on the edge of orgasm it all came out in a stream of filth.
Gripping her hips he held her in place, spread his thighs wide and thrust up, hard. Her delighted cry just spurred him on and pressing his head hard against the pillow he let go, letting his legs do the work, pumping his cock faster and faster into her hungry cunt.
Her head fell back, hair tickling against her bottom and all at once she was there. Heat spread through her chest and white hot pleasure bloomed and flooded through her whole body. Robert’s cock throbbed within her clenching. Swelling, flexing, as her pussy clamped down on his hard length over and over, milking him of his cum. Three more thrusts and Robert held deep moaning through his climax.
Later they stood under the twin showers kissing, still enjoying the afterglow. The bathroom was huge, all marble and glass with huge ornate mirrors. Abigail could literally see herself from every angle. It was sort of perverse.
Water ran in rivulets over Robert’s wide tanned shoulders, down his smooth chest and tight abs. Abigail looked over his shoulder to the giant mirror behind him. She could see his muscled back and incredible ass and couldn’t help watching, transfixed by the way his skin shimmered under the hot spray and soap.
“So do you think they liked me?” She asked, watching as he tipped his head back under the hot spray. His dark shaggy hair was almost black when wet.
“Who, my parents?”
“No the dogs,” she said sardonically. “Yes, your parents.”
“They don’t really know you.” Then off her horrified expression he added, “Yes, I think they liked you and they will love you as much as I do.”
When Robert asked her to come stay with him at his family’s waterside holiday house she’d been thrilled. Somehow being introduced to his parents made their relationship more concrete, more real; he didn’t just like the sex he wanted her in his life. After the humiliation of her last relationship, she’d been afraid to hope that Robert could want more than just sex. But he’d been nothing like her last boyfriend. Robert was perfect.
Abigail wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she met his parents but she was surprised at just how open and welcoming they were. To say they were rich was a major understatement. Robert was an almost completely self-made billionaire as founder and CEO of Barkley-Warrington Enterprise with his business partner Conrad Warrington. His parents, Michael and Emily were old money dating back generations.
It seemed silly now but she’d sort of expected them to look down her nose at her. At twenty-eight Abigail was a moderately successful writer, meaning she wasn’t exactly rolling in cash or winning world-wide acclaim but she made enough to live on and that suited her just fine. All the same she’d been intimidated when Robert drove them up the drive for the first time to his parent’s holiday house only to discover it should have been more aptly labelled a holiday mansion.
Sprawling grounds led right to the Silverbrook Passage, water so clear and sparking it hurt her eyes. The mansion itself was a mastery of stone, brick and wood and she could get lost in the gardens for hours.
“Shall we go down?” Robert asked from in front of the mirror where he was combing his hair into something almost presentable.
He looked both relaxed and impeccable in tailored navy trousers and collarless white button-up.
“Do I look okay?” She’d chosen a light, flowery summer dress and strappy sandals.
“Hmm.” He turned and looked her up and down critically. “It’s missing something.”
She flushed and suddenly felt self-conscious. Should she have chosen something more formal? She let him lead her to the full length mirror and watched in the reflection as he stood close behind and reached into his pocket.
A memory flashed.
She was in front of a full length mirror much like this one, only it was Sir behind her making her watch her reflection as he brought her to orgasm with his long, deft fingers...
She blinked, flushing. It had been weeks since she even thought about him and never so vividly. At least not since she’d met Robert.
“This should do it,” Robert said, his voice shocking her back to the present as he placed a long box into her hands.
He was watching her in the mirror as she opened the expensive looking box with trembling fingers to find a thin silver chain and a pendent of raining tiny diamond studded butterflies. She was afraid to touch it. It looked so delicate, so fragile. It was the most perfect, beautiful piece of jewellery she’d ever seen.
Her mouth went dry as he reached around her and plucked the necklace from the box and brought it to her. The silver felt cool against her flesh and the tinkle of tiny butterflies danced at the base of her throat.
“I can’t...” she gasped even as her mind gloried at how stunning it looked glimmering and sparkling. “It’s too expensive.”
He chuckled and placed a firm kiss on her shoulder. “Try saying that again like you mean it.”
He turned to grab something from the chair and Abigail stared back at her reflection. Her time with Sir was over. She was the one who wanted more, who fell in love, not him and that was that. But that was in the past and Robert was here now. He wanted more, he could give her what Sir wasn’t willing to even think about.
“You alright?” Robert placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
Abigail nodded and turned away from the mirror to face him. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck she lifted up on tiptoes and placed a kiss on his smiling mouth. “Let’s go.”
~*~*~*~
They joined Michael and Emily for lunch just as it was being served by two pretty young women in black and white uniforms, watched attentively by Frances the staunch butler who had greeted them at the door earlier.
“Sorry we’re late,” Robert said with a grin and took his seat. He nodded his head towards Abigail. “What is it with women and taking hours to pick a dress?”
She made a face at his teasing and quipped, “Oh so we’re not going to be mentioning how long it took you to style you’re hair just right?”
His parents laughed and the conversation flowed easy as they ate from a selection of cold meats, fresh bread, cheese and fruit, sipping sweet white wine.
“Your brother called while you were getting settled,” Emily said passing a bowl of cherries to Robert. “He’ll be coming after all and should be here just after lunch.”
“Gareth is coming?” Robert grinned and clapped his hands. “Brilliant, we haven’t managed to exchange more than a couple of calls since Christmas.” Turning to Abigail he added. “My brother is a dour bastard but it’s all for show. He owns a publishing house in the city so I’m sure you’ll have plenty to argue about.”
I made faux laughing gesture and kicked him lightly under the table.
“Oh yes, Robert told us you were a writer.” Michael said smiling at her openly. “And you make a living?”
She nodded. “I mean I’m no Stephen King but I make enough to hold onto my apartment and pay the bills.”
Emily cringed. “I can’t stomach King, all that sex and violence.”
“Abigail gets enough of that in the real world – OUCH!” Robert exclaimed when Abigail kicked him hard under the table and laughed with his parents.
“I write cosy mysteries so all the sex and violence is strictly off-screen.”
Robert murmured an agreement and met her earlier kick with an affectionate tap. “She’s been described by some at J.D. Robb meets the Bronte sisters.”
She blushed. “That was one reviewer.”
“So it wasn’t Heathcliff who killed the wealthy older husband of the beautiful orphaned heiress?” Emily joked, eyes wide with enjoyment.
“No he was off making his fortune and far from the moors,” Abigail replied and the two laughed together.
Emily continued discussing the books they loved as Michael quizzed her on writing life. When she looked at Robert he was smiling at her with what looked like pride and she couldn’t help smiling back, making him proud made her giddy with happiness. For a first meeting of his family lunch was going well. His parents were real and friendly and they honestly seemed to like her.
The conversation was just starting to wane when the butler strode through the doors and announced that Gareth had arrived. Emily and Michael stood and moved to greet him with excited words and wide open arms.
“Gareth! Darling you look well,” Emily was gushing and Abigail turned just in time to see the older woman pull an expensively dressed giant into her arms in a way that only a mother could.
He stood straight and Abigail’s smile fell away. Her head filled with air and the breath left her lungs in one long gush. She watched feeling like she was outside her body, floating just out of reach as Gareth and Michael shook hands. He was here. He was Robert’s brother. Gareth Kirkland. Sir. The one man she’d hoped to never see again.
“Gareth, it’s good to see you,” Michael said grinning broadly.
“You as well, sir,” Gareth replied, his words formal but his tone warm.
“Gareth, mate, it’s good to see you,” Robert yanked him into a hug only slightly more dignified then Emily’s. “Come meet my new lady, Abigail.”
“Oh yes, you must!” Emily gushed.
Abigail held her breath as Gareth’s dark eyes found her and recognition lit in his steely gaze.
“Gareth meet Abigail,” Robert introduced them, caressing a hand down her bare arm, a clear sign of ownership.
He seemed taller then she remembered. His hair was clipped stylishly short and a cross between ash-brown and dirty blond. Wide shoulders, long legs, strong arms, another man his size would look awkward in the expensively cut suit but Gareth’s was tailored to his body perfectly. She remembered the way his eyes darkened to hot embers when he was aroused and the feel of those huge hands moulding her body to his.
Shit! Was he going to pretend that they’d never met? Was she?
It took everything she had to hold out a hand to him and say, “Gareth Kirkland, it’s good to see you again.”
His face went blank and his eyes narrowed. Let him be pissed. She wasn’t lying.
“Abigail Wutherly, the pleasure is mine,” he replied politely but the slight quirk of his eyebrow made the pulse spike through her veins.
Robert was looking from Gareth to Abigail. “You know each other?” He gaze settled on her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know he was your brother.” She frowned. “You have different last names.”
“My father passed away when I was very young,” Gareth said.
“Oh.” Was all she could manage.
Emily took Abigail’s elbow and led them all back to the table. “Don’t feel bad dear,” she chuckled. “You didn’t say anything wrong and there’s no way you could have known. So tell us how do you know our Gareth?”
Abigail took a long drink of wine and pasted on a smile before looking up at Gareth as he sat across from her and beside his half-brother. “I submitted my new book series to Kirkland and Dunwoody publishing house a year ago.”
“As I remember we turned it down.”
“You’re acquisitions editor liked it but you didn’t.”
“Yes, I believe that’s how it happened,” he replied smoothly. “But nevertheless you seem to have landed on your feet quite successfully.”
She smiled at that. “Well you know what they say; the best revenge is living well.”
Both Emily and Michael laughed. “Point, set, match,” Michael said.
Robert nodded his agreement and slapped Gareth on the back before grinning at Abigail. “See? I said the two of you would have plenty to argue about.”