‘A glass of champagne, please.’
‘Celebrating, Sir?’ she asked as she popped the cork and poured it into a plastic flute. Not quite the style I was used to, but this would be the last charter flight I’d ever take, so I could overlook it, just this once.
‘I certainly am. My life is about to change beyond recognition.’
‘I’m so pleased to hear that,’ she smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and licking her lower lip slowly. ‘Is there anything else I can get you? Anything at all? We pride ourselves on fulfilling our customers’ needs.’
‘Really,’ I chuckled, noticing her glance dip down to my crotch. I beckoned her with my finger and she leaned down, her large chest virtually smothering my face. ‘I’ve never joined the mile high club,’ I whispered, ready to pass it off as a joke if she slapped me.
‘Then it would be remiss of me not to assist you. I’d hate for a complaint to be lodged. Sit back and enjoy your champagne. I’ll be waiting at the rear in ten minutes.’
‘Excellent, I find it much more comfortable in the back,’ I growled, resisting the urge to bury my face in her ample cleavage and instead pulling out my wallet.
‘Not necessary, Sir. On me, in lieu of later payment,’ she winked.
Fuck me, my life really had taken a turn for the better.
Day Eighteen
Thursday 10th September
Ellie
I carried on running, admiring Dan’s physique in the mirror opposite. He had a sheen of perspiration covering his bare chest as he ran on the machine next to me, wearing just his shorts and trainers. I grabbed my towel off the rail in front of me and mopped my brow. I wasn’t sure if it was the actual running, or staring at him, that had me so hot and bothered. We’d arrived back in London a couple of hours ago, having left as soon as Oliver finished school. I’d been surprised that Dan had come. We were only here overnight for Oliver’s MMR injections tomorrow, which he was missing a day of school for, because Dan didn’t trust any other doctor to do them. I was kind of glad though. Even though yesterday had been a false alarm, it had shaken me. The children were in bed and we’d decided to de-stress with a good run in our ground-floor gym before we had an early night. I missed my stride, stumbled, and flailed as I tried to right myself, then landed with a thud on my backside on the motorised fast-moving rubber. I was catapulted backwards with a scream and landed in an ungainly heap on the cushioned gym floor. I covered my face, mortified, as I heard Dan roar with laughter.
‘Tell me there’s no recording of that,’ I moaned.
‘Sadly not, but that will teach you to concentrate on your steps instead of my body,’ he chuckled.
‘Like you weren’t checking me out, too.’ I peeked through my fingers to see he’d stopped both machines and was towering over me, still trying to contain his mirth.
‘I’m a professional, I can do both at the same time. Are you ok?’
‘Just embarrassed,’ I mumbled.
‘Here, take my hand,’ he offered, leaning down. I reached up to grab it, quickly pulling before he had a chance to brace his arm and haul me up. He yelled as he toppled forward and landed half across my body. It was my turn to laugh as he tried to catch his breath.
‘Such a professional,’ I giggled, then screamed as he started to tickle my ribs.
‘I’m a total professional at all times. I could tickle you until you do a Brooke and pee your shorts,’ he laughed. I kicked my legs and flapped my hands as I screeched with laughter, tears rolling down my face.
‘Stop, stop, please, or I really will.’
‘What’s in it for me if I stop,’ he asked, his voice taking on a low, husky tone. Dan’s voice was always sexy, but when it dropped an octave like that, it spoke to every part of my body and mind.
‘Me, even wetter,’ I whispered breathlessly. He shifted and grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head.
‘I like you wet,’ he purred.
‘Correction, you love me wet.’
‘I stand corrected, Mrs. Davenport. I do indeed love you wet, but then again, I’ve never known you any other way, such is my sexual appeal.’
‘It’s a good job we’re married and in love, or that arrogance could really turn a girl off.’
‘You called me arrogant when you first got to know me,’ he murmured, dipping his head to lick my wet chest from between my breasts up to the hollow of my throat.
‘I did,’ I nodded, my chest starting to heave.
‘But it didn’t turn you off, did it?’ He nipped my jaw, blowing on it, before kissing his way up to the corner of my mouth.
‘No,’ I confirmed, shifting underneath him as my body began to sing with need.
‘You know why I fell in love with you, Mrs. Davenport?’ he whispered seriously.
‘My sarcastic wit and ability to infuriate you?’ I suggested.
‘That too, but it was that you didn’t just love my face and body, you loved my heart. A heart I didn’t even realise I had anymore, but you saw it, you encouraged me to use it, and once I did, there was never going to be any room in it for anyone but you and our children. You own me, Ellie.’
‘Don’t,’ I moaned, my eyes filling with emotion. ‘You know what it does to me when you say things like that.’
‘How about when I do things like this?’ he asked, licking, then nibbling, the side of my neck.
‘O my God, I swear if the children wake up now, I will disown them.’
‘Another reason I love you. No matter how much you love sex with me, and you really love sex with me, you always put them first.’
‘Right now, I’d like to put us first. Don’t tease, I’m in the mood for hard and fast.’
‘Perfect,’ he growled, nipping my earlobe. He released my hands and sat upright, straddling my thighs, his fingers gripping the edges of my lycra shorts. I lifted my hips, suddenly more breathless than when I’d been running flat out on the treadmill minutes ago. He wasted no time pushing my knickers and shorts down. I ran my hands over his damp torso. He was nearly forty, but he hadn’t gained an ounce of fat in all the time I’d known him. He shoved his shorts down, commando underneath, and his heavy cock bounced as it was freed, draining my mouth of saliva. It was a thing of beauty. ‘Turn over,’ he ordered. ‘I want to watch your face in the mirror.’
I did as I was told, lifting each knee as he tugged my clothing off over my trainers. I loved his confidence that he pretty much always assumed that I was ready for him. One hand gripped the base of my ponytail, yanking my head back and forcing my eyes on his in our reflection, while his other hand positioned himself. I shivered in anticipation and bit my lower lip to muffle my cry. No matter how many times we fucked, I always cried out when his girth stretched me. It was the most incredible feeling. I groaned as he speared me, his eyes closing for a moment as he held still, my muscles gripping him in a tight spasm.
‘Please,’ I begged, thrusting back against him. His eyes half opened, flames dancing in his pupils as he tugged my hair even harder, forcing me up onto my knees.
‘Eyes on mine all the time, Ellie,’ he ordered, wrapping one arm around my shoulders to anchor my back to his chest, his free hand moving down to hover over my engorged clit.
‘Yes,’ I mewled. He slowly pulled his hips back, nearly pulling all of the way out of me, then rammed back, hard and fast, just as he’d promised, his index finger connecting with my clit at the same time. He quickly moved his hand from my chest to smother my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure as he thrust into me with short, fast jabs, hissing through his teeth as he did. My body ignited, heat radiating out from my centre as I started to pant.
‘When I said fast … I didn’t mean that fast,’ Dan breathed over my shoulder, a hint of an amused smile on his contorted face.
‘It’s … your fault, you’re … too good,’ I mumbled. I felt his chest swell with pride, as well as his cock, only adding to my impending crescendo. His finger and hips started to move faster, his heavy bre
athing in my ear like the sweetest whispers of love, making me giddy. We affected each other equally, neither of us was whole without the other. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, and I didn’t want to. I slapped my hand down over his between my thighs, pressing hard, my other hand reaching up to squeeze one of my breasts through my crop top and sports bra. The ache in them was so intense.
‘I’m so going to enjoy sucking those nipples again when that breast milk is out of your system, I’ve missed them,’ he groaned, nibbling my shoulder, still looking up to keep his gorgeous eyes on mine as we performed a well-practiced dance. Everything felt so natural and instinctual with him, yet each encounter also felt fresh and new, like we were experiencing everything for the first time.
‘Dan,’ I whimpered against his palm, my thighs starting to tremble as I desperately tried to hold back the flood.
‘Damn it, Ellie, you have no fucking restraint at all, do you?’ he grimaced, fighting his urge to come as well. I shook my head as I felt something inside me ignite and my shoulders drove back against him, my back arching as everything in the room seemed to dim. All I could see was our reflection in front of me. ‘Come then, baby, don’t fight it, take me with you.’
I gave him a silent thank you with my eyes, letting my brain switch off from everything and anything but the waves of pleasure battering my body. Hard as I tried, I had to close my eyes. Keeping them open took too much out of me, I wanted every ounce of energy on the beauty of my climax and feeling Dan explode inside me as he yelled my name. I collapsed back against him, my nostrils flaring as I tried to keep up with my need for oxygen. He released my mouth, tugging my hair again to tilt my head back so that he could kiss me. This time it was a slow and tender kiss that told me just how he felt about me, without him even saying a word. He wrapped his arms around me after, nuzzling my neck as we just breathed in unison, smiling at each other in the mirror. He groaned as his phone went off with Stuart’s own personal ring tone, Dolly Parton’s Working 9 to 5, which always made me laugh. Not only did poor Stuart never work nine to five, he was not a Dolly Parton kind of music fan.
‘Sorry, baby,’ Dan apologised, pulling his phone from his neoprene armband. ‘This better be damn important, Stuart,’ he answered, one arm still wrapped around my waist. I felt his body stiffen immediately and saw his face cloud over in the mirror. ‘Fuck. When did it start? …. Why the hell has it taken so long to let us know? … Shit, shit. No, if Marv can’t stall it, I need to see the code and talk him through it. I need the jet ready within thirty minutes and you’ll need to patch me into him until I’m at the screen. The firewall should hold up for about another ninety minutes even if he can’t slow it down. Fuck.’
‘Dan?’ I looked at him as he tossed his phone on the floor, grabbed my hips, and pulled out of me.
‘I’ve got a serious crisis, Ellie. There’s a virus attacking my mainframe and my tech team can’t slow it down. Best estimates are it will decimate my firewall and have access to all of my data soon if I can’t stop it.’
‘Can’t you just unplug all of your computers? Or do a backup and wipe them before they break through?’ I asked, pulling a face as he shot me an incredulous look. ‘Ok, that’s a no.’
‘That might be exactly what they want. They might have piggybacked to grasp data as we do a final backup to our offsite server,’ he advised as he quickly pulled on his shorts. I grabbed mine and sat down to pull them up. ‘I need to be in San Francisco as soon as possible.’
‘I’ll get packed fast and tell Jenny to get the children ready,’ I nodded.
‘Fuck, Ellie, I’m sorry, but I need to go alone. I’m going to have to work with Marv as I fly if I have any chance of slowing this down until I get there and take over. You’ve seen the screen that filters the data processed, it covers a whole fucking wall over there, so it’s going to take some serious concentration to work on a small one. I can’t have any distractions until I’m done. You may not hear from me until it’s over.’ He grabbed my face and kissed me as there was a knock at the door.
‘Sir, it’s Andy. I got the call from America. The car’s ready for you.’
‘Let me pack your case while you talk,’ I nodded, feeling heartbroken. He’d never been to America without me, I couldn’t remember the last time we even spent a night apart, not to mention I felt useless. I had no idea how he did half of the stuff he did, looking after him and our children was my skill in our relationship.
‘No time, I’ve got to go now. I have clothes on the plane. I love you, baby, but I have to go right this second, every minute is critical. I’ll call you as soon as I can, or Andy will give you updates. Kiss the children for me tomorrow.’ He kissed me again, quickly answering his phone as he strode towards the door. ‘Talk to me Marv, what the fuck is happening?’
I stared after him, stunned, as he unlocked the door and started walking down the corridor bare-chested without even a backwards glance.
‘Dan,’ I called, rushing out after him. Jenny was holding the front door open as Andy and Dan shot past her to the waiting car, the engine already running. ‘Dan.’
‘He’s got to go, Ellie,’ Jenny warned, holding out her arm and shaking her head as I saw Dan jump in the back seat, talking ten to the dozen, a seriously worried look on his face.
‘I love you,’ I called, just as he slammed the door and the car wheels spun up the cobbled street. ‘What the hell just happened?’ I asked her, fighting tears. Minutes ago we’d been so close, now suddenly I was all alone and I had no idea when I was going to see him again.
‘Not sure myself, all I know is Andy got the call to say that Dan needed to get to San Francisco and it was, in tech terms, life or death. Are you ok?’
‘No. I never even had a chance to say goodbye. He hasn’t eaten, he isn’t dressed, and I know how stressed he can get. He needs someone to look after him, I should be going with him.’
‘He has Andy,’ she reminded me, trying to reassure me as she closed the front door, locked it, and set the alarm, hustling me back up the corridor. ‘An Ellie in the kitchen he sure isn’t, but he makes a great cup of coffee and the stewards on the plane will look after him. This must be really serious, Ellie, I’ve never known the two of you to have a night apart. I’m sure he wouldn’t have got up and left like that if he didn’t have to.’
‘I need to speak to Andy, right now,’ I muttered, jogging up the stairs to the lounge and grabbing the phone.
‘I’ll make you a coffee,’ Jenny smiled, rubbing my arm. I nodded and paced backwards and forwards, waiting to be connected.
‘Talk,’ Andy answered. Christ, he was even more direct than Dan.
‘Is he ok?’ I asked.
‘Sorry, Mrs. Davenport, I thought you were Jenny. He’s understandably a little stressed, I don’t understand half of what he’s saying and I excelled in information technology.’
‘I’m worried about him. He needs to dress warmly as it’s cold and he dashed out with virtually nothing on. He’ll need to eat if he’s going to be working all night, he has a crazy appetite, and too much coffee makes him jittery and cranky and you know what cranky Dan is like. He’s not fun to be around.’
‘I know, I’ll make sure he’s looked after, you can trust me,’ he replied, his voice softening as he recognised the concern in mine. ‘I’ll keep in regular contact with you and make sure he rests the moment it’s all sorted. Knowing him, he’ll have fixed it before we’ve even taken off and he’ll be home before you know it.’
‘I hope so,’ I whispered, nodding as I stared down at the floor. ‘Can I ask a huge favour?’
‘You can ask me anything, except to speak to him, I need to let him work.’
‘Will you … will you tell him that I love him as soon as he has a break? I never got to say it before he was out of earshot.’
‘You want me to say the words “I love you” to Mr. Davenport?’ he uttered, sounding horrified.
‘He needs to know.’
‘Trust me, he al
ready knows.’
‘Promise me, Andy, promise me you’ll tell him.’
‘This is why I prefer to only work with men,’ Andy groaned. ‘Fine, I’ll tell him, but I can’t promise when that will be.’
‘Thank you, I’m trusting you with him, Andy. Please don’t let me down, he’s never been good on his own.’
‘I won’t let you down. I need to go, I think my talking is distracting him.’
‘Take care, Andy. Bring him home to me soon.’
‘I will,’ he replied. I clenched my lips and pushed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as he cut me off. I’d heard it was supposed to stop you crying, but all it was doing right now was making my tongue ache. I needed to pull myself together. The children were going to be so disappointed if he wasn’t here in the morning, I needed to be strong for them.
‘Here you are,’ came Jenny’s voice. I turned around and gave her my best smile as she handed me my coffee. I took a sip and looked up at her in surprise. ‘I put some Bailey’s in for you. It was all a bit intense and dramatic, for the second day in a row. Do you want some peace?’
‘I’m fine, sorry to ruin your night off.’
‘You’re not ruining anything, I’m hanging out with my best friend who’s just had a rough couple of days. Come on, let’s curl up on the sofa and watch a film to cheer us up. I can put some popcorn in the microwave.’
‘That sounds great, thank you.’ I made her sit down and pick the film while I did the popcorn. I quickly sent Brooke a text while I waited for it. She and Molly were supposed to be coming back up to Scotland when Dan and I returned tomorrow night, to spend the weekend with us, but now I wasn’t sure if I should go home after Oliver’s jabs or wait here for Dan to return. I gave her a brief update, asking if it would be a problem if we were to stay in London.
Course not, babe. Brolly love is Brolly love whatever the continent xx
London and Loch Airdrie are both on the same continent, Brooke, Europe! But I agree, Brolly love is perfect no matter the continent, or in this case country.
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