The bar erupted in laughter.
Ally lifted her dress. “What does mine say?”
“Kiss me,” Sean said.
Ally tsked and looked round to lock eyes with Caspar. Oh fuck.
Lina clung tighter to Caspar’s arm. “Bastard,” she whispered.
She’d taken the word right out of Caspar’s mouth.
The sight of Ally’s long legs encased in white holdups had sent his cock into an instant state of alert while the sight of her writing on Sean’s backside had filled him with mind-numbing fury. When Sean wrote on Ally’s butt, Caspar steamed with pent-up rage. He wanted to grab her and run, but there were so many people in the pub, he could hardly breathe let alone move.
“Caspar, what are you drinking?” someone called.
“Hey, mate. Good job,” said the guy next to him, and slapped Caspar on the shoulder.
“Tho did a rit gud turn f’Neil,” said an old man at his elbow.
Caspar just about managed to translate the thick accent, and as more and more people milled around him, depriving him of the view of Ally, he gave in and let them drag him back into the fold. He felt a little like the lost sheep, happy to be back but wondering what was to come. Were they going to eat him? And there was still the issue of Ally.
Lina clung to him in bewilderment. “What have you done?”
“He saved a good man’s life,” said John Morton, Tom’s father, who hadn’t spoken to Caspar since he’d come back to Wyndale. “Well done.”
Caspar felt as though he’d landed on another planet. He accepted the pint of beer thrust into his hand and sighed with relief when someone bought a drink for Lina. That saved him a few quid.
“Looks like all the film crew is in here, plus a hen party,” Lina said.
Caspar finally managed to join a few dots. That was why Ally was dressed as a schoolgirl.
“Look at him and those women,” Lina snapped. “He’s such a tart. Thinks he’s God’s gift. Selfish bastard.”
Ally wasn’t with Sean now. The actor had a curvaceous cavewoman draped on one arm and a stern-looking nurse brandishing a ruler on the other. A ruler? Sean had almost everyone’s attention and clearly loved it. A Hollywood actor in front of an admiring crowd, he milked every moment while Lina turned into a snarling witch at Caspar’s side.
“Bastard, bastard, bastard,” she muttered.
He wondered what upset her more, that Sean had grabbed the role as shining star of the night with his clutch of admiring hens or that the actor wasn’t paying her any attention.
“Kiss me,” Lina whispered.
Caspar sighed. Lina was beautiful, sexy and she wanted him, even though it was to make a point. But Caspar didn’t want her.
“Kiss me,” she hissed.
How different she was to Ally. Lina selfish, Ally generous. Lina expected while Ally hoped. Lina false and Ally true. He’d been an idiot.
“One kiss,” she muttered.
Lina’s wheedling voice, edgy with desperation, had no effect. Caspar wouldn’t be used. “No,” he said.
He wanted Ally.
“Fuck you.” Two words barked in his face and Lina forced her way through the throng to where Catwoman arm-wrestled a bald guy.
Lina kissed the guy on the head and ran her tongue down to his ear. He gasped. Catwoman took advantage of his distraction, slammed his wrist to the table and purred in delight. Lina high-fived her and she was in with the crowd. Simple as that. Caspar had to admire her technique.
He finished his pint and another appeared in front of him. Maybe he should take up CPR for a living and get paid in booze. He could see Ally out the corner of his eye, talking to the nurse, her mouth against her ear. Caspar wished it was his ear. He looked down at his pint. Typical that he’d regained some standing in the village and lost Ally. Given the choice, he’d have taken Ally any day. He slumped onto the newly vacated chair at his side and lifted his glass.
Oh God. He’d spent all these months wanting to fit in and now that he had a chance to he didn’t care. How crazy was that? Neil might still die. What would they do then?
A brush of hair against his cheek, the scent of flowers teasing his nose and his cock hit the underside of the table.
“I’ve been bad. Want to spank me?”Ally whispered.
Caspar spat his beer back into his glass.
“Eww, I was going to ask for a sip of that,” she said, and stared at him without blinking.
“What sort of bad?” Caspar asked.
“Didn’t do my homework. Was cheeky to a teacher. Kissed a boy behind the bike sheds.”
“What was his name?” Caspar asked.
“Began with a C.” She tapped her chin. “Can’t remember. Charlie? Conrad? Oh yeah, Clive.”
He laughed. Ally pushed the table back, straddled his lap and sat facing him. His cock tried to high-five her navel.
“Oh God,” he mumbled. “We’re going to have to sit here all night.”
“I wondered if you’d be happy to see me. I can feel one part of you is.” She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him. “Sorry about the medal. I saw how upset you were when you came out and I talked the guy into letting me have it. I told him I was your sister. That was before I knew about Jemima.”
“Sorry for snapping. You’re right. I didn’t want to sell it. I planned to call him and tell him I’d changed my mind, and I never got round to it. Someone distracted me.”
“So we’re good?” Ally asked.
“I am, but I hear you’ve been bad.”
I’ve just seen Sean MacAlister write on your butt.
She smiled. “I’ve had permission to leave from the bride-to-be, but I have to be back at the adventure center by seven thirty to get ready for our day of nail-biting terror.”
Caspar slipped his hands over her backside and squeezed. “Doing what?”
“Paragliding then cycling followed by weaseling.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Ever done any of those before?”
“I can ride a bike and I know how to have fun with long, slinky creatures.” She slipped her hand between them and spread her palm over his cock.
Caspar stood up and positioned her in front of him. “We have to leave now.”
“I need my coat.”
Caspar fastened his coat then caught hold of her hand and let her pull him through the mass of people. More slapped him on the back and told him “Well done” as he passed. He was beginning to think being hated was easier to deal with.
When they stepped out into the night, Caspar pulled Ally into his arms and kissed her. He’d been thinking slow and gentle, but as usual, desperate and urgent took over. His hands didn’t know where to touch her first, sweeping over her butt, up her back, onto her neck, into her hair as he pressed his lips harder against hers and rocked his cock into the soft swell of her stomach.
Their tongues collided and his heart pounded. The sweet taste of her was almost too much to bear. Caspar pulled back for air but couldn’t leave her alone. He landed kisses all over her face, his chest heaving. Ally clung to him, kissing with as much madness as him.
“At least a foot long,” someone said behind them, and they sprang apart.
“Give or take an inch,” said another voice.
“Well, it was the biggest one we caught today.”
Two men came into view around the corner. “Caspar! Heard about what you did for Neil. Good man.”
“Aye, thee did reet gud,” said the other man.
They nodded at Ally and went into the pub.
“Fish,” Ally said, and sniggered.
Caspar took her hand and tugged her up the road. “The headmaster wants you in his study.”
“I’ve heard he’s got a big stick.”
“You heard right.”
* * * * *
Jack reeled when he walked into the pub. In a little village like this, he’d expected a quiet place full of horse brasses and Toby jugs with a couple of wrinkled old men playing domino
es in the corner. What he found was a woman dressed as a nurse, standing on a table, roaring “I will survive” into a plastic stethoscope, a cheerleader hitting guys on the head with her pompoms and a cavewoman with her arms around—Sean MacAlister? He fought his way to the bar and ordered a pint.
“Anywhere with rooms to let?” Jack shouted at the barmaid.
“Not ’round here. This lot are filming at Wyndale Hall. All the local places are full.”
Shit.
Jack found a place to wedge his backside and sipped his pint. He studied the faces, wondering if Ally was in here. His beer sloshed in his glass as his arm was jostled.
“Sorry,” said a harassed-looking guy. “Christ, what is this? Mad hour?” He caught the eye of the barmaid. “Pint of lager, please.”
Then just as Jack had done, the guy scanned the crowd and slumped back, clearly disappointed.
He paid for the pint and said to the barmaid, “Any rooms available?”
When she walked off without hearing him, Jack answered. “No. I asked her already. Nothing in the locality. This is a film crew and they’ve sucked up all the accommodation.”
“Oh fuck, I’ve driven all the way from London. I thought I could stay with—” He straightened up. “Christ, that’s Emma. What’s— And Kerry. Hey,” he shouted. “Where’s Ally?”
Jack grabbed his shoulder and spoke before thinking. “You know Ally?”
“Yes, do you?” The guy gave him a quizzical look.
* * * * *
“Who’s Frank?” Caspar asked as he tugged Ally up the hill.
She wrinkled her brow. She had no clue where Caspar was coming from. “The only Frank I know is my ex’s boss. Why?”
“He sent you flowers. I saw them on Finn’s doorstep.”
“Wow, that’s nice of him.”
He squeezed her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me Lina had moved in and you’d moved out?”
“I didn’t want you to feel obliged to offer me somewhere to stay.”
Caspar sighed. “You’d rather sleep in a tent than with me?”
“I’d much rather sleep with you.”
“That’s a pity,” Caspar said.
Ally shot him a glance. “Why?”
“You’re not going to be doing much sleeping. You might as well dismantle the tent tomorrow, despite all your hard work erecting it with Sean MacAlister.”
No mistaking the venom in the last two words. “Caspar, are you jealous?” A flush of pleasure washed over her.
“I’ve hidden my green tinge with makeup.”
She chuckled. “I told you I’m not interested in him.”
“What were you doing in the tent?”
“Admiring our handiwork. The tent has to stay. It’s for Geoff, Emma’s boyfriend. He drove her and the others up from London. He’s destined for sainthood. He puts up with such abuse. Emma has a lot in common with a bulldozer. She just pushes until she gets what she wants. She won’t let Geoff stay near the hen party and the film crew has snaffled all the local rooms.”
“Would you like to move in with me?” Caspar blurted.
“You don’t have to—”
“Ally, I’m asking you to move in with me.” He stopped walking and turned to face her.
Oh God. For a moment, Ally couldn’t speak. Her throat closed up and her heart pounded. “Thank you,” she croaked.
Caspar smiled. “You’re welcome.”
He unlocked his door and tugged her inside. Caspar kicked the door shut and pulled Ally close to rain kisses all over her face and neck. Excitement surged through her in an overwhelming torrent, flooding every cell as their lips met and melded, and their bodies fused at various points along their length. Caspar tugged her forward and they moved an inch at a time in the darkness, neither willing to relinquish their hold on the other. Caspar’s hands were all over her, trying to get her out of her coat while struggling to dispatch his own.
“Christ, Ally,” he groaned.
Her coat hit the floor and Caspar’s fell on top of it.
“You’re not going to expel me, are you, Mr. Sanderson?” she whispered, wondering if Caspar would play.
He tensed and then straightened before he moved away from her. “I’m thinking about it.”
“I’ll do anything you like if you let me stay these last few weeks at school. I’ll be good, I promise.”
When she tried to move closer, he held her back. “Behave yourself, Alexandria.”
“I can’t, sir. I only have to look at you and I’m all wet. Want to feel how wet?”
Caspar released a long groan. Ally stepped a little closer and twirled her tie in her fingers.
“No one ever comes here. We won’t be seen,” she said. “No one will know.”
“You’re a very bad girl.”
“I can’t help it. When I see things I want, I take them.”
Ally ran her knee up the outside of his leg, tugged on the collar of his shirt with both hands and pressed herself against him.
“You need to learn some self-control.” Caspar’s hands settled on her hips and he pushed her away. “I’ve heard about the games you play behind the bike sheds, using school ties.”
“They’re silly boys. I don’t like boys. I like men.” She stroked his cock through his pants. “Big men.”
Caspar grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand away. “Oh, you really are asking for it.”
Ally shrieked as he grabbed her. Caspar carried her through to his lounge and sat on the couch, flipping her so she lay over his knee.
He bent his mouth to her ear. “Bad girls need punishing.”
Ally wriggled and felt the bulge of his cock press against her hip. Caspar slid a hand underneath the hem of her dress and lifted it over her bottom.
He growled. “Who’s been writing on your backside, Alexandria?”
“Some dickhead.”
Ally trembled when she felt Caspar’s fingers trail around the edge of the lace, tracing the limits of the material.
“How many smacks do you think you deserve?” he asked.
Ally raised her head and he pressed on her neck to keep her down. She couldn’t believe how much this turned her on.
“I’m waiting,” Caspar said.
“One?”
Caspar snorted.
A flutter of panic tinged with nervous excitement stole into her belly. Caspar brought the flat of his hand down hard on her backside and she gasped. “Ow!” The first strike had come with no warning.
“You want me to stop, say Paris.” He smacked her again.
Why had she thought this was a good idea? It…hurt. Sort of. Another smack and Ally squirmed on his lap. Another and another and slight discomfort drifted to guilty pleasure. Ally’s skin tingled as the heat building in her buttocks spread through her body.
“Bad, bad girl,” Caspar whispered, and landed a flurry of blows to cover her backside, striking the right, left and beneath each butt cheek until Ally gasped under the fierce delight of it.
“All pink and glowing,” Caspar said. “Beautiful. Almost the first thing I noticed about you was your lovely backside.”
Her body grew hotter, her sex wetter. Each time Caspar’s fingers made contact, it was as though he’d stroked her pussy. To Ally’s amazement, she felt herself moving toward release. Between blows, her fists unclenched and she melted into Caspar’s lap.
“Oh Christ,” he muttered, and when Ally heard the choke in his voice, she knew he was as turned-on as her.
Cream trickled down her thighs, her panties were soaked. If he touched between her legs, she’d come.
“Enough,” Caspar said. He lifted her to her feet then slumped back on the couch and flipped open the button of his pants. “It’s me who’s in agony here.”
“Let me stop you hurting, sir.”
Ally stood in front of him and slowly unzipped her dress from the top down while she swayed and circled her hips. She smiled at the glazed look in Caspar’s eyes and turned her back before she let t
he dress fall. When she bent from the waist to pick it up, she heard the strangled howl of a male in rut. Ally turned, carefully folded the dress and laid it on the floor.
“You’re not wearing regulation underwear, Alexandria,” Caspar said. “White cotton at all times.”
“Sorry, sir,” Ally said. “What shall I do?”
“Take those disgusting things off at once.”
She unclipped her bra, pulled it off and dropped it on the dress. Caspar exhaled noisily. Ally cupped her breasts and ran her fingers over her nipples and down to her hips. She stared into Caspar’s eyes as she peeled the lace down her thighs and stepped out of the panties.
Caspar cleared his throat. “The white holdups can stay. They meet regulations. The shoes don’t. Those heels are too high. Bend over and take them off. Face away from me.”
Ally bit her lip so she didn’t laugh. She turned so her back was to Caspar and bent to remove her shoes. Ally could hear his heavy breathing punctuated by faint groans. When she stood and turned to face him, he’d unzipped his pants. The bulge of his cock had tented his boxers. He beckoned her closer until he could reach the tie around her neck and then used it to pull her to stand between his legs. He rubbed his chin on her belly.
“There’s been an unsettling development,” Caspar whispered. “Something’s come up that requires urgent attention.”
Ally stroked his head, letting his silky hair slip through her fingers. “That sounds serious, sir. Is it something I can help you with?”
“Possibly. I seem to be turning to stone. I don’t know if you have the skill to reverse that.”
She pushed him back and unfastened the buttons of his shirt. “I ought to make sure the problem hasn’t spread. Isn’t rigor mortis infectious?”
Caspar laughed. “You haven’t been paying attention in biology.”
He stood to let her remove his shirt, and Ally peeled it from his arms. His broad shoulders tapered down into a narrow waist. Dark-copper nipples topped his firm pecs, and below lay the sculptured surface of a honed stomach with the line of dark hair trailing into his pants. Shirt discarded, Ally eased Caspar’s pants and boxers over his slim hips. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his chinos and finally stood before her in the dim light, all long limbs and fluid grace, a sweet smile on his sexy lips.
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