by Louise Hall
His erection was straining against the front of his trousers so he kicked off his trousers and boxer shorts. It had been so long, he knew he couldn’t be gentle, not this first time. He dragged her panties down her legs and brought the tiny bundle of silk and lace up to his nose. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the smell of her wet pussy. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and traced her cleft with his finger. She felt damp but he needed more proof that she was ready for him. He parted her lips, her arousal spilling on to the sheet beneath them. “Please,” Cate whimpered, tightly gripping his forearm. Still he needed more. He tucked two fingers deep inside her, watching as her hips jerked up off the bed.
Kian wrapped a hand around the base of his heavy cock and lined himself up with her entrance. Just a whisper away from being buried inside his wife again, Kian was drunk with want. As the leaky tip of his cock rubbed against the slick heat inside her lips, he was suddenly assaulted by memories of the things he’d done with Jenna. Fuck, no. He didn’t want that anywhere near his home, his wife. If he was a better man, he would have confessed straight away and begged for her forgiveness. Ugh, Kian pressed his free hand against his chest, just the thought of being without Cate made it hard for him to fucking breathe.
He shook his head, trying to dislodge the guilt which weighted heavily on his shoulders. He looked down at the incredibly beautiful woman spread out beneath him, his wife. Her body was still warm from sleep. He bent down and kissed just below her ear. “Mm,” she moaned, her soft hands fluttering down his back. He trailed his mouth down her neck, playfully nipping her collarbone and down between her breasts. While his thumb rubbed her aching nipple, his other hand trailed down her side to her hip. Kian traced the scar on her abdomen, from when she’d given birth to their daughter. He loved Cate so fucking much. He couldn’t lose her, not over a drunken blow job that had barely got him hard.
“Kian?” Cate looked up at him. Her big, black eyes were smoky with arousal.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” Kian teased, making Cate blush. She turned her head to the side.
“Don’t,” Kian ordered. “I want you to look at me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting balls-deep inside her pussy. Even though she was wet, the force of that first thrust caught Cate off guard. Her body shunted up the mattress, the top of her head slamming into the headboard. “Ow,” she yelped. Kian dragged her back down the mattress and shoved a pillow between her head and the headboard. He reached for her hands and pinned them to the mattress.
“Fuck, Cate, fuck,” he grunted over and over again as his cock thrust deep inside her. Cate wrapped her legs around his waist, quickly matching her hips to his rhythm. As he ground his pubis against her clit, Cate felt her orgasm build like a wave racing to the shore.
Suddenly, Kian’s whole body tensed, he threw his head back. The vein at the side of his forehead was thick and pulsing furiously. She felt him jerk inside of her, filling her insides with his molten release. He collapsed on top of her, sweaty and spent, his hands still gripping hers.
He stayed there for a long time, with his cock still twitching inside of her and the weight of his hard body pinning her to the mattress.
“What happened out there?” Cate asked softly.
Kian shook his head, burrowing deeper into the curve of her neck and shoulder, he didn’t want to answer. Cate struggled to free her hands. She reached up and held the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her. He looked like hell; his eyes were bloodshot and his jaw was peppered with stubble.
His eyes darkened further as he looked at her, “you didn’t…?”
Cate shook her head, “it doesn’t matter.”
“I want to make you come,” he said, tenderly kissing her swollen lips. He prided himself on taking care of his wife.
Cate smiled, “you can do that tomorrow. Tonight you need to sleep.”
The next morning, she woke up with Kian’s head resting between her breasts. Cate stroked her fingers through his dark hair, relieved that he was starting to look more like her husband again. His tongue darted out and licked her plump nipple.
“Hey,” she laughed, “I thought you were asleep.”
Kian turned on his side and gently brushed her hair away from her face. Cate found herself leaning in to his touch. He kissed her tenderly, easing his tongue between her lips. Her warm breasts pillowed against his chest.
Cate felt his hand slip in between her thighs. “What are you doing?”
“I want to make you come,” Kian grinned, stroking his fingers back and forth through her damp curls.
Cate was so tempted; with each stroke the throbbing between her legs intensified. But she had to be realistic, “you can’t.” She reached down and tried to remove his hand.
Kian raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
He slid a finger inside her. “Fuck,” Kian groaned; he could feel his release still coating her insides.
“Kian,” Cate said softly, her thighs clamped around his wrist.
“Angel,” Kian kissed the base of her throat, feeling her pulse thundering against his lips. “Let me take care of you.”
He bent down and slowly licked her nipples, bringing them to stiff, rosy peaks. “So beautiful.”
He pinched the slippery bud of her nipple between his finger and thumb and then quickly twisted it. “Please,” Cate cried, bucking up off the mattress.
Kian pushed apart her thighs and settled between them. Cate felt his cock twitch against her thigh. He slid another finger inside her and circled his thumb over her swollen clit. “Give in to me,” Kian said quietly, using his free hand to tilt her head back so he could kiss her more deeply. Cate felt herself surrendering; the stroking of his tongue inside her mouth matched the pumping of his fingers between her legs. His hard body trapped her against the mattress. She felt the orgasm build in the depths of her stomach.
“We can’t…” Cate’s voice trailed off. She couldn’t remember any of the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this.
She was so close when Monty suddenly started barking downstairs. Kian stopped for a moment and Cate quickly grabbed his hand from between her legs and lifted it out of the covers. “I didn’t mean that you couldn’t… just not now. Lola’s going to come running in here any minute and we can’t be…”
Cate manoeuvred herself out of his hold. “We could lock the door,” Kian smirked, licking Cate’s juices from his fingers.
“No,” Cate said, gritting her teeth. Two near orgasms was really testing her resolve. “You’ll have to wait until tonight.”
“I can’t wait that long,” Kian groaned, looking down at his proud erection.
“Tonight,” Cate repeated, “and you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Ugh,” Kian groaned again. His mind raced with all the possibilities. “You’re torturing me.”
Cate was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when Kian walked in. “Look what you’ve done to me,” he teased, pointing at his cock, which stood hard and erect against his stomach.
“You need a cold shower.”
Kian wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding his cock into her bottom. “Why don’t you join me?”
“Stop,” she giggled, smacking his arm. Monty started barking again. She wriggled away from Kian and said, “have that shower and I’ll see you downstairs.”
When he came downstairs a little while later, Lola was sat at the kitchen counter eating cereal. “Daddy,” she said delightedly when she saw him, “you’re back.”
“I am,” Kian said. He put a hand on her forehead. “How are you feeling? Mummy said you were poorly.”
“I was sick five times,” Lola said, holding up five fingers, “but I’m all better now.”
Kian sat down next to her at the counter and Lola said, “I know a song, do you want to hear it?”
“Go on then.”
“En-gur-land, En-gur-land, En-gur-land.”
Cate winced, wondering how Kian would take
it but when she looked at him, he was laughing. “Why is she singing it in a Cockney accent?” He asked Cate.
“Ryan taught it to her,” Cate explained. “It’s all I’ve heard while you’ve been away, she’s so proud of you.”
“Yeah?” Kian smiled again but this one felt forced, his eyes had that sorrowful look about them again.
“Daddy, what happened to your hands?” Lola asked, lifting them up so she could look at them more closely.
“It’s nothing,” Kian insisted.
“Do they hurt a lot?” Lola asked. “Do you want me to kiss them better?”
Lola gave them both a little kiss and Kian smiled, “wow, look at that, they don’t hurt anymore. You’ve got magic powers.”
Lola grinned up at him.
“Why don’t you go and get dressed and we’ll take Monty for a walk?” Cate said, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. Lola jumped down off the stool and ran upstairs. “Did Ben and Erin come home last night as well?”
Kian shook his head, “no, just me. I think they’re coming back today.”
Cate sat down on the stool next to him and looked at his knuckles, which were cut and bruised. “What happened to you?” she asked softly.
Kian brushed her off, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
There was a book on the counter and Kian reached for it. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting?” Kian looked down at Cate’s stomach. He thought back to the argument they’d had the night before he left for the World Cup, “you’re not…?”
“No,” Cate said quickly, “it’s not for me, it’s for Molly. I said I’d dig it out for her.”
“Molly?”
“From the Tavern.” As soon as she’d said it, Cate knew that she’d said the wrong thing.
Kian’s face darkened. “When the fuck did you go there?”
“He wasn’t there, I promise. I‘ve been trying to find a textbook for uni, it’s out of print and there’s a huge waiting list for it at the library. I bumped into Molly in the Trafford Centre a couple of weeks ago and she said she’d try and get it for me. She called a couple of days ago so I went to the Tavern to pick it up. Please don’t be mad. I double-checked with Molly before I went that he definitely wouldn’t be there. He was at a book fair.”
Kian got up from the stool. “Where are you going?” Cate asked.
“Out. I’ve got some errands to run.”
Lola came downstairs as Kian was about to leave. “Daddy, can I come with you?”
The first place they went was the Book Tavern. The shop was empty apart from Molly and Nick who were chatting behind the counter. Nick paled when he looked up and saw Kian walk through the door.
Molly quickly came out from behind the counter and took Lola by the hand, “do you want to come and look at the children’s books, sweetie?”
Once they were out of earshot, Kian slammed his hands down on the counter. “I want my wife’s phone.”
“I’m married,” Nick said. “To Molly, we’re happy. I swear. I haven’t seen Cate since that Christmas.”
“Now,” Kian growled. He didn’t want to think about the slimy, little fucker trying to kiss his wife.
Nick rushed to the back office and came back with Cate’s phone. Kian snatched the phone from him and put it in his pocket. “Stay the hell away from my wife.”
“Daddy,” Lola came running over to him. He took a deep breath, trying to force the tension out of his muscles. He didn’t want to scare his daughter. “Can I buy this with my pocket money?”
It was the children’s book, Milly Molly Mandy. “That’s a good choice,” Molly said softly. “I loved that book when I was a little girl.”
Nick made his excuses and disappeared into the back office while Molly processed the sale. “How much is it?” Lola asked, looking at the coins in her little jewelled purse.
“How much have you got?” Molly asked. Lola put her coins on the counter and Molly helped her count them.
“What do you know, you’ve got £1.50 and that’s the same price as the book.”
“Really?” Lola said happily.
Kian looked at the price on the inside cover, it was £2.50. “Lola, honey, look at the cat.” Lola loved animals; she’d begged them for a pet but Cate thought that she was too young for the responsibility. She rushed to the front of the store to study the plump tortoiseshell cat that was dozing in the sun-filled window. Kian pulled out his wallet and rummaged for a pound coin.
“It’s fine,” Molly said, stopping him. “I know she’ll treasure that book.”
“I don’t want to owe you anything,” he said.
But Molly insisted that she didn’t want the extra pound so before he left, Kian put the coin in the charity box by the side of the till.
After the bookstore, they went to his agent’s office. Dave had come back with him on the same flight. Kian left Lola with Andrea, Dave’s pregnant assistant while they went into his office.
When they got back, Ben and Erin were also home. Kian volunteered to walk Monty across to them.
“Hi,” Ben said coldly when he opened the door to Kian.
Monty immediately ran inside the house to find Erin, who was upstairs unpacking. “Have you told her?” Ben asked.
“Let’s go outside,” Kian said. They went and sat in the garden on the opposite side of Ben’s house.
“Well, have you?” Ben asked again.
“Do you really think she’d still be here if I had?” Kian laughed bitterly.
“You’ve got to tell her,” Ben insisted.
“Why?” Kian said. “What if she never finds out, would it really be so bad?”
“I can’t believe you just asked me that,” Ben snapped angrily. “That’s my sister, you jerk.”
“It’ll never happen again, I swear,” Kian started to look desperate. “I can’t lose my family, Ben.”
“You should have thought of that before,” Ben said. “Even if neither of us tell her what happened, she’ll find out eventually from someone else and it’ll be so much worse.”
“Why does she have to find out?”
“Too many people know already. You, me, Sinead, Yoakey’s got a big mouth and whoever else was in the bar that night.”
“She won’t. Not if you and Sinead don’t say anything. Cate doesn’t go to matches so I can keep her away from Yoakey or any of the others.”
“What about her, she might say something?” Ben couldn’t bring himself to say Jenna’s name.
“Sinead talked to her, she doesn’t think she’ll say anything.”
“You’re asking too much of me,” Ben said. “You’re my friend but Cate’s my little sister, I’m supposed to protect her.”
“Then don’t tell her,” Kian said. “If you tell her, you’ll destroy her and my family.”
“No,” Ben said. “You’ve already done that.” He was quiet for a moment, staring off into the distance. “Fine, I won’t tell her but I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for Cate and Lola. I swear to God, if you do anything like that ever again, I will kill you.”
“I’ll let you,” Kian said.
“Go home to your family,” Ben said. “I can’t be around you right now.”
CHAPTER 4
“Did she get to sleep OK?” Cate looked up from her Kindle when Kian walked into the bedroom. Because he’d been away for so long, Lola had insisted that she wanted her Daddy to read her bedtime story tonight.
“Yeah,” Kian stripped off his t-shirt and chucked it in the laundry basket. Cate blushed as she watched the muscles in his strong back ripple and flex. She definitely hadn’t forgotten her promise of this morning. As she reached over to put her Kindle on the bedside table, she felt a little tender between her legs from last night’s fucking.
Kian kept his back to Cate as he unbuttoned his jeans. He enjoyed teasing his wife; she didn’t know that he could see her reaction in the mirror. He watched her lick those sexy, plump lips as he pushed his jeans slowly down his mus
cular thighs. Cate sat up straighter, the duvet falling to her waist. He bit his lip to suppress a grin; she probably didn’t realise that he could see the shadow of her taut nipples through that flimsy nightgown.
As he bent over to pick up his jeans, his boxers pulled tight across his buttocks. Cate fisted the duvet; she’d always liked Kian’s butt. Ugh, if he didn’t touch her soon, she’d have to dig out the vibrator Liv had bought her when she’d first got married. It had been over a month since she’d last had an orgasm and the two near-misses last night and this morning definitely hadn’t helped.
Kian pulled down his boxers, freeing his stiff cock and turned around. Cate took a sharp intake of breath when she saw him; her lips making a perfect o shape. He was so freaking big; she was constantly surprised that he fitted between her legs.
“Eyes up here, angel,” Kian teased, making her blush.
He climbed into bed and picked up the magazine he’d had on his bedside table since before he’d left for the World Cup. He could feel Cate watching him.
“You OK?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the magazine.
Am I OK? She fumed. He’d got her all fired up with that striptease and now he wanted to read a freaking magazine?
“Hm,” Cate replied, throwing back the covers. She stomped across to the wardrobe, muttering under her breath. She rummaged through the drawers until she’d found what she wanted hidden at the very back.
“Nope,” Kian wrapped an arm around her waist. He used his free hand to prise the box out of her hands. “Hey,” Cate yelped, “I want an orgasm.”
Kian laughed, “I give you your orgasms, angel.” He put the box up on the top shelf and pushed it right to the very back so she couldn’t reach it.
“But you were reading your magazine” Cate protested as Kian carried her back to the bed.
Kian positioned them so he was sat with his back against the headboard and Cate was on his lap. “You’re so cute when you’re horny,” he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose.