Meg’s gaze dropped to his crotch as he freed his erect shaft from his tighty-whities. God, he was impressive. It was a wonder he didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen to the brain with the amount of blood his dick must hold. The poor thing seemed to be about to explode. “Does he need mouth-to-mouth? Or should that be mouth-to-cock?”
Sam groaned as his dick twitched. Apparently, it liked the idea. Meg sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her hand around his stiff member while he was busy pulling his T-shirt off. Before he had a chance to stop her, she mouthed the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge below with her lips.
A hiss was her reward. “Meg…” She took him deeper into her mouth and he squeaked out, “This is against the rules.”
She chuckled. The rule no orgasm for him without one for her was her rule and she could break it if she wanted. Besides, torture worked both ways. He’d revealed in the past having her suck him off was his biggest fantasy; there was no way in hell he would be able to stop her.
He placed a hand on her head. “Meg, okay, okay … how about a compromise?”
She let his cock go and looked up at him. “Don’t you want a blow job?”
“You’ve got no idea.” Without further explanation, he flopped on his back and held his arms out to her. She turned and snuggled against his warm nude body, accepting a deep passionate kiss. Her whole body hummed with sexual tension. If she could spend all day, every day, naked with Sam, life would be perfect. Maybe they should rent a house in the outback and become nudists. The vision of Sam striding around under the warm Aussie sun butt naked with a massive erection floated away when his voice broke into her fantasy.
“Now, straddle me and turn around.”
She frowned, confused. “What?”
“Do as I say unless you want me to get the ice cubes again.”
After a moment’s consideration she did as he asked. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up the bed a little. It clicked when his warm tongue lapped her lower lips. Oh God, this was going to be divine. Giving him head turned her insides to mush. Having him tongue fuck her while she returned the favor was likely to make her spontaneously combust. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her clit swelled and ached at the thought of it. A deliciously dirty chuckle vibrating over her pussy let her know Sam had discovered just how hot she was about the idea.
Meg rested her weight on one hand, using the other to hold his erect cock and guide it to her mouth. She fought for concentration as Sam nibbled her hard nub, and then swept his tongue between her pussy lips, teasing her pulsing opening before moving back to her clit. She bobbed her head as she took him deeper. Her throat muscles relaxed and she felt him shudder as his pubic hair tickled her nose. He worked up a rhythm with his tongue that teased her swollen nub, and then filled her waiting core.
He was sorely testing her control and she had to fight to keep a steady rhythm as Sam lifted his hips to meet the dipping of her head. His full cock throbbed and she felt his pulse rate rise, matching her own as he drew closer to release.
A ball of fire was growing in her abdomen as his tongue circled her clit, and then plunged deep inside her. She pushed the growing tide back. Not yet. Not yet. Sam hardened in her mouth and she took him as deep as she could. A tsunami of senses overtook her as she finally lost control of her body. Her orgasm exploded as Sam spilled his warm seed down the back of her throat. She ground her pussy against Sam’s face as he tongue fucked her until she couldn’t take anymore. His now flaccid cock slipped from between her lips and she collapsed on top of Sam, gasping for air.
“What’s that?”
Meg lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at Sam. He propped himself up on his elbows. “What?”
A loud tapping caught her attention and she screamed when she saw a face peering in through the window.
Chapter Fourteen
Terrified at the vision outside, Sam sat bolt upright at the same time Meg was scrambling off the bed. She hit the floor head first, letting out a yelp of pain.
“Shit, sorry, baby. Are you okay?”
She sat on the carpet rubbing at her forehead and whimpering.
The tapping started again, and Sam yelled and dragged the bedcovers around his middle, leaving Meg naked and exposed to the two eyes now peering in at them.
“It’s your mother.”
Meg scrambled to her feet, picked her clothes off the floor, and rushed to pull them on. “I know who it is.”
“Do you think she saw us?”
Meg shrugged.
Sam guessed the net curtains went part way toward protecting them from people outside seeing in, but not when the peeping tom had her face pressed to the window. Shit. He had no idea which was worse, being caught by her mother or having their afternoon of pleasure interrupted.
“Yoo-hoo, Meg, let me in. I can see you’re in there.”
She finished putting her sweatshirt on and turned to Sam. “How do I look?”
He couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her ear. “Like a woman who has just been thoroughly satisfied. Your cheeks are all pink with an after orgasm glow. Do you think she can sense when you’re giving me a blow job?”
Meg’s face flushed and Sam chuckled in response. She tried to shove him away but he tightened his grip, dropping a kiss first on her bruised forehead,and then on her lips. He broke the embrace and gazed at her. She gave the best head of any woman he’d ever dated, but he felt deeply unsatisfied. He’d planned to make love to her at least a couple of times before giving her the show she wanted.
He sighed. “Get rid of her.”
Her mother’s voice rang out. “Maggie Riley, I’m not sure what you’re doing in there, but I don’t think you should be alone in a man’s bedroom. Men are not to be trusted.” A sob ended her statement and Sam watched as Meg rolled her eyes.
Sam dropped his arms and she walked to the door, glancing back at him. “I’ll do my best, but maybe in the meantime you might want to put some pants on. This might take a while.”
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Meg took a few steadying breaths as she made her way to the kitchen. They should move to an upstairs flat so her mother couldn’t look through the windows. If she hadn’t seen them, she wouldn’t know Meg was home and she couldn’t interrupt their afternoon alone. Now she faced the third degree about what she was doing with Sam. Her only hope of sidetracking her mother was if she noticed Maud was missing, and her reaction to that wouldn’t be any better than her reaction to Meg being alone in Sam’s room without a chaperone.
After unlocking the back door, Meg turned and headed for the fridge. She needed a drink. A stiff brandy would be wonderful if she had to visit with her mother, but a Diet Coke was probably the best she could find.
Can in hand, she popped the top and turned in time to see her mother struggle through the doorway with a large suitcase.
“Going on holidays?”
Her mother dropped the case and glared at her. “No. I’ve left home, for good.”
Oh God. What now? Why did life keep doing this to her? Couldn’t she have a normal family like everyone else? Not everyone’s life lurched from crisis to crisis. Although, whatever had her mother’s knickers in a knot was obviously so distracting she hadn’t even thought to make a comment about what Meg was doing with Sam when she peered in the window.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Your dad is insufferable.”
Meg choked back a laugh; coming from her mother, that was ridiculous. The man deserved a medal for putting up with her.
Sam sauntered into the room. He’d tugged on his jeans and a T-shirt, but his hair still stood up in tufts and his feet were bare.
“Hello, Mrs. Riley.”
“Samuel, you’re such a lovely boy. Take my things through, please.”
Meg’s mother collapsed into a chair, pulled off her hat and gloves, and then tugged a handkerchief from her handbag and sniffled.
Sam looked at Meg. She nodded tow
ard the suitcase and gave a shrug. It appeared her mother was staying with them.
Without a word, Sam picked up the suitcase and disappeared into the living room. Apparently, he knew better than to argue with Mrs. Riley. That was a job best left to Meg.
“Cup of tea, Mum?”
The unwanted intruder nodded. As she filled, and then switched on the kettle, Meg tried to think of some reasons why her mother might have left her father. Clearly, she couldn’t stay with them, they had no room. The first course of action was to return her to her husband’s loving embrace. The man had signed up for the job after all.
“Where’s Aunt Maud?”
Meg pulled two mugs from the cupboard and added a teabag to each.
“She had to go out and run some errands.”
“On her own?”
“With a friend.” Hopefully her mother would be long gone before Laura and Maud returned. She would never approve of Maud being out with Laura unsupervised. Meg turned to switch off the heat under the whistling kettle. She filled the cups, tossed the teabags in the garbage bin, and placed a mug in front of her mother before retrieving milk, sugar, and teaspoons.
Her mother turned up her nose. “Don’t you own any china cups? Tea tastes much nicer in a proper cup. I don’t do mugs. I should have brought my Noritake tea service, but I barely had time to pack anything. I bet I didn’t even remember a handbag to match my white church shoes.”
She sniffed loudly into her handkerchief. Meg wasn’t sure if her mother was more distraught about having mismatched outfits in her case or about the apparent end of her marriage.
Sam arrived back into the kitchen wearing shoes and a jacket.
Her mother glanced up at him. “Are you going out? Good boy. I need to talk to Meg, alone.”
Meg folded her arms. “You want to discuss Dad?”
Her mother shook her head. “No, I want to talk about you. However, I don’t think you should be airing your dirty linen in front of strangers.”
“Sam’s not a stranger. This is his home. I don’t have any secrets.”
“I’m sure you do, dear. Sam doesn’t need to hear about your lifestyle issues. He’s such a good boy.”
What lifestyle issues? Before Meg had a chance to open her mouth and tell her mother she was being unreasonable making someone leave their own home, Sam interrupted. “Can we talk for a minute, Meg?”
“Sure.” She had a horrible feeling her mother might have found out about her little run in with the cops. It had only been a matter of time. But that didn’t explain what leaving her dad had to do with it. Happy to escape whatever grilling her mother planned, Meg got to her feet. “I won’t be long, Mum.”
She followed Sam to the front door before whispering. “Coward, where are you going?”
“I figured we should divide and conquer.”
“What?”
“I heard her say she left your dad. I’m going to speak to him. Maybe if we work on both of them we can get them back together.”
Meg batted her eyelids at him. “Aw, I never knew you cared so much about my parents’ relationship.”
He grinned and she leaned closer whispering, “Or are you just worried she may stay forever and you’ll never get me alone again?”
Nuzzling her neck, he growled. “And you’re not worried about never getting to watch my stallion going through his paces?”
Her breath caught in her throat. God, was she ever. She turned her face and met his fierce kiss, devouring him like a large bowl of chocolate chip ice cream.
Her mother’s voice floated through from the kitchen, breaking into the moment. “Meg?”
She pulled away, panting for air. “God, and I didn’t even have my mouth anywhere near your winky.”
Sam chuckled and dropped a kiss on her cheek before letting himself out the front door.
Chapter Fifteen
The doorbell chimed the national anthem. Sam didn’t know whether he should sing Advance Australia Fair or salute. Coming to visit Meg’s dad seemed like a good idea twenty minutes ago, but on reflection, he wasn’t sure of the reception he would get. They hadn’t spoken since Mr. Riley’s birthday party, when he had foolishly seduced Meg in her parents’ kitchen. Her father had caught them and seemed to take their newfound sexual relationship in his stride, but things might have changed. Anyway, who was he to try and convince the man to take back the one woman in the world who scared Sam shitless?
Before Sam had finished convincing himself to flee, the door swung open.
“Sam. I guess you found my wife. You’d better come in.”
Mr. Riley disappeared inside and Sam followed. The house looked the same as usual. Nothing out of place. All lace doilies, knick-knacks, and expensive china accounted for. No sign of dust or destruction. Whatever had gone on between husband and wife, Meg’s mother obviously hadn’t resorted to beating the poor man with her designer handbag.
“Drink?”
Sam shrugged. “Sure. Tea would be good.”
“Son, you need to live a little. I thought a nice drop of scotch would hit the spot. I might even switch on the TV and watch a bit of footie. Hell, I might phone and get a pizza delivered and eat it straight from the box with the boys while we play a hand of poker.”
“Do you think that would be wise, Mr. Riley. Mrs. Riley might not like it.”
“Robert. Call me Robert, and it seems to me Mrs. Riley has made her decision, and I know better than to try and change that woman’s mind.”
Sam sank into an armchair and waited as Robert filled two glasses almost to the brim with scotch, and then placed them on the coffee table without a coaster. The man was playing with fire. Something serious must be going on.
He watched as Robert took a slug of his drink, lay back in his chair and put his feet on the table. Sam was as much of a slob as the next bloke, but he genuinely feared for Robert’s life. Even though he knew Mrs. Riley wasn’t home he couldn’t quite believe she wouldn’t burst through the door any second and start berating the poor man for desecrating her furniture.
“Sit back. Relax.” Robert chuckled. “She has no plans to come home. Apparently I’m as debauched as our youngest daughter. I might be beyond salvation, but she still holds out hope for Meg.”
Sam frowned. “Sorry. What’s that?”
Robert picked up the newspaper lying on the floor next to his chair and tossed it at Sam. “Page two.”
He put his drink on the table and opened the paper to the offending page. God, Meg would be mortified if she ever saw this. The headline, “High Class Male Prostitution Business Busted,” was bad enough. But the picture of the police escorting her, Michael Monaghan, and Maud from the Plaza Hotel was worse. He dropped the paper to the floor. He couldn’t bear to read the article. No doubt the reporter made the whole business sound a lot more sordid than it had actually been.
Sam got to his feet. “I need to talk to Meg before she reads this.”
“Sit down, son. Until her mother’s finished, you won’t get a word in edgeways. And Meg’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”
Did he want to walk into the middle of a huge row between mother and daughter? He ran his fingers through his hair. If only he hadn’t been so jealous of Michael Monaghan he might have known the mess Meg had gotten herself into and been able to save her before it got to this.
“You love her, don’t you?”
Sam glanced at Mr. Riley. Letting out a loud sigh, he nodded.
The older man grinned. “Good. Now sit down and drink your scotch. You won’t get anywhere taking Vivienne on head first. If you want to get your house back and win the hand of my daughter you need to play the long game, son.”
Meg glanced at the wall clock. She had no idea why since the battery had gone flat months ago. It gave the impression time stood still, and right now it seemed to have.
“Are you listening to me, young lady?”
With a sigh, she turned her attention back to her mother. “Of course.”
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nbsp; “So you agree with me then?”
A warning claxon went off in Meg’s head. She’d trod this path on many occasions as a child and been burned. She could still remember the horror of the big, pink, puffy meringue dress she’d worn to her cousin Emma’s wedding. The creation was lovely, if you were four. Meg had been fourteen, and the humiliation of having her new beau Shane Tait laughing at her and calling her a cake topper had never quite disappeared. She thought he was madly in love with her. He was, and with half of the girl’s rugby team, apparently. She knew better than to say yes to anything her mother said when she hadn’t been listening.
“Sorry, agree with what?”
Her mother rolled her eyes and Meg steeled herself for a telling off. “Going away with me somewhere until this all blows over. I know a nice ladies’ retreat that Father O’Dowd recommends. Have you seen the paper?”
“What paper?”
“The local newspaper.”
Meg shook her head. “Nope. The neighbors steal our free copy from the mailbox. I think they use it to line the kitty litter tray for their awful cat. The one that likes to sneak in here and scent spray everything. Cats are horrible, aren’t they? Another cup of tea? I think I might have some TimTams somewhere.”
A fierce stare pinned her to her seat. Apparently, not even a shared dislike of felines or the offer of some light refreshments would put her mother off her stride. She did have a grenade she could lob into the conversation if need be. But sharing the knowledge her sister was a lesbian was best saved for a real emergency, like if her mother really tried to cart her off to a women’s retreat somewhere.
“I’m not here for my benefit. Despite what your father says, I’m sure you’re not beyond redemption, even if you did lead a poor innocent old lady astray.”
Okay, this was getting tedious and she doubted her father had said any such thing about her, and Maud was many things, but innocent wasn’t one of them. Her mother didn’t usually beat around the bush. The only topic that had her hedging was sex. The hint about Maud confirmed her suspicions. It didn’t take a Rhodes’ scholar to work out the paper had obviously got hold of the details of her arrest. Nothing much happened around town for them to report, so when a salacious story about the apprehension of a male prostitute and his madam came along they would relish the opportunity to publish it. She just hoped to God they hadn’t made page one.
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