Quids In: Covent Garden Series

by Mary B. Moore

  There was no misinterpreting what he was talking about – this morning. As he pulled back, I felt my cheeks heat at the memory and turned to face our friends.

  “Right, dinner?”

  All of them looked at me, taking in the blush that I knew covered my face, and grinned.

  Taking my hand, Will tugged me in the direction of the pub he wanted us to go to, stopping suddenly in a random spot on the street.

  “This, right here,” he pointed to the ground, “was where I saw you and where I realised that it was time.”

  Looking around us, I tried my hardest to think back to when he was talking about. I came through here quite often and it wasn’t unheard of for me to meet India or our other friends in a bar near here. I wonder what I was doing that day? Oh god, what was I wearing?

  “Was my hair a mess?” I blurted out. A girl needs to know these things. I had the type of hair that looked good after I spent ages on it in the morning, but by afternoon it looked like I’d been dragged through a hedge arse backwards.

  Proving my point, at that moment a big gust of wind hit me from behind, making my hair flip over my face.

  Laughing, Will gently moved it out of my eyes and gave me a quick kiss.

  “Indeed, it was,” he chuckled. “But I like it when you’re like that.”

  “Oh, bloody Nora,” Digby gagged. “Can we not do this when I’m about to eat, mate. It makes me feel a bit Moby Dick,” he rumbled as he rubbed his stomach.

  “You won’t feel sick when you’re laying yourself bare for your woman, Dig,” Guy clapped him on the shoulder as they started walking again.

  I didn’t miss the quick look that Ruby and Digby gave each other, nor did I miss the glance between India and Guy.

  Mmmm, interesting.

  William

  I was seriously fuming. My brother Rafe met us at the pub and we’d been enjoying dinner and laughing when Mina’s phone had started pinging. Ignoring it, thinking it was probably her parents or sister given how many texts were coming through, we’d continued until it became so annoying that India had picked it up. In the space of thirty minutes, the arsehole Rory had sent her forty-three texts and called her eleven times.

  The paperwork for a restraining order had been submitted, and we were waiting for the confirmation on it, but he’d been given a warning by the police the night before to leave her alone and not contact her at all. Obviously, the stupid bugger was hard of hearing.

  When it became clear that he wasn’t going to stop, we’d left the pub and gone to the police station to report it. The more that they had on record, the better.

  “Have you read any of these?” the policeman asked as he looked at the screen of her phone.

  “No,” she replied quietly. She looked so pale and tired that I picked her up and put her on my lap with her head under my chin. “My best friend saw some, and that’s when she said it would be best to come and make you aware of it.” I could feel her shaking slightly.

  “I saw some of them,” I told the policeman.

  He didn’t hide the fact that he was perturbed by what they said and what they contained. Photos of him and Trinny and Portia as well as detailed accounts of what he fantasised about doing to Mina. I wanted to punch the shit out of him, but at the same time he wasn’t worth the hell I’d get for doing it. If he persisted after this though, then all bets were off.

  “I don’t think it’s safe for her to be alone,” the other policeman in the room told us. “We need to find the doctor and bring him back to have a word with him. He was given a formal warning and went against it, so now we can look at taking further action. We’ll submit this to the courts with the paperwork and ask that it get fast-tracked tomorrow.”

  Money talked, but then so did terrorising people, and what the prick had done was just that. No money needed to be exchanged for the police to take the threat to Mina seriously, but it didn’t hurt that I was who I was.

  “She’s coming home with me,” I informed them. The second I said it, I felt the tension ease out of Mina.

  “Right, sir. We’ll be in touch later,” they both stood when I got up, still holding Wilhelmina. They would be keeping her phone for the evidence on it until they could get it downloaded for her case file. Their IT department was backed up apparently, working on an influx of whatever shit was happening in London at that moment. Not that it mattered, she didn’t need her phone when she was with me because she could use mine.

  Walking out of the police station, I waited for Guy to bring my car around and got into the back with my princess. The whole drive back to my house, all I could think about was what part of her day she’d be at her most vulnerable once we were back at work on Monday. I needed to have a talk with the boys to make sure she wasn’t left alone at any point because I wasn’t taking any risks with her safety.

  Chapter Eight

  Wilhelmina

  I was relieved that I wasn’t on my own at my flat, or putting India at risk in hers, but I was also nervous about being alone with Will in his house. He lived in Chelsea in one of the older houses that were split across three floors. These were the houses of London that had survived the bombings during the war, so they had beautiful high ceilings and looked gorgeous from the outside.

  The inside was done in neutral colours and wasn’t at all what I’d expect design wise from him. I had mental images of brown leather and metal or black furniture everywhere, but he’d gone with country style sideboards and cupboards. He had a beautiful hammered metal coffee table with matching side tables at the ends of the couches and if someone had described it to me, I wouldn’t have been able to picture it looking as good as it did. It just all fit together and felt homely.

  Guy had dropped us off and taken India back to her flat. He was worried that Rory would contact her just to get at me. At least that was his excuse for wanting her to go to his and then declaring that he was going to stay at hers when she told him to sod off. Digby had taken Ruby home when we’d decided that it was best that I go to the police about Rory’s messages.

  Now, it was just me and Will and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.

  “Want a tour?” he asked as I looked around the floor that we were on. The kitchen looked more modern than the rest of his décor but still had the country style to it with wooden countertops and white cupboard doors. “I’ll show you around that room in a minute. I wanted minimal fuss in there, so they put a microwave in a drawer and there are plug points that pop up at the back.”

  I stopped and stared trying to figure out where what could only be described as kitchen sorcery items were. Who puts a microwave in a drawer?

  I was so distracted that I never saw it coming. “Oof!” All the wind poofed out of me as his shoulder connected with my stomach and he lifted. “What are you doing, Will?” I shrieked, then winced as it echoed around us. Tall ceilings equalled an echo when you scream – mental note to self.

  “Taking you for a wander around the place,” he explained as he took the stairs two at a time. “On this floor, we have a bathroom here, a bedroom here, here, and here. This one’s the study.” He never stopped as he pointed at the doors we were passing. Then we were going up to the top floor. “Right, here we have my room,” he finally plopped me down on the floor once we’d gone through the doors.

  Looking around, I was surprised as I took it in. Yet again, it wasn’t what I expected from him. The furniture was similar to the living room – whitewashed country style furniture that had been artfully distressed, mixed with plain white furniture that had old-fashioned handles on it and dark stained pine tops. The bed was huge and a distressed white wood with a thick footboard on it. The floors were a similar dark stained pine to the furniture.

  “Holy shit, Will. This is gorgeous!”

  Looking around, he nodded and shrugged. “I couldn’t figure out how I wanted it to look to begin with, but then we started knocking down walls and I decided I wanted a big suite style room with a nice bathroom.” He walked ov
er to a door and opened it revealing one of the most beautiful bathrooms I’d ever seen. The floors were stained concrete which followed up two of the walls. Along half of one wall was a walk-in shower. On the opposite side of the room was a bath that had steps leading up to it.

  Looking over at him, I saw him looking unsure as he rubbed the back of his neck. What was he unsure about? This was every woman’s dream!

  “Did you design this?”

  Nodding, he pointed over at a door on a wall. “That’s the walk-in wardrobe.”

  “Are you serious?” I whispered, shocked to hell and back. “A walk-in wardrobe?” That was pretty much unheard of in the UK, let alone a house like this in London!

  “Do you like it?”

  “How soon can you move out?” I asked, almost serious. This house was just beautiful.

  When he didn’t answer, I looked over at him grinning, so he knew I was joking. His serious face made the grin slowly slip though.

  “How soon can you move in?” His eyes were burning as he asked me. I felt like I was suffocating as he got closer to me. “Breathe, Mina,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing the corner of my mouth. Taking in a gasping breath, I lifted my hands to hold on to the sides of his jumper. It seemed that I was constantly using him to stay standing up, but the man had a way of making me lose cognitive function. Take breathing for instance – I did it constantly, obviously, but the number of times I forgot when he looked at me was just ridiculous.

  Turning my face slightly, I carefully brushed my nose over the slight stubble on his jaw, making goose bumps come up on my arms.

  “Will,” I breathed. At least this time I was breathing.

  He leaned in further and skimmed his lips down the side of my neck until he got to the area where it met my shoulder.

  “Will you let me look after you, princess?” he asked. All I could do was pull him closer to me, closing the centimetre gap that had been between us.

  His arms skimmed down my sides until he got to the bottom of my jumper and then slowly pulled it up. I knew he was giving me time to say no and put a stop to it, but I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

  William

  My hands had been shaking the whole time I’d been undressing her. It’s funny, I’d gone up against some scary figures in the business world and hadn’t been shaken once. This woman was a whole different matter altogether.

  I’d got her into the shower and then taken my own clothes off and joined her. I wanted to wash her and look after her, but also learn her body and everything about her. I was kicking myself for not finding out what toiletries she liked. I’d been given a Molton Brown set for my birthday last month, so I poured some of it onto a sponge and rubbed it gently across her back. Once that was done, I soaped it up again and leaned over her from behind and started on her front.

  I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and kissing her neck. She’d tied her hair up in a messy knot on top of her head before she got in, meaning I had easy access to it as I soaped her front. I made sure to increase the pressure on the sponge as I passed over her nipples, enjoying the way she pressed back into me each time I skimmed them.

  “Will,” she groaned as she turned her face into my neck.

  Using my chin, I gently pressed it against her forehead letting her know I wanted her mouth. When she tilted her head back, I moved the hand that wasn’t holding the sponge around from her side and skimmed it down her stomach as I licked along her lower lip. When she opened her mouth, I flicked my tongue in and groaned at the taste of her.

  My hand moved further south until I was cupping her pussy in my hand and could feel how hot she was. She started to push her lower half back against me as my index finger skimmed through her lower lips until I found the hard bundle of nerves. Each time I circled it, she would grind back against my cock, driving me out of my mind.

  Swapping so that it was my thumb rubbing her clit, I moved my middle finger down and slowly pushed inside her. I had to keep reminding myself to go slowly, ever mindful of her innocence.

  I could tell from the way she was panting and her gasps that she was close, so I dropped the sponge from my other hand and moved it so that it took over rubbing her clit. It allowed me to add another finger to the one that was moving in and out of her, stretching her slightly for me at the same time as driving her closer to the edge.

  When she moved her head quickly away from me and dropped it so that it was resting against my shoulder, I latched onto her neck and pinched her clit at the same time. She froze and then screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around my fingers. It took every ounce of control I had not to come too, but I was determined that the first time would be inside her.

  Once she had stopped shaking, I quickly rinsed us off and wrapped her in a towel before picking her up and carrying her back through to the bed. Laying her down, I watched as she lifted her hand and traced the dips and grooves on my stomach, her hand travelling further down each time.

  “I know what you’re up to,” I warned her. Part of me wanted to allow it, but the other part of me was so close to the edge that I didn’t want to embarrass myself by shooting off the second she touched me.

  “I think it’s only fair,” she said, her hand moving until it was at the base of my cock.

  Moving quickly, I caught her wrist and moved it so that her hand was over her head on the bed. Crawling between her legs, I unwrapped the towel from around her and then tossed it over my head onto the floor.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I rasped, kissing along her collarbone. “There isn’t a part of you that I don’t want to worship, to lick, to suck, to taste.” With each word, I did just that, leaving slight marks behind me. Her hands were in my hair now and she was tugging to get me to lift my head.

  “Kiss me!” she whispered, her shaky tone emphasised how innocent she was and drove me even crazier.

  I’d intended to make it a gentle kiss, but the second our tongues touched, both of us lost control. Moving my hands behind her, I pulled up making her back arch so that I could move down and capture her nipple between my lips. I didn’t flick or lick this time, instead, I sucked hard and scraped it gently with my teeth.

  “I need you,” she begged.

  Reaching down, I made sure she was ready and groaned when I felt how wet she was. Wet for me, just for me. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her, pressing harder with it on her clit before moving down to her entrance.

  I’d thought about this earlier today and how I would do it to make it easier on her. I hadn’t intended for it to be tonight, I’d hoped, but I’d thought it would take us longer to get to this stage.

  My hands were shaking as I pressed the tip into her before pulling back out and doing it over again.

  “I need you, too,” I murmured before I took her mouth again. The whole time I was pressing into her and withdrawing, hoping to have her so mindless that the pain of losing her innocence wouldn’t be as bad.

  When she reached down and grabbed onto my arse, I pushed in further until I butted up against her hymen. With a shaky hand, I used my thumb to circle her clit again, focusing on the area she made the most noise when I touched. I could feel her begin to tighten around me and knew she was close. The second that she gasped, and her neck arched back on the pillow, I pushed forward, tearing through it as she cried out and her legs and arms tightened almost painfully around my back. I didn’t pull back and push forward again, instead, I waited with half of me inside her and half outside for her body to show me she was okay.

  Resting my forehead against her chest, I waited for her to stop shaking and to relax.

  “You can move,” she whispered into my ear, moving her hands up and down my back like she was trying to take care of me. With pretty much everything that Mina did, she took another piece of my heart and soul.

  Lifting my head, I watched her face as I pulled back slightly and then pushed forward. Her eyes flickered slightly, but when I would hav
e stopped, she used her feet to pull me further into her until I was balls deep, making me groan loudly.

  “You’re…” I tried to talk, but she felt so tight around my cock that I was starting to wonder if a man’s brain was in his dick and if the fact mine was being strangled meant that there was no blood flow getting to my brain. It would explain how I felt at that moment. “I…” I groaned as I pushed back through her tight wet walls. Giving myself a shake didn’t help because when I literally did just that, she tightened around me even more. “You’re perfection,” I groaned, finally able to get some words out. Her body spasmed slightly, but she didn’t look away from my eyes as I continued to move back and forth, adding more power to my thrusts. “You’re everything and more,” I rasped on a hard thrust. “Made for me, just for me.” The last word came out on a roar as I thrust deep and hard, grinding when I hit the end of her. The friction of the base of my cock against her clit threw her over the edge.

  This time when she came, I was inside her and got to feel her tight walls squeezing and releasing around my dick. I felt the harsh tingling at the base of my spine as I continued to thrust, and then it felt like I couldn’t breathe as I came. With every spurt into her, my body shuddered until I was drained and struggling to hold myself up. It was only the possibility of crushing her that stopped me from dropping down on top of her.

  Her aftershocks kept coming, and with each one, she’d tighten around me again. The feeling was a pleasurable pain. I was so sensitive it was painful, but it felt so good and I still had the euphoric feelings of my orgasm rolling through me that it was pleasurable. It was one of the most confusing things ever, but I loved it.

  Not ready to pull out of her yet, I wrapped my arms around her and moved carefully to my back, so she was lying on top of me, with me still inside her.