Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(50)

The smile on my face from listening to Frank say his piece soon slipped as I felt Killian’s hand grip onto my thigh tightly, dancing his fingers over the material of my jeans.

I tried to steady my breathing, my breath trembling as it passed my lips. Connie was digging into the food, piling it onto her plate.

“Sort yourself out some food, please,” Killian said low, his fingers still working their way to the apex of my thighs.

My breath caught, his fingers trailing along the seam that was sitting right where he wanted to get to.

Leaning across, I grabbed the spoon and started filling my plate.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

The burn in my belly was distracting, the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead presenting itself for the table to see. I exhaled deeply as his hand left my body to plate his own food up.

Taking a small mouthful of turkey, my eyes moved to Connie who was deep in conversation with Frank. My heart warmed, it made me realise how much I missed my parents. I rubbed the ache in my chest, I’ll call them as soon as we’re finished.

“How’s work going Connie?” Killian asked as his hand found it’s place back on my thigh, slowly trailing back to where it was.

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes hard, “it’s going okay, I can’t moan.” She shrugged, shovelling a mouthful of mac ‘n’ cheese into her mouth.

“When are you going to come and work for me?” he asked, his words slow as his finger ran up and down my core, the seam of my jeans hitting me in the right spot every time.

I tried to disguise my shaky breath.

“When hell freezes over,” she jabs at her dad with her fork before throwing him a wink.

“Oh, come on Princess, it’s not that bad… just ask Reese here,” his head turns slightly, his eyes falling to me as his fingers continue to stroke me in slow, teasing strokes.

“Not bad at all,” I say on a whisper, my grip tightening round the fork.

“Apart from Adele right?” Connie snickers.

“Yeah… apart from her,” I roll my eyes back, but was it in pleasure or from the frustration of her name? “The raging bitch.”

His fingers move in small, slow circular movements now, my orgasm at tipping point.

Connie really giggled now as she forked more food into her mouth.

“She’s not that bad,” he leaned in, speaking low in my ear, his finger pressing harder now and causing my clit to throb. I couldn’t hold off. The tingles swarmed me, a shiver dancing over my skin like a cool breeze as I came, my head falling forward. As soon as he got what he wanted, he pulled his fingers away before bringing them to his lips and running them across his bottom one.

The sadistic fuck.

“Pumpkin Pie?” he asked, throwing his napkin on the table and pushing back off his chair.





CHAPTER 22





Walking arm in arm with a slightly tipsy Connie we headed towards my apartment. Unlocking the door, she tumbled through it.

“Thank you for inviting me to thanksgiving,” I smiled, “I had a real good time.”

It wasn’t a lie. I did have a good time.

“You’re welcome, you’re always welcome. Sorry my dad is a bit stuffy and uptight, just old and stuck in his ways,” she said, flopping down on the sofa.

“He isn’t old,” I choked out a laugh, sitting next to her.

“He is,” she side-eyes me, “he is forty-five.”

Oh okay, so he is older than I thought. But, he still isn’t that old.

“Old man,” I laughed, reaching for my phone. “Just going to call my parents.”

“Dude, time difference.” She sighed; my eyes focused on the time.

Crap.

It was already gone nine here, so my mum and dad would be soundo by now. I’ll call them tomorrow as soon as I wake. It’s been a couple of days since I heard their voices or saw their faces. I missed them.

The pain crept into my chest.

Connie was smiling into her phone, I took a moment just to replay today.

I am sleeping with my best friend’s dad.

The realisation hit me like a steam train.

My thumbs hovered over his name, before clicking it and smirking at the message that presented me. My mind was still back at the table where he made me orgasm during dinner. He knew what he was doing.

Me: Guess who just found out how old you are… Old man.





Old men are not really my kink.

Before I could think about it, I sent it, nibbling on the inside of my lip as I felt the heat flush to my cheeks. Dropping my phone into my lap, I turned to face Connie.

“Right, I want to know details. Who has you smiling into your phone like a loon?” I asked, my elbow resting on the back of the sofa, my head in my hand.

Connie was laying straight on the sofa, her head resting on the back of it. She turned her head slightly to face me, holding her phone to her chest.

“I don’t wanna say yet, it’s going so well…” her eyes fell from mine for a moment before meeting them again, “I’m worried I’ll jinx it.”

“I get it,” I smiled at her, “but please just tell me… is it Kieran?”

She shook her head from side to side. “Nope, that cock has long sailed.” Giggling, she twisted her body now, her eyes searching my face.