Head On (Strength And Love)(31)
Some gut instinct tells me not to. It’s not that I think Dave is behind what’s happened, but I don’t trust him. Never have. I’ll call Dad later and tell him, but not Dave.
“I’m out walking Sadie at the moment, and I don’t actually know the address.” I give a little laugh. “I’ll text you it when I get back and can ask Ann.”
“You’re not safe, two women alone. You should come and stay with me. It’s what your dad wants.”
I decide to tell a bit more of the truth. “We’re not alone. Her brother’s staying, and he’s ex SAS.”
There’s even more silence. “Okay. I’m not happy about it, and your dad won’t be either. Text me the address.”
He hangs up without even saying goodbye.
“Ex SAS, eh?” Ethan’s eyes are amused. “It’s actually ex-SBS.”
I don’t understand the difference so I shrug.
Ethan smiles at me. “SAS is the Special Air Service. We’re the Special Boat Service. I’m a sailor, not a soldier. We’re a bit like the SEALs, only better.” His smile turns into a full on, cocky grin, and I’m blinded by his beauty.
Right now, with the sun shining down on his dark hair, his deep blue eyes even bluer against the bright light and blue sky, and his gorgeous smile, he’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.
His face grows serious as he regards me. “What was the phone call about?”
“My Dodgy Uncle Dave wants me to go stay with him. He says there’s some business trouble, and Dad’s worried about me. It seems your guess about this being about my dad may be correct.”
He nods, but doesn’t say anything for a moment. He indicates for us to head back toward the house, and we start walking down the hill.
“What happened with the guy in the bushes?” I try to make light of it, but I’m getting seriously creeped out.
He laughs. “Erm, turns out it’s a bit of a dogging and cottaging spot.”
I’ve no clue what he means and my expression must say as much. He clears his throat and for the first time since I’ve met him, he looks a bit embarrassed.
“It’s where people go and pretend they’re walking the dog, but they’re meeting for sex.”
I blink at him, twice. “They have sex. In the middle of a load of hedges?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. Not too happy it’s right on my doorstep. I think I’ll ask the guy who owns this land to cut the hedges right back. Sadie and Ann go walking around here, don’t want her coming across people doing that shit.”
I shudder at the thought. I mean, there must be all sorts of spiders and creepy crawlies in those hedges.
He looks at me and starts to laugh. “You’re such a prude.”
“And you’re such a ‘Not In My Backyard’ hypocrite.”
“Touché.” He doffs a pretend cap and I grin. I’m hoping I can interest him in a bit more of the sexy stuff when we get back to the house.
Chapter Fifteen
Ethan
We get back to the house, and after taking all the dogs leads off, and getting them water, I go to put the kettle on. I look around and there’s no Isla. I wander out into the hallway and poke my head into the living room, but she’s not there. I head into my study. But she’s not in there, either, or the gym.
I shout upstairs. “Do you want a coffee, or some tea?”
Silence. Frowning, I climb the stairs, and head toward the guest room, but it’s empty. She must be in the bathroom. I’m hot and head to the bedroom to take my jeans off, and put some lighter cargo pants on, when I stop dead.
Lying on my bed, completely nude, is Isla. I can’t swallow. She’s fucking gorgeous. She’s on her side, facing the door, and her curves are mouth-watering. I walk over to the bed and trail my fingers along the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip, down her thigh, and back up.
I shuck my own clothing off in record time and get on the bed, lying facing her. She smiles at me, sweet, but unsure, and I groan. She’s going to be the death of me. I kiss her, and it’s different than before. I take it slow, just kissing closed mouth and running my fingers up and down her spine. She presses in closer to me and she’s warm, and soft, and so, so good against me.
“Turn over,” I tell her.
She gives me a little frown, a tiny tell that she’s unsure about what I’ve said, but she does it.
I pull her in closer, her lush arse against my dick. Sweeping her heavy curtain of hair to one side, I kiss her neck and she sighs. I nibble at her soft skin, taking a nip of the shell of her ear. My other arm goes around her to splay over her belly and then work up toward her breasts. I palm them, feeling their heavy weight, and gently rub my thumb over her nipples. I play with her tits for a long time, getting more and more worked up, as she starts moans and rubs against me. I’m still kissing all over her neck and shoulder as I move my hand down across her stomach, to part her folds with my fingers. She’s already wet, and I groan as I begin to stroke her clit.
It's not long before she’s doing her squirming cat-like thing and it tells me she’s ready for me. I can’t wait another moment and I push between her legs to enter her from behind. Oh, Christ. She’s perfection. Warm, wet, and tight. She grips my dick and I have to focus for a moment, or I’ll blow my load right now.