31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (29 page)

‘Was he always this small?’ he uttered.

‘Even smaller when I popped him out,’ I teased. He
smiled and looked back at him.

‘He’s just tiny and so cute in that little outfit.
Can I wake him up?’

‘No!’ I gasped. ‘Have you never heard the term let
sleeping babies lie?’

‘I thought it was sleeping dogs?’

‘Wise advice in both cases.’

‘Come on then,’ he sighed, ‘let’s get back, I have
a few surprises for you.’

‘You have to admit this is
so
much better
than that pogo stick you drove me down this track in last time,’ I grinned, as
the Range Rover’s leather sports seats and suspension cushioned me from the
worst of the pot holes.

‘Yes fine, it’s great,’ he replied with a roll of
his eyes and a quick flash of a smile in my direction.

‘If you’re so rich why don’t you just tarmac the
road to the loch?’

‘I don’t want to draw attention to it. A nice
smooth road shows there’s something worth getting to at the end of it.’

‘Ok, I get that.’ I looked behind to check on
Oliver, but he was still fast asleep. I was sure he’d sleep through an
earthquake until he was ready to wake up on his own. I started to feel tense as
we approached the shore. I hadn’t been back here since I’d fled, after
discovering Dan was married, and the memories of being on that water, and
in
that water started coming back to me.

‘Do you trust me?’ he asked in a serious tone,
just like he had when we were sliding down the mountain in the snow. I barely
knew him then, when I’d answered yes, now I knew most of his secrets, was in a
relationship with him and we had the most beautiful baby boy. Things couldn’t
be more different.

‘Of course I do.’

‘Then don’t worry, I’ve got you both covered.’

‘You built a bridge?’

‘Not a bad idea,’ he laughed. The shoreline came
into view on the horizon and I watched with bated breath, I’d forgotten how
beautiful and peaceful it was here, in this deep valley, miles from anywhere.
Everything was so much greener than London and the fresh air coming in from the
open window was so delicious. I caught him looking at me and smiled. ‘You’ve
missed it here. I always do.’

‘So it’s beautiful, but I can’t get my Starbucks
for breakfast.’

‘Think again,’ he advised with a mysterious smile.
I gasped as we pulled up in the clearing by the jetty. Tied up wasn’t his small
wooden outboard, but a large sturdy looking speed boat with windows in the bow
and a leather sundeck on the rear.

‘Seriously?’ I uttered.

‘You didn’t feel safe in the old boat, I want you
to feel safe. You and Oliver can go inside so you don’t have to look at the
water.

‘You’re crazy. If you could afford this car and
boat, why not have them to start with?’

‘It was just me, I’m not into being flash for the
sake of it, but it’s not just about me anymore, I need to think about what you
and Oliver need.’

‘You’re amazing,’ I whispered, as I put my hand
over his on the gearstick.

‘It’s only money,’ he shrugged, looking
embarrassed.

‘No, it’s the fact that we’re in your thoughts.’ I
felt my eyes welling up at what he’d done for us.

‘O shit, the crying phase isn’t over yet?’

‘No,’ I replied with a sniff, as I wiped my eyes.

‘Crap, I should have purchased some tissues,
because I think the rest will make you sob.’

‘Rest of what?’

‘Let’s go and see,’ he smiled as he reached over
and clasped my chin and ran his thumb over my lower lip, sending tiny sparks of
electricity through my skin. ‘I’m so happy you’re both here.’

‘Me too,’ I sighed.

He made sure we were happily seated in the small
cabin in the bow, which contained a wooden table and leather seating around the
edge and I heard the engine purr to life. It felt safer, warmer and smoother
heading over, and faster, I could hardly believe it when I heard him cut the
engines and jump out onto the jetty to tie us up. He took Oliver from me and
set him down on the decking by the boathouse, then the case, then helped me
out.

‘Right, you’re in stupid heels again. Sit here
while I take Oliver and the case up, then I’ll come back down for you.’

‘O don’t be ridiculous,’ I protested.

‘Ellie,’ he warned. ‘Don’t piss me off before
we’ve even made it to the house. Spending your time here with your ankle in
plaster isn’t my idea of fun. You’ll sit and wait for me.’

‘Fine, whatever, just be gentle with him, if you
swing him he’s likely to wake up and throw up,’ I sighed as I sat in on the
steps leading up the boathouse door. I watched him stride away with the
suitcase in one hand and Oliver in the other, his sexy backside making me
groan. ‘Sod it,’ I uttered after waiting for a couple of minutes and got up and
started walking to the house. I was halfway there when my ankle twisted under
me on a rocky outcrop and I landed flat on my backside with a wince. I heard a
roar of laughter and looked up so see Dan standing with his hands on his hips
shaking his head.

‘I warned you. Are you ok?’

‘Humiliated,’ I muttered as he strode over and
gave me his hand to pull me up.

‘You seem to have this habit of falling at my
feet, Miss Baxter,’ he advised as he grabbed me and hoisted me over his
shoulder. I let out a squeal of delight and immediately grabbed his peachy
backside, then gasped as he laid a stinging slap on my derriere. ‘That’s for
not doing as I told you and waiting for me.’

‘Owwww,’ I protested and squirmed with delight.

‘Tonight we’re going to have sex where I’ll start
to introduce you to the delights of being dominated, pretty soon you’ll be
craving my hand on your backside. Right now I just need to sink my cock inside
you and fill you with come.’

‘But Oliver,’ I whimpered, as a frisson of
excitement tore through me.

‘If you’re talking about our drooling, snoring,
adorable son, he’s fast asleep in his room. Trust me I’m that horny it’s not
going to take long.’

‘Not exactly selling yourself here,’ I laughed.

‘Trust me, fast or slow you’ll still have a mind blowing
orgasm, Ellie. I never fail to get you off.’

‘No, you don’t,’ I agreed on a sigh and smiled as
the sound of his steps changed and the wooden decking came into view. He headed
in and locked the door behind him, before striding across the wooden floor and
depositing me down on the pool table. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath
from the head rush as I was flipped back into an upright position, before his
hands were cradling my face and his lips were bruising mine with their urgency.
He didn’t need to force his tongue into my mouth, I opened it willingly as our
mouths mashed together, the feeling of bliss surging through my veins and
causing my nipples and clit to respond immediately. I reached down for his zip
and quickly undid it, before sliding my hand into his jersey boxers and
extracting him, marvelling at how the feel of his hot rigid shaft could turn me
on even more. I tested the tip of his velvet soft head with my thumb to find he
was wet already and he let out a groan which I swallowed, before he came up for
air and shuddered.

‘Fuck, I need you,’ he uttered, as he fumbled with
the buttons on my jeans too.

‘Tell me about it,’ I sighed as I kissed his
throat and neck, before releasing him to hike myself up so he could slide my
jeans and knickers down to my ankles in one smooth move, before he prised my
knees apart and dragged me to the edge of the table. My breathing was coming
hard and fast, in uneven gasps and I let out a cry of pleasure as his cock
speared me, driving through me with such force I felt like he was going to
split me in half.

‘Uh,’ he grunted, as his fingers dug into my
bottom and his mouth found mine again. He withdrew nearly all the way, dragging
his shaft against my internal nerves, waves of warmth radiating through my
body, before he hammered home again as he held me in place, anchoring me to his
pelvic bone. I whimpered as my body trembled. My thighs were being forced so
far apart by his own, but my feet were still anchored by my clothes around my
ankles. I shoved his jeans down and slid my fingers up his boxers to claw at
the smooth hard globes of his pert backside, making him grunt again as he
pierced my core with another hard thrust that had me cry out his name, before
biting on his lower lip. ‘Hold tight, baby,’ he managed to order, as I sucked
and chewed on him.

I nodded as I released him from my grip and he
started to power into me, brutal, punishing thrusts that threatened to rupture
some internal organs, but never failing to stimulate, rising me higher and
higher towards my climax. The sounds of our panting filled my ears as we moved
to kiss and bite on each other’s necks. We were like feral creatures, rutting
stags, our only focus was coming and fast. I heard him groan as I dug my nails
further into his flesh and I yelped as he did the same, those dents were going
to create bruises, I knew it, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was having
him back inside me, fucking me like we’d been apart for months, like he
couldn’t get enough of me. I knew I couldn’t get enough of him, he was simply
incredible.

‘Dan,’ I mewled, as my head fell back and my back
arched. I was close, so close. He moved to trail his tongue up over my throat
and gently bit it as he pounded into me on a mission. He didn’t need to order
me to come, the feeling of tension and tingling expanding from my core was a
sign that I was beyond any form of control now. I clenched around his shaft
tightly, as I tried to muffle a scream of pleasure as tears started to roll
down my face.

‘Ellie,’ he groaned, in a tone so deep it sounded
as if it came all the way from the soles of his shoes. He timed his last thrust
perfectly, emptying his hot load into me as I started to buck in his arms.
‘Damn it, I wanted that to last longer,’ he sighed as I quaked against him, my
eyes completely unfocussed. Longer? That had been perfect, the way he was
fucking then he’d have killed me if he’d gone on any longer. I felt him gently
lying me down on the soft baize below me as I tried to recover. He slithered
out of me, leaving cold where his warmth had been only moments before, but that
cool air was soon replaced by the power and heat of his tongue.

‘No,’ I feebly protested.

‘Yes,’ he murmured into my bruised and tender
flesh. ‘You smell of sex, of us and it’s so fucking hot,’ he groaned as he
lapped at my wetness, drinking in the fruits of our labour. Matt or Zac had
never done that, I wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced that I wanted Dan to do
that, until his tongue swept over my hyper-sensitive clit and my hips lifted of
their own accord.

‘Yes,’ I moaned, as my fingers grasped the ends of
his hair and pulled him closer into me. I felt him chuckle as his lips gently
sucked, while his tongue flickered, teasing me to another climax just as a cry
from upstairs echoed through the building. My natural instincts to drop
everything and go and check on my baby were hampered by the convulsions
currently controlling my body. He planted tender kisses on the inside of my
thighs before straightening up and hauling me up against his chest as he kissed
the top of my head.

‘Hmmm, eating you while you’re so hot from my come
was such a turn on. I’m ready to go again, but this time I want you from
behind.’

‘You’ll have to hold that thought, or maybe even
that erection,’ I laughed as Oliver cried again a little louder. ‘He’s awake
and he needs feeding or he’ll just keep crying.’

‘I guess I’m going to have to learn to share you,’
he sighed as he let me go and tucked himself back in and zipped up. He clasped
my face and caressed my cheekbones with his thumbs. ‘I’m so happy you’re both
here.’

‘I’m happy too,’ I nodded, as I pulled him down to
kiss me again. We pulled away laughing as Oliver started to really cry. Dan
helped me down off the pool table and tugged my jeans and knickers back up. A
shower was going to have to wait. My hungry and probably confused son wouldn’t.
Dan took my hand and led me upstairs and hesitated outside the guest bedroom.
‘What? If you’re worried he’ll cry if you hold him, he’ll soon get used to you
again.’

‘It’s not that,’ he smiled as he reached for the
handle and swung the door open. I stepped inside and froze as my hands flew to
my mouth. I wasn’t in the guest room anymore, but the most beautiful baby boy’s
nursery painted in pale blue, with fluffy white clouds around the edges. There
was a white painted cot with carved teddy bears and a matching chest of
drawers, nappy changing unit, book case and wall mounted shelving unit. In the
corner was a white leather rocking nursery chair and footstool with a blue and
white checked blanket and the windows had been dressed with roman blinds with
blue teddies and the letter “O” all over them. Sitting on the chest of drawers
next to Oliver’s cot was a blue teddy lamp emitting a soft glow around the
room. ‘Do I take your silence and tears as a good thing?’ he asked, an edge of
nervousness in his voice.

‘Yes,’ I whispered as I sniffed and tried to wipe
my eyes. ‘It’s …
beautiful
. How did … how did you do this so fast?’

‘Money means you can have anything delivered to
your time frames and I didn’t phone you on Tuesday because I was up until one o’clock
in the morning painting. I finished on the Wednesday, Mrs. McAdams did the
blinds and Pete helped with the furniture and the interior of the wardrobes.’
He opened the doors on one side to show me custom built shelving, housing
nappies, wipes, talc and everything else I could possibly need to look after
him. When he opened the other doors there was a wardrobe with mini rails fixed,
full of tiny outfits for him in all sorts of colours. I clapped my hands and
laughed, and Dan joined in as we heard a squeal and giggle from behind us.

‘See even Oliver loves it all,’ I moaned as I
wiped away more tears. I flung my arms around Dan’s neck and kissed him,
putting all my emotions into it, letting him feel how much I appreciated what
he’d done to make my son and I feel a part of his life, of his home. ‘You’re
incredible,’ I sighed. ‘I can’t thank you enough.’