Forever & an Engine (10 page)

‘Lexi’s dad
left when she was eleven and she’s never seen him since. Her mum’s an
aggressive alcoholic, so not really the place you want to spend Christmas.’

‘Christ
she’s not had it easy has she? So both come and spend it with me. Dad may not
be home, so I’d either be alone or spending it at Doug’s and much as I love him
and his family, I’d rather be with you.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. We
could go out for your birthday and the three of us could spend Christmas and
Boxing Day together.’

‘You’d
really do that for us?’

‘Mia, I
know how important Lexi is to you, so that makes her important to me. There’s
no way I’d try and come between the two of you, especially not for a special
occasion.’

‘You just
get better by the minute Gabe Austin, I love my boyfriend. Shit, I did your
black washing and forget to take it out of the machine.’

‘Ok, I’ll
tidy up while you sort it baby. Christ we’re like a boring old married couple
already.’

I ignored
that terrifying comment and went and took everything out of the dryer carefully
folding it back up and putting it all on the shelves or hangers in his room. I
spotted a black tux and bow tie hanging up and ran my fingers over it and shuddered
with ecstasy imagining how sexy he’d look in it. I made the bed and headed back
downstairs to find the kitchen spotless. I poured myself a glass of coke and
stood at the glass doors overlooking the garden. It was nearly as large a
football pitch and I was intrigued to go and look at orangery that housed the
pool at the end.

‘Here you are.’

I turned
around to see him smiling at me.

‘Can we go
and see the pool?’

‘Once we’ve
rested after that big lunch. Do you want to play pool instead?’

‘Sexy pool
like the other week?’ I asked, my interest piqued.

‘Well it
will be sexy pool with you dressed like that, but I was thinking we could
actually try finishing a game. I want to see how good you really are.’

We spent
about an hour laughing as we played. We decided on best of three and he was
gutted when I won the first. It was a close call, but he took the second game.
When he pulled ahead in the third, I undid a few buttons on my shirt and made
sure I pushed my bottom out to distract him.

‘I can’t
believe you’ve just done that,’ he said as he looked down my shirt at my
cleavage. ‘Trying to put me off my game is as good as cheating.’

‘What? I’m
hot.’ I played for innocence, but he had me sussed.

‘Fine, well
two can play at that game Mia.’ He leaned his cue against the table and slowly peeled
off his t-shirt. I stood open mouthed looking at his bulging biceps and ripped
stomach, his joggers hanging low on his delicious hips. He was hard as usual
and his erection was straining to get out, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from
him.

‘God it’s
like you’re my very own diet coke man, but with a very large added bonus,’ I
sighed. He grinned and bent over to take his shot as I groaned admiring the
view. Once he’d potted it I walked over to him and gripped his erection through
his joggers and kissed him hard.

‘O you’re
so going to get it when we’re done,’ he moaned as he pushed himself into my grasping
palm. ‘If you think I’m going to forfeit when I’ve only got a couple of balls
left to win, you don’t know me very well.’

‘You
forfeit last time we played. I could climb up onto the table and you could fuck
me from behind.’

‘Mia Page,
hands off my cock and step away from the table. I’m in competitive mode and I
don’t like losing.’

‘Spoil
sport,’ I muttered as I leaned back on the pin ball machine watching him pot
the rest of his stripes and go for the black. He fluffed a cut in and swore and
I smiled sweetly as I grabbed my cue and headed back to the table. He folded
his arms across his bare chest as he watched me intently. I’d two spots left
and the black, which was pretty much hanging over an open pocket. I made an
easy shot for the one spot but left the white in a bad position and I saw him smile.
I walked around the table slowly looking at it from all angles and trying to
work out which would be best.

‘Jesus christ
Mia, take the damn shot.’

‘Stop
rushing me, I want to get it right.’ It wasn’t helping having him standing so
close half naked, making my eyes veer from the table to him, ruining my
concentration.

‘It’s not
the bloody crucible. Hurry up, we need to finish as my cock’s desperate for
some attention.’

‘O, so when
it’s
you
with the chance to win, my offer of sex is rejected? When you
want some action, you just want me to rush and lose so you can fuck me?’

‘Yes.’

‘You know
that my vagina and I could just shut down and go on strike? How would you like
that?’

‘You go on strike?’
he laughed. ‘Never. You need sex as much as I do. After a few hours without you’d
be climbing the walls.’

‘I’ve my
toys,’ I retorted standing up straight and eye balling him.

‘I’ve my
hand,’ he snapped back quickly, giving me a
so there
look.

‘Like your
hand could
even
compare to what I have to offer Gabe.’

‘Like your
toys are half the size of my cock and what happens when the batteries die on a
Sunday night when the shops are shut? You’re screwed, or rather not,’ he smirked.

‘O silly
silly
boy. I’d open the TV remote or dismantle the kitchen clock or a doorbell. There’s
always a battery somewhere in a house to keep me going. Now shut that pretty
mouth of yours and let me concentrate.’ We smiled at each other and I picked my
angle and carefully sank it, screwing the white ball back up the table to
perfectly line up with the black hanging over the pocket. I watched his face as
I chalked up my cue slowly and blew on it. His eyes had that dark haze, like
when he found me drunk on Friday and was really angry, but wanted to fuck me at
the same time. ‘You
really
don’t like losing do you?’ I said, smiling at
him.

‘I’m
competitive,’ he shrugged. ‘No point playing or taking part if you don’t go in
to win.’

‘So if I
sink this black you’re going to be very annoyed?’

‘I’m
already annoyed that I underestimated you. That screw back was perfect. It’s
pissed me off,’ he frowned.

‘So what’s
in it for me if I were to miss and let you win?’

‘No bloody
sex for starters. I may not like losing Mia, but I don’t want a sympathy win
either. If you win, it’ll be because you were better and I’ll have to deal with
that. I’ll practice more so it never happens again.’

‘And if I
win?’

‘I take out
my frustration by fucking you until you beg me to stop.’

‘Then
buckle up sexy frustrated boy, you’re in for a long ride.’ I bent over and made
the shot without hesitation and watched the white ball move slowly back to the
centre of the table.

‘Right
that’s it, you’re so getting it now,’ he growled. I jumped up and down on the
spot clapping excitedly as he marched purposefully over. He grabbed me and
swung me off the floor into his arms, as I giggled kissing his neck while he
tried to stay looking mad. He carried me out of the games room, through the
utility and out of the back door and padded barefoot across the lush green
grass, angling me so he could open the door to the orangery. The warm sticky
heat and smell of chlorine hit me immediately. He pushed the door closed behind
him with his foot and carried me up the side of the pool to the deep end at the
top and stood over the edge with me.

‘Gabe
Austin you wouldn’t dare,’ I said horrified as I saw a naughty twinkle in his
eyes. I screamed as he launched me in the air and held my breath and blew out through
my nose as I hit the water. It parted below me and I went under and kicked out
and came back up to the surface, treading water as I took a big gulp of air and
pushed the water and my hair out of my eyes. I looked around and saw him
laughing at the side of the pool.

‘I can’t
believe you just did that,’ I spluttered.

‘It was
worth it, your face was a picture. How is it?’

‘Really
warm, except I feel heavy with my wet clothes dragging me down.’

‘I better
come and rescue you then.’ Without taking off his bottoms, he dove into the
water and disappeared. I looked down and saw him approaching, until he reached
my kicking legs and came up beside me. He pushed his wet hair back with both of
his hands, grinned at me and pulled me to him and kissed me. The passion in it
made me forget where we were and I stopped treading water and started to sink. I
felt his muscular arms grip me, pulling me back up and he nodded towards the
ladder at the top of the pool, so we swam to it and I pulled myself up and out
and squeezed the water out of my hair.

‘Are you
coming back in?’ he asked as he ran his eyes over my wet body.

‘Yes, give
me a second.’ I peeled off my wet leg warmers and looked down to see the wet
shirt clinging to me, my black bra obvious below. I started to undo the
remaining buttons and heard a wet smack and looked to see Gabe’s joggers at the
side of the pool.

‘Gabe
Austin, are you naked in there?’

‘Yes, first
time and it’s rather nice actually. Hurry up,’ he said excitedly. I pulled the
white shirt off me and heard him whistle.

‘Are you
perving on me?’ I smiled.

‘Your white
knickers have gone see through. They’re very tight around your cunt, it’s very
sexy. Take your bra off and leave your pants on.’

‘I really
wish you wouldn’t use that word, it’s vulgar,’ I scowled while he winked at me.
‘You’d better not rip them off again, I like these and those black ruffled ones
you ruined on Friday were my favourite pair, not to mention the number of
g-strings you’ve torn off me.’

‘Then I’ll
have to take you shopping and buy you more. For every pair I ruin, I’ll buy you
two more how does that sound?’

‘I don’t
buy cheap knickers you know.’

‘So we’ll
go somewhere expensive, like Agent Provocateur, to pick some out together.’

‘Wow and I
was thinking TK Maxx or a day to day chain store. You’d really go in there with
me?’ I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.

‘And help
you choose sexy underwear to turn me on even more, why wouldn’t I? Damn your
tits are gorgeous baby, come on get in,’ he ordered impatiently. I hesitated
and looked at him frowning. ‘No,’ he said firmly.

‘What? I didn’t
say anything.’

‘No, but I
know what you were thinking and the answer’s no. I haven’t shopped, nor taken
any girls shopping for sexy underwear before Mia, now get in the damn pool, I
need to fuck you. Now.’ I smiled to myself, liking that he knew my insecurities
and was as desperate for me as I was for him. I carefully walked around to the
top end of the deep end and glanced at him as he watched me fascinated as I
lifted my arms and dived in. I came up and cleared my face and saw him smiling
at me. ‘Not bad, you need to lift your legs up more as you leave the edge.
You’ll cut in smoother.’

‘Are you
going to give me a diving lesson or can we get just on with the fucking?’

He laughed
and splashed me, so I splashed him back and as he reached out to grab me, I
quickly swam away and headed for the shallow end. He overtook me in seconds and
turned to face me, blocking my way. I swam up to him and wrapped my arms and
legs tightly around him as he crouched and anchored his feet to the bottom of
the pool, the water lapping at our shoulders. He held me around the waist his
arms supporting my back as I cupped his face and kissed him. We kissed for a
long time and I felt my lips engorge as our breathing quickening. Anyone would
think it was our first time together from the neediness building up in us both.
I pushed my hands up into his wet hair, gently biting his lips and tongue as he
moved up down the shallow end until his back was against the wall. I sighed as
he placed a hand on my breast bobbing in the water and lifted it to his mouth,
watching my face respond as he suckled and nibbled at it.

‘I love
seeing your face as you do that Gabe.’

‘What else
do you love?’ he mumbled.

‘Seeing
your face between my legs as you lick me,’ I whispered.

He swiftly
lifted me up out of the water, it was like my very own Dirty Dancing moment as
he turned and deposited me on the edge of the pool, my feet dangling in the
water. He parted my legs and ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs,
my skin coming to life as he skimmed over it. I put my arms out behind me to
prop myself up as he pulled my legs further apart and I could feel myself
responding even before his fingers starting caressing the thin material of my
wet white knickers.

‘You look
so ready,’ he sighed as he stroked me. ‘Put your feet up on the bar.’

I did as I
was told and he grabbed my bottom and pulled me right to the very edge, my legs
splayed, as he ran both of his thumbs up and down the material and slid his
fingers underneath. He looked up at me and I could see he was as hot and
bothered as I was. I gasped as he thrust his thumbs through my knickers and
ripped them, until my swollen lips poked through the gap.