Frisky Business (50 page)

‘That was amazing,’ she breathed, almost teary with gratitude. She knew it had been a long time for her, but she was pretty sure that would have been a mind-blowing experience under any circumstances.

With his body pressed against hers, she realised that he still had a raging hard-on and she pulled off his boxers so his erection sprang free. She stroked the silky skin, longing to feel him thrusting inside her. But they didn’t have any protection. She was about to slither down the bed to reciprocate when he suddenly sat up.

‘Just give
me a minute,’ he said, kissing her swiftly before hopping out of bed. He returned moments later with a string of foil packets.

‘You have condoms?’ she gasped, practically whooping with joy.

‘Always prepared,’ he said, grinning as he opened one of the packets and rolled on a condom before jumping back into bed.

‘You’re a regular boy scout,’ she said as he settled between her legs. And then he was plunging into her and the pleasure started building all over again.

‘Seriously, that was it? You were going out with
one
condom? You obviously didn’t have high hopes for that party.’

‘I was going to get more when I was out, if I needed to,’ Danny said defensively. ‘How come you don’t have any?’

‘I’ve been … going through a dry patch, I suppose,’ Kit admitted reluctantly, running a hand through his hair. ‘But you were going to a
party
, for fuck’s sake! With
one
condom!’

Danny sighed. ‘We’re a disgrace to the gay community.’

‘We’ll be drummed out if anyone finds out.’

They had gone downstairs and were in Kit’s bed ready for round two, when they discovered they had exhausted their resources when they used Danny’s lone condom. Now they were sitting up side by side in the bed, bewailing their fate.

‘Shit!’ Danny kicked the sheet in frustration. ‘Maybe you should look again. Have you checked all your pockets?’

‘I’ve looked everywhere. I don’t have any.’ Kit put his head in his hands and sighed. ‘Oh!’ he exclaimed, suddenly sitting up straight. ‘But I know a woman who does,’ he said, turning to Danny with a grin, his eyes lighting up.

Danny
looked at him questioningly, and then realisation dawned. ‘No way! You’re going to ask May for a condom?’

‘Why not? That’s what neighbours do, isn’t it – borrow stuff from each other?’

‘Yeah, eggs and cups of sugar … maybe a bog roll at a pinch.’

‘Well, why should a condom be any different? But you’ll have to ask her,’ Kit said, giving Danny a little kick to shunt him out of bed.

‘What? Why me?’

‘Because she’ll think I’m cheating on Romy – she thinks we’re together and she knows Romy’s not here.’

‘But – she’s
your
neighbour. I don’t really know her.’

‘All the more reason. I’ll have to face her every day. You never have to see her again.’

‘Oh, all right,’ Danny sighed, throwing back the duvet and getting out of bed. ‘What will I say?’ he asked as he pulled on his clothes.

‘You could say you’re going to a party and you only have one condom. She knows you’re gay, right? I’m sure she’ll understand.’

‘Very funny.’ Danny grinned at Kit as he shuffled into his shoes.

‘Get plenty – we can pay her back tomorrow. Oh, and get some of the flavoured ones – chocolate, if there are any!’ Kit called after Danny as he went out the door.

Romy woke early the next morning. Ethan was still sleeping deeply, his limbs knotted around hers, warm and heavy. She turned and looked at the fire. It was mostly ash now, but there was still the odd glow of red. She carefully disentangled herself from
Ethan and crept out of bed, pulling on her pyjamas. She blushed as she remembered Ethan pulling them off her, kissing her bare skin, nibbling her nipples, her clit, putting his tongue inside her, and his fingers, and finally his big, beautiful cock. He had teased and tormented her for hours and given her the most explosive orgasms of her life. She shivered, fighting the urge to wake him up and start all over again.

Despite the fact that she had been awake for most of the night, she felt amazing. Sex was better than sleep any day of the week! She pulled on a cardigan and crept over to Luke’s basket. He was still sleeping too, so she went into the kitchen and put on some coffee, relishing the time to herself to relive the details of the previous night, smiling to herself as she recalled the little sounds Ethan had made as he thrust inside her, his groans of pleasure and satisfaction, his whimpers of need.

But as she started to come down from her sex-induced high, a million questions flooded her brain. Had Ethan been thinking about her that way all along? When had he decided he would try to have sex with her last night? When he was making the bed? Before that? Would he have made a move on her if they hadn’t ended up in this situation? Was it just a case of any port in a storm – he wanted to have sex and she was the only woman in the vicinity? And the most burning question of all – would he want to do it again or was last night just a one-time-only special?

She suddenly felt very insecure and desperate to know where she stood with him. Kit had told her that Ethan didn’t go in for serious relationships, and casual sex was the order of the day for him. But how casual? Would he think she was being clingy if she wanted to do it again? What if she wanted to do it again lots of times? Did he have a limit to the number of times he’d sleep with the same girl? And what about
tonight? Would he expect them to sleep together again? So many questions! Her head was spinning.

Well, she couldn’t carry on like this – she would drive herself mad. As she stood at the counter, sipping her coffee, she looked out the window. The snow was still thick on the ground and another light sprinkling was starting to fall. They would be stuck here for another day at least. She couldn’t spend the whole day on tenterhooks, wondering what was going to happen that night. She would be a nervous wreck, not knowing how to act, what to say, or if she should just say nothing and pretend it hadn’t happened.

She would have it out with him when he got up, she decided. She would make it clear that she wasn’t expecting anything from him, but she needed to know where she stood one way or the other. She would be straightforward and honest and grown-up about it. If he just wanted a one-night stand, that was fine. Well, not fine – the thought that he might not want to do it again made her feel like crying – but she would deal with it. It was the uncertainty she couldn’t bear.

Then she looked up and he was standing there in the doorway, bare-chested, and all she could think was how beautiful he was.

‘Good morning,’ he said, giving her a lazy smile.

God, she just wanted to lick him. She felt her insides melt, and all her resolve sliding away.
Stop it
, she told herself firmly,
you need to sort this out now
.

‘Morning,’ she said, standing up and taking her cup over to the sink. She stood there with her back to him for a second while she rinsed it out, regaining her composure. Then, taking a deep breath, she turned to him. ‘So are we having sex now?’ she asked.

He gave a startled laugh. ‘Oh! Um …’ he scratched his head and smiled at her sleepily. ‘Sure,’ he said finally. ‘But … um,’ he hesitated. ‘Do you
mind if I just have some Coco Pops first?’ He pointed to the cupboards behind her. ‘Keep my strength up …’

‘Oh no!’ she gasped, feeling herself blushing. ‘I wasn’t asking you to – I didn’t mean right this minute! I meant now as in the present continuous.’

She was babbling and he just stood there, smiling at her. Why didn’t he say something?

She ploughed on. ‘I just need to know. Was last night just a one-off or … I mean it’s fine either way—’

He frowned slightly, stepping closer to her. ‘You really don’t mind either way? That’s not very flattering.’

‘Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant – no pressure, you know. If it was just a one-night stand …’

‘You do realise that isn’t just up to me, right?’

‘Yes, I know that. I just wanted to know, um … what do you think?’

‘Well, for my part, I vote yes.’

‘Yes to …?

‘Yes, we’re having sex now – in the present continuous.’

She smiled and felt her body melting with relief. She hadn’t realised how tense she’d been.

‘What about you?’ he asked.

‘I vote yes too.’

‘Yes to?’

‘To us having sex now, in the present continuous.’

He grinned. ‘That’s unanimous then,’ he said, putting a hand on the side of her face and bending to kiss her while his other hand slid up inside her pyjama top, cupping a breast.

‘What about your Coco Pops?’ she breathed as he nuzzled her neck.

‘Coco Pops can wait.’

‘Don’t you need to keep your strength up?’

‘I’ll be
fine,’ he murmured between kisses.

‘Well, something’s up anyway,’ she said, as she felt his erection pressed against her. ‘You really want to do this again now? Before breakfast or anything?’

‘No time like the present continuous.’

‘How did you get so good at this?’ she asked later as they were once more snuggled up on the mattress in front of the fire. ‘You’re twelve. You’re not supposed to know about this stuff.’

‘I aced anatomy.’ He grinned, tracing a lazy pattern on her thigh.

‘Yeah, I can tell.’ She sat up, stretching contentedly. ‘Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up a hell of an appetite. I need my breakfast.’

‘Me too. I’m starving.’

She turned her head, looking down at him. ‘You don’t really eat Coco Pops do you?’

‘Of course. It’s the breakfast of champions.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘No, it’s the breakfast of five-year-olds. Makes me feel like more of a cradle-snatcher than ever.’