‘Then why did you want to screw me?’
‘Because you’re very good-looking. Because I fancied you. Because I’m a fucking man. Because I
‘I knew you’d never leave Hailey. I didn’t want you to. And I played by your rules, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still get hurt. It doesn’t mean I can’t still miss you. Don’t hate me for it, Rob.’
‘I don’t hate you,’ he said, his tone softening.
Again she took a step towards him, holding one of his hands, draping it around her shoulder and pushing herself against him.
She leant forward and allowed her lips to brush against his, lightly at first but then more urgently. He responded, his tongue snaking into the warm wetness of her mouth. They remained locked together like that for what seemed an eternity.
She gripped his right hand, gently stroked his index finger and guided it between her legs. When she withdrew it a second later it was glistening. She pushed it towards his mouth and smeared the transparent moistness across his bottom lip – then pushed it into his mouth, letting him taste her.
They were both breathing heavily now.
Rob kissed her even more passionately, then pushed her back onto the bed, climbing alongside her, feeling her hands scrabbling at his trousers. Expertly she undid them and tugged them free, smiling as she saw his erection straining against his underpants.
She eased them over his hips. Over his bulging manhood. Then she lowered her mouth to his stiffness and enveloped its swollen tip.
He grunted as he felt her free hand massage his shaft, her tongue still playing over his glans.
Sandy stood up on the bed and pulled off first her T-shirt, then her panties, which she dropped onto his chest.
For long seconds she stood there, allowing him to look up at her body, at her plump vaginal lips and the dewy moisture on her downy pubic hair. Then she sank down and straddled him, guiding his erection towards her moist warmth. She teased the tip around the hardened bud of her clitoris, closing her own eyes as the pleasure intensified. Then she moved forward slightly, allowing him to penetrate her. Wanting to feel his stiffness inside her.
With a deep sigh of delight, she began to ride his erection, shuddering as she felt his hands cupping her breasts, thumbing the nipples that already stuck out stiffly from the puckered flesh around them.
She looked down at him: his eyes screwed tight, his face contorted with pleasure.
Sandy was smiling even before the first unmistakable feelings of orgasm began to spread gloriously from her pelvis and belly, and up through her body.
She continued her rhythmic movements, aware that Rob too was close to his climax, enjoying the increased pressure of his hands on her breasts as he squeezed harder.
Sandy gripped his shoulders as the first wave of intense pleasure surged through her, and she gasped his name in the midst of it.
Rob thrust his hips up, as if to penetrate her even more deeply, and he too grunted as he filled her with his semen.
They were lost in that wonderful moment – in the sensations that enveloped them.
His eyes were still closed as Sandy smiled down at him.
21
AT FIRST ROB Gibson thought he was dreaming.
That the ringing phone was the residue of some dream.
Its strident sound continued, piercing his sleepy haze.
He blinked hard, and realized that this wasn’t a figment of his imagination.
It was 2.18 a.m.
‘Jesus,’ he murmured, sitting up.
Beside him, the naked form of Sandy Bennett stirred slightly.
Rob had to lean across her to reach the phone and, as he did so, she tried to snake her arms around him. He pulled free from her and swung himself out of the bed, wandering around to the other side of it and slumping in a chair.
He took a couple of deep breaths before lifting the receiver.
‘Hello,’ he croaked, clearing his throat.
‘It’s me.’
He recognized Hailey’s voice immediately.
Lying on her side no more than two feet from him, Sandy looked sleepily at him, allowing the sheet to slip away and reveal her breasts.
Rob glared at her, convinced that he could see the beginnings of a smile creasing the corners of her mouth.
‘What’s wrong?’ Rob wanted to know, waving a hand to signal Sandy to keep quiet.
‘I couldn’t sleep,’ Hailey told him.
He exhaled deeply.
‘I was thinking about you,’ she continued. ‘Sorry I woke you.’
‘It’s OK, babe,’ he said, still glancing at Sandy, who had now eased the sheet even further down and rolled onto her back.
Rob shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
‘Becky’s missing you,’ Hailey said.
‘And what about you? Are you missing me, too?’
Sandy Bennett stretched, kicking the sheet right off, to reveal her body totally. She raised both knees and pressed them together, then allowed her legs to fall apart. Permitted one hand to glide between them.
Feeling a stirring in his groin, Rob looked away.
‘I just wanted to hear your voice,’ Hailey murmured.
‘Try to sleep, Hailey,’ he said softly.
There was a long silence.
He saw Sandy’s right hand moving gently between her legs, her breathing becoming a little harsher.
Again he tried to look away.
‘What time will you be home tomorrow?’ Hailey said at last. ‘So I can tell Becky.’
‘I don’t know. It depends what time this finishes. About tea-time I suppose. If I’m lucky with the traffic, too.’
‘What have you been doing tonight?’ she wanted to know.
Sandy had now slipped her other hand between her legs too. Her heels were digging into the mattress.
‘Did you have a meeting tonight?’ Hailey persisted.
Rob stroked his chin and lowered his gaze.
‘Yes, I had a meeting,’ he said. ‘It went well.’
‘I’ll let you go back to sleep now.’
He swallowed hard.
‘I love you,’ Hailey said quietly.
Sandy turned onto her side so that she was looking directly at him, her hands still moving expertly between her legs.
‘I said I love you,’ Hailey repeated.
His eyes were fixed on Sandy.
‘I love you too,’ he said and hung up.
‘How touching,’ Sandy said, her voice wavering.
‘What is your fucking game, Sandy?’ Rob snapped. ‘Do you think you’re being funny?’
