“Anyway, I have to run. There is so much to do. Paige, sweetie, I’ll see you at five sharp at the bar. You, me and my sisters are doing drinks and dinner! Can’t wait. Love you!”
“Love you too!” Paige laughs after her, as Chloe runs off down the hall to God knows where. I stare after her, still gobsmacked by the one-sided conversation I just witnessed.
“You okay over there?” Paige laughs.
Turning to her I ask, “Is she always like that?” My hands gesture to where the Tasmanian devil fled. She laughs, honest to God, she holds her stomach and belly laughs.
“Your face! Don’t ever play poker, your emotions are plain as day. I thought you knew Chloe? Surely you know what she’s like?” She’s still chuckling at me. The mention of poker sends my imagination to Paige shedding an item of clothing for every hand she loses, I’d have her naked in no time.
“I’ve known Chloe her whole life. But I rarely see her and when I do, it’s fleeting. I’ve not really spent any time with her in years.”
Paige is still chuckling as we approach our room, and she slips the key card into the machine. With a beep the door opens. The room isspacious and has beautiful views out across the grounds, but that isn’t what has my attention right now. It’s the bed, a large four poster bed is the centre of my attention.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard on that,” I say my thoughts out loud before I can think any better of it.
Her tinkling laugh reaches me from another room to the side. “As long as I can soak in this after. Come and see this bath, Gray!”
Walking into the bathroom, which is in a circular turret, I discover the room is almost as big as the bedroom and is dominated by a giant whirlpool bath.
“Oh, baby, I’m definitely fucking you in there too,” I turn to her, my cock hardening at having her all to myself, already eager to be inside her. Slowly, I stalk towards her.
“How long has it been?” I’m not really sure I want the answer to this question, but I need to know how much preparation she needs to take me. I can be a lot for some people and Paige is tiny. My cock leaks at the thought of how tight she’ll be. As I’m stalking forwards, she’s edging back out of the bathroom heading, maybe without even realising, towards the bed. Fine by me.
“What been?” She asks breathlessly.
“Since you got fucked.” She gasps, a blush staining her cheeks. I’m going to have her blushing all weekend.
“Oh, err, it’s been a while, I guess,” she mutters.
“What’s a 'while', sweetheart? A few days, weeks?”
“What on earth? You call that a while? How often do you have sex?”
“I have a high sex drive, baby, I like to fuck.” It appears I’ve shocked her. “Well?” I prompt. She’s backed herself to the foot of the bed now, and I’m right on her, our toes touching, our breath mingling.
“How— how long has it been for you?” She counters. That’s fine, I don’t mind answering first.
“It’s been six months. You could say I’ve had a bit of a dry spell.”Ever since I saw your fucking picture.I push her gently, causing her to fall back on the bed, my body following to cover hers.
“But you just said a few weeks was a while, why has it been six months?”
“Because they weren’t you.”Shit. I didn’t mean to say that. It’s true, but I definitely did not mean to say that out loud.
“Smooth,” she’s smiling up at me, having no clue I'm speaking the truth.
“You need to answer me, baby. How long?”
“Eighteen months, maybe longer?” I rear back, sure I must have misheard her.
“Eighteen months?”
“Yeah, about that I guess.” She’s embarrassed, but I’m fucking ecstatic.What the actual fuck?She never slept with him. Holy shit, she was never his. Not once did she ever actually belong to my son. I could weep for joy right now.
“So that guy, your ex, the one on the phone on the plane? You and him, you never?” I can’t verbalise the words, a part of me still fearing I’ve got this wrong.
“Oh, God no!” The look of horror on her face at the thought would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already on the bed. The relief I’m feeling right now is absolute. “I couldn’t, there was no spark. I kept putting him off and then eventually asked myself what I was doing and broke it off with him. If I didn’t want to sleep with him, I probably shouldn’t have been dating him.”Thank fuck!
“I don’t think you can really call that dating, baby. It’s certainly not any dating I know.”
