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“Oh, yes, I remember the time in the cricket pavilion.”
“If you take me back to the pavilion, I’ll do it again.”
The pavilion was the first time she had masturbated in front of him. She made him sit opposite her and watch but not touch, right until she dripped wet spots onto the bare floorboards, right until she had come. He had ached for the touch and the taste of her. He had wanted to bury his face in her sex and lick her till she screamed, and she’d known it, the minx. She let him do it when she was done. He had licked her while he wanked and spurted his load in seconds.
“I don’t think we’d make it as far as the pavilion.”
She sat back into her seat. “You do realize that you broke my heart, you bastard.”
He stared at her, his gut knotting.
“No ... I never realized ... I thought you were doing just fine.” What could he do but tell the truth?
She shook her head.
He’d always known he’d been stupid over Zoë, but now he knew just how much. Too much. “If it makes any difference, I’ve never stopped loving you.”
The silence seemed endless. She was the only one who’d ever been able to grab his heart and wring the emotion out. Even after all this time, that still seemed to be the case. This was killing him.
Then she smiled. “It makes a difference,” she whispered.
He nodded, breathing again, his chest swelling. She had indicated that they could move forward. He couldn’t have been more pleased.
He pulled some money out of his pocket, counting it out slowly on the table -- partly in an effort to regain his equilibrium -- and suggested that they leave immediately.
She climbed into the passenger seat of the jeep, glancing around the unfamiliar vehicle with curiosity, throwing off her baseball cap and freeing her hair, shaking it out.
“Let’s go somewhere private,” she suggested. “I just want to be sure we understand each other before we sort this out and get rid of Greg once and for all.”
Understand each other? He hoped she meant what he thought she meant. He nodded, kicked the jeep into touch, and sped off, heading in the direction of the pavilion, simply because it had been suggested as a goal and wasn’t too far off. But he was constantly scanning for alternative cover as he drove. He wasn’t prepared to wait much longer to get her into his arms.
Inside a minute, he spotted the old sportswear factory, somewhere they had rendezvoused because it was halfway between his and hers, back then. It had been long since boarded up, and he hoped it still was.
He hauled the jeep up and swore under his breath as the traffic lights struck red. He craned his neck. The warehouse was in sight and looked as it had several years earlier, but with a few hundred more billstickers to prosecute. Perfect.
He turned toward her, hauling her into his arms, kissing her madly. He could smell her scent. It coursed in his veins, firing him up even more. The jeep was ticking over at the traffic lights; people were walking across the road in front of the vehicle. Alarm bells were starting to sound in his head, but the thrill of touching her held him still for a minute longer. He fixed her eye with his, staring blatantly at her.
“I could pull in at the old warehouse ...”
She nodded, her lips softly parted. It was all the encouragement he needed. He roared off when the lights changed, and pulled into the alley behind the entrance to the derelict warehouse.
“You want me?” Her question was mischievous.
His mouth twitched on one side. He nodded.
“Here?”
Another nod. “Right here.”
“But ... how?”
He jerked his head to the back seat, quickly opening his door as he did so.
She followed his lead and jumped out, throwing off her sandals as she did so. When she climbed into the back of the jeep, her fleece gaped open, and he glanced longingly at her bare cleavage for a moment from across the length of the back seat. He groaned, his body taut with suppressed longing. She was as eager as he was; he could see that. Her baby-blue eyes were sparkling with pleasure. He reached over to kiss her long and hard on the mouth. She grabbed at him, holding his head in against her as she returned his kiss. Then her hands dropped to open up her skirt, fumbling with eagerness.
“Do you always go out with no underwear on nowadays
?” His hand slid inside the split skirt as it fell open, snatching at the plump flesh of her bare pussy.
