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‘I want you to fuck me so badly,’ she whispered, her breath tickling over my lips, only a hair’s breadth separating our mouths.
‘Not tonight, princess. If you still feel that way in the morning, let me know. There are so many things I want to do to you. I want to taste every inch.’
Her whole body trembled in my arms, her lips opening as she exhaled and her eyes searching mine. She tried to close the small space between our mouths but I shook my head.
‘Be a good girl for me. It’s taking all of my willpower not to lay you down and fill you with my dick.’
She squirmed against my hold and reached between us, cupping my hardening cock and giving me a shit-eating grin.
‘You want me,’ she said, her voice silky and wanting, ‘and I want you. Why hold back just because I’ve had a few drinks? I thought you were supposed to be bad.’
‘Because when I fuck you, I want you to remember every second afterward. I want you to have watched clear headed as I eat you, and to remember getting on your knees and sucking me down into that pretty little mouth. You’re going to remember every second of me sliding into you for the first time, feeling the stretch. I don’t want a half checked out Maeve. One who’s emboldened by alcohol. I want you aware and needy because you are desperate to fuck me, not because you're drunk.’
‘I’m not that drunk.’ She pressed her body fully against mine, those tits hot against my chest.
Then her expression changed as she paled. Her hand flew to her mouth as I released her from my grip.
‘Come on, let’s get you to the sink.’ I lifted her into my arms as she held her mouth and deposited her in front of the kitchen sink just in time. I pulled her hair back as she welcomed the tequila back into the world.
After the first round of vomit, I slipped to my knees and loosened her heels, my fingers sliding over her toned calves as I lifted her feet one by one, setting the shoes aside.
‘I’m... so... sorry,’ Maeve said between sobs.
‘It’s okay.’
I held her hair until I was fairly certain there was nothing left to come up. Silent tears rolled down her pretty face, so I got a cloth and cleaned her up, wiping the black makeup streaks away. I grabbed a t-shirt and pair of boxers and held them out to her. She took them meekly, muttering something about her own pyjamas, but I wasn’t about to go into her room and rake through her things. I watched as she tried to pull her dress up over her head, getting tangled in her drunk confusion.
I stepped up and helped her untangle her arms. Her skin was so soft and warm beneath my fingers and I stifled a groan as I pulled her dress over her head, leaving her standing in my kitchen in nothing but a tiny black thong. Christ, she was a dream. Body to kill for. Soft but still strong, those thighs would be my downfall.
I lifted the top and pulled it down over her head before letting her slip her panties off and put my boxers on.
‘Let’s get you to bed,’ I said, grabbing her water and a box of dry crackers and walking her through the corridor to her door.
‘Thank you Cam.’ Her using my preferred name again brought a shiver of pleasure. It was a little thing, but I much preferred to be called Cam. She’d finally given in to it. ‘I didn’t mean to be such a mess.’
‘We’re all a mess really, Maeve. Don’t worry about it.’
She stood up on her toes and placed a soft kiss on my cheek before letting herself into her room.
I cleaned up the kitchen before collapsing on the sofa and switching on the TV, exhausted from the rollercoaster of the night. I’d wanted Maeve so badly, and there was little doubt that she wanted me too. In the cold light of day, her situation gave her more reason to fight the desire. But beneath her reservations, there was a draw to me. I’d been worried it was all a front, or all in my head, but she’d been so hot and wet for me. Sure, she could just be horny from a few weeks without sex, but there was an energy colliding between us and turning into fire.
An action movie was halfway through, but I’d seen it before so I left it on as I helped myself to a water and sank back into the deep sofa. I heard a shuffling behind me and turned to see Maeve wrapped in a duvet, her eyes wide as she approached. She looked fucking adorable.
‘Can I stay with you for a bit? I promise I won’t try anything. I love this movie.’
‘Come on,’ I said, lifting an arm and welcoming her warm body against me, spreading the duvet out over the two of us. She yawned and smiled, leaning heavily against me until she eventually relaxed, her head slipping down into my lap as I idly ran my fingers through her hair.
‘I like pretending with you,’ she said sleepily as I continued to toy with her hair.
‘I’m not sure how much pretending we’re doing,’ I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper as I listened to her breathing settle into a steady rhythm.
I was in too deep. I’d been questioning it, but I knew without a doubt it was more than just lust I was feeling for Maeve. I wanted to protect her, to care for her and to make her problems disappear. Unfortunately, her two biggest problems were my father and the fact she had been forced to marry me. Neither was an easy fix. I could try to convince Father to let her go, but selfishly, I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep her.
She had been correct when she’d said it would come down to her or my father, and it was putting me in a position that made me feel sick to my stomach. Father wouldn’t hesitate to use her against me if he thought I cared for her to a point my loyalty to the family was in doubt. How could I expect her to live in that position, though?
I swept an errant piece of hair from her face and groaned as she smiled softly in her sleep. She’d looked killer in her heels and red hot dress, but wrapped up in my t-shirt and curled in my lap was even hotter. The hard edge was gone, and she looked sweet and tender. We both had a hard outer shell thanks to the world we’d been raised in. Gilded cages for us both.
I admitted to myself that I was falling for Maeve in a way that would likely end in disaster. It’s why I’d always avoided getting entwined in any real way with anyone. I’d cared for my mum and my sister through so many tears and so much pain, both physical and emotional. I’d never wanted to inflict our fucked up family on anyone else. Then Mum had left, and it had ripped me apart. If someone who loved me so much could leave, then anyone could. Opening myself back up to that made me want to push Maeve away. And I couldn’t. I’d tried, but pushing her away just left her in my father’s domain and I couldn’t leave her open to his abuse. I understood why my mother left, but I couldn’t forgive it. Could I open myself up to that again? With Father there, she’d leave me eventually, either in a coffin or fleeing home and inciting a war. Would dad be happy to just let us be happy? He’d have that union, and if she was happy, her brothers might let her be. Maybe the war could actually end. But my father had killed her mother and maimed her father before forcing Maeve into a marriage with the enemy. A little happiness wasn’t enough glue to heal those wounds.
