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Twenty minutes later, after more kissing, teasing, essentially driving me mad, and after he planted his mouth over my pussy and made me come again, I was wearing one of his long-sleeved button-down shirts. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as we stood in his kitchen and made breakfast.
I hadn't really seen much of the house last night when we arrived in Hampshire. Yes, I had registered the glass, the view of the lake, and the winding path through the grounds, but that quick look did nothing. It had been pitch black.
But today in the light, I glanced around. Jesus Christ, it was gorgeous. The whole house was made of glass. I knew for a fact that part of the bedroom wasn't, and the bathroom wasn't. But everything else... glass.
"Gabe, this place is incredible. I guess you don't worry about anyone looking in, do you?"
"Well, not really. I guess you couldn't tell from the outside. No one can see anything but dull pink mirrored glass. We see out, no one sees in."
Everything was modern steel, and chrome, and glass. But even though it was ultra-modern, it was also warm somehow. Lots of colors and textures. The massive white couch had soft multicolored throw pillows that I wanted to hold and hug. It almost invited you to lie down and have a cuddle on it. "Saff never mentioned this place."
He shrugged. "Saff doesn't know."
"Your sister doesn't know you have a hide out?"
"Well honestly, I prefer to call it a lair like Batman has, but no. And to be fair, I didn't know for a long time that I had this either. But I guess my parents left it in a trust for me. Two years ago, I got a call from the lawyer to come out and see the property. I fell in love with it. Apparently, my mother had started building and designing it before she and Dad were murdered. Hand-picked everything down to the furnishings. After they died, I was notified of the property and given a letter. She’d left it in case she never got to finish the house. She wanted me to know she’d built it for me."
I rapidly blinked tears away. Fuck. If that wasn't the sweetest fucking thing I'd ever heard, I didn’t know what was.
"So, you just never brought anyone here?"
He shook his head slowly. "You're the only one."
"I just assumed you lived at Abott Manor."
"And I do live at Abott manor, but honestly, that house is for Saff and Rogues, and I didn't know I needed my own place until I had it. So I come out here maybe once a month, decompress, detox, that whole thing."
I nodded out to the lake. "Manmade, I assume?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"How many acres is this?"
He shrugged. "About a hundred."
"Well, thank you for trusting me enough to let me into your lair."
He grinned as he deposited a perfectly made omelet onto my dish. When he plated his, he joined me at the kitchen island, setting his plate down with the utensils for the both of us, and then hopping up to get us juice.
"How is this freshly squeezed?"
"I have someone who comes out prior to the weekends. I figured I'd need to get away and decompress after everything that happened, so I had them stock the place. I just didn't know you'd be coming with me."
"Are we going to talk about it?"
He nodded. "Eventually.”
I glanced down at my plate and picked at my perfect omelet with ham and onions and spinach. He didn't even frown when I added ketchup. "God, if you have chutney, that would be excellent."
He laughed. "Next time."
"Is there going to be a next time?"
He eased his fork down and then slid his hands into my hair before dragging me forward for a kiss. It was possessive. It was heated. It was a command and a question all at once. And when he pulled back, I moaned and whimpered, needing him back.
"I want there to be a next time, but that's up to you. You tell me what you want. If this weekend is all you want, that's fine. I'll never bring it up again.”
“Just like that?”
