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Bottom line was that I trusted my mother with Seb, and as soon as I closed the door behind them, I was able to draw a littlemore air into my lungs and shift my focus to the next few days. More tourists in general, and the poker tournament specifically. It was finally here.
“I’m going to miss him.” Abbie sighed as she strolled over to the window overlooking the side street below. She tweaked at the curtains and peeked out. “Ugh, the decorations are up. Come look at this.”
I joined her and looked out the window onto layers of pink everywhere, but it was hard to whip up any strong feelings about it. I’d come to terms with the fact that this year, the festival was on steroids, and I’d been in enough planning committee meetings that not much of what I saw was a surprise. I had bigger things to worry about. And maybe all the Valentine’s Day stuff didn’t bother me as much this year because I had someone to share it with.
I checked the time on my phone and pushed aside a surge of disappointment that I didn’t have time to take advantage of the empty loft.
Still, I could spare a few minutes to kiss my girl. I swept Abbie’s long hair to the side and ran my lips over her neck. She dropped her head to the side and hummed happily as I swirled my tongue across her skin. My cock swelled as she wiggled her arse against my erection.
Pulse quickening, I picked up her hand, spun her to face me, and looped her arm around my waist before capturing her upturned mouth with my own. Abbie moaned against my tongue, and soon, her back was pinned up against the window frame, and she was opening her knees as I shoved my thigh between her legs.
“Putting on a show, are we?” she asked breathily, turning her head to glance out the window.
“Maybe.”
There weren’t that many people in the street, but I drew Abbie forward a little so I could close the sheer fabric curtains behind her, just in case. The thought of fucking her with an audience was a massive turn-on, but now wasn’t the time. It was still hot enough to know that the shape of her body against the curtain would be slightly visible, so I pressed her against the fabric and slanted my mouth over hers, stroking my tongue with urgent desperation.
“I have to go,” I mumbled between kisses, but I slipped my hands underneath her shirt anyway. I couldn’t walk away without first having a little more of her. Pulling down the fabric of her bra to get to her nipples, I plucked at the hard peaks hard enough to make her moan.
And then her hips started to rock.
I hiked my thigh and shoved it between her legs. “Need something to ride, babe?” She nodded as her tongue slipped and glided messily against mine, and she rubbed her pussy against the hard muscle of my thigh. Blood rushed to my cock fast enough that I growled as I pinned her harder against the wall, and her fingers clawed into my shoulders as she hiked one leg over my hip and ground her centre against my thickening dick.
I fisted her hair, shifting the angle of her mouth so I could kiss her deeper, and Abbie whimpered, hips jerking faster. Her head dropped backwards, and the sight of her long, exposed throat drove me crazy. I grabbed onto her arse and yanked her against my dick, rutting like a teenager into the heat between us.
My hands were everywhere, palming her breasts then lifting her shirt so I could mouth her nipples. Latching onto her hips and encouraging her to ride me harder and faster. I pictured this moment with no clothes between us. My fingers sliding into her slick pussy. Lifting her up to impale her on my dick. Her long legs wrapped around my waist.
Curtain open, and everyone watching. No more questions about who I belonged to.
It was an effort not to come, but I was holding on until my girl got hers.
“Oh, Jesus,” Abbie gasped as her nails dug into my arms. A pretty flush crept up her neck as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips slowed as she rode her orgasm to its end. I watched Abbie’s climax play across her face. I’d never get tired of watching her come. She was so beautiful like this.
I let Abbie soak in the last tremors of her release, running my lips over her jaw and collarbone in featherlight sweeps. A small smile appeared on her mouth, and with her eyes still closed, she slipped her hands under the hem of my shirt.
Screw my schedule.
But as I reached over my shoulder to drag the thing off over my head, my phone rang. I considered ignoring it for the briefest moment, but it might have been about Seb. I was already reaching for it when Abbie said, “It could be important. You should answer it.”
We untangled ourselves as quickly as we could, but not fast enough for me to answer the call before it was sent to my message service. I recognised the number as one of the suppliers for the poker tournament, and her message was to confirm a final delivery that morning. I sighed, knowing I couldn’t do anything about my throbbing dick for hours.
“I’m sorry. I have to get downstairs to accept a delivery, then today is going to be hectic.”
“That’s okay. I’ve got two classes this morning and a few errands to run, but I doubt you’ll miss me. The Will Kidd Fan Club just arrived.”
“Thewhat?”
Abbie cocked an eyebrow, and though she was trying to keep things light, her small, mocking smile was tight. She jerked her head in the direction of the street. “Your fan club. It’s here.”
My stomach dropped as I leaned past her to tweak open the curtain. “Ah, fuck.”
A white shuttle had pulled up on the street outside The Salty Stop and deposited at least two dozen women onto the footpath. They wore dresses in various shades of pink, most of them short, and Valentine’s Day-themed fascinators on their heads. None of them looked older than thirty-five, and as I watched, some pressed their noses against the glass windows of the bar, others pulled out their phones and started snapping selfies.
One spotted me looking down, and she squealed, an arm flying up to point me out to the others. I snapped the curtains closed and took a step back, chewing my lip uncomfortably. Emily had given me a heads up on what to expect, and if I only had me to worry about, I’d have cruised through this week without breaking a sweat. But hashtags on social media and a Will Kidd Fan Club were a lot to deal with when I had a secret girlfriend to protect from the fallout.
“I suggest you take the rear exit when you leave the bar tonight,” Abbie suggested sweetly.
She was pissed, and I didn’t blame her. I was frustrated, too.
