The rain was coming down in sheets outside, but we might as well have been dead to the world. Every time I was with Eddy, nothing else seemed to matter. Nothing besides the two of us even registered. It all disappeared and there was just us. I backed her against the wall and pressed my body into hers. I was dying for the contact. Through our wet clothes our bodies had heated up, but we were still clothed. That was an issue.
I started with her blouse. We separated to get our clothes off, the job a little harder than usual since the moisture made them stick to our skin. Eddy laughed at me trying to get my jeans off.
“No, don’t bother. You’ll hurt yourself trying to do that,” she said. Her top was off but she was still wearing her tracksuit bottoms.
“Have you changed your mind then?” I asked. She looked at me impishly.
“As if we haven’t made it work with clothes on before,” she said. We did it again. Really, all you needed to do was get the essentials out, other than that, it was all extra. I pushed her against the wall, so she faced away from me. I pulled her tracksuit bottoms down over her hips. Christ. Her damp skin glistened in the low light. I grabbed and kneaded her ass in my hands, urging her to bend over at the hips. I was rock hard with no need for further convincing.
“You’re gorgeous, Eddy,” I said. I slid smoothly inside her hot walls. She sighed and pushed back against me. I would never get
enough of this body. The day I did, it would be because I was dead. To be honest, I never thought visiting her at home would yield these results. I wasn’t complaining though. In fact, I was already making plans to return.
14
Edwina
The shed had stood in this spot for years and never once had I thought about using it for this purpose. It was by far the least romantic spot on the estate, not that there had ever been much romance on the estate to begin with. This was totally Niall’s doing. From his hotel room, to his car, to the shed, I had no idea when my sex life had gotten so torrid. Previously, I was lucky if Russell wanted to do it while drunk after stumbling home in the middle of the night, stinking of another woman’s perfume. What was worse was that more often than not, I let him have his way with me.
The first night with Niall, I was upset that that was the kind of sex that I was missing out on being married to Russell. He had more passion and skill in his pinky toe than Russell possessed in his whole body. He knew just where to touch, just how to do it and how to leave me completely satisfied.
I revelled in Niall’s attention and the power of his thrusts behind me. The way he was going I wouldn't last long. I didn't want to. I wanted him to shatter me into a million pieces. I loved our moments together. I never got to experience that kind of sweet abandon anymore. I would miss him when this was over. I was determined to feel every sweet second that we spent together. Every last one.
I stuck my fingers in between my lips and worked my clit while he thrust into me. My breathing became short. The familiar wave started to crest in my body. When it crashed, I pressed my face into the cool wall, biting my lip so I didn't scream. I couldn't hear the rain or Niall or anything over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. I felt like he might have said something, maybe that he was going to come because soon I felt his cock pulse inside me, and his thrusts started to slow down.
I slumped against the wall. He backed off of me, but then I felt his hands turning me around. I turned so my back was against the wall and looked up at him. He kissed me. It was lazy and comfortable. Both of us came down from the high that we had just risen to making love in the shed. This bit was almost as good as what we had just been doing. I almost didn’t care how he was touching me as long as he kept doing it. I didn't want it to stop. When he finally pulled away, I had to stop myself from opening my mouth and saying something I would end up regretting.
Come stay in the house with me.
I actually sold your watch already.
The child I pretended not to have is actually yours.
“How long do you think the rain is going to last?” he asked.
“What? Well, it hasn't let up after all this time. I think we're out of luck.”
“How about we give it another hour and see what happens?” he asked. I straightened out my clothes and retrieved my blouse, putting it back on. The fabric, still damp, was cold. I went to the door of the shed and opened it. The rain was falling almost violently. The closed door and walls of the shed were saving us from the deafening sound of it coming down. I closed the door.
“I don't think you can leave and drive in this kind of rain. I don't think it's safe.”
“I hate to ask then, but do you mind if I impose for the night? I don't mean, I'm not asking to share your bed, though I wouldn't say no if you offered. I'm not keen on trying to get back to London in this either. Maybe I could spend the night in one of your spare rooms?”
There was a thought. Riley, Prue and I barely filled the place up. Three bedrooms were completely unused, but that meant they were also empty. In an attempt to make money, I had sold off all of the furniture that wasn't essential which included emptying the spare bedrooms. Technically, there were no spare bedrooms for him spend the night in. Walking into the house and seeing completely empty rooms would have been a bad enough shock. I barely had any furniture left. I didn’t know how I would have that conversation with him. I would have to bring up the finances and admit that I had sold the watch that he thought was only being appraised. If that wasn't suspicious, even worse was Riley.
Riley looked like me. The hair he had gotten from me, definitely. It wasn’t that Riley had my hair, more than that was the fact that he looked nothing like Russell.
Niall was a smart man, if he found out, who knew what his reaction would be? I imagined anger which was understandable, but what if he took it to the next level and decided the child, legally was his? I wouldn’t stand a chance against him in court. He would completely ruin me as well as take my son. The risk was far too high.
“No,” I said. His eyebrows went up.
“No?”
“No. I mean, I can't let you do that. It's not a good idea. My son has been ill lately, so I don't think it's a good idea to have you in the house.”
“Oh, poor thing. I hope he feels better.”
The boy was fine. If Niall did end up going into the house, Riley would be thrilled at the prospect of having a houseguest. He wouldn’t leave him alone, giving Niall plenty of time to deduce that there was no way he was Russell’s son. How would Niall react to me sending him back into the town and asking him to try and get a room at the little inn?