“When was the last time that someone slept on this?” I asked. I fitted the sheet over the corners on my side but Eddy was struggling.
“A few years ago, at least. Don’t worry. Nothing nasty on the sheets.” She tugged the sheet and tried to force it under the corner of the mattress but it didn’t yield. I went around the bed and helped her.
“Let me lift and you tuck it,” I said. I got my hands under the mattress and hauled it up. It weighed a ton. Eddy shoved the sheet underneath the few inches that I managed to lift it up. I heard her yelp and stumble, falling into me. I let go of the mattress and caught her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She laughed. “Yeah, yes, of course. I swear I know how to make a bed. I promise,” she said. She looked up at me. She was pressed into my chest. Her clothes were thin enough for me to feel her body underneath. Her eyes seemed to drill into mine, seeing right through me. My body felt hot. I was barely dressed; we were in a bedroom and it would take nothing to get her out of her clothes. Nobody could in their right mind expect me to control myself around her. Had they seen her? It had been something of a long day with some very surprising revelations and we were finally having a nice, quiet night alone. This was the perfect way to end it. We kissed.
I pushed her back onto the bed. She lay back and I climbed on top of her, immediately getting rid of the towel. I started on her clothes. She helped me, matching my intensity. I loved it when I could see her hunger. It made me stand up stiff, ready for her. It made me want to devour her.
Once her clothes were off, we kissed again. I pawed her breasts and ran my hands over her curves. Back in a bed again, I didn’t want to lose out on a chance to properly work her over. I started at her neck, kissing down her body until I was between her legs. I looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes were half-lidded watching me. I held her thighs open and dived in.
She gasped. I tried a couple of different touches, pressures, techniques, gauging how much they made her squirm. She was incredibly responsive which made sex with her that much more enjoyable. When I got into the right rhythm, I plunged two fingers into her. It almost finished her.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she whispered. Not if my life depended on it. I kept going, watching her come to pieces underneath me, until she let out a scream and a shudder ran through her. I smiled to myself. I licked my fingers clean coming up from between her legs. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me.
“Okay?” I asked. She smirked.
“Now it’s your turn.”
16
Edwina
It was about time I got the guy on his back.
I knelt down between his knees, looking down at him, just looking. He was beautifully made. He was lean and muscular whereas the lifestyle Russell had led had made him doughy and easily winded. I would admit it. Sometimes, when Russell was gracelessly thrashing on top of me, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Niall. It was more than just sometimes if I was honest. my imagination completely failed to get close to reality though. I indulgently ran my hands up his firm legs. He let out a small laugh when I skimmed his sensitive inner thighs.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Taking my time,” I said. I let one of my hands run up to his crotch and jerked him off slowly. He sighed. I lay between his thighs and touched his tip to my tongue, bathing it generously before sucking it into my mouth. He groaned. I used my tongue, running it over his head every time I worked my way up his length. My pussy was soaked. It turned me on to do this to him. I watched his reactions, making him groan. I got into a rhythm bobbing up and down. His hand went to my hair, gripping.
“Not so fast,” he said. I ignored him. Suddenly, I was being pulled up over his body, so I landed in a straddle over his body.
“You want this to be over before it even starts?” he asked.
“You could take a little longer. I believe in you,” I said. He laughed and kissed me, pulling me down onto him. Naturally, his cock found its way to my opening. I gasped as he slid his way inside. The stretch felt sinfully good. His body was perfect in every way. I wondered why I couldn’t seem to resist him but whenever we were together, it was glaringly obvious.
I rode him slowly, grinding my hips. He reached for me, pulling me down so we could kiss. He matched my strokes, so we were moving in synch. I had never had such explosive sexual chemistry with anyone. My body opened up for him like it had never for anyone in my life. I let myself get lost in the experience. Minutes later, my orgasm swept over me. He rolled us over and fucked me through it until he came.
We spooned when it was over, laying there in the silence. My lids kept drooping. I was tired and I wanted to fall asleep with him. There was nothing I wanted more than that, but it was impossible. Riley was in the house and I had to go and be there for him. I knew that it wasn’t wrong to leave Riley with Prue for the night. I did it routinely when I couldn’t be home, but this felt wrong somehow. Spending the night here with a man while my son wondered where I was made me feel a little guilt. On top of that, the man in question happened to be the biological father that he knew nothing about. We never got to do this part. It would have been amazing to wake up next to him, but things were more complicated than that.
When I thought about it, I never imagined getting to this point. Usually, I could deal with the guilt but that was when I never thought that I would meet Niall again. I never thought about the possible revelation of the truth or having to let Russell or Riley know. In the beginning, I thought Riley was Russell’s. We had been intimate before and after the night with Niall and I was happy when I found out I was pregnant. Finally, someone who I could love unconditionally who would give me the same thing back. Parenthood was far more complex than that but being in a loveless marriage so young, I was desperate to feel wanted. To feel needed. Our honeymoon had been shortly before the night with Niall. I had no reason to believe the pregnancy wasn’t my husband’s.
My wedding had actually been quite beautiful. Since Russell’s family had paid for it, they spared no expense. I felt and looked like royalty. The Baron getting married was a big deal. I knew only a handful of the two hundred guests but I smiled and socialized with the best of them. I would be a great wife, even though Russell wasn’t my choice. He was nice to me at the beginning, but it became clear very fast that the arranged marriage would never blossom into anything real. Those dreams were crushed quickly by Russell.
He never said it outright that he didn’t want me or love me but it was clear that he loved his cards, horses, and games more than he would ever love me. It was the little things. Ignoring me, dismissing me when I asked him why he smelled of perfume, the way he would pick fights with me. Sometimes, I met people when I was alone and when I said I was his wife, they would act surprised since he never let them know that he was married. By the time I was spending nights alone, I was resigned to the truth. Worst of all were the looks from other people. Walking through the town and taking the looks from other people pitying me was enough to drive me to shut myself up in the estate. It cut to the bone that they knew my husband was a philandering, gambling drunk. I hated being the object of their gossip and pity.
A baby meant that I would have someone to love me, even if my husband didn’t want to or couldn’t. A baby would make it all worth it. When Riley was born it wasn’t immediately apparent that he wasn’t Russell’s and Russell didn’t care either way to spend any time with him. As his features came through, it became apparent that he could not have been fathered by Russell and I lived in fear for months that Russell might catch on and discover the secret. Though he had my red hair, his nose, eyes and, mouth were strikingly similar to Niall’s. I was certain that he would be the spitting image of a baby picture of Niall if I ever saw one.
Russell never noticed.
He never changed a diaper, fed him, bathed him, nothing. He probably wouldn’t have been able to tell me what color his eyes were if I had asked him, so I never said anything. Keeping the secret filled me with guilt at the beginning but then it felt good. It felt like my small victory against Russell who had done nothing but hurt me our whole marriage
. Fantasies of how upset he would be at the prospect of not being Riley’s father were my selfish little win against his mistreatment. I never had to think about telling Riley or anyone else the truth until Niall reentered my life.
I should have said something to Niall.