my tongue. His hand wrapped around me, and he jerked me hard. Fast. Ramping up the pace until I grunted in his ear.
He pulled me to him, pressed his cock against mine, and I groaned as the ridges of his piercings pressed into my shaft.
“Fuck…”
He groaned for me, then threaded Katie’s little knickers between our thrusting fucking meat. “Gonna fuck her. Both of us. I know you want it…”
I thought of the pink little bud of her. Her shaven slit. “Of course I fucking want it…”
“Gonna fucking stretch that cunt, Carl. You want it as much as me. Gonna be so fucking tight in there, Carl. So fucking tight.”
“Fuck, Rick…” The rhythm was relentless, hips and dick and fingers.
He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn’t let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed.
I pressed harder against him, bucking harder.
His hands gripped my ass, held me to him, and there were no fingers, just cocks, cocks and grinding fucking flesh.
I let his tongue go free and he pressed his head to the wall, closed his eyes. “Gonna open her up for you, Carl. Gonna make her nice and wide. I know what you need.”
“Fuck…” I hissed.
“Gonna make her take it, make her beg… open her up until you’re all the way inside, Carl. Oh, fuck, she’s gonna be so fucking tight. Such a tight little fucking snatch.”
“I want to… I want…”
“I know,” he breathed. “Gonna fill her up, Carl. Fill her right fucking up.”
And I was coming, spurting and hissing and shooting my load all over his fucking belly. All over mine.
“Yes…” he hissed, and he was coming too. I felt the jerk of him, the frantic judder of his dick against mine.
I caught my breath against his shoulder, and he laughed.
“Wasn’t so fucking hard, was it?” he said. “Three little words.” He took a deep breath. “Say it again.”
“Now you’re pushing your fucking luck,” I said.
I stepped through the door at midday and Mum shot up from the dining room table. She hovered while I kicked off my boots in the hallway.
“What?” I said.
“You know what.”
Urgh. I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t tell me he called you. What a prize fucking prick.”
“Watch your mouth,” she said, and I shot her the finger.
I smiled and so did she.
“I’m not talking to him,” I said. “He can piss off.”
“He said he’s been calling for a week.”
“No,” I said. “His office has been calling for a week. Him, no. He called once. Earlier. I was busy.”
“Semantics. He’s been calling for a week.”
“I don’t give a shit what he’s got to say. I’m not interested in any little non-family get-togethers. I’m not interested in Verity’s new fucking show pony. I’m not interested in how wonderful his wonderful life is.” I tossed my phone from my pocket to illustrate my point. “I really don’t care. I want none of it.”
“He’s your dad…”
“He’s my sperm donor. Nothing more.”
She pulled a face. “That’s horrible, Katie.”
“He’s horrible.”
“He’s still your father.” She grabbed my phone, held it out to me. “Call him.”
I shook my head. “No fucking chance.”
“You should call him. He wants to speak with you about something.”
“I couldn’t care less what he wants.”
“You will,” she said. “Call him.”
I took the phone but made no move to dial. “Why will I?”
Mum ran her hands through her hair, and it curled at the ends in the exact same way mine does. We could have been sisters. People often said so. “Ask him!”
“You tell me,” I insisted. “What does he want?”
She sighed. “He has an opportunity for you.”
“Then I’m really not interested in calling,” I laughed. “I don’t need his opportunity.”
“This is different,” she said. “You need to consider this one.”
“I don’t need to consider anything from him.” The promise of three grand a month held me in warm arms. “I can sort my own shit out.”
She leaned against the table and took a breath. “Harrison Gables.”
The name stole my breath. I gawped for long seconds. “What about Harrison Gables?”
Harrison Gables was the best horse whisperer in the whole universe. He’s the best of the best. The guy works miracles. He works with the wild horses on the cowboy plains in the US, and he’s known worldwide. I’d give anything to meet him, but he rarely indulges an audience.
My heart fell before she’d even finished the words. “Verity is going…”
I should have known. Of course Verity would be going. Princess Verity could do anything,