“Why?”
“Because I like what’s happened before.”
“Well I –”
“Stop thinking about it Sibyl. That part of it was over almost before it started.”
She hesitated and he watched as she struggled briefly with it and finally, with a valiant effort of will, let it go.
And then he listened as she pressed her advantage. “So I don’t have to do what you tell me to do.”
“Of course you do.” He rolled her onto her back, sliding his thigh between hers.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“You suffer the consequences.”
At this, she smiled, one of her heart-stopping, devastating, bedazzling smiles.
This time he rewarded her for the smile and he kissed her.
Without hesitation, she melted beneath him.
Several long, heady minutes later, when she was again wet and ready for him, he dragged his mouth from hers and warned, “We’ll talk about Royce later.”
Her desire-drugged eyes rounded with anger and alarm.
And he finally, with immense satisfaction, slid slowly inside her and her anger and alarm fled and she was, blissfully, completely, all his.
It was then, outside, even though neither Colin nor Sibyl noticed it, the sun started shining.
Chapter Twenty
The Calm before the Second Storm
Colin pulled the BMW out of the garage on his way to pick up Sibyl and her family to take them to the Community Centre’s Talent Show.
Last weekend, when Colin arrived in the BMW to transport the five of them on a day trip to the Cotswolds, Sibyl walked out of the cottage and had been shocked at first sight of the car.
“Colin, I didn’t even think. You had to rent a car!”
He just stared at her and she quickly, and accurately, interpreted the stare.
“How many cars do you own?” she asked with narrowed eyes.
“More than one,” he’d answered carefully.
She’d sighed dramatically as if she was in fear for his mortal soul.
Then she suggested, “Let’s just not tell Mags, agreed?”
Spending time with Sibyl’s mother, Colin had swiftly learned that he could have told Mags he had twelve cars, with half of them being Land Rovers, as well as a number of sweat shops in the deepest regions of Vietnam, and Mags wouldn’t have cared as long as Colin continued to service Sibyl sexually.
Nevertheless, for Sibyl’s peace of mind, and to reward her for being the only woman of his acquaintance who thought owning more than one vehicle a fault in his personality, he’d agreed.
Sibyl’s surrender had been complete. Colin instantly recognised just how much she had been holding back when she opened her heart to him fully. He found the offer of it into his care a gesture so precious, he wasn’t certain how to handle it but he was certain that he would not, under any circumstances, let it go.
Regardless, the last two weeks of Sibyl had been a form of torture. True, most of it was a splendid kind of torture, but it was torture nonetheless. He couldn’t imagine a lifetime of it, just as he was looking forward to it. He was pleasantly contemplating their children (lots of them) and then old age. Sibyl could use some wrinkles, a few extra pounds (perhaps a stone or two) and a dozen children to slow her down.