hair and pull her lips to mine. She lets out a soft whimper before wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and yanking me close. We lose our footing, stumbling backwards as I catch our fall against the playhouse with one hand braced for support.
With her back pressed firmly against the wood, our lips part, breaths frenzied as our eyes rove over each other’s faces before crashing into one another again. I grab tightly on her side, my hand skating down to grab her bottom as I cloak her body with mine, relishing in the feel of her touch once again.
I nip at her lower lip, forcing her mouth to open as I plunge my tongue against hers. She moans again, lifting her leg to my hip and causing my cock to thicken in my trousers. Her hands skate wildly through my hair, like she’s going to rip it all out as we attack each other like two starving animals in the wilderness.
“Fuck me!” a voice booms from behind us, and we rip apart, turning to see Mac standing there looking…well…not well. “What the fuck are you two doing snogging out here by a wee playhouse? You could get arrested for this in public parks, you know!”
We fight to recover our breaths as we straighten ourselves out. Tilly’s voice is hoarse when she replies, “Did you need something, Mac?”
Mac continues to cringe at the sight of us. “Yes, but currently, I’m having a huge internal battle not to come tearing over there and kick the teeth out of Santino’s face right now for snogging my wee sister at my wife’s baby shower.”
“Mac,” Tilly warns.
“Aye, I know, I know. We’re ‘Team Santino’.” He growls an unimpressed noise, clearly forgetting all about our bromance status from before. He expels a loud huff. “I came to get you because the caterers are here to pick up their stuff, and no one knows where the punch bowls went. The wee hellion twins had something to do with it, if you ask me.”
Tilly runs a hand through her tousled hair, picking out a sliver of wood that was lodged in there before begrudgingly detaching herself from my embrace. “I’m coming.”
She moves to walk away from me, but I quickly fall into step beside her, combing my fingers through hers. I lost her once. I will not lose her again. She bites her lip and shoots me a smirk that says everything I need to hear. Meanwhile, Mac makes a puking noise. “You two need to get control of yourselves, or I really am going to be sick.”
A list of things that are the absolute worst after you make up with your boyfriend and want to rip his clothes off:
Baby shower clean-up
Monstrous kids who won’t get out of the bouncy castle for the nice men to take down their equipment
Mummies and Daddies who look at the bouncy castle as a free babysitter so don’t seem bothered by said monstrous children
Professional footballers who should be in training but seem determined to drink every last drop of alcohol so none goes to waste
Friendly seniors who fancy a nice cup of tea after said baby shower
Overeager parents who linger for far too long nearly missing their flight home just because they can’t stop talking to my boyfriend
Okay…that one wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was quite nice.
After we tracked down the punch bowls from where little Teddy and Oliver had stashed them underneath some parked cars, I marched Santino over to my parents and introduced him as my boyfriend. Neither of them missed a beat as they stood up and cooed that they’d heard so much about him. My dad tried to score free legal advice, and my mum asked Santino what size vest he wore. She fancies herself quite the knitter, and it’s said to be a cold winter in London this year. It was exactly what I would have expected.
And maybe even a little what I’ve always dreamed of.
When everyone finally clears out, I follow Santino back to his flat, and I swear the bastard is driving slower than Freya’s parents. I know we need to be careful because it’s nighttime, but we’ve been apart for over a week. I want Santino naked and in bed right bloody now.
As soon as we enter his flat, I grab him by the jacket and haul his lips to mine. This isn’t going to be the type of sweet, touchy-feely makeup sex where we whisper how sorry we are and