sweat coats my skin, and my breasts feel heavy, my nipples rock hard as I imagine the piece between my legs being Santino’s cock instead of this stupid toy.
If I gave him the look, I know without a doubt he would follow me into the loo and fuck me to completion over and over and over. It would feel so fucking incredible after…
Wait. No sex.
We’re not doing that yet.
Stop thinking about sex, Tilly!
It’s smart for us to take it slow. Fucking Santino in the loo would be old Tilly. And I am not old Tilly. I’m new and improved Tilly with maturity and control and sobriety.
Except right now, I’m drunk on arousal.
“I’m just going to go grab another drink,” I state when it’s the halfway mark of the game. I need some fresh air, or I’m going to crawl out of my skin at any moment.
“I’ll get it,” Mac barks, his tone gruff as he stands up to make his way past Freya.
I frown up at him. “I can manage, Mac.”
“It’s fine.” He grabs my glass out of my cupholder and doesn’t even cast me a simple glance. “You stay here with Freya.”
“Mac okay?” I ask Freya, my gaze following my brother as he walks towards the bar looking tense.
“He’s stressed about me, I expect.” She sighs softly. “I think me being here is making him anxious. Would you mind too terribly much if we left now? You don’t have to come home with us. I’m sure you could take a taxi or get a ride with Vi and Hayden. They live in Brick Lane as well. Or you could sneak off with Santino if you get a chance.” She nudges me with her elbow.
“Oh, it’s fine. I can take a taxi.”
Suddenly, the area between my legs is blasted at a level I cannot even attempt to hide on my face.
“Are you alright, Smarty Spice?” Freya touches my arm with a worried look on her face. I delicately attempt to shrug her off because even if this is insanely naughty to be doing in a room full of people, the last thing I need is my bloody sister-in-law holding my hand while I orgasm again. Kill me now!
I nod and force a smile as I choke out, “Just a cramp in my thigh.”
Freya’s hand reaches down to touch my leg. “You should eat a banana!”
Nodding, I grab her hand in horror, squeezing it firmly to get it away from my vibrating pelvis. “Do they have bananas here?” I ask through clenched teeth.
“Doubtful.” Freya looks crestfallen, but her eyes widen. “I hear that noise again! It’s a faint buzzing. Do you hear it?”
I shake my head instantly, my hair curtaining around my face as I do.
“It sounds like a bee. I’m really allergic to bees. Do you think it could be a bee?” Freya looks around worriedly. “It’s either that or the baseline to a Spice Girls song I suspect.”
“I don’t hear anything,” I croak out, my groin involuntarily grinding into the sensation between my legs.
Freya tuts. “You know, I’ve never actually been diagnosed with a bee allergy, but I never got on with honey. I think they say you have a natural distaste for things you’re allergic too, right?”
“I really don’t know.” My voice squeaks at the end and mercifully the vibrating stops just as Mac returns.
“Mac darling, would you be terribly upset if we left?” Freya asks as Mac hands me a fresh glass.
He frowns down at her. “Are you not feeling well? Should we talk to Belle?”
“I’m feeling wonderful, darling. Just thinking a good cuddle on the sofa with you sounds a lot better than this crowd. Plus, I think there’s a bee circling the suite, and me and bees do not get on.”
“Whatever you like, Cookie.” Mac steps in to help Freya up. “Tilly, are you coming?”
“She’s going to stay,” Freya says quickly, patting Mac on the arm. “She can get a lift home with Vi or whoever.”
Mac frowns down at me. “Are you sure?”
“I’m fine, Mac,” I reply, waving him away. “I’m enjoying the match. This is my first Tower Park game, remember?”
“Aye, okay.” Mac eyes me dubiously but then turns his attention back to Freya as they slowly make their way through the suite, saying goodbye to everyone as they go.
As soon as they’re out of sight, I exhale heavily, my entire body feeling like it’s going to burst into flames. That was intense. Maybe telling my brother I’m seeing Santino would have been easier