Page 50 of Asking For a Friend

As if I would stop now. I stare down at Lando. He’s magnificent—lips swollen, skin flushed, eyes black with lust. And with our gazes locked, I fuck him again. In moments, we’re back. I shudder as I pour inside him at the same time he covers his chest and abs with stripes of his cum.

As we’re still panting, the phone rings again, as does the doorbell. We laugh loudly. My still semi-hard dicks jiggles inside him, and a small moan escapes his lips. The phone quietens down, but the bell rings again.

“Tell him I’m going to kill him. I’m going to write him as an evil, cheating bastard and kill him off. Painfully.”

I slip out of him, watching the cum leak from his arse. “Fuck, I love that sight.”

As I bend down, he grasps my hair. “No time for that. Just get rid of him, Hesketh.” He slides off the table, grabs his underwear, and runs naked to the stairs. I tighten the robe again and slowly saunter to the door and swing it open.

“You’re fucking dead!”

“Fuck!” I rush upstairs while trying to keep my arse cheeks clamped together. I don’t want to have to wipe cum from my floor when Ellis is around. What is wrong with people? Why do they just turn up at my door? My mother, Connor, and now Ellis. I’m going to have to get a ‘fuck off unless you’re invited’ sign for the door.

It’s not up to me to deal with this visitor. Nope, I’m going to get cleaned up. The shower heats up, and I step under the hot spray. I don’t care what he does or how he does it as long as we’re the only ones left in the house.

The shower door opens, and Hesketh stands there, gloriously naked. “Room for another one?”

“Absolutely. Has he gone?”

A scowl crosses his face. “Yes, he’s gone and without the black eye I wanted to give him. But with the assurance that we will both come for dinner on Christmas Day.”

I want to be embarrassed, but the sex was just too good to care. “That’s good. I don’t give a shit if he overheard us, but I’ll be making him an evil character in my next book.”

Hesketh grins and grabs the body wash. “Now, let me wash all those hard-to-reach places.”

Thirty minutes later, we’re in an Uber on our way to his place. He changes quickly and packs an overnight bag, and we’re off to the garden centre.

“We don’t need those, babe.” I gesture at the huge tub of silver baubles Hesketh is holding.

“But they’ve got sixty per cent off. It’s a bargain.”

I shake my head in despair. He’s like a kid in a toy shop. I thought I was enthusiastic, but he takes the biscuit. Hesketh insisted on having his photograph taken with the real reindeer at the Santa grotto. It seems he wants to turn my house into a winter wonderland. “Why do I have to have all this when your house has a classy less-is-more theme?”

“I don’t. Well, not intentionally. Maybe I should be buying these for me.” He looks around for another trolley and darts off when he sees one. I have a feeling I’ve released the inner child in him.

We eventually leave with an astronomical number of baubles, wreaths, and outside lights. He looks so pleased with himself I can’t even bother to be annoyed with him for making me buy more than I needed. Once it’s all in his car and the heating is flowing through the air vents, I pull off my gloves and hat.

“Where to next?” I ask as we drive away.

“Your place. We’ll do your house first.”

By the end of the day, my house is decorated in Hesketh’s meticulous way, and Flanaghan has climbed into the tree half a dozen times.

“Lando. He’s in it again.”

“He’s a cat, sweetheart. It’s what they do.” I laugh and return to the living room with a tray of cheese and crackers from the deli in the garden centre. Hesketh has already poured the wine. It’s a perfect evening.

“I need to go and get some shopping done tomorrow. It shouldn’t take me too long.”

“Okay, I suppose I should look for something for Ellis, Sophie, and the kids. We could meet up for lunch once we’re done if you want.” I pop a cracker into my mouth.

“Sophie loves your books. You could give her those.”

I nod. I wasn’t going to give them as a Christmas present. She can have them anyway. After everything she and Ellis have done for me to get us back together, they deserve more than some books off my shelves. I’ve sorted my gift for Hesketh. It came out of the blue. Ellis gave me Hesketh’s brother’s phone number and said Rory would be more than happy to corroborate what happened. To make it up to me, he offered a holiday. It was tricky due to the destination, but Rory promised us a safe place to stay.

It’s Christmas morning, and Hesketh is quiet. Distant almost, saying the right things, but he’s not connected, not with me. We haven’t done any of the things I wanted to do. Like doing rude things to each other. I’ve even bought some toys from a site I’ve used for researching some of the more extreme lifestyles for a book. But when I woke up, he was already out of bed. Steam was coming in from the bathroom, so he’d even showered.

At this moment, I’m ready to back out of dinner with the others. Sophie will pick up on Hesketh’s mood straight away. But not going will probably raise a million red flags too.

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