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“You’re making fun of me while I’m suffering,” he joked.
She glanced down at where he was still hard, twitching against her thigh. “You’re not suffering that badly, from what I can see.”
He tightened his grip on her thighs, feeling her wetness stick to his skin. “I’m not leaving you like this, not again.”
Before she could reply, he lifted her off him and set her down gently on the seat opposite. Her dress rode up her thighs, her underwear gone with one quick tug, then he knelt in front of her and spread her legs open like a man starving.
His mouth was on her in seconds. Licking through her folds, groaning as the taste of her wrecked him. Then his tongue circled her clit with purpose, flicking and sucking until her hips lifted from the seat and she gave a sharp cry.
“Blake, don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. Groaning in response, his hands gripped her thighs, pulling her taut as he devoured her. When he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, he felt her start to contract around them as she bucked on his face. Her moans echoed around the cabin.
“Come for me, Ellie,” he breathed against her. “I want to feel you fall apart.”
And she did. Hard. Thighs trembling, breath stuttering, her hands fisted in his hair as her body locked tight around his fingers and mouth. He didn’t stop until she was quiet, her skin slick with heat. Only then did he pull back and kiss the inside of her thigh before meeting her eye.
And at the way she smiled back at him — a wicked, teasing curve of her lips — Blake knew he was utterly and completely undone.
Chapter 30
ELLIE
“Wow!”
Her mum had only just opened the door, and that was the first word out of her mouth. She looked Blake up and down with her twinkling eyes, then flashed Ellie a smile.
“Really,wow!”
“Mum!” Ellie exclaimed, feeling the heat creep into her cheeks. “Could you be any more embarrassing?”
Blake chuckled, and Ellie slapped him lightly on the arm, trying to stifle her own laugh. He feigned injury, clutching his side dramatically, which only made her laugh harder.
“Mum, this is Blake,” Ellie said, leaving out his last name for now. “Blake, Mum.”
“Call me Isla, dear,” she said, taking his hand. “You can call me Mum if you like, but that might be weird.”
“It’s a pleasure,” said Blake. “I can see where Ellie gets her smile from.”
“Oh, shush,” Isla said, blushing. “You two had better come in before you swoon all over my porch. I’ve only just hosed it down. Come on.”
Ellie tutted, following her mum into the house. It was past ten, and the farm was drenched in darkness. Her mum didn’t have a lot of livestock, and the goats and chickens and horses she did own were quiet. A few birds still hurled their calls into the night, but the peace of the countryside was almost absolute. Ellie closed her eyes for a moment and listened to it, remembering how much she had loved that absence of noise when she was little. The city never stopped shouting, and right now she would be happy to never go back.
The door closed behind them and Ellie opened her eyes. The farmhouse wasn’t huge — it was probably tiny compared to wherever Blake lived — but it was cosy, and it was loved. Bookcases sat against almost every wall, stuffed with old novels and coffee-table art books and various trinkets her mum had collected over the years. There were also dozens of framed photographs, and Blake made his way towards one on the other side of the room.
“Oh, God, no!” Ellie exclaimed as she recognised which one it was. She ran after him, but she was too slow. He had picked up the frame, already laughing. “That isn’t me!” she said. “That definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent isn’t me.”
“Well whoever she is, she’s adorable,” Blake said, admiring the picture of a thirteen-year-old Ellie standing with a group of people outside the school gates, wearing a pair of huge red glasses and a pink shell suit. She was holding a book, grinning with happiness and showing off her braces.
“Reading club,” she said, blushing. “Man, I was so uncool.”
“I think you were the coolest.” He replaced the photograph. “I think you still are.”
“She hasn’t changed a bit.” Isla was watching them both from the other side of the room, her eyes crinkled with kindness.
“I have!” Ellie said. “I’m completely different. Don’t you dare gang up on me.”
“Come through to the kitchen,” her mum replied, leading the way. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry, so I made French toast.”
