Page 41 of Fake Rocks
“When am I going to see you again then? If you’re staying in London all week.”
“I don’t know. Why don’t I bring Saff back for Sunday lunch one weekend?”
The initial silence from Aunt Annie was another sign of her displeasure. I could almost see her mouthing the suggestion to Uncle Col and shaking her head, trying to get him to veto it.
“Sure, why not? It would be nice to meet her.”
Nice.
What a completely bland thing to say. I tried not to let it get to me. Maybe by the time we had lunch I could have something concrete to tell them about Saff and I.
“Great, looking forward to it already. Look, I’ve got to go. Tell Uncle Col I’ll see him tomorrow. And ask him not to forget my boxers!”
“Tris, be careful, darling. I’ll see you soon.”
She ended the call and I stared at the screen as Saff bounced into the kitchen.
“I’m starving. Jonas said we should order some food in.”
“Me and my uncle didn’t put in all this work for you two to ignore the kitchen!” I pretended to be cross with her, but it was impossible.
“I know how hard you worked.” She stopped directly in front of me, gaze firmly on my lips. “And it would be unfair of me not to thank you.”
Saff’s mouth met mine, the kiss soft and tender at first, becoming urgent and more passionate as it went on. Her body pressed against me, her breasts crushed against my chest. If that was the kind of thanks I was going to get, I promised myself there and then I would work the hardest I had ever worked in my life.
23
Saff
Apiercing sound blasted through the room, jolting me awake. It seemed like only a couple of hours since I’d finally gone to sleep. Tris and I had feigned tiredness to Jonas and gone to bed early. Although it was several hours later we actually closed our eyes.
Tris fumbled around on the floor trying to find his phone. It was his alarm which had broken my blissful slumber. I couldn’t really be angry with him though, not as he lay next to me, bare chested, his hair mussed up, eyes heavy with sleep.
“What the hell time is it?”
“Sorry, I still had my alarm set for the time I needed to leave Uncle Col’s place. I’ll change it for tomorrow.”
“So it’s...?”
“Just gone six.”
I groaned. “Who even gets up this early?”
“You’re probably normally going to bed then.”
He kissed the tip of my nose and I knew he had to be teasing although I pretended to be offended. “In the days of being young, free and single, then yes, it’s highly likely I would have been.”
“And now?”
“Maybe you can persuade me to stay in bed instead.”
“Whatever you say.”
Tris’ hand slipped under the covers, his fingers sneaking into my shorts. I barely gasped as he began stroking my clit, gently at first then increasing the pressure. The rough pads of his fingertips grazed my inner thigh, the sensations between ridged and smooth causing my skin to goose. I wriggled around as he continued to tantalise me, varying the rhythm, before he finally slid a finger inside. His other hand moved to my face and he held my chin, forcing me to gaze into his eyes.
“Look at me, Saff, I want to see your face.”
No-one had ever said those words to me before. Then again, if I thought about it, I’d rarely had sex sober over the past few years. Waking up with someone and being clear-headed during the act was a novelty. The whole thing seemed intensified, like it meant more.
