Page 69 of Knots About You
‘Well, I’m afraid I saw him first.’ I said. ‘We might end up with an Arthur of our own one day. Should we start clearing the basement for Mum and Dad?’
Claire choked on her mouthful. ‘We?’
‘Mmm. I’ve decided I’m keeping you, Miss Braxton.’ I said, stealing the bow away and kissing her when she reached for it.
‘Oh really? And what will you do with me?’
‘Awful, terrible, glorious things.’ I kissed along her jaw.
‘Oh, tell me more…’
‘Patience, you. We have the whole night ahead of us.’
‘What’s wrong, old man? Can’t keep up?’ Claire’s voice grew teasing, and I fought the urge to pin her right there on the sofa.
‘I’m only six years older than you. We’re both in our thirties, you cheeky mare.’
Our attention drifted back to the TV for a few moments before I threaded my fingers into hers.
‘I mean it, though. I know you have this whole life back in London, but I’d love you to stay here a bit longer if you can.’
Claire dragged a finger over my forearm and blinked up at me. ‘I can probably swing a few months’ rent if I get a good deal on Rose Cottage, and I guess it might be quite picturesque spending Christmas here.’
‘In Otterleigh Bay?’ I asked.
‘In your arms.’ Claire’s words made me grin like the Cheshire Cat. ‘Plus, I’m currently unemployed, so I probably can’t afford bread in London anymore.’
I caught a stray strand of red and twirled it around my finger. The silkiness of her hair always soothed me. ‘I don’t mind helping strays, you know… I can feed you, and give you water, and you can curl up at the bottom of my bed while I sleep.’
‘Unbelievable,’ she laughed, shoving me with her knee.
‘I can tie you to the headboard if you prefer?’ Her cheeks pinked.
She tucked her toes under my thigh for warmth, and I welcomed the chance to be her personal hot water bottle. On-screen, Doug created chaos while Carrie huffed about it.
‘You’re relaxed,’ she said quietly. ‘Like properly relaxed. No frown lines or anything.’
‘Turns out the secret was crisps and a hot little redhead.’
‘Don’t forget the prosecco. That always helps.’
We negotiated the remote, and Claire switched over to Friends, her own comfort watch. It became quickly apparent thatshewas my comfort watch. The freckles that dusted her nose. The way she crinkled her nose. The tilt of her chin right before she laughed.
‘You’re still in your kilt,’ she said, eyeing my bare knees. ‘And you haven’t fucked me while wearing your kilt.’
‘Mmm. Would you like me to?’
‘I would.’ Claire traced her fingers underneath the heavy tweed until she found my cock, slowly working it until it engorged for her. It didn’t take long.
‘You know,’ she said, eyeing me like a fox eyes a henhouse, ‘I bet I could outrun you in your kilt, with a boner.’
‘No way.’
‘I’m smaller and that means faster.’
‘And I’m heavier and meaner.’ I let out a moan as she flexed her wrist, stroking me until I wanted to burst. The idea of chasing her was delicious.
‘You’re all talk, Harris.’ She ran her finger around the swollen tip of my cock, like she’d already planned my ruin. ‘Bet I can outrun you for twenty minutes.’
