Page 73 of Knots About You
The second she fell over the edge in a flurry of clenching and crying out, I joined her. Each perfect grip of her cunt sent waves of pleasure flowing through me.
My orgasm was raw and rasping. A spilling of more than just cum.
‘I love you,’ I whispered, my lips scoring the words against the side of her neck. ‘I know it might not be right to say them after this, but I can’t hold them back any more. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, and I bloody love you.’
‘Untie me,’ she whimpered, her body sagging against the wood.
My stomach lurched. She hadn’t said it back.
It was too soon.
Ony a few weeks.
Damn it, Owen.
I untied her while trying to find a balm for my sore heart. When I lifted her down to her feet, she threw her arms aroundmy neck and kissed me with all the fervour of someone who hadn’t just been screwed over a barrel.
‘I love you, too.’
My chest expanded, and you couldn’t have removed my smile with a bloody sledgehammer.
‘Thank god.’
twenty-eight
CLAIRE
The countryside passedin a bumbling green and orange. I hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off my face all day.
The previous night with Owen had been exhilarating, taking me to levels of ecstasy I hadn’t known were available. I’d grown obsessed with him and those damn ropes.
And even better, heloved me.
Not in a way I had to hope and guess he might, but he’d told me. Not once, but repeatedly. When he’s come deep inside me. When he’d carried me in his jumper across the yard to his house. When he’d washed my hair and massaged my shoulders. When we laughed over a silly movie in bed, and again, first thing in the morning.
An older woman smiled from her seat, and I wondered if she could see the joy coming from my pores.
‘Otterleigh Bay,’ The bus driver announced, and I grabbed my shopping bags.
‘Thank you,’ I said with a smile, stepping down to the pavement outside and turning for Rose Cottage.
A woman stood in my way.
Blonde. Pretty.
Becky.
She leant against the low stone wall and fixed me with a smile so sweet it would make birds burst into song.
Ignoring her, I walked past, avoiding eye contact. It didn’t deter her; she just fell into step beside me like we were old friends.
‘Hi, love,’ she said with a saccharine edge. ‘You look tired. Owen’s not keeping you up all night, is he?’
The fucking gall.
‘I’m heading home.’ I hoped the curtness in my words would dissuade her.
They did not.
