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Simon raced over to Mary. “Are you okay?”
She rolled as far away from the Admiral as she could. The thought of him touching her made Mary want to throw up. “Yeah but the door—” It was opening as Sholto ran towards it. The sound of rushing wind sucking back through the door and blinding white light made Mary avert her eyes.
Simon whirled around. “Damn it! He’s going to get away.” They watched as Sholto leapt through the door with Hadrian and Socia following. The door slammed shut and there was nothing but silence.
“Bloody hell, they’re all gone.” She was agog. While Mary had believed Simon about the door she never imagined she would see it in action. “How will they get back?”
Jim swore and dropped his lighter as the flame burnt his finger.
The Doctor walked over to the door and touched it. “Not sure.”
“One thing’s for certain, we can’t blow the door up now.” Simon pulled Mary into his arms and held her tight as they contemplated the closed, red half door.
“I say, when do I get to fuck you?” the Admiral asked.
Simon kicked him in the head. “Never, you piece of shit.” He motioned to the Doctor. “Tie him up.”
“You know, I think my mother would like him.” Mary looked down at the lecherous Admiral. “She’s always liked a man in uniform.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Oh. My. God!” June Dalton screeched as she stared at the couple.
“Great ass!” Clare Dalton exclaimed, her eyes on Simon’s butt.
Mary rolled her eyes and held Simon close to her. Not even the interference from her family was going to stop her enjoying her man. “Do not pull out,” she murmured to him. They had been through a hell of a day and the last thing she wanted was to lose contact with man. She needed Simon tight, close and with her.
“Not even the Dalton gang can scare me enough to do that.” Simon turned his head to the two women. “You know, it’s polite to knock, and in future I’m absolutely going to insist upon it.”
June’s eyes lit up. “Future? You two have a future together?” She clutched at her chest. “You’re getting married?”
“Yes, Mother. And no, Mother, I will not be allowing you any say in the wedding.” That would be disastrous. Besides she just wanted to marry Simon. It didn’t require fanfare. Real, true love never did.
“Well, Mary, you know I just want to help my girls,” June started to say then she whirled around and looked at Clare. “You like his ass? Does that mean you’re going back to men? If so, I know the perfect one for you and—”
“Mother, we’ve had a bloody hard day. Please go away. Clare? Get out,” Mary ordered.
Her sister saluted and grinned. She grabbed her mother’s arm. “Come on mother.”
“But—” June resisted being pulled away.
Clare yanked her out the door and slammed it behind them.
Simon smiled down at Mary. “Now, where were we?” He pulled out and slammed his cock back into her. Mary cried out in pleasure and gripped his ass to hold him close. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
Mary knew. She would never forget. “Can we run away and get married?” She didn’t want to avoid the whole wedding catastrophe.
“Absolutely.”
“Perfect.”
Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.
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