by T L Osborn
I smile. “Don’t you listen to your mummy, you just keep cooking and grow nice and strong for Aunty Riley, and when you come out, I’ll spoil you just like I do your brothers.”
“Speaking of the boys, they have an announcement. Do you know where Dad is?”
“The garage.” I walk into the lounge with her and embrace all my nephews.
“Riley, you did make it. How are you?” my mother asks as she walks into the lounge from the dining room.
“I’m great, Mum. Busy with work.”
“Leaving no time for a social life,” she comments. I roll my eyes, she can be such a bitch at times. “Where is your father?”
“In the garage, he said he’d be in shortly.”
She marches out towards the front door and yells for my father to come inside.
“Is everyone ready to know the gender?” Torrie asks excitedly.
“A granddaughter would be a nice addition to the family, Torrie,” my father says.
He said what?
My dad adores his grandkids, especially Anthony, and never has he once expressed a desire for a granddaughter. Maybe this time it’s different.
“I agree, a granddaughter would be perfect and complete your family. Maybe then Riley might find a husband.” My mother glares at me.
I catch a glance between Torrie and Edward and judging by their reaction it’s not good news for my parents.
“I, for one, don’t care just so long as it’s healthy,” I say, trying to make Torrie feel better.
She smiles even though my words bring her little comfort and I know the gender already.
“Boys, reveal the gender,” Torrie says half-heartedly. My nephews open their sweatshirts, revealing t-shirts that have ‘It’s a boy!’ written on them.
My mother gasps, then shakes her head disapprovingly while my father turns to me. “When are you going to find a husband, so you can give your mother the granddaughter she’s always wanted?”
James
Lying in bed with my hand behind my head, I attempt to read through the notes I made on a report during the week, but I can’t concentrate. The only thing I can think about is Riley and what happened last night. I thought things were going well, and then boom! No action. None what-so-ever. Honestly, it’s like I was punched in the face. I thought she was into me by the way she kissed me. I could feel her desperate need to drag me inside. Her hands gripped my shirt for dear life, and I could have sworn she was going to strip me naked on her front step, and fuck me right there.
I toss the report onto the floor, and look down at my now rock-hard cock tenting my sheets. This is my third fucking hard-on in twelve hours, and all for her. Christ, I’d better do something about this. I toss the sheets off and slowly make my way into my bathroom. With a flick of the tap, I turn the shower on and wait for it to heat up.
Once I’m in, I soap up my hand and begin the ritual that is jerking off. I haven’t pulled myself off this much since I was a teenager. I haven’t needed to because I’ve always had a steady stream of pussy to keep my cock happy. The pussy I want more than anything is Riley’s though. She’s like a fucking drug—one that keeps me needing more—yet, she won’t give up the goods. Why? I’m not sure, but I won’t pressure her.
I stroke my cock harder as I close my eyes and envision her from last night. Her hot little body wrapped in that tight dress drove me crazy with wondering what she was wearing beneath it. I know she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were definitely a perfect handful.
Stroking harder, I feel my balls tighten and my cock swelling within my hand. I imagine Riley’s legs straddling my body as she rides me, taking all that she needs as I give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Cum shoots from my cock like a rocket, all over my hand and the shower wall. I lean against the tile, breathing heavily as I allow the water to wash over me. Christ, I need to get laid, maybe even fuck someone else just to get her out of my system; even ask her out again, determined to get laid this time, but I don’t have her number, so I can’t contact her.
What idiot doesn’t get the number of the woman who left him hanging last night? Me, that’s who.
I had hoped she’d call by now, but this one is playing hard to get.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off and wrap a towel around myself. I need a distraction and as I’m walking to my bedroom, my cell phone buzzes. Picking it up off the kitchen bench, I notice Simon has texted me.
Simon: Don’t be late tonight for Mum’s surprise dinner.
Me: I’ll be there, don’t panic.
Simon: Don’t forget her gift either.
Me: I won’t.
I’d rather not go to my mother’s home for dinner, I’d much rather go around to Riley’s place, bang on her door and beg her for another night with the hopes we’ll end up in her bed together.
Fuck! I should’ve tried harder last night.
I slide on a navy shirt and some dark jeans, then my watch. Checking the clock, I realise I have some time before heading to my mother’s. Perhaps, I might take a drive past Riley’s and just see if she’s home. Grabbing my keys, I head downstairs and jump into my car.
Driving past the house I dropped her off at last night, I catch a glimpse of Riley exiting the front door with her small dog, Poppy, on her lead. She begins to run down the road in the opposite direction from me. I’ve become some kind of crazy stalker, waiting for her to call me. I run my hand through my hair as I turn the car around and head to my mother’s; perhaps tonight might become just the distraction I need. My cock however, is begging me to turn around and go back to her; to give him a good time. I turn up the music on my radio to stop the dirty thoughts running through my mind.
Parking my car outside my mother’s home, I enter and find my siblings are all there as well as my Uncle Royce.
“Unca James,” Charlotte squeals as she comes running over to me.
I bend down, sweeping her into my arms. “Hi, munchkin. How are you?”
“I’m great.” She laughs, hugging me.
“Yeah, how was school?” I ask.
“Great, my friend and I had fun.”
“Do you have any boyfriends yet?” I ask as I tickle her.
“No, Unca James.”
I cross the room and take a seat with my family. I place my mother’s gift beneath my chair for later. My uncle slides a drink across the table to me which I push back, not really feeling in the mood for drinking tonight.
“What’s your problem?” my sister asks as she takes the olive from her drink and eats it.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, right. Oh, I know. If you’re having erectile dysfunction, there are pills for it.”
“Shut up!” I snap.
We’re served dinner of roast lamb, potatoes and vegetables. It’s not my favourite meal but it comes close. Simon and I talk business strategies and what’s on the agenda coming up at work over the next week.
My plate is cleared away, and as I turn to look at the server, I see a tight black skirt and a white buttoned blouse which is tightly wrapped around a pair of very nice tits. I glance a little higher to get a look at some long, dark hair.
I’ll be damned—Riley moonlights as a waitress.
Only, when I get up to her face, it’s not Riley; and bitter disappointment washes over me. As the woman picks up the plates and walks away, she blushes bright red, swiftly stepping into the kitchen. Though she’s pretty, she isn’t Riley. She doesn’t make my dick twitch, not in the way Riley does. Fuck, just thinking about her makes my cock throb hard. I’ve got to fix this situation and soon.
“James, did you bring Mum’s gift?” Simon asks, giving me a kick to my shin beneath the table.
“Ouch. Yes, I did.” I pull her gift out from beneath my chair. “Munchkin, take this to Nana,” I say to Charlotte, who gleefully carries the gift to my mother. I pick up my whiskey, deciding I need a distraction. “Happy Birthday, Mum, from your favourite son,” I say, taking a sip of my drink, t
hen winking at Simon.
Our mother opens the gift. “You two shouldn’t have, this is too much.”
“You’re giving me a lift home,” I command Simon.
“I’m sure we have room on the roof of the car.” He chuckles as a gorgeous birthday cake is brought out.
After a few more whiskeys, I’m heading home with Simon, Aria and Charlotte.
It wasn’t long after that, I quickly fell asleep to thoughts of Riley.
Chapter Five
Riley
I turn to stare at my father, my mouth wide open with shock at his words. “Dad–”
He holds up a hand, cutting me off. “Your mother and I aren’t getting any younger and neither are you. You’re going to be thirty soon. It’s time you settled down and have a family.”
I groan.
“Don’t take that tone with your father, Riley. Your photography job and romance writing are not going to support you full time. You need a husband. Besides, once you start a family, you’ll be much too busy to write and work. You’ll be far too occupied taking care of your family.”
“I would hope any man I’d be with would be a partner to me in both life and raising our children. We’d do it together as a team. I will not be picking up after my husband. If he wants a maid, he can hire one because it will not be me.”
My mother snorts. “You have a lot to learn. A man is the head of the house and what he says goes. You’ll learn in time.” I roll my eyes at her. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. Whatever happened to that young man, Dylan, you were dating a year ago? Things seemed to be going well with you two. I even started buying fabric for your wedding dress. You must’ve done something wrong to drive him away.”
I chew the inside of my cheek hard enough that I can taste blood. I’ve never told my parents why Dylan and I broke up. As far as I was concerned, they didn’t need to know then and they don’t need to know now.
“I didn’t do anything, Mother, it just didn’t work out.”
“You must have. He was a nice young man, good job, and he paid for everything for you.”
Yes, and he was also married, with two kids, and a third on the way. Paying for things for me, keeping me as his personal mistress, all while also making me think I was the only girl in his world.
“Actually, Mum, I had a date last night with a new guy. He’s a businessman, a CFO, and has a great sense of humour. In fact, I’m seeing him again this week,” I lie.
My mother looks at me. “Really? Where did you meet him?”
“On the beach. I happened to be taking some photos when I saw him run into a tree.” I don’t tell her I was the reason he ran into it. “Of course, I went over and made sure he was okay.”
“Riley, you don’t need to tell us tall tales. You probably just read one of your romance books and got carried away,” my mother says as we all go into the kitchen.
“I’m not.” I grab my phone and bring up James’ photo, the one I’d taken the day we met. His handsome smile stares back at me.
“You’re blushing, he must be hot.” Torrie peers over my shoulder. “Damn, little sister, he’s smoking.” She flashes the photo to our mother.
“Riley, he’s not wearing any clothing.”
“Mum, he was out for a run,” I reply as I pour myself a glass of wine.
“And you said you’re seeing him again?”
“Yes, we’re going out for dinner. I’m taking things slow with him after what happened with Dylan. I made a mistake getting as close to him as I did, so this guy, I’m taking the time to get to know.”
“I bet he’s a beast between the sheets.” Torrie whispers and winks as she hands my phone back.
“He’s definitely one hell of a kisser,” I fan myself.
“So, you haven’t slept with him?” Torrie whispers, her eyes darting around to see where our mother is.
I shake my head. “I want to, but I don’t want things to move too fast. He’s agreed to be my cover model on book four though.”
“Look at you, mixing business with pleasure.”
“Well, he is the reason I’ve been able to start writing again.”
My mother gets a bottle of beer from the fridge and undoes it before looking at me. “Riley, all this romance writing isn’t good for you. You see these heroes wherever you look. This guy isn’t like one from your books, and neither is marriage. You need to learn about this man and listen to his needs; be there at his beck and call. He needs to be your world.”
“Last night was our first date. Can you give us a chance to have a go at this? He knows I’m a writer and seems fully supportive of it. He even asks questions about it.”
“He was obviously being polite. Darling, men don’t like to be bored. They don’t want to hear about your problems and issues. This week, try to make it about him,” my mother says as she carries my father’s beer to him.
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t listen to her. I say go and be yourself. If he’s as into you, and he bloody well should be, then he’ll love that you’re ambitious, smart, sexy, sassy and you most certainly aren’t interested in him because he’s good looking or has money. You like him for him.”
“Yeah, I do. He’s funny, sweet, tenacious and honest. He didn’t take his eyes off me last night and I felt like a queen.”
“If things get really serious with him, I want to meet him. Hey, are you free tomorrow to come do a maternity shoot for me?” she asks.
“Of course, I am. I was going to ask if you wanted one done later on.” She carries a beer in to Ed while I lean on the kitchen bench.
I can’t believe I lied to my family. I’m not even close to dating James, and I’m not seeing him this week at all.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?
Maybe I can contact him tomorrow and organise the photoshoot under the guise of a date. My family doesn’t need to know the truth. Besides, nothing is going to happen between us, no matter how much I want it to.
James
I’m out for my usual Sunday morning run along Oriental Parade, feet pounding the pavement, my body sweating, and my thoughts are consumed by Riley. I should have grabbed her number while I had the chance, then maybe I could have had her beneath me all weekend.
“Poppy, stop!” is hollered ahead of me as the crowd jumps out of the way while a caramel and white coloured fluffy creature comes running towards me. I crouch down as she leaps and I glance up to see Riley racing towards me. As I stand, I almost topple over since Poppy is wriggling so much within my grasp.
“Wriggly little thing, isn’t she?” I say as I look at Riley.
“I’m just thankful you were here. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
“Does the handsome prince get a kiss for rescuing the precious pooch of his princess?” I ask as Riley blushes and bites her lip. Poppy licks my face covering me in dog slobber, showing me her appreciation. “That wasn’t quite what I meant.” I wipe my face with the back of my hand.
Riley takes a wriggling Poppy from me and places her on the ground before rounding on me. She cups my face within her hands and places a light, soft kiss upon my lips. Temptation overrides as I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her close.
She pulls back. “Was that better?”
I grin. “Definitely.” I slide my hand into hers as we walk down the beach towards Evan’s Bay. “So, how exactly did you lose her in the first place?”
“I bent down to tie my shoelace and she got too excited barking at a bird. I wasn’t watching her and she took off.”
I watch as Poppy sure enough barks at more pigeon’s as we make our way down the road.
“So you want to explain this?” she asks, waving our linked hands at me.
I shrug. “Nothing to explain. It just feels right.”
“Well, as nice as this is, I need to be heading home. I’ve got to get Poppy fed, and then head out to my sister’s place where I’m doing a maternity shoot with her and her family.”
/> “Am I ever going to get a chance to do a photoshoot with you?” I ask her.
“Were you serious about being my cover model?”
“I was.”
“I thought you were trying to be funny.”
I shake my head. “If I was I wouldn’t have given you my card. Is that why you haven’t called me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, how about we arrange it? Say next weekend?” I suggest.
She checks her calendar. “Sure, how does Saturday work? I have a studio we can use to take some photos in, and–”
“Absolutely not. If I’m going to be photographed, I’d rather it was in my own home where I’m comfortable.”
“Fair enough. I, at least, want you comfortable.”
“So, it’s a date?” I ask, throwing her a grin.
“Don’t get your hopes too high, Casanova. This is merely a professional meeting of two people.”
“Right. Over dinner and dessert with wine?”
She smiles. “I can’t possibly work on an empty stomach.”
Can she get any more perfect for me?
“I’ll make something irresistible.” I laugh.
“Okay, I’ll text you during the week with what I’d like you to wear?”
I cock my head to the side. “Do I get to choose what you’ll be wearing?”
“I’m the photographer, you’re the subject.”
“Promise you’ll text me,” I say, twirling her towards me and tilting her head up as Poppy races around us.
“I promise.” I lean down, pressing my lips against hers, enforcing a promise made between us. “I have to go, or I’m going to be late for my sister’s photoshoot.”
I reluctantly let her go and watch as she walks away; that sexy fucking ass swaying as she goes. She throws me a look over her shoulder and blows me a kiss I return. I’m determined she’s going to be naked in my bed next weekend. Until then, I’ll wait for her text messages and flirt with her.
Riley
