“Oh, honey,” Cormack groaned as he pushed further inside her inch by inch until his balls rested against her butt.
The pressure of the vibrator and his cock was amazing. It was a fullness Drusilla had never imagined before. Yes, she had dreamed it but her dreams had been sepia compared to this full Technicolor experience. “Cormack?”
“You’re going to ask me to go faster aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Drusilla wanted the pounding beat of her heart to match the thrust of his cock.
“As you wish it.”
Drusilla gasped at his change of pace as he pounded her ass. This was so different from any sex she had experienced before. She wanted more and harder. She had never felt more alive in her life. When his hands touched her clit it was almost as though an instant chain reaction happened, her knees shook, her back arched and she pushed back for more. “Oh my,” Drusilla panted as she tried to keep up with the rhythm. But the beat was so wild it was beyond her. Not that it mattered. The only thing she cared about was being with Cormack. As the orgasm tore through her and he kissed her shoulders, Drusilla thanked god for her lousy pet-keeping skills. Sorry Arthur, mark one, but rest in peace knowing you gave me joy.
Chapter Five
“What about Arthur?” Cormack’s arms tightened around Drusilla. He never wanted to let her go. Nothing meant as much to him at this moment as being with her. His job? What job? Nothing existed but them and if he had his way it would always be like that.
“Arthur?” Drusilla murmured in lazy contentment. They had enjoyed a long, hot shower together and neither was inclined to move from where they were.
“You know, the fish.” Cormack was pleased he had made her forget about everything other than him and her and what was happening between them.
“Oh, right him.”
“Or her.” Cormack had no idea. He had only just purchased the fish tank because of her. He’d had it for a day and yet the aquarium relaxed him as Drusilla did but in a different way. His column was all but forgotten—or would have been if his editor did not keep emailing him to ask where it was. The thing that amused him was Drusilla had no idea who he was. That was refreshing. They could be together without any preconceived ideas. Set in Stone, his column, tended to make women hate him or want to bed him. That Drusilla was oblivious to his fame or infamy meant she wanted him just for her. Cormack wanted to ask if she read the newspaper but he knew that would look a little obvious and he suspected Drusilla would want to know why. She was the sort of woman who wanted answers. Cormack planned to tell her eventually what he did and who he was but that was after she was as in love with him as he was with her.
“Yeah—you haven’t even checked Arthur out to see if he’s all right.”
Drusilla snuggled into close to his body. “I trust you.”
Those three words meant everything to him and yet how would she feel if she knew the truth? “You do?”
She turned in his arms to look at him. “Yeah I do and I’m not sure why.”
Cormack brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. Drusilla was lovely. He wanted to give her everything he had and more. So this is love? I like it. “You know.”
“Maybe.” Her expression was unsure and evasive. “I should go look at Arthur and your aquarium. Why do you collect fish anyway?”
Because of you. He would collect thimbles or spoons if it meant keeping Drusilla in his life. “Have you worked out real men can have goldfish and still be manly?”
“You pissed me off when I first met you so naturally I took a blow at your inflated testosterone levels.”
Cormack chuckled. He liked this about Drusilla. There was no pretense. If she thought he was an idiot he knew she would tell him. “All because I stood in the way of something you wanted.” Damn, I am glad I did. What if we had never met?
“Yes.”
“Your niece means a lot to you, doesn’t she?” That was sweet. It showed a side to Drusilla that he doubted many people saw. Not many men would have pursued her after the pet store but Cormack knew front when he saw it.
“My niece can whine in the highest pitch I have ever heard, when thwarted.”
“Could be that she follows her aunt in that.”
Drusilla pushed back from him. “I don’t whine.”
“You scream though.” It was the most delightful and primal sound a man could hear—a woman truly enjoying his cock as he made her come.
“Only because you made me.”
That he had this effect on her made Cormack smile. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy. There was something about love that made Cormack feel that all things were possible. “Wanna see Arthur?” He sat up and pulled at her arm.
“Can he come to us?” The look Drusilla have him indicated she wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.
She looked good in his bed. “Comfortable?” That Drusilla felt safe with Cormack was also important. Sex was one thing but intimacy—the small things, like just being together—was another.
“Uh-huh.”
“Too bad.” Cormack grabbed her around the waist and urged her up. He had this weird need to prove to her that Arthur existed, that there was more to this than just him going targeting a suburban pet store seeking women to write about. Eventually he would tell Drusilla about that. But for now, Cormack wanted to make sure she only thought good things of him. He half carried and half dragged the woman to his office.
Drusilla was agog at the professional room that she found herself in. “Wow, this is big.”
“Everything about me is, honey.” Cormack rubbed his cock against her naked ass.
“Yeah, whatever,” Drusilla murmured in cynical amusement. She moved over to the aquarium in search of Arthur. “I can’t see him.”
Cormack stood beside her. They were both naked in his place of work and searching for a wonky-eyed fish yet it seemed more natural than any business attire. “There he is.” His finger trailed the darting fish. Cormack had no idea what half the fish were called. He had just bought them on the advice of the pet store. The one that mattered most was Arthur.
“He’s a weird little thing,” Drusilla mused. “He doesn’t fit in with the others.”
“Ah but sometimes the most interesting things and people don’t. They are exceptional by their individuality.”
As was Cormack. Drusilla had made a judgment on him when she first met him that was wrong. He was not the superficial blond guy looking to score the perfect woman. He was sweet and caring and the man she loved. However, for the moment she decided it was better she kept that to herself. Drusilla had no idea of Cormack’s feelings and she wasn’t about to push anyone into something they did not want.
“Okay—give me the fish.”
Cormack arched his brow at her command. “Or what?”
“Or no more me.”
“I can live with that.”
His erection indicated that was unlikely. “Can you now?” Drusilla looked pointedly at his cock.
“I am a master of control.”
He sounded pretty sure of himself and that made Drusilla want to test that surety. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“So if I dropped to my knees right now and licked the tip of your cock you would feel nothing.” Being with Cormack gave her a confidence in her sexuality that she never dreamed possible.
“Correct.”
“Excellent.” Drusilla did as she promised, her knees padded by the soft carpet.
Cormack smiled down at her. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“Nope.” Drusilla didn’t have a clue but that wasn’t going to stop her. “You’ll be begging me to allow you inside once I am finished.”
“I’m not sure I have condoms down here.”
The panicked look on his face amused Drusilla. “Oh well too bad for you then.” She leaned forward. Starting at the tip of his cock, she licked down the shaft. Cormack’s hoarse groan was her reward. “Still in control, master?” Drusilla did the same th
ing again.
“Dru, honey—”
“What?” she asked with a grin as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. It was not what she expected. It was not just about pleasuring the man—it was the power the woman had over him. Drusilla grabbed Cormack’s thighs and sucked harder.
“Bloody hell.” Cormack’s voice was strained as his fingers threaded though her hair. “Okay I admit it. When it comes to you I have no I control.”
His cock popped out of her mouth. “I know.” Once more she sucked it in, swirling her tongue around the tip. Drusilla wanted to drive him to the point of no return as he had done to her many times.
“Honey—you have to stop.” Cormack pushed her head away.
“Why?” Drusilla licked her lips as she looked up at him.
“I’m going to explode.” He moved straight to his desk pulling open the drawers in rapid succession. “Damn, no condoms.”
Drusilla knew he was not going to make it upstairs in time to find one. “Poor boy. Do you want me to relieve some of the tension?” She stood up and pushed Cormack back so he was sitting on the edge of the desk. Her hands curled around his cock and started a slow pumping movement up and down the shaft.
“You are going to drive me mad.”
“That’s my fiendish plan.” She had never given a man a hand job before. Wayne had thought it was “unnatural”. But Cormack was no Wayne and he was willing to let her do whatever she wanted, whereas Wayne had no imagination past quick, missionary sex. Drusilla had found a freedom with Cormack she’d never known she could have. It was liberating and playing with a sexy male body was the best fun she’d ever had.
“This is going to get messy.” Cormack’s voice was as stiff as his cock.
“I can deal with messy.” Drusilla’s hands were gentle yet firm as she increased her pace, her eyes never leaving his. She wanted to see everything he was feeling. “Besides it gives me another excuse for a long, hot, soapy shower with you.” Drusilla winked at Cormack. Oh, the plans I have for you.
“I love you.”
The words hung there in the air for what seemed like the longest moment. At first Drusilla had no idea what to say. She just savored the idea that Cormack loved her. It was thrilling. It was everything Drusilla longed to hear. “Tell me again when I don’t have your cock in my hand.” I need to believe this is more than just sex.
Cormack took her face in his hands. “I never say things I don’t mean.”
“Me neither.” What was the point of lying? The sincerity in his green eyes made her blink. Lord, this is going to get even messier. “That’s easy to say when you’re going to come.”
“So?”
“What?” Drusilla knew what he wanted and she could have easily said, “I love you” but she had said it once before and had been disappointed. The next time she said it she wanted to mean it forever.
“You are a perverse woman.”
“Careful—I have the crown jewels in my hand.” Drusilla could feel him starting to come. It was similar to when he was inside her, but not. This was more like holding a hard, wriggling puppy who wanted to be free. She smiled at the thought.
“What?”
“Thinking of puppy dogs.”
“At a time like this—oh god.” Cormack came in a gush of thick, milky white liquid that covered her hands and splashed her breasts.
“Funny how people become all religious in moment like this,” She kept working his cock until the spasms slowly subsided.
“I worship you, honey.” His words were choked as his body jerked to a shuddering halt.
“I’ll remember that when I need charitable contributions.”
“Smart ass.” Cormack leaned in and kissed her. “But what about you?”
Drusilla licked her lips in thought. She needed a shower but first—“Well speaking of asses there is one thing I want to do. Turn around and stick out your ass.”
“Um…”
“Just do it.” Bloody hell, I would if he asked me. Mmm…
“Okay,” Cormack murmured, unsure but happy to oblige her.
Drusilla leant down and grabbed one lean ass cheek. Her mouth descended on it, her teeth lightly grazing the taut skin. “Yum.”
Cormack jumped. “Jeez, Dru!”
“I love your ass.” She gave it one hard slap and stood upright. Drusilla smiled. She had shocked him. Excellent.
“And I have loved you from the moment we met.”
The warmth of his words spread throughout her body. “Me too.”
“You love me?” Cormack pulled her close.
“Yeah, it kind of snuck up on me.”
Cormack caressed her face. “Thank you Arthur.”
Chapter Six
“That’s not Arthur.”
Well crap. “Sure it is.” Drusilla held the round bowl up high enough so that only a flash of the darting goldfish could be seen. How the hell could her niece have seen the difference at such a distance? The warm, glowing feeling she had from being with Cormack was gone as she tried to deal with the realization that her niece had seen through her half-assed plan.
“No, it’s not.” The ten-year-old was adamant.
Bugger. “Are you saying I am lying?” There was something discomforting about an innocent child seeing through a fib.
“You killed Arthur didn’t you, Auntie Dru?”
Damn. “Well the thing is…” What was the thing? Drusilla knew she didn’t have a leg to stand on. I murdered a goldfish. She sighed and placed the bowl, waster sloshing, on her sister’s dining room table. The Arthur look-alike’s gaze was on hers, making Drusilla feel even worse. Condemnation by a fish. Was there anything more damning than that? She turned away from the stony-faced fish to her sweet-faced niece. “I didn’t mean to kill Arthur—it just sort of happened.” Drusilla felt like she was ten years old and Hayley was the adult. “I’m sorry. I thought if I got you another fish like Arthur you wouldn’t notice. I am a complete failure as an aunt.”
“You’re not a failure, Auntie Dru, you’re just a bad liar.” Hayley leaned in to look at the substitute fish. “He’s nice but he’s not Arthur.”
Drusilla sighed. “Cormack said you would know the difference.”
“Cormack?”
“Just a guy I know and don’t tell your mother or I will never hear the end of why I’m not married yet.” Her sister Cecile often lectured Drusilla on her attitude and how it was unbecoming when it came to the pursuit of a husband. Drusilla’s argument was if she had to pursue a man and not the other way around, then she didn’t want him. Drusilla wanted a strong, sexy and confident man—not one who had to be dragged to the altar. Not that I’m getting married. That was a big no.
“Cormack Flint?” Hayley looked at her with interest.
“What, are you psychic as well?” Cormack was an unusual name. It was not one heard often. Where would her niece have come across his name?
“Cormack Flint is from Set in Stone.”
“Huh?”
“The newspaper column.”
“So?” Was this supposed to mean something to her? Drusilla rarely had time to scan the paper and the pontificating views of columnists did not appeal to her.
“Jeez, Auntie Dru, don’t you ever read the newspaper?”
“I watch the television news. Do you?” Drusilla was not surprised when Hayley nodded. “You’re ten.” Ten going on forty that is. Drusilla sometimes forgot that when she dealt with her four-foot niece.
“So?”
Yeah, so what. Drusilla had to give her that. Age was irrelevant. The kid was smart. “What is Set in Stone?” How was Cormack connected to it?
“It’s a newspaper column that is written about everyday people. Mum won’t let me read it.”
“But you do.” That wasn’t rocket science. This kid could run rings around her and her mother and probably most of the world leaders.
“Yeah.” Hayley looked pleased at herself.
“Amazing, Grace.”
“He’s a reporter.”
Drusilla was having a hard time reconciling how a ten-year-old knew so much about life when she herself still was floundering around. “Who’s a reporter?”
“Cormack Flint.”
“My Cormack?” Was he hers? Well, yes, sort of. Anyway how was that possible if it seemed like she knew nothing about him? Drusilla watched as Hayley stretched over and picked up the latest newspaper. She flicked through the pages until she came across the column in question and then handed it to her aunt. Drusilla’s eyes narrowed in anger. “Bastard,” she swore softly, her hands screwing up the pages as her eyes went from the black-and-white picture of Cormack to the heading underneath.
Seven ways to meet real women. Number one—go out to the suburbs and trawl the small out-of-the-way shops like markets, florists and pet stores. Great beauty is to be found in the suburbs and these lovelies are less pretentious than their city counterparts. Do not limit your horizons when it comes to finding a lady. It may take several attempts but it will be worth the pursuit.
Drusilla felt sick to her stomach. Cormack had used her for a newspaper article? She was one of the women from the suburbs. And he had found her in a pet store. This was no coincidence and it posed the question of how many more suburban women was he screwing around with? “To think I—”
“What, Auntie Dru?”
“Nothing.” What Drusilla was thinking was not something she could tell her niece. Damn. “Why didn’t he tell me?” She had fallen for him hook, line and sinker.
“Didn’t you ask what he did?”
“Sorta.” Drusilla saw the look her niece gave her. “I had other things on my mind.” Like having sex without thinking about who I was having sex with. Had she been so dazzled by his unexpected flattery and charms that it had overcome her common sense? “Anyway, I’ve got to go.” Where, she wasn’t sure. But hunting Cormack down and demanding answers was high on her list. Drusilla hesitated. As pissed as she was she didn’t want Cormack thinking he had affected her in any way. It was just sex after all. Still, the man needed to be taught a lesson.
“Auntie Dru?”
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