by S M Mala
In a split second she looked up and realised it was Finlay.
‘Jesus!’ he said, grabbing her so she wouldn’t fall over. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Yes,’ she said, holding onto her hand as she steadied herself on her feet.
‘I need to talk to you Sylvie, it’s really important.’
Trying to grasp the situation, she looked at him and something just melted in her chest as she realised he seemed tired and wondered if he’d been up all night having sex with someone in the hotel room, that’s why he was there.
‘Is everything okay?’ she asked, trying to recover from being winded. ‘Jesus Finlay, this is the second time you’ve smacked into me. There isn’t a problem, is there?’
‘There is and-.’ Finlay looked at her hand. ‘What happened?’
‘I had an accident.’
‘When?’
‘Last night.’
‘With him?’ he asked with a stony expression.
‘I was clumsy and dropped a glass then tried to pick up a broken piece. Hence the cut but it’s cosmetic.’
‘Just come with me.’
Finlay grabbed her undamaged hand and walked quickly down the road before crossing over and going towards the green. Sylvie was trying hard to keep up to speed with him as he stood by an empty bench.
‘Please can you sit?’ he asked as she slowly sat down.
She couldn’t speak and wondered what he was going to say to hurt her today as she was feeling vulnerable, knowing when she got back from her date and went to bed, she’d cried her eyes out missing Finlay.
‘Let rip,’ she quietly said and braved herself for the onslaught.
‘I’m so sorry for putting you through all this. I’ve said and done some pretty terrible things but I wasn’t thinking. I was looking at the negatives not the positives. That’s me I guess.’ Finlay sat looking straight ahead. ‘My life is so not perfect, as you know, and my marriage is causing me a lot of pain and confusion. If I was in the right frame of mind, I would never have started anything with you. It was going to be complicated from the outset.’
‘I know,’ she said, hearing his beautiful silky voice and closing her eyes for a moment. ‘At least you’re true to yourself and that’s a good thing.’
‘No it’s not,’ he quietly replied. ‘Sylvie, please look at me.’ She opened her eyes and stared at his face. He seemed upset. ‘I think I care about you more than I want to admit, will admit. I was taking a few things for granted and I’m such a prick.’
‘Yes, that’s true,’ she replied as he half smiled.
‘Good to see you know how to make me feel good.’
‘As opposed to you knowing how to make me feel bad,’ she quietly said, as he grabbed her cut hand and she flinched.
‘Shit sorry!’
‘It’s okay,’ she said and felt the throb.
‘Sylvie,’ he said, staring at her and she noticed his eyes began to fill with tears. ‘I’m no good at things like this and this is the worse time in my life, do you understand?’ She nodded seeing his pain and feeling her own. ‘You must know how I really feel about you, deep down you know it’s more than sex, you know there’s something but I can’t promise you anything because it’s all such a mess.’
Finlay started to cry and she blinked back her tears as she touched his face.
‘I’m here for you,’ she said, gently moving closer and putting her arm around his shoulders. ‘I understand I really do. It’s not your fault and-.’
Then he looked straight at her and something gave way, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breath as he kissed her and she knew straight away she had fallen deeply in love with Finlay Chambers.
He got lost in the kiss and held her so tightly in his arms, which was pretty hard as they were both dressed in layers. When he eventually pulled away she just seemed confused and closed her eyes. Finlay tried to control what was lashing through his body, a confusion of love and lust.
‘I think about you too much and I’ve really missed you over the past few weeks,’ he said, touching her smooth face. ‘And not just for the sex, even though it has been amazing. I like your company and I feel safe with you. I can be me, though sometimes that’s not too good as I upset you. I don’t mean to but I say it how it is.’
‘I know.’ Sylvie opened her eyes and let out a long sigh. ‘Painful but true.’
‘Let’s start again, me and you,’ he said, kissing her cold cheeks. ‘I’ll take you out to dinner and lunch, I’ll do it properly. We can see where it takes us and…’
‘Tell me if I’m wrong but the last first time you saw Andy Simmonds we ended up going to the hotel room and you pounced on me. Is all this because you think I really like him?’ she asked and he knew she’d caught on. ‘Would it help if I said I like him but not in the same way as you think?’
‘I didn’t sleep last night because I was worried sick I might have forced you with him,’ he said, in all honesty, and watched her start to smile before laughing. ‘What’s so funny?’ Finlay pushed her back a little. ‘What happened last night and how did you cut your hand?’
‘Well he wasn’t wielding a steak knife with the intention of cutting my clothes off!’ Sylvie laughed out which made him smile as he’d missed hearing her chuckle. ‘He took me by surprise, very much as you’ve just done.’
‘How?’ He knew he sounded over protective as she shook her head.
‘I was talking and he kissed me, just a long peck and-.’
‘What’s a long peck?’
‘You know what a long peck is so don’t question anything as last night, when I went out, I thought you didn’t give a flying fuck especially since I’ve seen photos of you kissing other younger women… with tongues!’ Sylvie said sharply as he felt the stab of her comment. ‘And as I was saying, he said to come to him when I was ready, which I think he means to have a relationship or sex or both. I don’t know but I managed to smash the glass and cut my hand.’
Finlay released her and sat back on the bench thinking hard about what he’d heard and didn’t feel happy.
‘I was told to tell you how I felt,’ he said calmly. ‘Not the negatives but the positives.’
Finlay sat there in silence for a moment not knowing what to think about Andy trying to snog her.
‘Can’t think of any? My mother has that same problem. Who told you to?’ she asked and grabbed his hand with her good one before kissing it as he glanced at her.
‘You know the things I’ve said and no doubt you have a list in your head,’ Finlay said, as he shot her a sideways glance seeing her try not to smile. ‘I thought I’d have a family before I reached forty and it’s all going terribly wrong.’
‘You can still have a family if you give it some time. Listen, you’re liable to meet someone and fall in love again so I don’t know why you’re so het up about it. I had Daisy when I was forty and I’d have had more, if a few things hadn’t gone wrong, so age isn’t an issue.’ She turned to look at him. ‘Obviously you couldn’t have a baby with me as I can’t sprog them out any more but I’ll more than understand if you meet someone and they’re the right person.’
‘Dump you when I find someone else?’ he asked, seeing her grin then nod. ‘You’d let me go?’
‘I’ve learnt from my mistakes that’s the better option, to let something you care about go,’ she said and he couldn’t fathom her expression. ‘Anyway, you currently have a wife and who knows what you picked up over New Year’s.’
Finlay turned to look at her as she smiled.
‘You have very sweet freckles on your face. I think you’ll have ginger kids,’ Sylvie laughed. ‘I’ve noticed ginger pubes down there.’
‘Funny,’ he said and leaned forward. ‘Kiss me.’
Sylvie moved closer and their lips locked before he wanted to hold her close. Then her mouth opened as he let his tongue slip through and he was lost in her for a long time.
‘See I tell you it them!’ he heard Samina say from behind as Syl
vie immediately pulled away and he saw the horror on her face.
Finlay turned to see Samina with his aunt looking at them from behind the park bench, both clapping with their gloves on. Sylvie jumped to her feet and her mouth was gaping open from shock.
‘We came to check that everything was alright,’ Rosalind said before sitting down on the same bench as Samina joined her. ‘So you found her?’
‘Finlay?’ Sylvie said, looking at him for an explanation.
‘He think that Andy use his big dildo up your bottom and you not want Finlay small one anymore. I say that Andy put his hand up your skirt. Did he? Say yes as I make ten pounds,’ Samina said as Rosalind started to laugh. Sylvie stared at the two women then back at him. ‘You bad girl Sylvie, upset Finlay. He be sad for weeks and you not care!’
‘Finlay!’ Sylvie snapped and he looked at the troublesome twosome before thinking of something to say.
‘My dear don’t look so upset, we won’t say a word. I’m new and you can sack me. Samina told me when I started that something was wrong with you two and I expected he fancied the arse off you when I came in on Tuesday,’ said Rosalind with a shrug. ‘He’s my only blood nephew and I love him to pieces. Have some fun together and see where it takes you.’
‘It’s not going anywhere,’ Sylvie said, as he gulped. ‘That’s what has been agreed and Samina really don’t say anything to anyone about what you’ve just seen.’
‘I not say he put tongue in your mouth and you put your tongue in his and you both have sex. I not say that at all!’ she replied with a shrug. ‘You have good sex or do you want me to give advice on how to make it better?’
‘Stop it!’ Finlay said, standing up and seeing Sylvie glare at the pair of them before looking like she was going to cry. ‘Can’t you see she’s upset?’
‘Not me!’ sniffed Samina before smiling. ‘When you going to have sex?’
‘Samina, leave the poor thing alone, can’t you see she’s in shock?’ Rosalind said gently. ‘We won’t say anything, I promise. I just want Finlay to be happy and he can be with you, I really think so but it’s not going to be easy.’
‘You give me money Finlay and lips are peeled,’ whispered Samina who then winked at him.
‘I think forget about the past and move forward starting from today. Finlay!’ She stood up and dragged Samina with her. ‘Divorce your bitch wife. I bet she’s been swindling money from the company left right and centre. Be nice to Sylvie.’
Finlay looked at all the three women, all small in stature but three of the most powerful women he’d met, not including his mother. He smiled as Samina moved closer and put something large in his pocket.
‘Condom. Get free. Use and tell me when you need toy. Have prong stroke one for g-spot. I use it and give me very much organic,’ she said and looked up at him. ‘You be nice to Sylvie and she be nice to you.’
‘I intend to be amazing to her,’ he said. ‘As soon as we get the chance.’
Forty one
Sylvie pressed the buzzer, as he instructed on the text, then waited nervously on the doorstep.
‘Come on up,’ he said, through the intercom. The door was unlocked as she walked up the stairs and saw him standing at the top of the landing, wearing t-shirt, jeans and barefoot.
She sighed for a moment before smiling.
‘Hello,’ she replied, reaching to the top as he grabbed both her hands and walked backwards into the flat as Sylvie looked up at him.
‘Have you eaten?’
‘Yes.’
‘Your hands are cold,’ he said quietly as she nodded and he stopped in the corridor.
Finlay let go and started to unbutton her coat as she took off her hat. He pushed off all her outer garments until she was standing in a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans. Then he pulled her hair out of her clip and trailed it over her shoulders.
‘Would you like some tea?’ he asked, smiling gently at her. ‘You know it’s been eighteen days since we last slept together and it feels like the first time.’
Sylvie grinned for a moment before touching his hand and looking down at his perfect toes.
‘Can I use your bathroom?’ she asked, as he led her to the one she remembered using and took a moment to compose and douche herself.
She knew what happened now would change many things and was aware that the next few hours were very important on many levels. Sylvie examined herself in the mirror and hoped he was being sincere. Now Samina and his aunt, who she knew so little about, were part of the secret.
Sylvie wasn’t sure if it was good or bad.
Opening the bathroom door, she walked to the bedroom to find he’d drawn the curtains and was sitting on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. He looked up and smiled.
‘Hey,’ she laughed. ‘Old woman entering the room! Just make sure you don’t crack her hip.’
He got up and walked past her, closing the door as she felt his body heat behind her. She closed her eyes as he slipped his arm around her waist, then pulled her hair back to kiss her neck. Gently his lips traced her skin and she’d missed him so much, she wanted to say but stopped. Finlay started to unbutton her jeans then he moved one hand under her top as she gasped when she felt his hand on her breast, stroking the material of her bra and his other hand slip down towards her knickers.
‘Oh,’ she heard him say and turned to see him smile. ‘You’re so smooth.’
‘Take off your clothes.’
‘And to the point.’
Sylvie turned around and pulled off his t-shirt then quickly undid his fly, pushing his jeans down realising he didn’t have any underwear on. All the time Finlay was looking at her and she knocked it out of her head that there were photos of his beautiful wife somewhere in the flat.
Then she took off her top, her boots and jeans before going under the covers with her underwear on. He followed and started kissing her neck before catching her mouth with his, his tongue over taking hers as his hands moved up and down her body.
‘I want to make you come,’ he said as she knew it wasn’t going to be that hard.
He took off her bra then she took off her own knickers, still keeping her little socks on as he started kissing her breasts, his hand squeezed one while his right hand headed between her legs.
‘Tell me what you want me to do to turn you on?’ he asked as she gulped.
‘What you’re doing now is wonderful,’ she sighed as he groaned and she felt his fingers start to massage her clit and rub her lips.
Round and round and up and down he went then suddenly he’d stick his finger in deeply as she groaned.
‘Let me suck you,’ she gasped. ‘I want you in my mouth.’
His hips headed towards her head as she put his hard cock into her mouth, tasting a little bit of semen before sucking and licking him. She wanted to come with him in her mouth as he started to rub faster and she felt his tongue joining in, before he put in his middle finger and stroked her so gently, pulling at her until her hips were moving against his face and fingers, her mouth full of his glorious dick as she felt her orgasm pulsate through her and she moaned very loudly.
His head moved up, leaving wet kisses all over her body as he turned and pulled down the duvet, spread her legs, pulling back her swollen lips and started to fuck her hard. He wiped his mouth on the pillow then kissed her so she could taste herself on his lips, her sweet sour juices as he pushed her thighs back and was thrusting at her so quickly, her breasts were bobbing up and down so fast as she tried to grind onto his dick. Then she caught his eye as he gasped and then came, all the time looking at her before closing his eyes. His body shaking and his deep throaty groan the only sound in the room.
Still she moved into his hips and touched his face.
No smile from him, just a look.
She knew that look so well and he didn’t have to say a thing as she was aware what was going through his head at that moment was the same thing going through hers.
Fifteen minutes later, they
were lying in bed with their arms wrapped around each other and hadn’t said a word. Sylvie didn’t want to speak as she smelt the sweet scent of their sex intertwined and a faint whiff of sweat. She ran her lips across his smooth chest and stuck her tongue out to taste his skin.
‘That tickles,’ he giggled as she smiled. ‘What a mess.’
‘Let’s not think.’
‘I can’t stop thinking about you, even now you’re in my bed, I’m still thinking about you.’
‘You know I have to leave after lunch,’ she said quietly, not wanting to break their newly healed little bubble. ‘There’s a train at two and I’ll get home in time to pick up Daisy.’
His hand touched her neck before pushing back her hair as Finlay moved down the bed so they became eye level, his body pressing hard against hers as his hand stroked her backside.
‘Don’t let me say it,’ he whispered and she felt his breath against her face. ‘And you can’t say it to me, ever. If you do then it’ll just get confusing.’
‘I won’t,’ she said, knowing what he was talking about.
‘I’m not going to tell you how I feel, even if I want to, I won’t tell you. I just have to be honest, in my brutal way,’ he said gently as she kissed his lips and closed her eyes. ‘But you know how I feel, don’t you? You must know it, I know you know.’
‘I know,’ Sylvie said, opening her eyes and looking into his clear green ones. ‘I want it to be me and you for now… and the two ladies. More people know the more likely it’s going to get back to your mother and wife.’ She noticed the look of annoyance and anger. ‘Juliette can come back at you on this, you know. Anyway, are you closer to finding out how comes she’s losing money if the sales are going up?
‘I’ve just been distracted with other old things.’
‘Yes, I’m older than you and yes, we’ll never be in the same decade but when you’re my age, you won’t look as good as me, I guarantee that for a fact,’ she said smugly as he turned her on her back and went on top before grinning. ‘I’m not going to tell you how I feel about you. I’ll try hard to keep my promise.’
