One Night_A Second Chance Romance Page 6

  “In you get,” I said.

  “You know how to sail?”

  “The wind does the work.”

  “As long as I don’t have to stand up.”

  I lifted her into Nipper and then climbed in myself, leaving the Bath chair behind. “Ready?” I asked as I untied the ropes holding Nipper in place.

  “What made you suddenly decide to do this?”

  “I need to think and I thought you might like to come.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  We were out on the water a minute later. I was a bit rusty but soon we were cutting through the waves, heading across to the lights of Doon, the sun just starting to disappear behind the mountains.

  I thought about the meeting at the bank as we sailed. All those contracts signed by my mother, all those investments in a company I’d never heard of, that the bank had never heard of.

  “How did you allow this?” I had asked Seabert.

  “I didn’t allow anything. It was up to her,” he replied.

  “But the money’s just vanished. What the hell is Short Enterprises?”

  “I’ve no idea.”

  “Can you at least try and find out? At least give me someone’s name?”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  I was there for hours while he looked into it, me pacing up and down the floor while he went from one phone call to another. Then the bombshell.

  “I don’t think you’re going to like it, Mr King.”

  “Just tell me.”

  “Sit down first.”

  “Damn it, Seabert, tell me.”

  “Short Enterprises is interested in buying the castle. In fact, I’m led to believe they’ve already made an offer through Mr Dacre of half a million.”

  “So the company my mother invested in now wants to buy the castle from me? What’s going on?”

  He pushed his computer screen towards me. “Read for yourself. This is their brochure. They want to turn it into a live events venue, concerts, campsite, hen nights, stag parties, paintballing around the island.”

  “Why have they got a website when they haven’t bought it yet?”

  He shrugged. “Getting investors onboard? Making advance sales? Who knows.”

  “Did you find a name?”

  “I did but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

  “You’ve already said that. Just tell me.”

  “Angela Granville.”

  My hands gripped the ropes tighter, the boat creaking as we tacked to starboard. Angela. The woman I trusted. The paperwork started to make sense once I knew that. She had persuaded my mother to sign, to invest, to pump money into her business. It was a clever plan in its own cunning way. Let the place run out of money then force her to sell.

  Death had only stalled her, she’d just moved onto me. Make a low offer, knowing I wanted to get back to Italy, then she’d have the place to herself, bought with money she’d sucked in from my mother. The place was only in debt because Mom had invested in a phantom.

  Not only that but to turn the place into some kind of theme park, somehow that made it so much worse.

  “How much would you pay to film at the castle?” I asked Tilly.

  She turned to look at me. “I’m supposed to negotiate but I’m not going to. We can go up to half a million.”

  I thought for a moment. I had a choice. I could take her money and let them film their movie. The debts would be cleared but I’d have to stay and sort out the mess, get rid of Angela, settle into life in Doon.

  Or I could let Angela buy it. That would be less hassle. I could just go back to Italy and forget about the place entirely.

  “What happens if I say no?” I asked.

  “My career is over.”

  “And if I say yes?”

  “Then I’ll be the most in demand location scout in L.A. And I’d kiss you.”

  “How about I make you a deal?”

  “What kind of deal?”

  “I’ll let you shoot your movie here if you agree to spend one night with me. What do you say?”

  She looked at me for a second as if she thought she might have misheard me. “Sorry, what?”

  “I’m too old to beat around the bush. I want a night with you and you want to make your movie.”

  She again fell silent but then a flicker of a smile appeared on her lips. “Screw it, okay let’s do it.”

  “Then we have a deal.”

  She stood, hand outstretched. We shook.

  “Hey,” I said. “You’re standing on your ankle.”

  “So I am.” She looked down, testing it gingerly. “I hadn’t noticed. I was too busy thinking about something else.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Nowhere near as much. I’m guessing the meds he gave me are kicking in.”

  She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling as she smiled.

  I leaned down, my arms wrapping around her, pressing her body to mine as I kissed her soft lips. My tongue nudged into her mouth as the boat suddenly dipped to port.

  “Whoops,” I said, grabbing hold of the nearest rope. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

  “I shouldn’t distract you,” she said, her hand on my thigh as I got us back on course. The jetty was getting near.

  “We’re here,” I replied. “Let’s go get some food before I end up just eating you.”

  “That wouldn’t be so bad,” she replied.

  Hedley welcomed us both as we walked inside, nodding to me and managing a smile for Tilly. “It's a chill night to be out.”

  “Is it?” Tilly replied. “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “Can you do us something decent?” I asked. “Something suitable for an American?”

  “Bacon?” he suggested after rummaging below the counter.

  “That’ll do fine,” Tilly said, taking the seat by the window.

  There were a few other people in the cafe but I ignored them, I only had eyes for Tilly.

  Under the table, I let my hand move to her knee, stroking it softly out of sight, watching as she stared back at me, her cheeks flushing pink.

  My fingers traced a line up her leg as the smell of cooking filled the air. No one was looking our way but she still looked anxious. I couldn’t keep my hand off her. From the moment she’d kissed me on the boat, I needed her, I needed to be inside her.

  The food couldn’t arrive quick enough. I wanted to take her back onto the boat and fuck her but I was patient, letting my hand move higher until it was stroking her inner thigh.

  “Here you go,” Hedley said, dumping two plates in front of us. “Hopefully won’t kill you.”

  I wolfed mine down. Tilly hardly ate a thing. “Not hungry?” I asked.

  “Oh, I am,” she replied. “Just not for this.”

  I felt something between my legs and realised a second later that it was her foot. She’d slipped it out of her shoe and was gently stroking around my thighs. My cock started to throb with desire and I almost threw money on the table to get out of there with her.

  She was giggling as I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the door, heading back down to the jetty. “Hold on,” she said. “I can’t run.”

  I remembered her ankle and turned to see her limping slightly. I slowed, walking beside her as she sighed happily. “It looks beautiful,” she said.

  The sun had set while we were in the cafe and as we sailed back out onto the water, the stars began to twinkle in the sky.

  “I envy you,” she said. “You’ll get to see this every day.”

  “If I stay.”

  “Would it be so bad if you stayed?”

  “Let’s not talk about that now.”

  “What should we talk about?”

  “How about you getting on your knees?”

  “What?”

  I let go of the rope. The wind had slowed and we were slowly drifting towards the middle of the loch.

  “I said get on your knees.”

  “Why?”

  “You teased me
in there. What did you think would happen?”

  “I don’t know.” As she said it, she slipped from her seat, kneeling in front of me, her hand on my thigh. “No idea at all.”

  “Take it out,” I said, nodding downwards.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide. Then she looked down, fumbling for my zip, reaching inside, finding my cock already rock hard. Her touch felt icy cold, cooling the burning heat of my shaft as she pulled it out into the night air. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, still holding it, her fingers tight around its girth.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She did as I asked, sticking her tongue out, her hands still on me.

  I took hold of the back of her head, pulling her onto my length, easing along her tongue, past her soft lips and then into her mouth.

  Her hands remained in place, gently stroking my shaft as she flicked her tongue along my length. She was teasing me as much as in the cafe but I was too turned on to let her do it for long.

  I flicked her hands away impatiently, grabbing her head again and thrusting all the way in, looking down at the beautiful sight of her facefucking my cock. She drove onto it so far she almost choking, gagging on it as I slid back and forth, moving her head, not letting her get away.

  “This is what you get for teasing me,” I said, feeling my shaft twitch in her mouth.

  Her tongue continued to move, her hands teasing my balls gently as I thrust faster and faster, feeling myself getting close. “Oh fuck,” I muttered, slamming home and from nowhere reaching a climax so powerful, I nearly fell over. I held her in place as I came in her mouth, only sliding free when she had squeezed every last drop from me.

  She gasped for breath as I slid my cock away, looking around to see we had drifted too far, Doon island looming in front of us. I took hold of the rope as she stood up, looking at me in a daze. “Did that just happen?” she asked, sitting on her seat once again.

  “Did what just happen?” I replied, my voice innocent as I turned us towards the boat shed.

  “Did you just fuck my face?”

  “I might have done.”

  “Oh good. For a minute I thought I’d dreamed it.”

  I leaned towards her and kissed her. “No dream,” I said quietly. “This is what it means to have one night with me.”

  NINE - TILLY

  He didn’t touch me again until we were inside the castle. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pounced. It was like a dream, one where I was some kind of mature femme fatale instead of the nervous, unsure woman I was. It was as if I had a chance to reinvent myself as part of this deal.

  It was only one night together anyway. Then I’d be flying home and no one need know what had happened between us. One night of letting go, of being free to let his hands wander all over me.

  My body was already heating up. The process had begun on the boat, before we had even reached the mainland. Kissing him had been so intense, like no kiss I’d ever experienced. He was so confident, so aggressive, almost angry. It was like he was furious that we hadn’t kissed sooner, that he hadn’t known my body could do things to him and now he knew, he didn’t want to waste a second.

  I had done things I’d never done before. His hand on my leg under the table in the cafe turned me on far more than I thought possible, making me touch him with my foot in turn, feeling how hard he was, wanting to know what his cock looked like, how big it was.

  Then the boat. Me on my knees, him sliding into my mouth, the way he his cock had jutted towards me, obscenely sticking out from the front of his trousers after he let me find it, bring it out, feel its hard warmth.

  He came in my mouth. If I thought that was the end of the night, I was very much mistaken. The taste of him was still on my tongue when I walked into the castle, my insides tingling, my pussy on fire with unfulfilled need.

  He walked me by hand to the castle, not saying anything. When the door closed, he turned, pushing me up against it, his body crushing mine. I could feel him, he was already hard again. Before I could say anything, his tongue was in my mouth, exploring, stealing my breath, making me want him all the more.

  My hands went around his back as he pulled me towards him, staggering back, still kissing me, slowly taking me upstairs, never letting go of me, not for an instant.

  He used his foot to get my bedroom door open, shoving me inside and slamming it closed after us. “Strip,” he said. “I want you naked and on all fours in thirty seconds or there’ll be hell to pay.”

  The words made me shudder. It was about to happen. My body was desperate for him to be inside me, fill the aching emptiness I felt in my core. I got my clothes off as fast as I could, kneeling down and pushing my ass back at him, trying to feel self-conscious, reminding myself that it didn’t matter, it was only one night. Tomorrow, I could go back to being me again.

  “Head down, ass up,” he said, kneeling behind me.

  I did as he said and waited, doing my best not to hyperventilate.

  “That took thirty-four seconds,” he said. “Bad girl.”

  I heard the smack half a second before I felt it. The sound filled the air and as I tried to work out what it was, the sting moved deep into my ass. “You spanked me,” I said when I was able to speak again. “That hurt.”

  “It was supposed to,” he replied, doing it again before I could say anything else. “Next time move quicker.”

  His hand went between my legs, stroking my thighs as I felt his breath on my ass. He kissed where he’d smacked me, my nerve endings on fire from what he’d done, oversensitive and feeling every single movement of his lips down my ass.

  “On the bed. You have five seconds.”

  I leapt up, climbing onto the bed and turning in time to see him pounce on me. He shoved me down onto my back, grabbing my legs and pushing them wide apart. He knelt a moment later, his head by my pussy, looking up at me. “You look incredible,” he said and before I could reply, his tongue was on me.

  It ran up the length of my pussy, straight over my clit and then down again, nudging inside me as I let out a long moan of relief, the aching need in me finally being tended to.

  I played with my nipples as he began to circle my clit, a finger slipping into me while he nuzzled and teased, expertly playing with me, gradually picking up speed as my hips began to move, grinding up against him.

  I’d never been touched like this, so confidently, so sure of what he was doing. The finger inside me was joined by a second, thrusting faster as his tongue picked up speed.

  I closed my eyes, feeling not seeing what was coming. I knew my climax was getting close, there was nothing I could do to slow things, to take my time. He was racing me towards an orgasm and he kept thrusting and licking until it caught me, taking the air from my lungs, arching my back, taking over my entire body, making me shudder as I groaned and bucked under him. His fingers stayed in me, still thrusting as a second orgasm followed on from the first, making me want to cry, I was so happy.

  He slid from me, clambering onto the bed and stripping out of his clothes as he moved. By the time he lay on top of me, he was naked but he didn’t stop there. He continued to move upwards until he was sitting on my chest, shoving his cock straight into my mouth while I continued to come down from my climax.

  I stared up at him as he fucked my mouth, his hands on my hair, holding me in place, making me gag.

  Finally, he pulled free, leaving me gasping for breath as he moved back down, laying his body on top of mine, staring into my eyes. “Ready?” he asked.

  I nodded eagerly, pushing my hips up towards him. Reaching down, he took hold of his shaft and placed it at the entrance to me.

  With a gentle motion, he was in me, the tip of him just inside, stretching me, easing the emptiness, making me greedy for more.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered, clawing at his ass, trying to pull him further in.

  “I’m in charge,” he replied with a shake of his head. “For one night I make the decisions.”

>   He pulled out, leaving me growling with frustration. Then he was in again, this time a little deeper. I held my breath as he rocked back and forth, easing himself further forwards. Then with a sudden thrust he was buried in me. I felt so filled, stretched by his length as it twitched inside me.

  We ground our hips together, him starting to make little rocking motions in me as over time, he slid back, thrusting in again, driving me wild.

  We rolled over on the bed until I was riding him, impaling myself on his length, his hands on my boobs, tugging at my nipples, pulling me down harder.

  My hand went to my clit, stroking it in quick circles, something I’d never done in front of anyone. I didn’t care that he was watching, I just needed to come again.

  It didn’t take long with his cock deep in me. Another minute and I screamed, “I’m coming,” and drove down onto him, grinding in place, letting it wash over me.

  He turned me onto my front before it had even finished racing through my body. I was on all fours before I knew what was happening and he was slamming into me, driving deep and fast, making me gasp into the pillow as I heard him groan with lust.

  All of a sudden his cock twitched in me and then I felt it, a hot wet spurt deep inside me like no other feeling. I had made him come. My body had been enough to do that to him. He spurted again, the movements of his cock getting smaller as he slowed to a halt, sliding out of me and laying on his side, letting out a long breath.

  I rolled over to face him, my chest heaving, sweat pouring down me. “That was…” I muttered.

  “I know,” he replied. “You’re amazing.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself. That was so good.”

  He kissed my hand then let his fingers entwine with mine as we lay there together. I don’t know how long we lay like that but when I woke up, I was alone. At some point, he’d left me alone in the bedroom.

  I sat up. It was morning, the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains. I went over and pulled them open, my body reminding me what had happened. It would continue to remind me all day.

  I could see him out there. He was walking towards the loch with a towel over his shoulders. He was only wearing a pair of swimming shorts and my body tingled at the sight. I wanted him again.