Page 76 of Butterfly
She yawns. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”
Her creamy swells are too tempting, even with an empty stomach. I brush their top with my fingers, and a new ache swirls in my lower abdomen. She sucks in a breath that causes the quilt to slip down another inch, and my cock twitches. Right. I must take care of her first. She left after breakfast and skipped lunch and dinner. She’s running on empty. Then I’ll take care of another hunger.
“Food first. Let’s go.” I take her hands and pull her up. Hell, she’s gorgeous in that bra. It hugs her breasts perfectly, both hiding and showing her skin. Just the right amount to drive me crazy. My mouth waters as I stare at her taut nipples. “You’d better cover yourself before I start eating you instead.”
Grinning, she covers her beautiful body with a hoodie and zips it fully. I almost trip over the steps when I go downstairs with her next to me. Between looking at her and trying to be quiet in the darkness while weak with hunger, my legs are made of rubber. Dart pads after us, lacking the usual energy. He must be tired.
In the kitchen, I silently thank my mum for having set aside two generous portions of roasted potatoes, shepherd’s pie, and peas.
While our dinner is heating in the microwave, I take Sienna by the waist and press her against me, letting her feel the full length of my erection. Knowing that she’s wearing only her bra under the hoodie causes my blood to flow south and stretch my aching cock. I have questions about the police and what happened to her after they found the bastard’s body, but they can wait. Tonight is only for her, for us.
“No more secrets,” I whisper, kissing her.
“No more. Besides, I don’t have any left.”
“Good.”
“Oh, wait. There’s another one.” She taps her chin with a finger. “Benny, the bird of one of our clients, Mrs Lawson, isn’t the same Benny she left me to take care of before leaving for a cruise.”
“What?”
She shrugs. “Mrs Lawson wanted to leave Benny at the clinic, but there were a few cats around. So I volunteered to take him home.”
“Sheesh, Sienna.”
“I know. It’s horrible, but poor Benny died while under my watch. Old age, I think. He was sixteen. Birds are difficult to examine. I felt so bad, I bought a new canary identical to Benny. No one could’ve told them apart.”
I laugh so hard, I’m shaking. Even Dart lifts his head from the rug where he’s napping.
She pouts. “I hate birds in cages, but what could I do? She never knew about poor old Benny. Canaries can live for years, so she might get suspicious when Benny turns thirty.”
I kiss her, still laughing. “That’s naughty.”
“Don’t tell Tyler. He wouldn’t be happy.”
“Not a word.” I nibble on her bottom lip. I have no intention of talking to him, anyway.
The ping from the microwave interrupts me. I put the two plates on the table and sit Sienna on my lap. It’s part pleasure, part torture, because every time she moves, my erection aches and begs to be released. I swallow a bite and kiss her neck, nuzzling the soft skin. I take a sip of water and cup her breast, making her moan among servings of peas. And the fact that she’s nearly naked under her hoodie doesn’t help. Hell, I unzip it, wolfing down another piece of the pie.
“Someone might come,” she says.
“We’ll hear them.” I pull the lapels aside and cup her breasts properly.
The flimsy fabric of her bra offers no barrier at all. Her soft, warm skin fills my palms. A new groan rips out of me; this is torture. I pinch her nipple and roll it between my fingers until she’s sharing my ache. Sod it. I push aside the bra and finally touch her naked skin. Then I loosen the waistband of her tight leggings and slip my fingers between her thighs.
“Hell,” I groan.
She’s wet and ready. I sink my fingers into her, feeling her warm, soft skin. Her swollen nub tightens when I rub it. She’s panting and squirming as I pinch her nipple and rub her.
“Alex, your mum is upstairs,” she whispers in broken words.
“It’s not my fault. I can’t stop.”
A protest comes out of her, but I bite her earlobe, cutting her off. No protests now. I push my fingers deeper and hook them while rubbing her with my thumb. Little, muffled noises escape her parted lips. I close my eyes, savouring those sounds and storing them somewhere in my brain for a day when I feel lonely.
She grips my knees when her inner muscles spasm around my fingers. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, suppressing the sound of her release. But I’m not done. Far from it.
I turn her around, so that she’s straddling me, and her breasts are in front of my hungry mouth. Her taste hits my tongue when I suck on her nipple hard while cupping her bottom cheeks. She’s all supple and silky skin; her muscles toned and firm. I pause only when I spread my hand on her back. She holds her breath, her body stiffening, her fingers gripping me harder.