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  “Meg, what were you two doing, and what has Sam running off like a scalded cat?”

  After slamming the fridge door, Meg turned to look at her mother. Her arrival was like a royal tour. Hat placed firmly on her head, crisp white and blue flowery patterned linen dress, matching shoes and handbag. She looked like she’d escaped from the fifties.

  Meg shrugged. The net curtains would have blurred the view through the window but it didn’t take a vivid imagination to work out what was going on when a girl had her face in a guy’s lap, especially when he was yelling yeehaw with more gusto than a rodeo rider. She decided to spare her mum’s blushes. The woman didn’t do sex. “He wanted me to look at a splinter.”

  “A splinter where?” He mother glanced at the door to the living room then whispered loudly, “He didn’t have his winky out, did he? Men can’t be trusted. You need to be careful.”

  Her mother tossed her purse on the table, before poking at the tomato sauce stain on the cloth. “This place is disgraceful. You really need to clean up.” She wiped a finger down her own chin. “You’ve got some milk or something on your face, dear.”

  Meg rubbed the back of her hand across her chin, wiping off a dribble of Sam’s sticky semen.

  “His winky?” Was she serious? What the hell kind of name was that? Come to think of it, she had never heard her mother refer to the male organ before. She must be really concerned about Meg’s safety to acknowledge men had anything in their pants. The realization her mother was well beyond her comfort zone urged her on. She wondered how far she could go before her mother freaked right out. “I know, terrible things, winkies. I could poke my eye out on it, or trip and fall on an erect one and get pregnant.”

  “Maggie Riley!”

  Meg got a fit of the giggles. Maybe using the word ‘erection’ was going too far. Her mother was the biggest prude she knew. Other than the two times her dad had obviously convinced her to drop her drawers and let him impregnate her, she doubted he had seen any action in his thirty-two year marriage. The woman not only didn’t do sex, she also liked to pretend no one else she knew did either. Meg would never forget the Saturday morning Sian had shoved Michael Monaghan out of their bedroom window stark naked.

  The poor guy had come home with her from a club but had fallen asleep after they spent half the night screwing. Meg was more than aware of what was going on as she tried to sleep in a bed only six feet from Sian’s. It was her own private sex education lesson, much more informative than the textbooks at school. The whole process seemed to go on a lot longer than she expected, and from Sian’s moans and begging was a lot more enjoyable. Michael was the first man she saw naked. He was hung like a donkey. Or he’d seemed to be at the time. On reflection, it could just have been the shock of seeing his dick rise and stand rigid as he prowled across the room then pinned her older sister to the bed.

  Meg had helped throw his clothes at him when her mother knocked on the bedroom door to tell them breakfast was ready. They had pulled on robes and fled to the kitchen before their mother could open the door and come in. Michael Monaghan’s naked, white backside was clearly on view as he disappeared down the front driveway, his clothes clutched to his chest. Their dad grinned at them as they slid in behind the table. “Cold morning for it.”

  Sian kicked at Meg when she got a fit of the giggles. A few months later Sian had moved out. She said she needed more space; what she really needed was the ability to fuck around without getting found out and sending their mother into a fit of apoplexy. Meg had only moved out when the drive from home to work got too draining. Her sex life was so lackluster she barely noticed it, so there was no danger of it shocking her mother.

  Sam wandered back into the kitchen, righting the chair that still lay on its back. Sweat still glistened on his face and a flush colored his cheeks. He flashed an uncertain smile. “Mrs. Riley.”

  “Meg was just telling me about your splinter, is it still sore, dear?”

  “My splinter?” A look of horror passed across his face, making Meg snort a mouthful of Coke.

  Chapter Eleven

  Meg rolled her eyes when her mum curled her nose up at her. “You really need to learn to be more dignified, Meg, no young man wants to date a slob.” She glanced at Sam dithering in the doorway. “Am I right, Samuel? A nice young man like you would never want to date someone who behaves like Meg, now, would you?”

  Her mum was the absolute limit. How dare she put Sam on the spot, or stand in judgment on how she behaved? Meg glanced at Sam, who was shrugging madly, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish on speed. Funny, her mother could turn the most confident fully-grown man into a gibbering wreck in seconds.

  Finally finding his voice, Sam gestured wildly in Meg’s direction. “I like Meg fine the way she is, Mrs. Riley.”

  Mrs. Riley smiled condescendingly. “I know you do, dear, but liking her is not marrying her, now, is it?”

  Meg put her Coke can on the countertop and folded her arms. Her mother really was too much. Poor Sam looked mortified; she needed to rescue him. “Did you come here to insult me and make Sam uncomfortable or was there some other reason for your visit?”

  Apparently completely unperturbed by Meg’s annoyance, she smiled sweetly at her. “I came to remind you about your Father’s birthday barbeque this afternoon. You are still coming I assume. Oh, and did you ask Laura and her nice young man to come along?” She glanced at Sam. “You’re most welcome too, dear. Although you might want to tidy yourself up a bit. I don’t allow men with unzipped flies in my house, it’s unhygienic.”

  Sam’s face flushed a seriously scary shade of red as he grabbed the front of his jeans and dashed from the room.

  “I suppose he forgot to do them up after you looked at his splinter. Did you manage to get it out? Maybe I should take a look. I’ve had a bit of medical training.”

  She stepped in the direction of the living room.

  “Mum, don’t. He’s fine. I took care of him.” Heat rose to Meg’s cheeks. Thank goodness her mother had no idea how.

  Mrs. Riley lifted her bag off the table. “Okay, if you’re sure, dear. Now don’t be late. Everyone is supposed to be there at two. I better get going. Your father is waiting in the car for me.”

  Meg stepped forward and they swapped air kisses before her mother held her at arms length, and frowned as her eyes took in the length of her.

  “And can you please wear a dress instead of those awful slacks? I do wish you would stop dressing like a bag lady. You don’t have to be skinny to buy nice outfits. I should take you shopping some day and show you how to dress like a lady. They have some floral print dresses and twin sets at Madam Bridget’s that would look lovely on you.”

  Meg shook herself free. “I have some perfectly fine frocks in my closet and I am more than capable of dressing myself, thank you.”

  Her mother smiled in triumph. She had manipulated her into wearing a bloody dress. It took an immense amount of self-control for Meg not to groan aloud as her mother let herself out the back door. She loved her dad, but an afternoon stuffed into an uncomfortable outfit, enduring all her family, was akin to being plunged into one of the seven circles of hell.

  Sian would waft in wearing some barely there outfit that showed off her fantastic body, a new man draped on her arm asking ‘how high’ every time she told him to jump. Aunty Ellen was bound to show up, and heaven help her if Laura so much as breathed a word about their new business venture. Uncle Wilf would make an appearance. The dirty old man never missed a chance to make lewd comments about what he would like to do to Meg’s mother if she weren’t his sister-in-law. Apparently he had never mentioned his desires to her mother or he would have been cut off years ago, both emotionally and physically if her mother could avoid prosecution. She didn’t even want to think about the rest of her relatives.

  Sam poked his head around the corner. “Is it safe?”

  Meg sighed. “Yeah, she left.”

  He wandered across the room. �
��Are you going to the barbeque?”

  “I daren’t not. I’ve received the royal summons. If I don’t show up she’ll probably come over and drag me home by my hair.”

  When Sam held his arms open, she slid into his embrace. He had always been happy to give her a cuddle but this time was different. Unsure how to deal with the rise of desire the sensation of his hard body pressed against hers inflamed, she wiggled free.

  “I need to call Laura to let her know she has been summoned to the barbeque, and find something to wear.”

  Sam scratched the back of his neck, a pink tinge in his cheeks. “Before, do you think she knew what we were doing?”

  She felt her face flush to match his. What her mother thought they were doing didn’t embarrass her, but standing in front of Sam made her uncomfortable about giving him a blowjob. One minute she was telling him she was a virtual novice at sex, the next she was swallowing his trusty steed like a pro. Besides, they had only talked about being fuck buddies, could she continue to have sex without any emotional attachment? What were the rules?

  “I don’t think so. She’s probably never heard of a blowjob.” Meg’s face got even hotter. “Sorry. I should have asked if you wanted me to do that to you. I’m not really sure how this whole fuck buddy thing works.”

  His chuckle made her raise her eyes to his face. He reached out and ran his thumb over her lips. “You’ve got no idea how much I wanted you to do that. At the risk of making you even redder, I have to tell you having your tongue and lips on my steed has been one of my biggest fantasies for months. You’ve got a mouth for sin. Having you go down on me was better than I ever imagined it could be.”

  Oh geez, he loved it. He really enjoyed what she’d done for him. The knowledge he fantasized about her sucking him off sent moisture pooling in her underwear. She had never imagined she’d become some man’s fantasy fuck. Unable to resist temptation, she slowly licked her lips then leaned toward him. “Do you fantasize a lot?”

  He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “More often than is healthy. I might be doing it right now.”

  She whispered, “Are you?”

  His slow nod made every muscle in her pussy quiver. He was probably hard. She reached out and tentatively stroked his crotch with her finger. Hard as rock and so tempting, but she was sore. She snatched her hand away and stepped back. He was a fantastic lover but it was more than her current physical discomfort that made her hesitant. How did this sort of relationship work? She decided for her own peace of mind they wouldn’t be having sex again until they set some ground rules, she needed to know what she could and couldn’t do, and what happened if he met another girl? Not willing to trust herself if she kept her eyes on the great sexy lump gazing at her with lust all over his face, she turned and grabbed the phone off the counter.

  Laura was quick to agree to come to the barbeque and to bring Dean with her. No doubt she wanted to flaunt Navy boy in Sian’s face. Meanwhile, she’d be taking Sam as a substitute for a boyfriend, provided he agreed after the trauma of almost being caught by her mother. By the time she hung up Sam had disappeared. Their discussion would have to wait until later.

  With no choice but to comply with her mother’s dress code, she figured now would be as good a time as any to find something that still fit. She only had four or five hours to go through her entire wardrobe.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sam lay on his bed, one arm folded behind his head. No matter how much he concentrated on the words in the book, they made no sense. He’d read the same paragraph four times and the words kept morphing in and out of focus. He must be suffering from lack of oxygen to the brain. His steed was so hard it ached. Perhaps if he undid his fly and released it from the stables the cool air would help ease his erection. The minute he tugged his solid shaft out, he knew he’d made a mistake. Loosed from its straitjacket his trusty steed bobbed madly, and he swore it grew another inch. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing the vision of Meg with her mouth wrapped around his cock from his mind. Not easy to do now that a real sensual memory enhanced his fantasy. He should whack off before his testicles had a nuclear meltdown. The idea didn’t appeal. Nothing other than her hot mouth or pussy would satisfy Trigger the Wonder Horse. Dare he go find her and see if she was feeling less bruised? He checked his watch; it had been nearly three hours since she said no.

  After dog-earing the corner to mark his place, he tossed the book on the nightstand and climbed off the bed. He had to undo his belt and the button on his jeans before he could stow the stallion. Every move was uncomfortable as the sensitive tip rubbed against the waistband of his pants. If he didn’t think the sight of him walking around with a stonking hard-on would freak Meg out before he had a chance to beg for relief, he would have lost the jeans altogether. He opened his bedside drawer and grabbed a foil wrap from the extra large box of condoms. His purchase had been made a couple of months earlier in the vain hope Meg would one day give in and find him so irresistible they would get through a whole box before they came up long enough for him to replenish his stores. Happy he was fully prepared he left his room.

  He heard her cussing from the hallway. Something in her bedroom had her swearing like a trooper. He didn’t recognize some of the words but they sounded dirty. Regardless of what they meant, they made his erection throb painfully. She had a hot, filthy mouth and he wanted it.

  After pausing until she stopped swearing, he rapped his knuckles on her door.

  *

  She squealed, thankful he hadn’t barged in to find her standing semi-naked in front of her wardrobe. If he walked in now she would never find something to wear to the party. She didn’t have willpower strong enough to resist if he made a move on her, and she had a feeling anything short of a full set of clothing would result in her immediate seduction.

  “Give me a minute. I’m not dressed.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  A smile teased her lips. “That’s why I need a minute.”

  Clothes she had rejected covered Meg’s bed. She had discarded them all because they were too tight or too ugly. Nothing in her closet would do. She was down to the dregs. A lime green and red lace monstrosity she’d worn when she had been Fae Baldwin’s bridesmaid, and a pale blue silk dress covered in white spotted lace. She bought it for a party two years ago and had worn it only once. The silk one might do, it was her last choice.

  “I’ve got a pale blue dress with white spots. What do you think?”

  “Hard to say unless you show me.”

  She pulled on her soft pink robe and opened the door a crack, holding the dress out to him.

  He kissed her bare arm and whispered, “I hoped for a glance at something a little more interesting.”

  A shiver ran up her arm and her nipples pebbled, but she took a deep breath, determined not to be distracted. “I know, that’s why you only get the dress. So, what do you think?”

  She slid the dress back through the crack.

  “It’s perfect, but you’ll need to wear it with something a little more exotic than your usual utility style underwear.”

  “Utility style? Are you saying my underwear isn’t sexy?”

  “I refuse to comment. Besides, I think you’re sexy without underwear, so if I had my choice, I’d say go without. However, you would never be that adventurous. While your usual cotton undies are no doubt very comfortable, they won’t work with the dress.”

  Her face heated. Did he really think she was sexy naked? How outrageous to turn up at her parents’ house without her panties on? Her mother would be horrified, which could only add to the excitement. Being so liberated was tempting but she wasn’t brave enough to go that far. “Right, some different underwear. I think I have some from Victoria’s Secret at the back of the drawer.”

  His voice sounded husky when he whispered. “You want me to check them out for you as well?”

  The thought of Sam rummaging through her underwear sent a wave of heat coursing through
her veins. He hadn’t said what he wanted and she hadn’t asked. She wasn’t sure she should. The next discussion they had needed to be about the rules and they didn’t have time now. A discussion about rules would no doubt lead to a need to test them.

  “Meg, is this going to take long? I need to speak to you.”

  There was a note of tension in his voice. Whatever he wanted to discuss sounded serious. Did he have some second thoughts about their sexual encounters? Was planning a discussion about how often, and who could instigate a sexual encounter assuming too much? Having fulfilling sex on tap had been so appealing, he surely couldn’t be about to take it away from her. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

  He was right, the spaghetti straps and tiny bodice wouldn’t cover her sports bra. She hunted her drawers and found some cream underwear that would work under the dress. She slid into the lacy undergarments and examined herself in the mirror. Maybe she should dress like a girl more often. The undies were quite fetching, she almost liked what she saw. Sucking in her stomach, she turned to examine her side view. If she went to the gym for a month or two, she would look even better.

  Knowing Sam wouldn’t wait forever, she pulled on the silk garment. With lots of effort she finally got the zipper done up. If she wore the dress, she’d need shoes. A hunt brought a pair of white strappy sandals to light. How long since she’d worn heels? She might need to practice if she wasn’t going to fall flat on her arse.

  Just as she finished the last buckle, Sam tapped on the door. “Can I come in now?”

  Meg turned to face the door before standing tall, smoothing the fabric over her hips and thighs. “Okay.”