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  Sam scurried around the barbeque to stand beside Meg. Her dad handed him a beer and took the apron back. Maud approached with a toothy grin on her face and Meg stepped in front of Sam.

  “Back off lady, he’s mine. You’re not woman enough to handle him.”

  “Maggie Riley!”

  Oh fantastic. Her mother had to arrive right at that moment.

  “Please, tell me you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

  Meg shrugged. She had never managed to outright lie to her mother but she could refuse to confirm anything. Her mother turned her steely eyes on Sam.

  “Samuel, I hope you aren’t abusing my daughter’s hospitality.” She glanced back at Meg. “Not that it’s any wonder the way you’re dressed, or almost dressed. Young men don’t have any self control. You should cover yourself up.”

  Her hospitality? Meg giggled and turned toward Sam, hiding her face in his shoulder.

  Sam stuttered. “Mrs. Riley, I would never, um, Meg’s hospitality is wonderful and I wouldn’t want to…um…”

  Her dad came to the rescue. “Viviane, Sian is here and she’s brought someone with her.”

  Meg glanced toward the house then raised her eyes skyward in a quiet thank you to God. The one person sure to distract her mother from her sex life stood draped around her scantily clad sister. Sian had the same dark hair as Meg, with a hint of natural curl. Added inches enhanced her willowy figure; she stood head and shoulders above Meg. She was wearing her tall, dark, date like an expensive accessory.

  Meg hadn’t seen him since her early teens but she still had his image burned into her brain. The man her mother insisted had stolen Sian’s innocence. She made them both swear to stay away from the Irish rogue but telling her sister she couldn’t or shouldn’t have something had always been a mistake. When had Sian started to recycle men? Surely she hadn’t run out of fresh blood.

  Michael Monaghan unraveled himself from Sian. Hand in hand, they approached.

  Sian kissed her dad then her mother who appeared speechless. Michael grinned at them.

  “Mr. Riley, Mrs. Riley, thanks for the invite, and this must be young Maggie.” He looked her up and down, his eyes hovering at chest level for longer than was decent in mixed company. “Last time I saw you, you were a flat-chested kid. Now look at you, all woman.”

  Meg crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortable under his gaze. “And last time I saw you, you were running butt naked down the front drive after you spent the night screwing our Sian.”

  “Maggie Riley! Oh God, why did I have to have such debauch children? Robert, I need a drink.”

  Meg glanced at her mother standing with a hand held dramatically to her forehead.

  After all her years of near celibacy, she couldn’t believe her mother had put her in the same moral basket as her sister. Her indignation spilled out. “I just wish I was debauch. You can’t tar me and Sian with the same brush. I never snuck the likes of Michael Monaghan into my bed when I lived at home.”

  Her father escaped to the drinks table and Sam touched Meg’s elbow. “Laura just arrived.”

  Thankful for a reason to escape before her mother foisted the awful lime green cardigan she was carrying on her, or questioned her about how she knew Michael Monaghan had been screwing her sister, she grabbed Sam’s hand and headed toward the deck.

  Laura stood alone. Odd, very odd. Men were like panties for Laura, she would never leave home without wearing them—scratch that, bad analogy. They were more like a Gucci purse. Either way, she seemed to be missing her favorite accessory.

  Meg climbed the steps with Sam following along behind. She smiled in greeting. “Hi, Laura.”

  Laura dropped a kiss on her cheek then did the same with Sam. Meg couldn’t fail to notice her hand slipped below his waist and patted the firm round contours of his butt. How the hell was it every other woman at the party copped a feel and yet she lived in terror of touching him anywhere her mother might interpret as sexual? She had a mind to drag him indoors and have her way with him just because she could. Sian had defiled the family home on numerous occasions, yet felt no sense of remorse or embarrassment about it. Hell, she’d even brought Michael Monaghan to her father’s birthday party. If her mother thought she was like Sian, maybe she should behave more like her.

  Laura let Sam go and glanced over Meg’s shoulder. “Is that Michael Monaghan with Sian?”

  “Yeah, my mother is having conniptions. Is it true he impregnated Emma Connelly and Rose Tyler?”

  Laura shrugged. “That’s the story. Isn’t he a dream—all dark and brooding with a sexy Irish brogue? I just wish he would try to impregnate me”

  “He’s more like a nightmare, and believe me, you’re not missing much.”

  Sam stared at her. “He said he hadn’t seen you since you were a kid.”

  His hostile glare and clenched fists warned Meg she needed to head this one off at the pass. They really should have skipped this party and stayed at home in bed all afternoon.

  “He hasn’t. Sian and I shared a room. I was thirteen, and Sian was barely seventeen when he stayed the night. The sight of Michael Monaghan erect and fully naked gave me nightmares for years.”

  Sam still looked grim, would nothing cheer him up or convince him her virtue had remained in tact. “I pretended seeing him and Sian going at it for half the night was one of those wildlife documentaries you see on the National Geographic channel. It even replayed in my head with commentary by David Attenborough.”

  A frown quickly replaced the smile that had briefly touched his lips. “But he never touched you?”

  Meg shook her head. “Never laid a finger on me. He was preoccupied.” She ran her gaze slowly down Sam’s body then back to his face. A smile teased her lips. “Besides, I wouldn’t have let him, he doesn’t have anything I wanted him to touch me with.”

  Laura sighed. “So is he a pencil dick then?”

  “Compared to some.”

  Sam choked and fought for breath. “Sorry, beer went down the wrong hole.” He glanced toward the drink table. “You want a glass of something, Laura?”

  “Sure, wine would be lovely.”

  Meg held out her empty glass and he disappeared down the steps.

  “I take it from his reaction you were referring to the fact he doesn’t have a pencil dick. Nice to know, so how come you told me he was hung like My Little Pony?”

  Meg shrugged. No way was she discussing the size of Sam’s member on her mother’s deck, besides, since she had slept with him she felt very protective of his mighty steed, and every other part of his anatomy, come to that.

  Laura eyed her suspiciously. “Hmm, you look different.”

  “It’s the dress. My mother insisted I dress like a girl so Sam gave me a makeover.”

  “Really? Maybe we should hire him for our business.”

  Meg put her fingers to her lips. “Don’t mention the business.”

  Sam appeared at her elbow. “What business aren’t we mentioning?”

  Aunty Ellen had Uncle Wilf bailed up by the snack table but the woman had the hearing of a bat. Besides, she hadn’t planned on telling Sam exactly what line of business she and Laura were planning to get into. Not that she was ashamed, it was a service women needed. They were definitely not selling sex, at least that was what she told herself, but some people might get the wrong idea. Being Sam’s fuck buddy was one thing, but pimp was another.

  “We haven’t decided yet. Anyway, Laura, how come Dean isn’t with you?”

  “Poor darling had a headache. I guess it takes a while to get your land legs. I left him home.”

  “And Gerard?”

  “Said he was busy, so here I am all alone.” She smiled suggestively at Sam. “Unless I get lucky.”

  Meg resisted the urge to slap Laura’s face. The next person to make a move on Sam was going to get it. If they were all so hot for some action, why not go get their own fuck buddies? It wasn’t like Laura was short of men to play with. This on
e was hers until he said otherwise. She needed to give Laura something more exciting to focus on than trying to get into Sam’s pants.

  “Why don’t you go and make Sian’s day by introducing yourself to Michael? I might have distorted the memory, besides, what do I know about the size of a penis? The number of samples I have to work with is not as extensive as yours, I’m sure.”

  Laura glanced from Sam to Meg and she fought and lost the battle to keep her face from flushing. Laura grinned before sauntering down the steps. Hell, she might as well be wearing a billboard that read ‘I’m fucking Sam Stephens’. No matter, unless she confirmed they were humping it was only supposition. Laura knew she had seen Sam in all his erect glory when she caught him jacking off, other than that she knew nothing.

  The memory of Sam in his chair going for broke in the full knowledge she was watching sent a pulse of desire through her. She looked up at Sam and he raised an eyebrow suggestively. “You seem very tense. Do you want to cool off indoors for a bit?” Cool off, the way he was staring at her she wanted to heat things up. Would anyone notice if they left for a quickie?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sam steered her inside with one thought on his mind and a twitch in his pants. This was madness. If Mrs. Riley caught them he would be castrated. Besides, this sudden need to mark her as his was positively Neanderthal. So what if Michael Monaghan had leered at her? They weren’t a couple. Fuck buddies just screwed, no attachment, no commitment. He tried to convince himself it was just a general dislike of Michael, but a quiet voice in the back of his mind kept saying he didn’t want to share her with anyone because she meant more to him than someone to screw. He shoved the nagging suspicion the voice could be on to something aside. On reflection, maybe they should just chill indoors for ten minutes and leave the sex for somewhere more appropriate. Meg looked like she needed to regain her equilibrium, not go another round of sex with him.

  Her family and friends were very draining, and he was sure most of them weren’t quite sane. At least in the kitchen he was safe from mad Maud. Sex wasn’t supposed to be an obsession for women in their eighties. He wondered if Meg would be chasing him around the house when they were old. With a shake of his head, he told himself to get a grip. He was just her fuck buddy. One day she’d find someone else and move on. They wouldn’t even be together when they were old.

  Meg stopped when they got to the kitchen. Slices of birthday cake lay out on the side, ready for dessert. His stomach growled. He’d burnt up a lot of calories since breakfast.

  She grinned suggestively. “Hungry?”

  A chuckle escaped him as he pressed a hand to his abdomen. “Starving, but I would rather be hungry and alone in here with you than full and outside with them.”

  She palmed the front of his pants, making his stallion twitch to attention ready to clear the gate. “That is so sweet. I think you deserve a reward for putting up with my crazy family, and I know just what you like.”

  His pulse lifted, he had almost talked himself out of having his evil way with her, but his decision could change with a little encouragement. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. “What did you have in mind?”

  He watched as she reached out and dragged her finger through the cream on one of the slices of birthday cake. When she offered him her finger he sucked the frosting off, flicking her fingertip suggestively with his tongue. Her fluttering eyelids and loud groan sent a grin to his lips and a pulse of blood to his already aching groin.

  She reached out and collected more frosting but this time she wiped it down her neck and over the mound of flesh flooding from the top of her dress. Starting with her throat, he lapped the sweet treat all the way to her ear before burying his face in her ample bosom. He removed every last trace of dessert from her soft skin. When he finally met her gaze, her pupils were dilated, her lips parted, and her chest heaving. All thought of behaving disappeared. He wanted her and he wanted her right now.

  Walking her backwards across the room, he pushed her against the side of the oven tower. After checking they were out of sight of everyone in the garden, he pinned her against the wall, rubbing his erection against her.

  Slowly, he tugged her dress up her legs and rested his hand on her thigh. Her gaze never left his, but she made no move to stop him. He captured her lips with his, drawing her soft warm tongue back into his mouth. She tasted of sweet wine. He could devour every inch of her if only they had more time. Her hands tugged hurriedly at his zipper as he broke the kiss. Pushing her panties aside and sliding his fingers the length of her moist slit he whispered in her ear. “Are you sure you want to do this, here?”

  Her voice sounded strained and she shuddered when he brushed a fingertip over her hot button. “Do you have a condom on you?”

  He slid his free hand into his pocket. Some girls might think it presumptuous of him to be carrying protection, but, like a boy scout, a good fuck buddy should always be prepared.

  Pouncing on the condom, she grabbed it from his fingers and ripped the packaging open with her teeth. Never removing his hand from between her thighs, he stroked and teased her. This wasn’t about him, this was about giving Meg what she wanted and if that required him to bang her in her parents’ kitchen, so be it. First he tickled her hard pulsating nub then slipped his fingers inside her wet, quivering opening. A hardening of his already over stimulated cock accompanied every shudder and moan he teased out of her. He hoped to God she came quickly, because he would.

  Condom free of the packet and his steed free of his pants, he watched as her shaking fingers sheathed the length of him in latex. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and silently thanked God she had found those sandals as he tugged her knee up over his hip. Without heels she would be too short for this. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slanted his mouth over hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth dragging hers out to play, nipping and teasing her with his teeth and lips. With one hand splayed on the side of the cupboard for support, he used the other to guide his rigid cock to her entrance. He slid the tip inside her then pulled free. When her breath hitched and she tipped her hips toward him, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

  She wiggled her body against him, panting. “Do it, Sam. Please. Let me ride the wild stallion.”

  Overwhelmed, he buried his face in her neck as he slid home. Her pussy welcomed him like an old friend. Her muscles clenched around him, already rippling in anticipation of finding full release. With his entire shaft buried inside her, he rocked his hips, he needed to spill his seed before his balls exploded.

  Her voice was breathy as she murmured his name.

  He rammed his cock inside her like a man possessed. He couldn’t bang her deep or hard enough. The cupboard shook and dishes stored on top rattled in time to his thrusts. Sliding his hand around the back of the leg she had wrapped around his hip, he rubbed her swollen clit with his fingertip. He needed her release; he hadn’t lost control enough to forget it was an orgasm each. She whimpered and buried her face in his neck. She was on the edge, her insides tensed, clenching around his aching shaft.

  Despite teetering on the edge, she seemed to be holding back. One of them had to go first and he was determined it would be her. He bit her ear, and growled, “Let go, Meg. Do it for me, baby.”

  When the first wave of her release grabbed his stallion he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her screams of ecstasy. Every pulse of her muscles made his balls tighten. A bolt of pure bliss accompanied the first spurt of come. They rocked together until she’d recovered from the aftershocks. He kissed her damp cheek and neck, enjoying the taste of her salty skin. Her breasts pushed against his chest as they both fought for air, and his semi-erect cock stirred back to life.

  “You might want to stow the python, son.”

  Sam looked left. Jesus Christ, caught banged to rights.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Meg hid her face in Sam’s neck. Though she was glad her mother hadn’t
walked in, having her father catch them wasn’t a whole lot better. Sam was still buried inside her but he was wilting fast. He attempted to pull away but she grabbed his arms holding him in place. Sam stared at her and she shook her head, hoping he got the message. If he stepped back, her dad would get a view she would rather not give him. Joined like this, her dress hid everything, pretty much.

  Sam glanced back at her dad. “Sorry, sir.”

  He chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I know I wouldn’t be. But I prefer you take the action someplace else. Mrs. Riley has strict hygiene rules in the kitchen, and I don’t think having sex with my daughter against the oven tower would comply. She’s had enough excitement for today, one more thing might push her over the edge, and she didn’t give me my gift yet. If she gets one of her headaches I’ll be a year older before I get to collect, if you get my drift.”

  Oh good heavens, she had often joked with Sian the only time her dad got any must be on his birthday. They had both been born almost nine months later. The fact they were shipped off to a relative for the night so their dad could ‘relax’ had been more damning evidence. Now he’d confirmed her mother only put out once a year and tonight was the night. The whole idea made her feel ill. Did her mother keep her hat on when they screwed? She so did not want that picture in her head.

  “Dad!”

  He tipped his head back and roared with laughter. “You’re offended your mother and I have sex? Yet here I stand, chatting to you while you appear to be copulating with a man you told me was only a friend.”

  Sam’s face turned a deep shade of red. “We’re not copulating…now. It’s just… if I move we may all be embarrassed.”

  Mr. Riley chuckled again. “You look embarrassed enough for all of us, son.”

  Meg closed her eyes. She had the start of a headache growing at the base of her skull. “Dad, would you mind if we snuck off? I’m not feeling so good.”

  He glanced back at the garden then at Meg. “No, you run along. I’ll make your excuses to your mother.”