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I panted, too exhausted to moan, too shocked at the sensation to speak. It was quick, and my pussy, my poor, throbbing pussy, came once more as Alfie thrust into me on a growl, spilling his seed inside me.
I was out of my mind with pleasure, completely taken over by him, leaving me without a single thought in my head except for Alfie. Alfie. Alfie…
If I ever left him they would find me in an empty room huddled on the floor repeating over and overAlfie. Alfie. Alfie…If I ever woke from a coma it would be the first word on my lips. If I were dying it would be the last.Alfie. Alfie. Alfie…
Thirty-Five
“Alfie.” It was the first word out of my mouth, spoken on a gentle breath as I stirred awake.
“I’m here.” His arms tightened around me. My phone jingled on the bedside table, drawing me out of the bubble that Alfie had formed around us. We groaned in unison and I wrestled one arm free and felt around for my phone.
“It’s Keira,” I mumbled and answered the phone.
“Morning!” Her voice rang out down the line and I winced. She was far too cheerful in the morning.
“Hi,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
“Did I wake you? Sorry! Are you free for lunch today? I’ve got news!”
Lunch? What day is it?Monday…
“Mmm yeah, think so. What’s the news?”
“I’ll tell you later. Oh, by the way, what’s the plan for your birthday?”
I fumbled through my brain trying to work out the dates. It was my birthday in a few weeks. I was nearly twenty-four.
“No idea yet, why?”
“I was thinking girls’ night? Face masks? Wine? Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
“Awesome! See you at one!” We hung up and I snuggled back into Alfie’s arms, trying to return to the love bubble, but it was no good. I was well and truly awake now.
“When were you planning on telling me about your birthday?” Alfie mumbled, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck. He must have heard Keira talking. I swear that man had super hearing.
“You had Elliot hack my medical records. Do you really expect me to believe that you don’t know when my birthday is?” Alfie chuckled softly, the sound warming me.
“I didn’t say I didn’t know, I asked when you were planning to tell me.” His fingers trailed a lazy line up and down my arm, sending a shiver up my spine.
“It’s not for a few weeks. I’d forgotten about it. You don’t have to get me anything,”
He let out another small chuckle. “Shut up, O’Connell.”
He shifted, moving his body over mine. My legs parted easily, welcoming him in. He kissed me deeply and I moaned into his mouth. We were just settling into a rhythm when we were rudely interrupted again, by his phone this time. He growled and buried his head in my neck. The phone continued to chirp, the noise shrill and unwelcome.
“Looks like the world wants us to get up.”
“Fuck the world.” He reared up on his elbows and gazed down at me. A lock of hair fell into his eyes, his lips full of our kiss. “I’ll finish this later.”
“You’d better,” I retorted, winning myself a sleepy grin. He rolled off of me and answered his phone in a sharp, clipped voice that bore no resemblance to the Alfie he’d been just a moment ago. I sighed.
The day had begun.
“So, what’s the news?” I asked my best friend as soon as I sat down. Keira, who was dressed in a white cut off t-shirt and jeans, the front of which were entirely covered in sequins, was practically hopping in her seat, her face flushed and bright with excitement.
“I’ve been offered a job!”