Page 103 of Outback Secrets

‘We’ll make it up to her later,’ Liam said as he headed for the bedroom.

He wasn’t quite as gentle as he had been downstairs as he virtually threw her on the bed, then rid himself of his clothes—shoes and all—in record time. Henri’s mouth went dry as he lay down beside her and she trailed a hand slowly down over his hard chest, then closed her fingers around his erection and gave a teasing squeeze. ‘Had Stella been looking for her brother?’

Liam groaned. ‘You really want to talk about Stella now?’

‘I’m just curious,’ she said, and began to move her hand up and down.

‘She’s been trying to get in contact with him for a while, but she wasn’t having any luck. Her parents moved not long after she had Heidi and she couldn’t find him on social media.’

‘So, you’re not the only one not on Facebook then,’ Henri said. ‘I seriously thought you were an anomaly.’

‘You looked for me on Facebook?’

‘Maybe.’

But Henri had the feeling he wasn’t really listening anymore as she swirled her thumb over the tip of his penis. Smiling, she took him into her mouth.

A little while later, he dragged her back up so they were face to face. ‘That was …’ He didn’t finish his sentence, crushing his mouth against hers and showing her his appreciation instead. As his tongue ravaged hers, he moved his hand back down between them, cupping first her breast, before sliding further. Another indecipherable word escaped her lips as his fingers snuck beneath the waistband of her shorts.

‘What did you say?’ Liam asked, amused, his finger gliding back and forth over the cotton of her knickers.

‘Tell me some secrets.’

He hesitated a moment. ‘You promise you won’t tell a soul?’

‘My lips are sealed. I’m like a vault.’

‘Tuck Brady likes to wear women’s clothes.’

She jerked her head to meet his gaze. ‘No way.’

‘Uh huh … and Eileen’s clothes are too big for him, so she steals them from the charity shop when it’s her day on roster.’

‘I’m scandalised! What else?’

He hooked one thick finger under the edge of her knickers, and she gasped.

‘Susan O’Neil and Frank Forrester are secretly seeing each other.’

‘Oh my God? Seriously?’ Surely Tilley would know if her mother-in-law was bonking the grouchy widow.

Liam nodded as he dipped his finger inside her. He barely even moved it, but pleasure ricocheted right through her body.

‘Frank confessed to me one night when he was wondering if it was too soon to take her on a dirty weekend away.’

‘Oh God. To Broome?’

‘That’s right.’

Henri remembered Tilley saying she had to water her motherin-law’s garden because she was meeting some old school friends up there for a ‘girls’ weekend. Was that a lie?

As hard as it was to concentrate while Liam’s hand took delicious liberties between her legs, this gossip was too thrilling to ignore. ‘Tell me something else.’

‘Well … you know how Logan pretends to be a respectable journalist, an upstanding member of the community?’

She nodded, terrified but also desperate to hear otherwise.

‘It’s all a front. He’s actually involved in an organised crime gang that traffics drugs.’