Page 44 of Hit For Six (Balls and Banter #1)

He rolled the condom down his length and entered her slowly, looking deep into her eyes, taking both of their breaths away.

Lola might have cried out his name. The sensation was the definition of euphoria.

She laid herself backwards and bucked her hips to get more of it, catching Monty’s delirious face, and a fine strip of red light which randomly flashed like a laser beam, cutting through the window.

Monty penetrated deeper and Lola had no choice but to put the strange vision out of her mind.

It was just her imagination. She was probably hallucinating on lust. When they eventually changed positions, Monty transporting her to the chaise longue, lowering her on all fours so he could take her from behind, her gaze caught the window again as she bit her lip at the delicious build up within.

But there was nothing there. Lola completely let go, screaming the mansion down as the most incredible orgasm flooded her body, Monty joining in until they both collapsed in blissful union.

Later when they’d moved to the comfort of one of the multitude of spare bedrooms upstairs, Lola snuggled into Monty’s chest and told him about Fumiko’s sudden offer.

‘I don’t mean to speak out of turn and I will never tell you what to do.’

‘I’d be able to hear the ‘but’ in that if you were saying it in my apartment in Bath right now. But go on …’

‘You can’t possibly invest a penny in that place.

You pointed out some of its darling features when you showed me around.

And when I fed Squiffy, I saw even more of them for myself.

I guess I became a bit of an expert in researching all this stuff when I bought my place at the Crescent.

Fumiko is trying to dress this up as an offer you can’t refuse for one reason: she knows how bad the damp and mould have gotten and she wants that place off her hands. ’

‘You don’t know her, Monty. She’s been really good to me.’

‘Or has she always had an ulterior motive?’

‘I can’t think the worst of people all the time. Especially after the way I’ve been burned lately.’

‘I’m more than happy to do it for you. You have to protect yourself.’

‘I really don’t see it like that. She’s away so much. She doesn’t have time to come back to arrange viewings. Not everything has to be sinister. It’s not like she’s a guy.’

‘Oh, there are plenty of women out there with an agenda.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean.’

‘Nothing. We’ll talk about it another time.’

‘Okay, then.’

They both fell silent for a while, their rhythmic breathing the only sound in the mansion.

‘What if I made you an offer?’ said Monty.

Lola sat up in the semi-dark. Not that she could see him any better, and she wasn’t about to flick on the lampshade to dazzle them both. But this sounded serious.

‘I don’t want to leave my apartment empty when I’m away on tour and I already know that I want to maximise every moment with you when I’m back in the country. Move in with me. You and Squiffy.’

‘Let me sleep on it,’ Lola replied, surprising herself. She nestled into Monty’s body again and yawned her head off, feeling ridiculously happy.

***

‘Monty.’ Lola shook him, thankful that he’d left the door open a crack and turned the hallway light on so she wasn’t wondering where the hell she was in the pitch black darkness of the old building. ‘ Monty! ’

‘Hmm? What is it, sweetheart?’ Monty stirred and rolled over, his hand feeling for her. ‘Have you and Squiffy decided to move in?’

‘Yes, I think we might just do that. But I also think I heard a noise.’

‘Oh, my god! That’s–’

‘Terrifying, I know.’

‘I was about to say the most joyful thing I have ever heard in my life.’ He pulled her into his warm body and even in the panic, Lola’s belly began to pool with need. ‘But I won’t get ahead of myself.’

‘That part is brilliant, yes. If I’m going to be snatching moments with you once your overseas tournaments start, then it’s a must! I’m sure Squiffy will feel the same now she idolises you. But Monty, did you not hear what I just said about the noise?’

‘Oh, that’s nothing. Come here.’ Lola cuddled into him, staying as alert as she could with her uncovered ear. ‘It’s probably just the heating cranking up ready for the morning. Old houses make so many weird noises.’

He fell back to sleep within moments. But Lola’s mind was a livewire. She crept out of bed and moved the curtains, peeling them back to look out the window at the rear of the estate. Nothing there, nobody there. What did she expect?

There was no ensuite in the bedroom– the cheek in a house this big– so she made her way on tiptoe to the bathroom down the hallway, listening out for intruders.

Fortunately, she heard nothing but it took her forever to get back to sleep, and even then, gut instinct would only let her toss and turn.

At eight o’clock, a bleary-eyed Lola woke to Monty’s hotness pressing against the small of her back.

‘You’re incorrigible!’ she sat up and grinned at him, wondering how she could resist being ravaged again.

‘I want to, Monty. But I can’t relax. I can’t believe I let down my guard and went back to sleep.

That noise in the night… it was like a key scraping in a lock, a door slowly creaking open then shut. ’

‘You probably dreamt about it. It’s just you and me.

’ He wrapped his arm around her waist, sliding his hand upwards to fondle her breasts.

Lola’s nipples betrayed her instantly. ‘My parents aren’t due back for a couple of days.

There’s nothing to worry about.’ Lola didn’t feel so sure.

‘Why don’t we have breakfast to put your mind at ease and then we can come back to bed for some morning snuggles. ’

They threw on some clothes and crept downstairs, hand in hand. Monty shook his head with each step that they were going to these lengths.

‘Anyway, I’m going to whip us up the fluffiest pancakes. What do you want yours drizzled with?’

But Lola knew that he’d be eating not so much breakfast as his words. Her heart was in her mouth. Somebody was here. She’d definitely heard something. Dreams weren’t that loud.

‘Syrup, chocolate chips, jam. I’m so hungry I’ll take all three,’ she whispered.

‘I’m going to call it. That sounds a tad revolting, Lola.’

Monty slapped her playfully on the buttock before pushing open the kitchen door. Lola held her breath. She was wearing Monty’s sweater over her short satin nightie. Hardly the most conservative attire for the occasion. Whatever would his parents think when they laid their eyes on her?

But someone else entirely turned to greet them as they burst through the kitchen door.

‘You didn’t tell me we’d have company, darling!’ exclaimed Joanna, dressed solely in a racy black teddy with a deep V at its front. ‘I’m whipping us up scrambled eggs.’ She looked pointedly at him, waving her whisk in the air. ‘I suppose I could spare some sourdough toast for your friend.’