Page 34 of Love At First Fright

Two hours later, they were in Ellis’s Land Rover with their weekend bags packed and Fig in the backseat.

Ellis had found a cute little cottage a short drive away, located close to a small chocolate-box hamlet, and with Rosemary’s enthusiastic approval, he’d booked it.

He was itching to get there, to spend the weekend getting closer to her in every way he could.

As the car wound around twisting country roads, Ellis thought he might have noticed another SUV following them.

He took a few side roads and still it stuck on their trail, so he drove onto the dual carriageway and slipped away.

Maybe it was paranoia, or knowing how many photographers there had been at Hallowvale, but he wondered if Brody had instructed one to follow him. He’d lost them now, so they were free.

Fig was still figuring out her sleep schedule, having spent a lot of her nights awake in excitement at all the people around, so she continued to snooze in her doggy car seat.

“You have a nice car,” Rosemary said.

“You sound surprised.”

“I thought all Hollywood actors would drive sports cars, I guess. Something flashy. I should’ve known better.” She laughed. “You are not a flashy man.”

“Ha, thank you?…I think.” Ellis grinned.

“We’re almost there,” Ellis said, looking at the satnav. “The couple who owns it said they’ve stocked the fridge for us, and there’s apparently a vegetable garden with more veg than the two of them know what to do with, so they’ve told us to pick and cook whatever we like.”

“Sounds dreamy,” Rosemary said, looking out the window. “I wonder if we’ll spot a willow tit there.”

“A willow tit?”

“Incredibly rare woodland bird. The books I read said there used to be loads of them in the seventies, but their numbers have dwindled. I’ve always wanted to see one. They have these sooty little caps on their heads, but they’re round as robins. A little smaller, though.”

“I’ll be on the lookout,” Ellis said. He loved the duality of this woman: one minute she was talking passionately about how little humanity knows about what lives on the ocean floor and the next minute she was squealing about adorable little woodland birds.

“What do you want to do at the cottage, aside from cooking then?” she asked, too innocently.

“I think you can guess. But there’s no pressure from me, okay? If you just want to hold hands and sleep in separate beds, I can live with that. But I would very much like to fuck you, Rosemary.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Rosemary shifted in her seat.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she whispered.

“We need to talk about boundaries, if we’re going to do this. I don’t ever want to push you into something you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with. Do you want me to be dominant with you?”

“Yes. But only during sex, not outside of it.”

“That’s good for me too,” he agreed. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch you?”

“No,” she whispered, and he felt himself going a little giddy.

“You’re sure, sweetheart?”

“Very sure.”

“ Fuck. And how do you like to come, Rosemary?”

She squirmed in her seat. “I can come from my clit, but I…I come most from penetrative sex. It feels…deeper like that. Sometimes both at once, though. And there is something else,” Rosemary said, nervously. “I haven’t told anyone this before.”

“Oh?”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s not a breeding kink, I don’t know if I would even call it a kink. But when I’m having sex with someone who has a cock, I like it when they come inside me. The feeling of it, I always…I always come from it. And I have an IUD, so it’s safe,” she added.

She was so fucking perfect for him. Ellis’s hands gripped the steering wheel.

“Is that okay?” she asked, and he realised he’d been sitting in silence.

“Rosemary, it is more than okay. It’s perfect, you’re perfect.” His hand travelled to grip her thigh. “In fact, I think you were made for me, love. Everything you want I want to give you.”

“Really?” she exhaled.

“Really.”

“And what about you, Ellis? What do you like?”

“Hmm, let me see.” His hand traced the little hearts embroidered on her jeans, moving higher up her leg.

“I like being dominant, as you know. I like to give my partner pleasure, even if that sometimes means withholding orgasms from them.” His fingers climbed higher, skimming the top of her jeans, popping open a button.

“I like your mouth, Rosemary. I want to see you on your knees, taking me. I’ve been thinking about it for days. I want you to ride my face, and I want to lick that pretty ass of yours as you do it, and I want to come in you and on you and wherever I like. Does that sound good?”

Rosemary hissed as he slipped his hand into her knickers, already so wet for him.

“You’re fucking soaked, love.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I love it, I love that I can do this to you.” Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel.

“All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn’t it, sweetheart? Imagining what I’m going to do to you?” His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumb continued to stroke her clit.

“Mmm, yes,” she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat.

“You want to come for me, love?”

“ Please. ”

Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.

“Ellis,” Rosemary groaned. “Why—”

“Not yet, love. You’ll come when I let you.”

“I could just do it myself,” she groaned.

“But you won’t, you’re so good for me, Rosemary,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her bottom lip, letting her taste herself.

“This is going to be the longest drive of my life,” she huffed.