31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (41 page)

‘Ok, I know when I’m being ganged up on,’ I
laughed and kissed Oliver, who lay his head on my shoulder. ‘Someone’s probably
overdue a nap as well after all that excitement, he associates baths with
bedtime.’

I called Mr. McAdams as I left the supermarket, so
he could meet me at the shore with the boat.

‘My God, are you feeding an army with all this?’
he asked, as he helped me up to the house with all the groceries.’

‘Trust me, when Dan gets his appetite back there’ll
be no stopping him, I’m worried I haven’t got enough.’

‘Well if you need us to pick anything extra up for
you, let us know,’ he offered, as he put them down on the doorstep.

‘Thanks, we should be fine. Assuming he’s up to it
we’re heading to London on Thursday morning anyway. Tell Mrs. McAdams not to
worry coming down today, Oliver’s still sleeping so I can get on with things
until he wakes up.’

‘Well you know where we are if you need us,’ he
nodded and headed off up the hill. I opened the door and headed in, putting
Oliver into his cot. I was busy unpacking the shopping when I felt a pair of
hands on my hips and lips on my neck.

‘Thank God you’re back, I’m bored to tears. Come
to bed,’ Dan murmured.

‘You lived alone for four years, how can you
possibly be bored after a few hours?’ I laughed.

‘That was pre-Ellie, post-Ellie I’m bored in the
house on my own and I have a sizeable surprise present for you,’ he advised, as
he stepped closer to my body and rubbed his erection up and down my backside.

‘I think even Helen Keller would know what that
was without even using her exceptional braille finger skills.’

‘How about it?’ he asked in a deep sexy tone as he
worked on my weak spot.

‘How about it? You couldn’t come up with anything
more sexy than that?’

‘It’s not as if I have to woo you, you know how
good my cock feels inside you, asking you is just a formality, sex is
inevitable.’

‘Wow, your cockiness is on fire today,’ I laughed
as I spun around to face him and touched his forehead. ‘As are you, still. The
only inevitable thing tonight is you back in bed with a bowl of chicken soup.’

‘Ellie,’ he groaned as he grasped at my backside.

‘Three years of no sex Dan, three whole years. You
can last a few more days until you’re better. I’m not even kissing you, I can’t
afford to get it and look after you and Oliver at the same time, I’m already
exhausted.’

‘We don’t have to kiss,’ he prodded in a last
ditch attempt to change my mind.

‘How about I give you a hand job instead?
But
it’s on the condition that you get that sexy hot body back into bed.’

‘Fine,’ he sighed. ‘Where’s my boy? It’s not
normally this quiet at this time.’

‘Sleeping off his earlier antics. He’s going to be
paying off the cost of Florie’s new carpet for a lot of years when he starts
earning pocket money.’

‘O God he didn’t get a saucepan out of the
cupboard to use as a potty and then drop it on his way back to you again, did
he?’

‘No,’ I chuckled and filled him in on what had
happened.

‘He didn’t eat any did he?’

‘I don’t think so, he was too busy getting it
everywhere. He’s fine,’ I reassured Dan, touched he was so concerned. ‘We
cleaned him up, he had a bath and was all giggly when he came down. That’s why
he’s sleeping, his routine’s all messed up, so I may have to spend some extra
time in his room tonight to get him back to sleep, sorry.’

‘You’re an amazing mother, I’m so in awe of how in
control you are, working, looking after the two of us, cooking, cleaning. I
wish you’d let Mrs. McAdams help more.’

‘She does, she does some cooking for us if I’m too
busy, but she should be relaxing at her age, not cleaning a big house like
this.’

‘Very well, I’ll get someone from the village to
come and clean. Instead of being on your hands and knees scrubbing for all
those hours, you can be on your hands and knees with me working hard behind
you,’ he winked.

‘Did you think about sex this often that winter I
stayed?’ I laughed with a shake of my head.

‘Yes, it feels like I’m back there. Wanting it and
not getting it.’

‘Oooo you … I wanted it then, you were the one who
held back, well now you get a taste of your own medicine. Get upstairs now, or
I’ll put you on an even longer sex ban,’ I ordered, as I fixed him with my
stern gaze, usually only reserved for Oliver when he was on the verge of a
tantrum.

‘Wow, is there any look you can conjure that isn’t
hot?’

‘Stop,’ I moaned as he eye fucked me. ‘You think
it’s easy for me going this long without sex too? Feeling your hands and lips
on my skin, working me into a frenzy?’

‘O God,’ he groaned. ‘Let’s just do it.’

‘No, you can’t cope with anything vigorous in your
state.’

‘We could just have oral sex, that’s not too
vigorous,’ he suggested looking at me hopefully.

‘Like I want you spewing up my vagina? Thanks but
no. How would I explain carrot chunks in my lady parts at the hospital?’

‘When you’re as tight as you are baby, they’d
think your hungry little piranha fanny had chowed down as you masturbated with
a carrot,’ he grinned. ‘I’ve feared for my cock on more than one occasion.’

‘
Stop
with the sex talk and distracting me.
I have soup to make before Oliver wakes up. Go and masturbate and I’ll see to
you later.’

‘Sex bans aren’t supposed to start until we’re
married,’ he replied with a heavy sigh and look of defeat. If he wasn’t so weak
I knew I’d be face down over that kitchen island with him pounding into me
right now.

‘Then it’s a good job we’ll never be getting
married isn’t it,’ I teased, with a hint of sadness behind my jovial front.

‘What makes you think we’ll never get married?’ he
asked, as he looked at me puzzled.

‘They tend to frown on bigamy in this county.’

‘Shit … sorry,’ he groaned as he covered his face
with his hands. ‘Sometimes I’m so damn happy I forget that I’m still married.’

‘It is what it is,’ I shrugged and quickly turned
my back on him as I finished unpacking the food, not sure what else to say.

‘I think … I’d better get back to bed, I don’t
feel great.’

‘Well duh,’ I retorted. ‘Do you need any help?’

‘I’m … fine,’ he replied quietly. I looked around
and he was standing, but bent over hanging onto one of the kitchen chairs.

‘What? What’s wrong?’ I asked, as I dropped the
leeks on the worktop.

‘I’m fine, just a bit dizzy and nauseous.’

‘How many of your drinks did you have while I was
out?’ I asked as I slipped my arm around his waist and helped support him, as I
guided him through to the games room and our staircase.

‘I was busy.’

‘Busy doing what?’ I looked at him and saw a look
of guilt on his face. ‘You’ve been working haven’t you? Did you even have one
of them?’

‘Don’t start I feel like shit as it is.’

‘Oliver Daniel Davenport, you are the most
stubborn man I’ve ever met,’ I scolded, as we slowly made our way up the
stairs.

‘Don’t use my full name like that, it’s so hot.’

‘I give up,’ I sighed as his hand dropped from my
shoulder to squeeze my breast.

Wednesday 29
^th
June ~ Year Three

Dan

I woke up feeling a lot
better, Ellie had plied me with those rehydration sachets last night and I
managed to keep down three bowls of her chicken soup. It was the first morning
I hadn’t woken up clammy, but I desperately needed a shower. She was fast
asleep next to me and I was worried about her. She was sick as well, even if
she wouldn’t admit it, she’d tried to keep the noise down when she was throwing
up, so I wouldn’t worry, but I’d heard, and she looked so tired. As ever
though, she wouldn’t rest until she’d put Oliver and myself first.
How the
hell had I got so lucky?
She wasn’t just beautiful, sexy, intelligent and
quick witted, she was the most generous person I’d ever met, doing everything
for everyone else and rarely asking for anything in return. I’d seen the look
on her face last night when she’d said that we’d never get married, she’d tried
to conceal how much that disappointed her, but I’d seen through her façade. I
hated that the one thing she wanted most in the world I couldn’t give to her.
I’d promised to take care of her, do whatever it took to make her happy, that
was my biggest responsibility, to make sure everything she wanted she had and I
couldn’t even do that. Money had always solved any obstacle I’d come across,
not this one.

I kissed her forehead and slowly got up, testing
my sea legs before heading to the shower. Getting fresh felt good, I tilted my
head back and forth in the mirror as I shaved, with three priorities running
through my mind. Ellie, Oliver and food, in that order and I wasn’t taking no
for an answer from her this time, I was the damn man of the house and it was
time I took back control. Just the thought of being back in charge had me hard
again, she had no idea what going without sex with her did to me. I felt like I
was a drug addict experiencing withdrawals, not only did it get me tense, but
irritable as well. No one had ever made me crave them the way I did her. I
headed back to the bedroom, praying Oliver wouldn’t wake up early and interrupt
us and stood next to the bed and drank her in. Even her naked shoulder, above
the sheet wrapped around her chest, looked sexy. I groaned as I heard a cry on
the baby monitor and her eyes shot open as she bolted upright.

‘You should be a Fire Officer, I’ve never seen
anyone respond to anything as fast as you do to his cry.’

‘I’m sure all mothers do,’ she yawned as she
reached over and turned the volume up. ‘I’d better go and check on him.’

‘Don’t. He’ll cry again if it’s serious, he’s
probably just had a shock when he snored himself awake, he does it a lot.’

‘But what if he’s really awake and needs me?’ she
protested. I smirked when I saw her pupils suddenly expand and her lips part as
she took in a breath, when she realised I was standing there damp, with a small
towel around my waist. Other than naked I suspected this was her favourite
visual of me.

‘I really need you and I’m the one currently
demanding immediate attention, not him.’

‘I ought to just run down and check on him.’

‘Ellie,’ I growled. Damn it, I was in competition
with my own son for her. Well he hadn’t cried again, so he probably had gone
straight back to sleep, but if I was going to keep her from leaving that bed I
needed to pull out my secret weapon, the one thing she couldn’t resist. I
whipped my towel off and heard her gasp as she eyed up my erection. Touchdown!
Dan one, Oliver nil.

‘But you’re still weak, you need to be taking it
easy,’ she moaned as she pulled the sheet tighter around her, like that was
going to stop me. I grabbed it and pulled it straight out of her hands and off
her seriously inviting naked body.

‘It’s been five days, both of us are desperate,
it’s not going to take much exertion to make either of us come. So before he
wakes up, are you going to lie back and spread your legs? Or would you rather
risk it being another four hours until he has his next nap, before I can lie
you down and make you come?’

‘You’re sure you’re up to this?’ she asked, as she
quickly lay back down and parted her thighs making me groan to see that
tempting soft pink flesh.

‘I think you can see that I’m more than up for
this,’ I winked, as I quickly climbed on top of her.

‘No kissing, I haven’t checked your temperature,’
she warned.

‘If giving you this damn bug is the only way I get
to keep you in bed with me, I’ll bloody kiss you all day,’ I warned her.

‘Please don’t, just in case, I miss you so much,
but no kissing. Do me, fast.’

‘Yes ma’am,’ I grinned. ‘Need any foreplay?’

‘Hell no, just seeing you shower fresh in that
tiny towel was good enough for me,’ she exclaimed, confirming my assessment of
her vulnerability to my post showered state, just like that first time she’d
seen me and turned into a stammering wreck in the boathouse. I felt a surge of
pride tear through my body, if ever a man needed affirmation of his masculinity
it was having his woman want him as badly as he wanted her. I sank into her
quickly, me with a groan to feel her moist centre gripping me so tightly, her crying
out as I stretched her. I felt her hands reach around to grip my backside and drag
me further inside her, which had me groaning again. I loved that she couldn’t
get enough of me, that she wanted all of me, and I had plenty to give. Not this
morning though, I was already fighting coming, she completely wrecked me as she
looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes, her breathing coming as
erratically as mine was, and her heated cries of pleasure, which only ramped up
my need to unload in her.

‘You’d better be ready,’ I warned with a grimace,
as I held back for her.

‘Where’s … your … stamina?’ she teased, as she
arched up to meet each downward thrust.

‘Hiding somewhere with my lack of appetite for the
last few days, but I’m warning you I’m …
shit
… I’m feeling better and
as soon as I …
uhhhh
,’ I groaned as the heat of her core and sighs
nearly tipped me over the edge. ‘When I get some food in me and build up my
damn strength we’re going all … O
God,
Ellie … all out dominant, hours
of pleasure,’ I panted. I should fuck on lack of sustenance more often, I was
light headed but it only added to the high.

‘Dan,’ she moaned in my ear, as her lips trailed
across my neck. ‘I’m there, I’m …
there
. God I’ve missed you so much.’

‘You too, baby,’ I confirmed, as I pulled every
ounce of strength left in me to power her to a violent climax, before reaching
my own noisy one and collapsing down on top of her. She held me tightly and
buried her face in my neck.

‘I love you so much,’ she whispered and I frowned
to feel dampness trickling down to my throat.

‘Are you crying?’ I uttered, as I rolled off her
and clasped her face.

‘No,’ she replied with a sniff and a smile, her
cheeks flushed from her orgasm and embarrassment.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I just feel a bit tired and emotional, that’s
all.’

‘Then let me get Oliver up and ready this morning,
I’ve really missed him. I promise other than feeling a bit lightheaded I’m
fine. I’ve not been sick since yesterday morning, I’m over the worst of it.
Maybe it’s just starting to hit you. I know you’ve been sick for the last few
days.’

‘Can we just cuddle for a while?’ She asked, as
tears filled her eyes again.

‘Sure, come here,’ I ordered, as I wrapped my arms
around her, pressing her warm body against mine and kissed the top of her head.
I hated seeing her cry. I felt like I was somehow failing her. ‘Are you upset
about last night?’

‘Last night?’

‘The whole … we can’t get married thing.’

‘O, right,’ she replied and I felt her fingers
stroking my chest, tracing patterns over my heart making it beat a little
faster.

‘So?’ I pushed, wanting to get to the bottom of
this.

‘I’m fine, I’ve known from the start, well from
when I found out your secret, that it wasn’t on the cards for us and I chose to
be with you anyway. I’d love to marry you one day, but I don’t think it’s ever
going to happen, because … I don’t think you’re ever going to be ready to let
go.’

‘Don’t say that,’ I sighed as I kissed her hair
again. ‘I’m trying really hard, you just need to give me some time.’

‘I’m not pressuring you for me Dan, it’s for you. I
worry about you so much, all this guilt you carry inside is no good for anyone.
I hate the idea of you suffering anymore and missing Oliver’s progress because
you’re not here and it scares me to death that you might have an accident
trying to get there in the treacherous winter weather.’

‘I know baby, but I’m careful. I wish I could be
here with you both all of the time, I wish I could give you everything you ever
wanted, you have no idea how much it hurts me that I’m letting you down.’ I
held her even tighter as I heard her take a deep breath.

‘You’re not letting me down, Dan, please don’t
take that burden on yourself as well. I walked into this eyes wide open. You
give Oliver and I so much, you’re an amazing father, lover, friend and partner.
So I may never be your wife, but lots of married people don’t have what we do,
I’m the luckiest girl in the world right now.’

‘God I love you so much, Ellie Baxter. Tell me you
know that?’ I whispered, the emotion inside me affecting my voice.

‘Of course I do, and I love you back the same and
more,’ she sniffed, as she kissed my chest.

‘What can I do to make it up to you?’

‘Well there is this one thing I’d really like,’
she nodded, as she tipped her head back to look up at me, dazzling me with her raw
beauty. She took my breath away each time I saw her.

‘Name it.’

‘Brooke and Molly are planning on getting married
in the registry office at the end of the year, as they can’t afford a nice
venue. I’d love to arrange a wedding for them at the hotel, in that lovely
white cabin you took me to, the one hanging over the loch. Is there any way you
can try and find a slot to squeeze them in? I’d pay for it all, but I’m sure
it’s fully booked and I heard that you kind of have some pull with management,’
she smiled.

‘I do,’ I laughed. ‘You really think they’d be
happy having it there?’

‘Who wouldn’t?’ she gasped, looking at me as if I
were stupid. ‘It’s so romantic, cosy and pretty, with that amazing view. The
photos would be stunning. We could invite their parents and John and Edward.
I’m not sure if Molly has any other friends or family she wants to come, but I
think that would pretty much be it for Brooke, so I’m sure it would be big
enough. Could you try and get me a date?
Please.
’

‘If it means that much to you and makes you smile
again, I’ll cancel someone else’s wedding to fit them in,’ I confirmed with a
kiss to her forehead.

‘No,’ she exclaimed, with a bat of her hand on my
chest. ‘That would be so mean, but even if you have an afternoon wedding, maybe
we could squeeze in for the morning and lunch?’ Her whole face had lit up, she
really was excited about this. If I couldn’t give her a wedding of her own, the
least I could do was help her plan one for her best friends and make it a day
for them to remember. Anything to make my woman happy.

‘You lie in bed, I’ll go get Oliver up and make
some calls about it, while I do us some bacon and egg sandwiches. I could eat a
whole pig I’m that damn hungry.’

‘I want to check your temperature before you go
anywhere near him,’ she warned. I loved how protective she was of my boy, and
me.

‘Fine,’ I sighed and dipped my head to kiss her
and frowned when she turned her head so I got her cheek.

‘No kissing until I know you’re over it,’ she
tutted.

Once she was satisfied my temperature was back to
normal, I pinned her to the bed and spent the next fifteen minutes kissing her
into a blissed out stupor. I looked at her glazed over eyes, listened to her
gentle sigh of contentment and smiled to myself. My work here was done. She was
relaxed and happy again. As eager as I was to sink my new erection into her and
just spend the whole morning in bed, I needed to see my boy and to have
something to eat, before we went for round two of the day. I tucked her up in
bed and headed down to see Oliver. He was asleep on his stomach, one little
hand clutching the leg of one of his teddy bears. God I’d missed him, his
smile, his giggles, the way he rested his head on my shoulder as I carried him,
how he chortled when I tickled him or threw him in the air. Most of all I’d
missed how he’d call me “Dada” and run to me with a big grin when I entered a
room. I knew I should probably wait until he woke up on his own, but I needed
to hold him. I gently picked him up and supported him against my chest, as I
kissed the little roll of fat around his neck and he stirred and let out a
little sigh.