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  Bryce was too busy sleeping to respond.

  ***

  The smell of coffee wafted through the room what seemed like only a few hours later.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  Bryce opened his eyes as Lorna placed a tray with a steaming mug, toast, sausages, bacon and eggs onto the bedside table.

  “Good morning,” he mumbled in return as he rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed.

  “I’ve put out a new toothbrush and a clean robe in the bathroom for you,” Lorna informed him as he pushed the duvet aside and swung himself off the bed. “Don’t be too long or your breakfast will get cold.”

  “I won’t be a minute,” he promised, making no attempt to hide his huge morning boner as he made his way to the en suite.

  He had every right to be proud of me. I was in full glory and if I didn’t know that he liked his belly more than anything else in the world, I would have had him bend her over the bed.

  He was as good as his word, just having a pee and quickly brushing his teeth before returning to the room. He left the neatly folded, fluffy white bathrobe where she’d placed. My man’s not stupid—he had seen the way her eyes had devoured me when he had thrown the covers back.

  “Get back into bed,” Lorna instructed and placed the tray, which was now on a convenient little table, over his lap. “I’ll grab a shower while you eat.”

  She was wearing a robe that looked similar to the one Bryce had ignored, but in pink. Her behind bounced as she walked away and as Bryce picked up his fork and attacked his meal, I envisioned attacking her from the back while she pushed that glorious ass right back at me.

  Noticing that Lorna had also placed a remote control on the tray, Bryce picked it and aimed it at the large TV on the wall which he hadn’t noticed before.

  He was deep into a replay of a football match when she came back into the room smelling so good I wanted to eat her.

  He didn’t take his eyes off the screen as she towelled herself dry, applied lotion to her skin and pulled a strapless dress over her head. He didn’t notice that the dress had a wide skirt nor did he notice that she hadn’t put on any underwear. He didn’t notice that she had dressed for easy-access fucking...but I did.

  “I’m going down to prepare the ingredients for lunch.” Lorna reached over and took the table off him.

  “Thanks.” Finally remembering his manners, Bryce turned and smiled up at her. “It was good.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She smiled back and it brought out deep dimples in her cheeks.

  How had l missed them before?

  I fucking love dimples...in the cheeks or on the butt...love them.

  “Don’t be too long.” Bryce used the same words she’d used earlier.

  He’d obviously noticed them, too.

  “I won’t,” she promised and walked to the door, the tray with the now completely empty utensils in her hand.

  As soon as the door closed behind her, Bryce jumped up and headed for the shower. I knew without asking that he was getting ready to pounce on her as soon as she returned.

  He and I share some commonalties. Dimples on a woman are our weakness, but he isn’t connoisseur enough to appreciate them anywhere else on a woman. Foolish man.

  By the time Lorna returned, he was propped up in the bed, still watching the match he’d watched the day before but dressed in the bathrobe, freshly showered and shaved.

  Not being in the discomfort...sorry, comfort of his own home, he hadn’t initially planned to shave—preferring to give her beard burn than risk getting razor bumps himself. He had learned through trial and error what worked for him. Seeing the top of the range Wilkinson Sword disposable and the L’Oreal Paris Men Expert products she had laid out had changed his mind.

  Cynic that he was, Bryce had stopped for a moment to try and recall if he’d felt stubble or seen any trace of a five o’clock shadow on her face. She could have bought the products for herself. No, he’d decided with an inner sigh of relief after a minute’s contemplation—her chin was as smooth as her bottom.

  She was just a woman who knew how to treat a man right. Even the toothbrush he’d used wasn’t one of those cheap ‘dozen for £1’ varieties but a battery-operated Oral B. He doubted that it was one she had bought for herself. It was a manly blue; both her electric and manual toothbrushes were pink.

  There was no doubt about it, the items were bought with a man in mind—unlike her living room, her bedroom was ultra feminine. Everything pointed to the fact that she was the ultimate in preparedness.

  “Come here,” Bryce commanded. The words came out more like a caress than the order I’m sure he’d intended.

  She was already getting under his skin and the idiot didn’t even know it.

  She smiled and slowly sauntered closer, her breasts, the swell of her belly and her thighs jiggling.

  Throbbing with anticipation, I watched her come and realized with a shock that she wasn’t the sad, can’t-get-a-man-to-fuck-me victim I’d thought she was. Her body was all compliance, but there was a glow of dominance in her eyes.

  She was an undercover player.

  She would play Bryce’s game until she had him right where she wanted him—like a dealer giving free cocaine to a user to get him hooked.

  “I was tired last night,” Bryce warned as he pulled her onto the bed. “That’s the only reason your brains are still in your head and not splattered all over the walls.”

  “I can’t believe I said that!” Lorna laughed, filling the air with the sexy, throaty sound that seemed to come effortlessly from the recesses of bigger women.

  “I’m glad you did.” Bryce kissed her long and deep. “I like to know where I am with women.”

  “And I like to know where I am with men.”

  “Do you have a medium-sized dildo?”

  “You want to know that because...?” Lorna pulled herself slightly away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

  “I don’t want you getting too sore, too fast.”

  Eh? Since when does he give a fuck?

  He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to be in and out of your pussy for the rest of the day.”

  Ah! I saw past Bryce’s attempt at being solicitous. He needed some backup—her tight pussy had already made a fool of us twice—we needed reinforcement.

  “I have just the thing.” Lorna gave another of her sexy laughs, leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet.

  The toy she pulled from a protective sheath was about half an inch shorter than me but much slimmer. It was made of clear, polished glass and a good replica of a cock.

  “Perfect.” Bryce took it from her and laid it on the bed. Then he rolled, taking her with him, and reversed their positions. “Let’s get down to business.”

  As he pulled the soft top of the dress downwards to free her breasts, Lorna pushed the robe off his shoulders and ran her hands over his back. As he cupped her breasts in his hands and started to nibble on one and then the other, she reached between them and freed me from the folds of the cotton prison that had trapped me but not prevented me from standing proudly erect.

  Her hand closed over me and stroked slowly up and down, firmly but not insistently, as though she instinctively knew that though I craved some attention, coming was not the object.

  I relaxed some of my tension and let her stroke me.

  ***

  Bryce sat back on his heels between Lorna’s spread legs, his left thumb against her clit as he pounded the dildo buried inside her back and forth. Her head was thrown back against the pillows in ecstasy as she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples as he’d earlier instructed.

  Watching her, he felt a sense of power he hadn’t felt since crossing the finishing line ahead of the taller, more popular, more powerfully-built boy in the final of the Under-16s 100m sprint on School’s Sports Day. All eyes had been on the other boy—the gold medal had practically had his name on it. B
ut, although he’d had only the fifth fastest time in the line-up, Bryce had known that if he ran the perfect race he was in with a chance. The gods had been smiling down on him that day. Everything, including the best start of his life, had come together perfectly. Bryce had savoured the moment of stunned silence before the crowd had acknowledged his triumph.

  Nothing in life had come as close.

  Until now.

  Watching Lorna give herself completely over to pleasure made him feel like a maestro: a concert pianist on a Bösendorfer, a gifted violinist on a Stradivarius...giving untold pleasure with the touch of his hands.

  “Suck on your nipples for me, babes.”

  It was the only thing he wanted to do, but couldn’t from his position.

  She complied without question, pushing her left breast upwards and bending her head to take the nipple between her lips. Not all women could achieve that. Her breasts were the big, soft yet firm kind that were perfect for the purpose.

  “Now the other one,” he commanded, increasing the thrust of his hand.

  “Don’t stop.” Ignoring his order, she grasped the sheet on other side of her, lifted her hips off the bed and rotated her hips like she was dancing to a fast paced Soca song until she climaxed with a loud , “Yesssss!”

  “Turn over and let me spank your fat ass for disobeying me,” Bryce threatened and rolled her onto her stomach.

  His tone wasn’t as offensive as that sounded. The word ‘fat’ was more like the complimentary ‘phat’.

  He threw the wide skirt of her dress up and stroked her ass before slapping me against each side a couple of times.

  You call that a spanking, my man?

  Poor, poor Bryce. He was hooked and he didn’t even know it.

  He reached the box of Durex Mutual Climax condoms Lorna had on the table and quickly covered me. Then he positioned himself behind her, raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head.

  “Now back that ass up and fuck me like your life depended upon it.”

  Lorna reached behind and grasped me as she scooted back until the back of her thighs touched the front of his.

  She leaned forward as she placed me at the gateway to heaven, and slowly impaled herself. She moved slowly forward and then back again, wiggling her hips to adjust to my size.

  “I said, ‘fuck me like your life depended upon it’!” Bryce reminded her and brought his hand sharply down on her right ass cheek.

  “Sorry, baby,” she apologized and quickened the tempo.

  Bryce tried to play the ‘dan’, tried to think only of his pleasure while she did all the hard work, but within minutes he had her swinging breasts in his hands and was meeting her every backward motion of her hips with a forward thrust of his own.

  “Fuck, babes, I’m going to come,” he groaned, baring his teeth like a rabid dog. “I’m going to come so fucking...hard.”

  He collapsed onto her back and humped her like the dog he’d looked seconds ago and kept going until I was emptied inside the condom.

  She lowered herself onto the bed and he stayed on her back as he fell into a light doze.

  “Let me get up and cook something,” Lorna said minutes later, moving her shoulders to rouse him when he showed no intention of getting off her. “You can stay and catch a five.”

  “Ok, babes.” Bryce rolled off and buried his face into one of big, soft pillows.

  You’re no cook, but you could have offered to help, I fumed when she quietly shut the bedroom door behind her.

  He ignored me and snuggled deeper into the pillow.

  ***

  He didn’t wake until Lorna put her hand on his shoulder to wake him.

  “Food’s ready,” she said, smiling down at his sleep-lined face. “I hope you’re hungry.”

  “I could eat a horse,” he replied.

  Or two. My man just loved to eat.

  “You’ll have to eat cow instead. The butcher was fresh out of horsemeat.”

  “That will do nicely.” Bryce grinned as he gave himself a good stretch before picking up the robe, which had somehow found itself on the floor, and slipping his arms into the sleeves.

  It was a couple of inches too long for him. He had to tie it tightly at the waist to avoid tripping over the hem. Lorna had obviously had a six-footer in mind when she bought it.

  “I’ll just go grab the steaks. I left them to rest for five minutes,” she told Bryce as they headed towards the dinning room. “Everything’s on the table.”

  “And smells good!”

  Bryce’s stomach rumbled as he took a seat at the table. You would think that he hadn’t eaten since last week.

  “They aren’t big, so I did two for you.” Lorna returned wearing oven gloves and carrying two plates. “I didn’t want to wake you to ask so I did them medium. I hope that’s okay for you.”

  “Just how I like them,” he assured her, his mouth watering as she placed the plate with two fairly large rib-eyes in front of him.

  As ravenous as I knew he was, he shocked me by getting up and pushing the chair in for her as she sat down.

  That pussy of hers must have some kind of strange voodoo powers! Bryce never, never, let a woman come between him and his food.

  “If you keep feeding me like this I’ll go home, get my things and move in,” he threatened as he piled his plate with baked potatoes, roasted vegetables, two nicely brown Yorkshire puddings and ladled gravy onto everything with a heavy hand.

  “I wouldn’t mind.”

  “Yeah right.” Bryce sliced off a nice hunk of beef, swished it around so that it was coated with sauce and popped it into his mouth with an audible sound of appreciation.

  “I’m serious.”

  “Nah.” Bryce stopped chewing and stared at her.

  “I am. Now that my parents have moved back home I miss the company,” she explained. “I could rent one or both of the rooms, but I don’t need the money.”

  Unlike Bryce.

  “Lucky for you,” he grumbled and shoved another loaded forkful into his mouth.

  Just like that he was back to his old, jealous, surly self. She seemed to be rolling in cash while he was drowning in debt.

  “I’m up to my eyeballs in debt,” he explained as the pause lengthened uncomfortably.

  “You could give up your—,” she began.

  “I have a mortgage,” he interrupted, pissed off that she’d assumed he was renting.

  “Then rent it.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  She had to be—offering him everything he desperately wanted on a silver platter.

  “I’m not.”

  Bryce shook his head and continued eating.

  He had massive credit card debt and a huge student loan. He had resigned himself to being in debt until he was forty. The mortgage wasn’t a problem, although he had bought the one bedroom flat when prices were at an all-time high. The market had dropped off, but the property was in a good area. If he could hold onto it, its value would eventually rise.

  “Give it some thought,” she encouraged. “I know I hardly know you but it feels like we were fated to meet.”

  “Fated?” Bryce put down his fork and quickly glanced around as though he was checking for the quickest escape route away from a mad person.

  “We don’t have to have a relationship...if that’s what you want,” she told him. “We could be friends.”

  “Friends?” he queried, doubt coating the word. “What would be in it for you?”

  “Companionship. Cooking for someone else for a change was really nice.” She sighed, stuck her fork into a small floret of broccoli and ate it. “Just having someone else in the house feels good.”

  “And you don’t want me to pay anything?” he confirmed.

  “Nothing. Not a single bill and not for food,” she verified. “You could move in tomorrow if you like.”

  “I’ll have to think about.”

  He didn’t really.

  What was there to think about?
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br />   Even if he stayed with her and kept his own place, he would save on bills and food.

  He didn’t need to think about it.

  He just didn’t want to seem too eager.

  “Take all the time you need.” She smiled as she reached for her Cabernet Sauvignon. She gently swivelled the dark red liquid in the wine glass, the long stem between her fingers, inhaled the aroma and then took a sip. “There’s no time limit on the offer.”

  “What would you get out of it?”

  “As I said before, companionship mainly, but if it would help you financially that would make me even happier.” She smiled at his questioning look. “I know how lucky I’ve been having my parents leave this house to me. My dad was only a bus driver and my mother a school cook, but they worked hard and saved even harder. Paying a mortgage was tough for them. ‘It’s like serving a life sentence’, my mother used to say. They didn’t want that for me.”

  “You’re lucky. My father went back to Jamaica when I was seven...chasing behind a woman young enough to be his daughter. People tell me that I have several younger brothers and sister. My father doesn’t keep in touch, so I have no idea. I’m my mother’s only child, but I was practically raised by my grandmother from the moment I was born. My mother didn’t even...breastfeed me.” He had to pause for a moment to regain his composure. “She didn’t want to spoil her breasts, my grandmother said. She’s here, but she would faster beg me for a pound than give me one.”

  “My mother is the total opposite.” Lorna cut off a sliver of her now-cold steak and chewed it thoughtfully before continuing, “My father would kill for me. I’ve been blessed and I’m looking for a way to pay things forward.”

  Bryce almost choked as his food became lodged in his throat.

  When he had been a young idealist he’d lived by the ‘pay it forward’ creed: helping out at youth centres; mentoring troubled younger boys and helping in his local community in any way he could.

  Then, one evening Rachel Chilton had walked into Forest Gate Youth Centre and into his life.

  She had come to collect her younger brother and he’d made sure that she’d collected his number as well. Of mixed parentage, she had been stunning to look at. He had asked her out to dinner the next Friday, sure that she would refuse. She had accepted eagerly and he’d been flattered, thinking that she wanted more of his company. He’d soon realized that eating out in fancy restaurant was one of her three favourite things; being pampered and exotic holidays were the others. Caught up in the headiness of having a woman of her calibre on his arm, he had changed his life to fit around hers. Within months, he’d no longer had time and money for anything or anyone else.