31 Days of Autumn (17 page)

‘It sure will be,’ nodded Dan, patting his
head.

‘I’ll be down in a minute,’ Mrs. McAdams called
as she disappeared. I heard her speaking to Eva over the baby monitor and kept
biting my lip and checking the opening through to the playroom, waiting for her
to return. The thought of her carrying Eva down those stairs had my stomach
twist in knots. I breathed a sigh of relief when she appeared in the doorway
cradling her.

‘Thank God she’s too old for another, I
recognise that look,’ Mr. McAdams chuckled.

‘Ellie, she’s so bonnie. She looks just like
you. She’s going to break so many men’s hearts.’

‘She’s never going to date if I have anything
to do with it,’ Dan stated. ‘Any guy will have to pass a rigorous assessment by
me first and if he doesn’t meet my standards, he’ll be warned off her.’

‘No one will ever meet your standards for her,
Dan,’ I laughed. ‘Besides, you’ve never mentioned standards for the boys.’

‘He probably has that old-fashioned attitude of
boys have a reputation to maintain, while girls should never have one,’ Jenny
advised, as she kissed the top of Jonas’s blond hair as he slept on her lap.

‘Nothing wrong with that attitude,’ Dan
replied, looking to Mr. McAdams for support.

‘You’re a braver man than me, Dan. The wife
would make my life a misery for the rest of the week for saying something like
that.’

‘Who’s to say I won’t make Dan’s? I think he
needs to remember that he wouldn’t be married with three beautiful children if
I hadn’t made the first move. Nothing wrong with women being forthright about
what they want and going for it. Is there Jenny?’ I added with a poignant look
at her.

‘Alright, alright. I’ll ask Dean on a date,
satisfied?’ she laughed with a roll of her eyes as everyone cheered.

One year later
~ Saturday 5
^th
September

Ellie

I kept an eye on Eva in the lounge as I prepared
dinner for us all. At eleven months old, she’d started cruising, far earlier
than the boys had. I was sure it wouldn’t be long before she started walking. I
smiled as I heard the powerful roar of the speedboat approaching. Dan had taken
the boys out food shopping. Wherever he went, Oliver wanted to follow, although
Jonas had taken more convincing. Much to Dan’s chagrin, he was still all about
me, whereas Eva was a real Daddy’s girl. I tossed the broad beans into the
grill pan, full of the chopped-up bacon and bacon fat, and stirred to make sure
everything was coated. It was a quick, simple meal that everyone loved. I’d
done some garlic bread to go with it, and we had a forest fruit crumble and ice
cream for dessert. I’d laid the table outside to enjoy the last of the
unusually good weather for September.

We’d had an incredible summer. Dan seemed so
much more relaxed. He’d taken on an Operations Director to oversee some of the day-to-day
running of the offices, who worked in conjunction with Stuart, given his vast
knowledge of Davenport Technologies after being Dan’s right hand man for so
long. It had meant Dan could step back a little and spend more time with the
children, which of course they loved. It also gave us more quality time
together. I smiled as I looked across and out of our glass-fronted wall to see
Dan striding up with a couple of bags of food, even with Jonas sitting on his
shoulders. Andy had most of the bags and Oliver was huffing and puffing as he
carried one, too. He always wanted to do whatever his dad was doing.

‘Dada,’ Eva cried, a huge smile plastered across
her face. She started making her way towards the door, clinging to the sofa.
When she ran out of furniture to hold, she dropped to her hands and knees and
crawled at an alarmingly fast pace towards the front door.

‘You do love your daddy, don’t you, darling,’ I
stated with a shake of my head. I couldn’t blame her, he was still as irresistible
now as the day I met him. I cocked my head as I watched him approaching,
dressed in his black jeans and a new version of that blue and white checked
shirt he’d loved so much that first winter. The one I’d been wearing the
morning Pete had turned up with the electrical company guys. However good he
looked in it, my mind was already undoing the buttons, visualising his hard
chest and the ridges of his toned abs. I felt my skin hum with need, not to
mention how my heart melted when he saw us watching him and smiled. It was the
smile of an excited teenager on a first date, not of a man approaching his
fortieth birthday, who’d been in a relationship for six years. I grinned as I
recalled our many debates about how long we’d been together. I insisted our
relationship only started when we were reunited after Oliver was born, but Dan
refused to accept that. He said, categorically, that I was his the moment he
slept with me, regardless of the time we’d spent apart. And I never wanted time
apart like that again. I missed him, and the boys, even when they just went out
to do some shopping.

‘Eva,’ he called as he stepped onto the
decking.

‘Dada,’ she cried, putting her tiny hands up
onto the glass window pane separating them. He lifted Jonas off his shoulders
and set him down, then opened the door. Jonas ran to me, flinging his arms
around my legs and squeezing tightly.

‘Hello, darling,’ I laughed. ‘Did you miss me?’

‘Yes,’ he nodded. I picked him up and gave him
a kiss, watching Dan dump the shopping bags to do the same with Eva.

‘Here you are, Mrs. Davenport,’ Andy nodded as
he set all of the bags he was carrying on the floor next to me.

‘Thank you, Andy, it’s really good of you to
help out.’

‘No problem at all. See you later,’ he nodded,
then headed towards the utility to go back to the security wing behind us.

‘Thanks, Andy,’ Dan called. He gently pushed
the front door shut with his foot and shook his head as Oliver starting
dragging the carrier bag he was in charge of across the floor.

‘What do you have there, Oliver?’ I asked, when
he finally deposited it at my feet with a triumphant grin.

‘I was in charge of the toilet rolls,’ he
beamed.

‘Wow, a very important responsibility,’ I
smiled. ‘Well done, I think you deserve an extra portion of dinner for that,
don’t you?’

‘I do,’ he nodded seriously, ‘and a kiss.’ He
pouted his lips for one, so I set Jonas down and picked Oliver up instead to do
as he asked.

‘I carried far more bags, do I deserve a kiss?’
Dan asked, with a twinkle in his eye as he strode over.

‘I think I can manage a kiss now and a little
bit more later,’ I smiled.

‘Excellent,’ he grinned, leaning in to press
his lips against mine. I sagged a little against his chest, letting out a soft
sigh of contentment.

‘Is it pathetic that I missed you,’ I
whispered, resting my forehead on his.

‘Only if that makes me pathetic, too,’ he
replied. ‘Come on, let’s get this shopping unpacked and eat. I’m starving, and
the sooner I can wear this lot out, the sooner we have a night to ourselves.

I kissed Oliver goodnight and winked at Dan as
he sat on the bed to start his bedtime story. His lips curved up into a sexy
smile as he watched me leave. I headed upstairs and quickly went to our
dressing room and stripped, changing back into a green corset, a pair of green
lace French knickers, and a set of stockings and suspenders. I brushed my hair,
fluffing it up, and applied some Vaseline on my lips. We hadn’t had sex for a
couple of days. Not for lack of interest, on either part, but I’d had my period
and while Dan didn’t have a problem having sex while I was on, I wasn’t that
keen. I was beyond my limit of endurance now though. The thought of his hands
and lips touching me had fired me up all day. I couldn’t wait. I skipped
through to our oversized bed and settled myself in the middle, propping myself
up on my elbows and shaking my hair back over my shoulders as I waited for him
impatiently. It seemed ages before he finally appeared, stalling in his tracks
just inside of the bedroom door as he cast an appreciative eye over my body.

‘Hello, big boy,’ I purred. His grin nearly
reached his green eyes that were full of fire.

‘If I’d have known this was what was on offer,
I’d have refused that extra chapter.’ He didn’t hesitate in pulling his shirt
over his head and tossing it onto the floor. I bit my lip as I took in his
magnificent torso and watched his fingers move to undo the buttons on his
jeans. I felt heat building in my core as I saw he was hard already.

‘I’ve been imagining this all day.’

‘I’ve been imagining it for days,’ he replied,
whipping down his jeans and boxers in one smooth, fluid, and well-practiced
move. I groaned as his turgid cock bounced, feeling myself swell and dampen in
anticipation. I slowly parted my legs, knowing he’d want to settle between them
immediately. He smirked as he stepped out of his clothes and started crawling
his way up the bed towards me. My breathing and heart rate kicked up a notch,
the fine hairs on my arms and neck standing to attention. I threw my head back
with a moan as he kissed my inner ankle. Even with my stockings between my skin
and his lips, I felt the sexual charge flow between us. ‘You. Look. So. God.
Damn. Sexy,’ he whispered between each kiss as he moved closer and closer.

‘You still want me, even after all of this time?’
I asked, my voice having taken on a breathless tone as his lips met the bare
skin at the top of my stockings.

‘I’ll never stop wanting you, Ellie,’ he
murmured, kissing up to the apex of my thighs, making my fingers claw at the
duvet below me. He held my gaze as he ran the tip of his tongue over my
lace-clad mound, making me shudder with need. ‘God, just the sight of you gets
me hard, without even hearing your voice or catching the scent of your arousal.
After you texted me, telling me that you wanted me tonight, I had to walk
around the supermarket sporting a sizeable erection, which of course our son
took great delight in asking about, in his usual loud voice.’

‘Sorry,’ I laughed, ‘he’s at that age. He’s a
nightmare, isn’t he?’

‘Yes, but much as I love him, let’s not talk
about him right now, I want to focus on you.’ He moved closer, his powerful
body hovering over mine as he kissed his way up the hooks on my corset, taking
his time on the fleshy mounds of my breasts heaving over the top. I moaned as
the warmth of his lips and the tip of his tongue started meandering across my
throat and up the side of my neck. ‘Tell me you’re wet, tell me I can drown in
you before I fuck you?’

‘Soaked,’ I confirmed, tilting my head to kiss
his neck. ‘I need you to fuck me hard, it’s been too long. I don’t want soft
and tender tonight.’

‘Excellent,’ he replied as his lips crashed
down on mine, demanding and bruising with the intensity of his kiss. I dropped
back onto the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck, hooking my ankles over his
as I dragged him down on top of me. I didn’t want a millimetre between us. Being
smothered by his warm, hard, muscular body was the most comforting feeling I’d
ever experienced. He rolled onto his side, taking me with him. One of his hands
clasped the back of my head and tangled in my hair, while the other kneaded at
my backside. I could feel his erection laying heavy against my stomach, his
thrusting tongue mimicking what I hoped his cock would be doing to me shortly.
My head was tingling, I was drowning in a sea of ecstasy as he plundered my
mouth. He rolled again, onto his back, and quickly pushed me to straddle his
pelvis, leaving me feeling bereft. ‘Take it off,’ he ordered gruffly, his eyes
hooded as his chest heaved. ‘Slowly.’

‘Yes,’ I breathed. I did as I was told and lifted
my fingers towards the tight corset, releasing the first hook and showing more
of my cleavage. His eyes remained fixed as I popped the second hook, but his
cock flexed down between my thighs, making me shift my hips to press myself
down on it. I needed some friction on my clit desperately. He nodded
appreciatively as the third and fourth hook were released and my breasts
spilled out through the gap, my nipples painfully hard.

‘Fuck, Ellie,’ he groaned, reaching up to pinch
and pull them with his fingertips, making me cry out as a combination of pain
and pleasure shot through my system. I continued to unveil my body as he
groped, kneaded, and squeezed my breasts, licking his full lower lip as he eyed
them up. When the final hook was released, he grabbed the corset and flung it
over his head to the floor, then ran his hands over my stomach and up to my
waist. I cringed slightly as I saw his eyes flit to my second caesarean scar,
which had yet to fade. ‘Don’t do that,’ he growled, anger flaring in his eyes.
‘There’s not an inch of you that I don’t love, these in particular,’ he
confirmed, running the tips of his fingers over the scars on my stomach. ‘They
remind me of your strength and the love you had to carry our children, no matter
what it might cost you. You’re perfection, Ellie Davenport. My perfection.
Never forget that.’

‘And you’re mine,’ I replied, tears forming in
my eyes as I gazed down at him. I ran my hands over his chest, flicking my
thumbs over his nipples, making him hiss. ‘I don’t want foreplay tonight, I
need you inside me, right now.’

‘I’m going to have my face buried between your
thighs tonight, one way or another,’ he warned, making me squeal as he tipped
me off him onto the bed. ‘I’m thinking a hard fuck, then a hot, relaxing bath
to unwind, then I can spend time looking after your greedy little clit.’ He
raised his eyebrows as he waited for my response. I nodded eagerly. Right now,
I’d do anything he suggested. As long as it ended with him inside me, I didn’t
care. I cried out as he palmed my pussy, pressing hard against it. The thin piece
of lace might as well not have been there for the sensation flowing up into my
core. He eased it aside and plunged two fingers inside me. My back arched and
my toes curled as I let out a gasp. ‘Just checking you’re ready for me.’

‘You never have to check. Make me come,’ I
begged, squeezing my muscles around his fingers as he held them still, deeply
embedded in me.

‘I thought you wanted my cock, not foreplay,’
he reminded me.

‘I’m that desperate, I’ll take whatever I can
get,’ I moaned, grinding against his hand, desperate for release. He chuckled
and started to roughly pump them into me, curling the tips to brush over my
g-spot. I wriggled on the bed, my breath coming heavy as my body started to
respond.

‘Jesus, Ellie,’ he gasped as he held my gaze. I
reached down to smother his hand with mine as I encouraged him to move faster
and flexed my hips in time to his thrusts. ‘You’re so close already.’

‘Yes,’ I cried, my other hand moving to squeeze
one of my aching breasts.