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Miles Between Us Chapter 14 ~The Element of Surprise ~

WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Previously in The Reunion

They fitted perfectly, her softness cradling his boneless heap, making him hard as steel again. Some part of his brain must have still been functioning because he jerked and reached out for her bra to cover her when his doorbell rang. Christ! Forcing his body to move with marginal success, he yanked her up and pulled up his jeans.

Claire slid off the table and grabbed her clothes. "Who could that be?"

"That better not be yer uncle or ..." Jamie trailed off, muttering curses under his breath, annoyed at the disturbance as he was just revving up for part two of their lovemaking. When he opened the door, a sense of deja vu hit him when he saw Mrs Fitz standing there with what seemed like a plate of a lemon meringue pie. What the fuck?

"Mrs Fitz!"

The older woman didn't bother to hide her curiosity this time as her eyes tried to peer past his shoulders. "Heard ye have company, lad, and I havenae seen Miss Claire the last couple of days."

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Six Days Later

Claire's heavy eyelids fluttered open, her brain still addled by sleep. It took her a while to gather her thoughts and remember how she'd made it to bed last night. She shifted slightly in bed, but there's a two-hundred-fifty pound of hard-muscled, naked male restricting her movement. Jamie's arm was draped across her waist, securing her against his chest, her legs confined under his heavier ones. She could feel his soft, steady breathing blowing warm air on top of her head, reminding her how well he'd been sleeping the last few nights. There had been no night terrors or unpleasant dreams interrupting his sleep, and she put it down to his workload during the day and their physical activities between the sheets at night.

Today was Friday, and the realisation caused a huge smile to spread across her face. Last night she'd worked late until past ten, and Jamie had found her fallen asleep in front of her laptop in her studio shed. He'd scooped her up in his arms and helped her get ready for bed, and just before sleep claimed her, he'd whispered he had a surprise for her today.

She wondered what the surprise was and guess it would probably be a long lie-in for them and breakfast in bed. Looking back, the past few days had flown by in a blur, packed with work and catching up with her uncle Lamb during nights. Ever since her emotional reunion with Jamie, her work-related things had gone from a shamble of mess to running smoothly. It's as if the universe had decided to grant her reprieve as everyone went out their way to appease her. Even her boss John seemed to have given her space and was allowing her to work in peace. Somehow, deep down, she had a sneaking suspicion Jamie had something to do with it.

It had all began at the start of the week when Jamie had been at work. Tom had stopped by the cottage to hand her a signed contract agreeing to his book's publication. By the time she'd told John the good news, he'd been in his element detailing his main point plan for getting the word out and announcing the book deal to Tom's adoring followers. She'd thought her boss would demand to get her and Tom on the next plane to London, but instead, John had told her he'd arranged a team to fly to Inverness for a formal meeting with their new author. As if that wasn't enough, two days later, Mary had produced enough drafts for Claire to work on and promised there would be more on the way. Her uncle, sensing work was piling, would occasionally stop by either to whip up something to eat or bring food while she'd been ensconced in her studio shed. Not that it was unusual for her uncle to perform domesticated pursuits; however, it's still surprising that he was going the extra mile to help around the house when he had the Highlands at disposal for his adventures being an outdoor person that he was.

It's becoming clear this week was proving to be a period of many turning points. She had no idea what the future had in store for her and Jamie, but she knew something had shifted in their relationship, and it was definitely for the better. Though she's still the same girl who's still trying to find her place in the world and fit in, she knew she'd changed, too. A few months ago, she would have probably backed down from any forms of conflicts, citing life as complicated enough without adding more complications. But she'd learned how to respond, choose fights that are worth fighting for and cast aside that wasn't deserving of her peace of mind. She'd also learned that once in a while, it's good for her sanity to give propriety and rules the middle finger when a situation called for it.

It's hard to believe she's planning her life in the Highlands, the place where her parents had met and found love in each other. In her quest to get to know them more, she'd spent her holidays here to be closer to their memories and live that adventure they'd so craved. Now, she was involved with a man tormented with demons. If her parents were still alive today, she wondered how they would receive Jamie. Would they have been like Jenny or her uncle, suspicious and sceptical of their relationship? Or would they have been happy with her choice just like Willie, Brian, and Ellen have been with Jamie's?

Deep in her heart, she knew that her parents would have taken one look at them and understood that Jamie was special and meant to be her life adventure. From what Claire had surmised from uncle Lamb's stories, her parents have been that kind of people, magnanimous of spirit and always saw the best in others. Jamie was like that too. He'd taken a gamble with her despite their differences and the geographical challenges ahead. Though it seemed she was helping him with his condition, unbeknownst to Jamie, he too was helping her heal the part of her that became an orphan. In some invisible way, he was repairing something in the fabric of her world that had been torn down the middle when her parents passed away. She absorbed that thought and was reminded of what Uncle Lamb once told her, that her father always had a peculiar sense of humour. With that in mind, she'd like to think that just maybe her father had sent Jamie her way on purpose. His way of telling her to let go of the past, not over-think, embrace the Highlands as much as he had and just love.

Lying next to Jamie in bed, she felt totally at peace. They might have had a crisis of faith, but she was confident they'll find their way through whatever path was laid before them. Their love wasn't and probably never going to be easy, given their journey had been emotional, tangled with roadblocks, denials and self-preservation. Still, she wanted to find her way with him. She'd just discovered this strength she didn't realise she had, and Jamie continued to surprise her with his single-mindedness purpose to be cured. Someone once said there's no fulfilment without a bit of struggle. Just like in the stories she hoped to publish one day, the heroes had to break down first and bleed before earning their happy ending. Well, if that's the rule, she couldn't envision facing life's trials and tests with any other person to stand beside her other than Jamie.

Her smile was still in place when her thoughts were suspended by a rush of heat as Jamie's hand coasted over her hip to disappear between her thighs. A sudden thrill shot through her, making her breath catch in her lungs. He shifted the leg holding her thighs down and deftly opened her to his touch, stroking the sensitive flesh in between. She felt his shaft stir against her bottom as she scooted closer to him, eliciting a guttural sound to escape his lips.

"I can practically hear the cogs turning in yer head, Sassenach," he muttered thickly, his breathing turning shallow at the back of her neck. He nipped her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. "What's going on in that mind of yers?"

"Oh, this and that and how you've been sleeping soundly ...these last few nights." She gasped out loud when he rubbed her nub with a calloused thumb. She tilted her head back to look at his face, and her lips were met by a long-drawn, possessive kiss. By the time their mouths parted, she was panting for air and squirming against him mindlessly.

"Christ, ye're ready for me. Why did ye no' wake me up?" He thrust his finger deep inside her, fondling the spot he knew drove her wild and frantic. "Next time ye want me, wake me up."

"I-I couldn't. You were sleeping so peacefully."

He paused his ministrations. "That's no' the answer I was hoping to hear."

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! "Y-yes, next time, I'll wake you up!"

"That's my lass." He sank another finger into her entrance. But as she tried to clench around him, his fingers slid out, using her wetness to coat her nub and gently rub her aching flesh. She wanted to scream at him for teasing her, but he only softly chuckled against her neck. At that moment, she needed to come more than she needed air. She hoarsely whispered his name in a plea for release. "Ach, no' yet, Sassenach ... ye listen better when I'm touching ye." She yelped when he suddenly yanked the covers away and flipped her on her stomach, the crisp morning air caressing her heated skin. "Let me see first that beautiful arse of yers." He shoved a pillow beneath her hips, putting her in a highly arousing position, her face mushed against the mattress and her bottom in the air. "Such a beautiful bum."

"Jamie ..."

He kneaded the curves of her buttocks as he let out a frustrated male groan. "Let us talk first. This is the only time I'm pretty sure ye're no' gonnae argue with me with what I'm about to say. Ye listening?"

"Yes, yes ...get on with it, damn it!"

He laughed out loud just before his lips travelled along the path of her spine, kissing and nibbling her flesh. One hand slid around her belly and down the apex of her thighs, slipping blunt fingers into her folds as his mouth moved to her neck. He lingered there, biting hard and then soothing the sting with a lick of his tongue. Anticipation pulsated within her body, and goosebumps erupted on her skin as the weight of his erection slid against her upturned bottom, and Jamie positioned himself behind her. When he hefted her higher with his forearm, she let out a squeak. "Ye'll no' be working this weekend."

"Jamie," she whimpered. "B-but I can't."

"Oh yes, ye can." Skilled fingers stroke her sensitive nub, and with one thrust of his hips, he completely filled her, taking her by surprise. She nearly screamed, pressing her mouth against the mattress, suddenly mindful of nosey neighbours. She remembered what Jamie had told her about Mrs Fitz and muffled her moans on the covers of the bed.

"Oh, God, this is not fair," she breathed on an uneven exhale.

"I told ye last night, I have a wee surprise for ye. Ye've worked long enough this week. Ye're taking a wee break this weekend." When she didn't respond, he stilled his hips and took out his fingers from inside her. "You need a break, Sassenach. Now, for the love of God, just say yes, Jamie."

When Jamie drew out his hardness and plunged deeply back into her, heart-stopping sensations coursed through her whole body. Something about how he positioned her, the fluid, smooth drives of his movement made her mad with need. She wanted to urge him to go faster, but she clamped her mouth shut. He was deliberately torturing her and forcing her to agree with him. So she decided she was going to get her own back. Contracting her inner walls, she clenched around him. From experience, she knew the more he had to work to push into her, the wilder he would become. Just when she thought she finally got the upper hand, he paused and dropped his weight, stopping just short of squashing her. "No, no, no! Please don't stop!" she wailed.

"Oh, aye." He pushed his lower body tight to her bottom, his erection throbbing inside her. When she tried to wriggle her bum to urge him to start moving again, he firmly gripped her hips in place. "Ah, I ken what ye're up to," he whispered hotly in her ears. "I'm no' taking no for an answer. Ye owe this break to yourself."

"You don't play fair."

"Neither do ye."

Thinking she could compromise later after spending the whole morning with him, she finally conceded. "Fine. Just keep moving, for God's sake!" she hissed.

He let out a pained laugh and pressed his lips on the crook of her neck. "Good lass, ye ken it makes sense." Then cursing under his breath, he moved all the way out in one smooth slide before deliciously gliding deep back. "Christ, I can feel ye want to come, but ye're going to stay with me a little longer. Ye fell asleep on me last night, leaving me with a painful cockstand."

"Jesus, Jamie."

"Aye," he rasped hoarsely into her hair. "I said the same thing when ye wriggled that pert arse against me and fell asleep immediately."

The way his thickness was invading her from an angle almost sent her hurtling over the edge. And it gave her a new appreciation for math. The thought almost made her laughed out loud if it wasn't for the pulsing pleasure between her legs.

"Christ ...look at ye," Jamie gritted, his voice sounding raw and almost severe. "So bloody perfect."

He nudged her legs wider and changed his movements to short, strong strokes, increasing his pace with primitive energy that left her gasping for breath. With the sound of their slapping bodies, the earthy scent of arousal, the sweaty slide of skin, her belly began to tighten and coil.

"I just want to make ye happy, Sassenach," he groaned, bearing down his upper body more, his hips relentlessly pounding into hers. "So just say yes to my wee surprise, aye?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Their voices sounded so far away, and her initial hesitation about taking a break from work almost forgotten. Not entirely, though. She tried to grasp that mental note about emails to be sent, but the hand gripping her hips moved, and fingers slid to rub her nub, stroking and pushing her further towards her peak. She gave in and widened her thighs to let him fill her more. But it left her no time to prepare for the release that shattered her apart, her love for him and the physical pleasure fusing to intensify the sensations blasting through her. It threatened to overwhelm her, but Jamie's presence anchored her as he followed her over, groaning her name, gripping her hips with a fierceness as he claimed her for his.

Moments later, he pulled her boneless body in his arms and tucked her into his chest, tugging the covers over them and curving his front to her back. He held her tightly as the morning light streamed through the windows.

Battling to keep her eyes open, thoughts of work slithered in, but it kept flittering away with her consciousness before she could dwell on it. Maybe just for a minute, she thought. But Jamie smelled so good, and his tender strokes enticed a hazy sleep to claim her muscles, dragging her down into the dark. Just one minute.

As she eased into sleep, his whisper drifted toward her unconscious. "It's still early, Sassenach. Sleep a wee bit more. Your wee surprise will come soon enough."

..........

Claire woke for the second time that morning with an unladylike shriek when the mattress dipped and moved. Muddled, she jackknifed into a sitting position, eyes scanning wildly around the curtain-dimmed room for a trespasser. Claire knew someone was there, her gut instinct telling her it wasn't Jamie. Summoning her eyes to refocus, she collapsed with relief when she realised who it was sat at the foot of the bed.

"Surprise!" Annalise squealed, clapping her hands.

"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" She swiped her bedraggled hair out of her face. "You scared me bloody witless."

"Bloody hell, you're jumpy." Annalise shifted a hip on the bed. "Jamie's bad dreams rubbing off on you now, are they?"

"That's not something to joke about," she glowered at her friend, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Annalise' smile waned a bit. "Hey, what's up? I'm not making fun of Jamie's nightmares, and you know that." Her shoulders slumped. "In case you don't know, bad dreams can happen to anyone. In fact, I had a bad dream a few days ago. I was being chased by a pirate."

Suddenly feeling bad for snapping at her friend, she mentally dispersed the sleep fog in her brain and gave Annalise an apologetic smile. So this was her surprise, she thought. Not that Claire wasn't happy to see her friend, but she'd expected Jamie's surprise to be a romantic weekend with him. She let out a sigh. "Chased by a pirate, huh? Let me guess ...sunken chest and no booty?"

Annalise perked up at Claire's feeble attempt to sound less grumpy. "Har de har har! I didn't realise you could be funny before coffee. A total package for a marauding pirate if I may say so."

"Tell that to Captain Beard," she mumbled, getting out of bed.

"Aye, matey!" Annalise mischievously winked. "That's if he happens to be in Isle of Harris this weekend. Which is where, by the way, we're going, as in, now! So get packing!"

Claire stilled and shook her head. "Wot?" She began to shake her head, tugging the covers around her as she made her way to the dresser. "Oh no, no, no! I'm not leaving this place for any man or woman, including you, blondie! I've got a pile of work to do. You know I have deadlines."

"Oh no, you don't. You stop right there, missy! Have you forgotten you agreed with Jamie to take a weekend break?"

Claire's eyes widened. "Oh, did he also tell you how he got me to agree?"

"No. But you can tell me later on the plane."

"Plane?" Claire dropped her face in her hands. "Oh, God, I can't believe I agreed to this. Jamie never told me anything."

Annalise stood up from where she was sitting and crossed her arms across her chest. "Hmmm, you don't look too happy to be spending time with me."

She puffed out a breath. "It's not that ..."

"We haven't had girly time in ages, Claire. Jamie thought it would do you a world of good to have a bit of fun."

"So now what? You and Jamie plotting and ganging up on me behind my back, is that it?" Claire accused. "What about Willie? Surely, you miss him more than me. When was the last time you saw him?"

Annalise grinned. "Don't worry about Willie. We have been doing a lot of catching up all night last night, and you want to know what he did?"

Claire's face crumpled in disgust as she held up a hand. "Oh, gross! Too much information. I don't want to hear about your sex life."

Annalise laughed out loud. "Fine, I won't discuss our sex life if you start packing now. Besides, you wouldn't want to waste the tickets Jamie worked so hard for, now, do you?"

Oh dear Lord, save me from well-meaning friends! She didn't really want to leave, but if Jamie had spent money organising this trip, she wasn't about to let it go to waste. But ... "How about uncle Lamb? He came to see me, and I can't just leave him."

"He knows all about the trip, and I've been told he's got a few excursions planned around the Highlands."

"Oh, well ...if that's the case, I need to call Mary and John and let them know what I'm up to this weekend."

Annalise grinned. "Jamie's sorted it already."

"Wot?" she exclaimed with disbelief, her hands landing onto her hips. "Jamie's been planning this with you all along, hasn't he?" She shook her head. "I-I can't believe it!"

"You better believe it."

Claire blew out a breath of exasperation. "Fine! Grab my suitcase. It's in the airing cupboard."

"Yay!" Annalise whirled on her feet and pumped her fist in the air. Claire couldn't help but smile as enthusiasm began to wiggle its way through her system. Maybe Jamie was right. She owed it to herself to have a break, and probably a change of scenery was what she needed. After Mary had delivered the goods, Claire had worked herself to the bone all week and sometimes into the wee hours of the morning. She was already in her second round of edits on the extensive manuscripts Mary had submitted and must admit they were indeed making progress. As for Tom, her job with him was done, and the team organised by John should be arriving next week. It was definitely time for a bit of fun.

On second thoughts, though it was generous of Jamie to arrange the trip, it would have been nice if he could come along too. But the idea of Jamie's condition worsening with something as simple as weekend trips away brought a feeling of melancholy to descend upon her. She had no doubt Jamie would be cured, and they'd be able to travel together one day, so she forced herself to shake off the momentary bout of wistfulness when Annalise came bounding back with her small suitcase.

"So ...you talked to Jamie. Where is he, by the way?" she asked, grabbing clothes from the dresser and throwing them in the bed. "He left early this morning."

"Oh! Jamie said he needed to be somewhere important, and he'll see you when we return. Willie will be driving us to the airport." When Claire frowned, Annalise came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, we'll only be away for two days, and you'll see him again Sunday night."

It was apparent to Claire she'd been at a disadvantage waking up to the news of the weekend trip because if Jamie had suggested it a few days ago, she would have definitely put her foot down and refused. Unfortunately, Annalise and Jamie knew her too well; hence they'd planned this trip in secrecy.

Claire absorbed that for a few heartbeats and felt a tad of guilt. It had been a while she'd spent time with Annalise, and once her job was done in London, she'd be living with Jamie. Plus, who knew when she'd have another chance to hang out with her best friend ...just the two of them and in the Isle of Harris at that. Besides, they always had a great time together. There was no sense in spoiling their spontaneous weekend with her stubbornness. She might as well make the most of it.

Claire turned to face her friend and smiled. "Do I have time to shower?"

"Plenty of time," Annalise beamed. "While you get ready, I'll make some coffee. I know what you're like without your cuppa first thing." And with that, she danced out of the room, whistling, leaving Claire to shake her head in amusement.

Later that morning, as they drove past the motorway exit for the airport, Claire shifted restlessly in the backseat of Willie's car, watching the familiar structure pass by in a blur outside her window. She frowned. Willie must have forgotten to take the turn. Uh oh! But before she could say anything, Willie veered to a different dual-carriageway. She tried to relax back into her seat, thinking there was probably a different route to the airport she didn't know of.

Eventually, they pulled to a stop in front of a building that didn't resemble a terminal, but there was an airfield and a charter plane coming out of the hangar. When Willie stepped out of the car, a man with worn jeans, a black leather jacket and a pair of aviators waved. He looked kind of familiar, but Claire was unsure.

"Who is that?" Claire asked quietly.

Annalise followed her line of vision. "Oh, I thought you knew that guy." She frowned when Claire shook her head and squinted to get a better look. "I was told the guy flying our plane was the soon to be famous Highlands' ultimate guide to Scotland." As if on cue, the man removed his aviators and started walking towards their car, a smile plastered to his unshaven face. When he waved at them, Annalise giggled, and Claire's eyes widened in confusion. "You probably can't recognise him from afar ...it's your author, Tom Christie," Annalise announced with a satisfied smile and to her utmost shock. "He's flying us to Stornoway."

What the bloody hell? Jamie arranged this?

Dear Readers,

Thank you all for your readership and the feedback from the previous chapter. I'm super thrilled a lot of you enjoyed it after what I put you all through with Jamie and Claire's roller-coaster journey. I hope it was worth it all in the end.

Speaking of the end, the next chapter will be the last for this arc, and after taking a break, I will start arc three of the WONDERWALL series. I'll keep you updated here. Meanwhile, feel free to speculate what the next chapter will be. Until my next update, wishing you all good health and vibes. X

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2. The Visit

Yawning as she stood upright, Luce kicked the door to the front loading dryer shut and turned the knob to start. Shuffling down the hall while the machine started to rumble, she absently tugged at the hem of her camisole, pulling it further down over the waistband of her shorts, even though she knew it would ride up again soon.

It was Monday, her first day off and after working both Saturday and Sunday night shifts at the bar. She was prepared to spend today doing nothing but lounging around in her pajamas. Reclining back on the couch she grabbed at her bowl of popcorn, taking a handful to munch on as she watched another rerun of 'I Love Lucy'. She pretty much had the house to herself today, though Uncle Manny and his dog, Howard were both present, they were fast asleep across the room and she knew they would be for awhile.

Luce was well into an episode and enjoying herself, laughing at the other Lucy's antics when a knock came at the door. With a groan she climbed out from her cocoon of blankets and crossed into the kitchen.

"Just a second," she called as they knocked again, and she cursed the impatient postman in her head. "What do you need me to sign?" She asked, opening the door. Raising her eyes, Luce found herself looking at not a delivery man, but an Australian man. Standing before her with a smirk was the guest who had been so graciously kicked out of last week's spaghetti dinner.

"Can I come in?" Digger asked, taking his time to study what she was wearing. Already he could feel his jeans becoming tight at the sight of her.

With a roll of her eyes, Luce stepped to the side, letting the man into the kitchen. "Why are you here?" she asked as he paused, shifting his heavy overcoat off his shoulders and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Just make yourself at home," she commented hoping he'd catch the sarcasm as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest, very aware of the fact that she was wearing a tight shirt with no bra.

"Gladly," he replied with a wink as he turned towards her, "Truth is I saw yeh brother's truck was gone, so I thought I'd stop by to return something."

"Return what?" Luce's brow wrinkled with confusion, not sure what he was talking about while watching him reach into his jeans' front pocket.

"I believe these are your's," Digger teased, revealing a pair of blue panties in his hand. He laughed, watching her eyes going wide in reaction, "I was hoping I could trade them in for a fresh pair."

"Give me those!" Luce ordered, reaching forward to grab at the underwear. Digger quickly lifted his arm, holding them over his head and well out of her grasp. Annoyed and not thinking, Luce tried to jump and reach but still failed.

"Told yeh, I'll trade," he repeated, enjoying the view as she hopped, keeping herself braced with a hand against his stomach.

"My dresser is not a lending library," Luce shot at him with a huff as she stepped back, recognizing the futility in her attempts. The man was almost half a foot taller than her, and short of finding a stool, it was not likely she'd be able to reach that far above his head.

"I'm not picky, luv," he began, lowering his arm, "I'll take what's in the hamper."

"Oh, bad luck," Luce taunted, tilting her head to the side as she leaned back, resting her hands on the edge of the counter behind her, "Everything's in the wash."

"How 'bout the pair you got on?" he smirked thinking he had her. Luce looked away for a second, debating if she should respond honestly.

"Who said I was wearing any?" she replied, biting her lip, "I told you, it's laundry day."

It took every bit of Digger's self control to not jump on her right there. Instead he chose to challenge her, "Prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you," he could tell by her impish tone that she was playing with him like a cat toys with a mouse, but Digger was no mouse and he was more than eager to show her so.

"Aww, come on darl'," he goaded, stepping forward, bringing his hand to her hip. As his fingers just barely touched her side she let out an involuntary squeak and giggle, shifting slightly away from his touch. His crooked smirk deepened as he recognized the newly found leverage he had over her. "You one of them ticklish Shelias, then?" he questioned as he lifted both hands to her sides, letting his fingers dance over the cotton of her cami. Biting her inner cheek, Luce fought back the giggles building in reaction to his touch.

Wrapping her hands around Digger's forearms, she tried to push him away, closing her eyes to avoid his gaze as she let out small gasps and laughs every time one of his fingers made contact. He moved closer as he continued to tease her sides.

"Cut it out," Luce finally forfeited between laughs, clinging to his biceps as his hands halted, shifting to grab at her waist instead. She kept her eyes closed, feeling his body heat as he stepped towards her. Biting her lip, Luce fought back a moan as Digger leaned in, his warm breath skimming over her cheek before he pushed his hips into hers, his obvious erection pressing against her stomach.

Her eyes shot open with the sudden contact as she felt a pulse between her legs in response. Luce gasped without meaning to as Digger held her close, grinding his hips against hers. Half lidded, her gaze drifted to his mouth and that became all she could focus on, watching the light glinting off the tip of his gold tooth which peeked out between his lips as he smirked.

In a trance Luce reached up, running her fingers through the bushy, uneven mutton chops on either side of his face, bringing him closer. A groan rumbled from his chest as he let one hand slide down across her bottom while the other kept her pressed against him. Standing on the balls of her feet, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head to the side before taking his lips with hers. Digger tightened his grip, squeezing her ass as he returned the kiss with fervor.

His facial hair scratched her skin as he parted his mouth, his tongue skimming across her bottom lip. Following suit, she opened her mouth in return as she reached up, tugging at the curls on the back of his head, eliciting another groan from him as his tongue explored her mouth.

Luce felt dizzy as he quickly pulled away, giving her no time to ask questions before he wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her over his shoulder. Letting out an involuntary yelp, Luce suddenly found herself upside down and staring at his back.

"What are you doing?" she hissed as he started walking, heading towards the hallway.

"Goin' ta yer room," he stated like it was obvious. "Don't want'a wake up ya gramps when ya start screaming," he explained, lightly slapping her ass as he carried her.

"How do you know where my room is?" she challenged, bracing her arms against his back to keep herself upright and stop the blood rushing to her head.

"Gave myself a tour during the party." Even if she couldn't see his face, Luce could hear his grin while he spoke.

"That explains how you got my underwear," she huffed as he opened the bedroom door, "What else did you take?"

Letting the door slam shut behind him, Digger lowered Luce to her feet. "Don't worry, darl' just ya knickers," he revealed, watching her adjust the hem of her shirt. "Now, where were we?" he asked, stepping in closer.

An excitement hummed through Luce as he approached her, hunching forward to capture her lips. Blindly, she fumbled with the zipper to his track jacket, tugging at the bit of metal before pushing the jersey fabric over his shoulders.

Breaking away from the kiss, Luce gasped, "Oh my god," as she ran her hands over his biceps, amazed by the size now that she could see his bare arms.

With a chuckle Digger reached up, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar before pulling the navy tank over his head in a fluid motion, the gold chains he wore clinking against each other with the movement. Luce gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched, eyeing his physique and the way the muscles shifted under his skin with his movements. Without hesitation she grabbed his arms, turning him around and guiding him to the bed where she pushed him to sit down on the edge.

Tugging the elastic from her wrist, Luce quickly gathered her hair, pulling it back in a messy bun as Digger kicked off his boots. Dropping to her knees, she situated herself between his legs, sliding her hands along his inner thighs and holding his gaze. Without looking away, she gave him a coquettish smile and reached for his belt buckle.

After unzipping his jeans, she slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers, revealing his erection. He was stiff as a board with precum already weeping from the tip as she eyed his notable size. Wrapping her hand around the base, she ran her tongue along the underside before taking his head into her mouth. Spiraling her tongue around his gland, she could feel a gush between her legs as he groaned. Letting his head roll back, Digger focused on the feeling of her mouth around him, sucking and pulling as she moved her head. Slowly Luce pushed forward, taking her time, taking him further into her mouth and letting her jaw adjust to the size as she bobbed.

Digger hissed, reveling in the warmth of her gob around his dick with her fluid movements. He ran his hand along her scalp, pushing the stray hairs out of her face when she finally managed to take his entire length. "Oh fuck," Digger groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Luce tried her best to maintain but quickly needed to pull back, gasping slightly for air. Digger could feel himself twitch, watching her take shallow, panting breaths as a small line of spit trailed from her lips to the tip of his dick while she continued to grasp the base of him.

"In my experience," Digger began, his voice deep and husky as he guided her on to his lap, studying her with his pale blue eyes while he licked his bottom lip, "A bird only gets that good at sucking a guy off with practice." Luce simpered at his comment as she rested her knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him. "Makes me wonder what yer big brothah would say if he knew you had such a talent."

"What John doesn't know, won't hurt him," she indicated with a smirk as Digger ran his hands up her legs, letting the rough callouses on his fingers tickle the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Just like he doesn't need to know about you."

"So I'm yer dirty lil' secret, then?" Digger chafed with a smirk, sliding his palms along her stomach, letting the the hem of her shirt bunch under his fingers as his hands continued to to wander north.

"Dirty? Yes. But Little? No," she replied with a shake of her head, "No, there's nothing about you I'd call little." Shifting her hips, she let her center press against his erection through the cotton of her shorts. Digger groaned at the contact as Luce raised her arms, allowing him to pull her camisole over her head before discarding it on the floor. Instantly he leaned forward taking her nipple between his lips, feeling it pebble as he teased her with his tongue.

Luce let out a low moan when he cupped her other breast. Fondling her soft flesh, Digger savored the way she fit so perfectly into his grasp. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, Digger," she hummed into his ear, letting her fingers drift up to play with his hair.

Releasing her nipple, Digger left a trail of wet kisses across her sternum as he mumbled against her skin, "call me Captain, luv." Luce laughed at his request, urging him to lift his head by tugging on his curls.

"What?" she asked with a chuckle, "Like on your jacket? Do you really love soccer that much?" Moving his hips, Digger rolled to the side, pinning Luce between him and the comforter.

"I'll show ya why they call me Captain," he growled as he hovered over her. "And it ain't because of sports or the tattoo on me ass," he teased, as he leaned forward, bring his mouth close to her ear, moving his hand to tickle at the skin just above her waistband. "It's because I'm going to fuck you so hard, it'll leave a dent in the mattress," he boasted.

Luce could feel herself getting wet at just his words as he began to tug at her shorts, pulling them down her legs while he leaned back. Slowly he let his eyes travel across her form, hungrily taking in the details of how she laid, splayed out beneath him. He studied the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath while biting her lip in anticipation.

"You dirty liar," he chided when his eyes came to rest on the pair of striped panties she wore. He pulled at the elastic and quickly yanked her underwear off her body before stuffing them into the front pocket of his jeans as she giggled. "I'm keeping these," he stated before kicking off his own pants and boxers while Luce watched with a smile she couldn't wipe off her face, gently brushing her fingers along the sides of her breast.

Digger froze for a moment as he gazed at her eager and willing, just waiting for him. He moved on instinct, pushing himself between her legs. He enjoyed how her body fit so perfectly against his as he squeezed her breast and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Nipping at the skin over her aorta, he pushed his hips forward, easily guiding himself into her with a hard thrust.

"Yer cunt's so tight," Digger hissed as Luce moaned in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside of her. He hardly gave her a chance to adjust to his intrusive size before pulling nearly all the way back, leaving just his tip inside her as he spoke. "Tell me what you want," he ordered as he bit at her collarbone, bracing himself with a hand on either side of her head so he hovered just above her.

"I want you," she replied quickly, absently tugging at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.

"What do you say?" he prompted, keeping his arms stiff.

"I want you to fuck me," Luce answered, pausing as she looked him in the eye. "Captain, please," she whined and he gave in. With a hard jerk of his hips, Digger pushed forward, sinking into her. He let out a low groan at the feeling of the tight warmth of her. Pausing, he dipped his his head as he took a moment to enjoy the tense sensation of how her walls gripped him before he pulled back and slammed forward, setting a rapid pace as he moved against her.

Luce lifted a hand to her mouth, biting down on her fore knuckle to try and stifle her moans as she bounced with each of his thrusts. With a growl Digger grabbed at her wrists, pinning her arms to the bed on either side of her head.

"I want ya to yell my fucking name when ya come," he demanded as he shifted, slamming into her her harder than before. Luce could barely keep the sounds she made inside as he moved, the head of his dick rubbing the perfect spot along her inner walls.

"Fu-uck," Luce moaned while he contined to force his hips against her at an unrelenting pace. "Captain-," she gasped, while rolling her head back, clenching her eyes shut and missing his self satisfied smirk as she arched into him. Sliding his hand between them, Digger reached for her clit, pressing hard against her bud of nerves with his broad thumb.

With a yell Luce came undone. Her body tensed around Digger as he continued to move his hips. She went limp, caught in rapture as she let the waves of bliss wash over her, radiating out from her middle. The feeling of her walls spasming around his cock almost did him in. Leaning back, he pulled himself out from within her before stroking his shaft until he came with a low growl. Luce watched excitedly while he finished, his face and body tense as he pumped his hand til he released, his cum landing on her stomach.

"Fuck," Digger groaned as he dropped forward, catching himself with his hand so he hovered above Luce.

"Grab me a tissue," she giggled, slapping at his shoulder, "there's a box on the side table."

Sitting back on his knees, Digger was still in a post-orgasm haze as he looked to the left spotting the box. He easily reached over pulling out two sheets before turning his attention back to her. Without comment he used the tissues to mop up the mess he'd made on her belly.

"Cleaning up your own cum?" Luce asked in a light voice, "You're such a gentlemen." Digger didn't respond, instead he balled the dirty kleenex and tossed it at her face before flopping down onto the mattress next to her.

Luce rolled over, resting her chin on his pectoral as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. She played with the hair on his abdomen, smiling to herself as she studied his profile and enjoyed the quiet moment. Keeping his eyes shut, Digger bent his elbow, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, drawing small circles with his thumb on her skin. They laid together for a moment, resting with each other.

"Ready for round two, yet?" Digger asked, looking to where her head rested on him.

"I've been waiting for you," Luce returned, pinching his chest hairs and tugging. Digger winced before swatting her hand away. He began to sit up when she froze, her gaze immediately jerking to the door. "Did you hear that?" she hissed, her voice uneasy.

"Hear what?" Digger scowled, not understanding why her mood had suddenly changed.

"I heard a car pull into the drive," she explained looking back at him, "you need to go." Digger groaned as she pushed him to sit up. He pulled on his boxers while she moved to collect his boots. "Hurry," she spurred as he picked up his jeans.

"Just let me get dressed, alright?" he said before she cut him off, pulling the pair of pants from his grasp.

"We don't have time for that now, you need to go climb out the window," she insisted, pushing at his chest while pointing to the window on the wall next to her bed. Since this was not Digger's first time having to hastily sneak out a girl's window, he was quite adept at it and able to easily drop to the grass without injury. She was quick to follow him to the window, tossing out his shoes and jeans. He gathered his trousers and pulled them on, carelessly stuffing his feet into his boots as Luce scrambled to gather his clothes from her bedroom floor.

As she leaned out the window to toss the rest of his belongings down, she spotted Digger standing half naked with his pants still unzipped, holding her pair of underpants to his nose as he looked up at her. Luce blushed at the sight before throwing his shirt and jacket at him.

"Nothin' beats the smell of a ripe cunt, darl. I'm not cleanin' me knob or these knickers," he called with a smirk as he held her gaze.

"That's disgusting," she shot back, leaning over the window sill, "and a good way to guarantee that I'll never touch your dick again."

Digger pulled a pained expression as he place his hand flat over the right side of his chest, "You're heartless, luv."

"Go take a shower," she chided, rolling her eyes and pulling down the window pane, leaving Digger to pick up his clothes before running off. After locking the window, Luce climbed under the covers, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she tried to steady her breathing, feigning sleep. Luce could hear the footsteps coming down the hall and prayed they would walk past her door. Her hopes were dashed by the sound of the doorknob twisting open.

"You want to tell me why this was in my kitchen?" Antia asked as Luce turned, peeking over her shoulder. Her sister-in-law stood in the doorway to her room with a hand on her hip, tapping her foot as she held out a worn, dark blue overcoat.

Luce gave a sheepish grin as she sat up, the covers dropping slightly to reveal her bare shoulders. Anita shook her head, all of her questioned answered.

"You better hide this before your brother gets home," she advised as she crossed the room, dropping the jacket onto Luce's bed.

"Thank you, I will," Luce replied in a meek voice. "I'm going to take a nap, so when John comes back tell him not to bother me," she requested as Anita stood at the door.

"Don't worry, I've got you. I'll just tell him you feel sick," she replied with a wave of her hand before pulling the door shut.

Once she was alone, Luce quickly jumped up, grabbing the jacket and throwing it over her shoulders. Sliding her arms into the sleeves, she pushed back the cuffs and grabbed at her comforter, crawling underneath, snuggling into her bed to rest. She smiled to herself, enjoying the smell and warmth of his jacket as she drifted off to sleep.

PART 1

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