Chapter 46 #2
His irreverence made her snort, but she shifted readily enough, and straddled him, then shuffled upwards a bit so her tits were dangling right over his face.
“Well, hello,” he said before diving in and lavishing both their fullness and her nipples with his full attention.
It was only a few minutes later she was crouched over him facing the opposite direction, the pair of them sixty-nineing so she could suck him into complete wakefulness.
After that, the rest of the afternoon glided by between bouts of urgent thrusting and catnaps and eventually resolved into evening.
It was dark again out when Paul’s phone lit up and wailed at him while he was rustling them up halloumi burgers naked but for an apron, while Jodi watched him from the sofa, snuggled inside one of his jumpers and a pair of his socks, making occasional remarks about the bounciness of his arse.
Dad: Any chance you could make it over this weekend?
RG: Sorry, no can do. In Sweden. But soon.
There’s someone I’d like you to meet.
Dad: That why you’re avoiding us, son?
RG: I’ve no idea what you mean.
RG: We’ll see each other in Ireland. I’ll be there for the fire festival.
Dad: Samhain?
He replied with a thumbs up.
Dad: Not sooner?
RG: I’m on tour. Sorry, can’t get away.
Besides, Samhain was right around the corner. Less than two weeks away.
“Problem?” Jodi asked when he looked up.
He shook his head and turned back to the grill. “Family stuff.”
“I wondered if the guys had contacted you about my cats?”
He was about to toss her his phone and suggest she message Lee herself for an update, but thought better of it.
He didn’t want to wreck things by burdening her with the knowledge of Nash’s overdose.
Guy was fine, pending a heart assessment, and probably a lengthy lecture from a cardiologist. Her cats hadn’t been mentioned during the update Lee had sent earlier, but it was the work of seconds to ask about them.
The photograph that came back, he instantly turned to her, knowing it would make her smile. Balin was sitting on the tour bus bog, trousers around his ankles, one cat in the sink beside him and the other perched on his shoulder. Lee had captioned it, the pussy whisperer.
“They’ll take care of them until we can collect them.” Meanwhile, Flugwhump was stretched out on his back on the rug by the log fire swatting invisible invaders. “Burgers are done.” He dished up and slid hers towards her across the kitchen table.
Jodi joined him on the perch stools. “Looks great. I love squeaky cheese.”
“Me too,” he agreed tucking in.
He’d cut the halloumi slices thick, so they were extra squeaky, and matched them rather perfectly, if he did say so, with sweet chilli mayo, avocado, and lamb’s lettuce. Plus, a side of mushrooms for him.
The sound of a car outside caused them both to look up. The cabin was set back from the main road down a dirt track driveway. Paul’s brows furrowed.
“What?” she asked, mirroring his concern.
He rose, heading towards the window, muttering under his breath. “He better fucking not have. I told him not to.” A lanky figure humping a large holdall was approaching the door. “You have got to be kidding me.” Sure enough, a rap on the wood followed.
Maybe if he ignored it...
No, there it was again. This time a little more aggressive.
“Should I answer that?” his beloved asked, already putting her burger on her plate, and moving her leg to slip off the stool.
As tempting as it was to pretend they weren’t home, he knew their visitor wasn’t the sort to give up and go away. Fuck it! “Why, Ronnie?” he asked, swinging the cabin door open to admit his bandmate.
Tone-deaf as usual, Ronnie swung his bag off his shoulder and left it by Paul’s feet, before sweeping past him and flopping onto the sofa. “Hey guys. I’m finally here. It’s taken forever.”
“Ron,” Paul muttered through gritted teeth. “Didn’t you get the message?”
“Xane did give me a message, yes. And Alle and Ash suggested I could maybe rethink my plans and go to Spook’s, but I didn’t see why I needed to change plans. Not really. By the way, do you realise your arse is hanging out?”
Paul covered his face with his hand and squeezed his temples. Jodi snickered into her food.
“That’s because my wife was appreciating it.” Also, he’d volunteered to remain naked for the whole of his stay if it pleased her. “You’re not supposed to be here, Ronnie.”
“I am, though. We booked it together, and I really wanted to see the lake.”
“You could have gone to Spook’s and still seen the lake. It’s the same lake. It’s a really fucking big lake.”
“Is it?” Ronnie said innocently. “Well, yeah, I suppose it might be, but...” He got off the sofa.
“I’ll make myself scarce. Promise. You won’t even know I’m here.
Oh, hello, little fella.” Flugwhump leaped onto the table, attracting Ronnie’s immediate attention.
He dived straight in with the ear scritches.
“Ron,” Paul prompted.
Ronnie held up his hands. “Making myself scarce. Doing it right now. Look, see. I’m going.
” He scooped the cat up and headed towards the bedrooms. “Oops, no, not that one,” they heard him say from down the corridor.
“Guys, you need to air your room. This one across the way, maybe? I’ll be across the hall from you guys,” he yelled.
“Great,” Paul replied.
“You told him not to show up?” Jodi remarked, eyebrows hiked.
Paul pursed his lips. He had in fact told him both to his face and through every member of the band not to show up, but here he was anyway, all green and prickly.
“So, I guess we won’t be fucking in the lounge or on the deck, or—”
“We are so doing those things. He’s staying in his room.” He raised his voice. “You’re staying in your room, right, Ronnie?”
“I’m staying in my room,” his bandmate replied.
There was no fucking way he was going to stay in his room. Paul wailed. His wife came to him and wrapped him in a comforting embrace.
“I’m not supposed to be sharing you with anyone besides the cat,” he complained. “But of course Captain Oblivious doesn’t comprehend that.”
Ronnie came out of his room again and grabbed his bag. He made it about four feet with it before he dipped into a pocket and produced a bag of jelly sweets. “Worm?” he offered.
“Ronnie!”
He side-eyed the pair of them. “Okay, no worms. Ooh, what are you having, burgers? Nice.”
“Ronnie...”
“Say,” Ronnie leaned towards Jodi’s ear, while chewing on the mouthful of Paul’s burger he’d just stolen. “Has he flashed you his purple worm yet?”
“Don’t answer that, Castle.”
“It’s mega, right?”
Paul clapped a hand to his own head.
“Still can’t believe I managed to fit the whole of it in my gob.”