Chapter 46
LILY - TWO MONTHS LATER - AUSTRALIA
Tropical North Queensland is something else. Something so far from even what England’s summer can offer. I know the constant sunny days and steady heat will vanish when we relocate to Victoria, so for now, a balmy twenty-six degree winter day is feeding my soul.
Resting back on one hand with my feet dangling in the cool water of the pool, I grin as Asher swims past again, doing another lap.
He loves it here, and I can’t blame him. I really have missed the Australian sun. Maybe not so much the spiders though, something that Asher has found fascinating for the two months we’ve been on Australian soil. He especially loves the hairy ones, which I find terrifying.
No spider should be hairy! Or that big!
Glancing down at my phone screen, I continue scrolling through the news articles from England, and how the search for the Crimson Angel and Lily Tipping-Bennett has dried up.
The fact that all digital footprints and known images of Lily and her twin sons have mysteriously vanished, has put a massive hole in the investigation.
The twins are still sulking about having their online presence completely deleted and not being able to be, and I quote, ‘online hot boy sensations’.
My brothers and cousins have had their teams working behind the scenes to delete our past, while I’ve had AJ’s team keeping an eye on Alexander.
He’s still kept his word and hasn’t spilled anything about the day we killed his wife together. The bobbies think it was the Crimson Angel, and as far as all reports go, Alex and Melanie are moving on.
A message pops up on my screen then, and I quickly click into it.
AJ: Here are the medical records for your sisters and cousins you were curious about. I added an extra bonus at the end.
Frowning, I click on the attachment and start reading…
My blood turns to ice as I scan the documents with dates, the words ‘voluntary hysterectomy’, the doctor’s name, which is the same on all of them, and at the bottom of each record is the financial statement, and guess who paid? Ewan fucking Marx.
Then, my hold on my phone turns to a death grip when I read the last document… the bonus AJ was talking about.
It’s for my cousin Quinlan, and it’s a booking form for a hysterectomy early next year with a note:
Patient will be brought in for the pre-surgery consultation the morning of the procedure and consent forms will be signed at that time.
Anger courses through me, and I feel like screaming, yet I can’t bring myself to disturb the tranquillity of this luxurious private house Barrett owns.
I may not be able to reverse what was done to the other women in my family, but I sure as shit am going to do everything I can to stop Ewan from forcing Quinlan to have that procedure.
“Hey,” Asher’s voice startles me, and I nearly drop my phone in the pool. “Whoa,” he chuckles. “What’s got you so locked in?”
His cool, wet hands run up my legs to my hips as he steps between them, looking sexy as sin, all wet and lickable.
“AJ sent those records I asked him for.” I show Asher my phone, and he shakes some of the water off his hand before he takes it and reads the files.
“Fuck,” he hisses a few minutes later, his concerned gaze darting up to mine. “Quinlan is next. I bet she doesn’t even know.”
I nod, accepting my phone back before tossing it up onto the sun lounge under the umbrella.
“I’m going to stop that from happening,” I say through gritted teeth, even though I have no idea how I’m going to do that yet.
“I have no doubt,” Asher smirks, and I can’t help it, I return that smirk with my own.
Pressing close, with the height of the pool ledge, he’s in just the right position as he buries his head between my cleavage, his lips peppering kisses over my heated skin.
I can’t help but giggle as he growls, his fingers digging into my thighs, before they come up to tug the fabric of my bikini top aside, freeing my breast.
My lids flutter closed as he nips at my nipple, before sucking it into the heat of his mouth.
“Asher,” I moan, pressing my chest forward, heat already pooling between my thighs. “They’ll be back in an hour.”
Releasing my nipple with a pop, his heated whisky gaze flicks up to me.
“That’s plenty of time.”
His grin is wicked, and even if Barrett and Devon were only ten minutes away, I’d still say yes. I can’t get enough of Asher Scott, and I don’t think I ever will.
“Let’s make it quick, just in case.”
He does that gravelly growl again, peeling back the other cup of my bikini to give that breast just as much attention, his hands coming up to cup each one in that worshipping way of his.
Tipping my head back, I stare up at the crisp blue sky, not a cloud in sight as pleasure rushes over my body. This man knows exactly how to set me alight, each and every time.
“Spread these pretty thighs,” he rasps as he eases back from my breasts, his eyes falling to the thin scrap of fabric covering my bottom half.
I do as he asks, parting my legs wider, and ignoring the burn of the hot concrete edge under my legs as I give him access.
He wastes no time, diving between my legs, running his nose up the centre of the fabric and inhaling.
“Your cunt is my favourite scent.”
Shit, his words have me parting my thighs wider, and he takes that invitation, hooking his fingers in the fabric and tugging it aside to expose my pussy.
With the first flick of his tongue, I’m lost. Asher eats me so often that he knows exactly how to get me over the line quickly, or drag it out to torture me.
With one hand pressing my leg wider, he goes to town, his eyes staring up to lock with mine as I watch him devour me, and I claw my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I match his lashing tongue with gyrating thrusts.
My moans are loud, and since there are no neighbours nearby, I let myself go, feeling freer than ever with the man I realise I’d been waiting for my whole life.
“Fuck, Ash…” I moan, biting my lip as my climax hovers just out of reach, and the moment he sucks my clit into his mouth, hard and brutal, I come apart, crying out and ignoring the flock of rosellas that burst from the nearby tree at my disturbance.
I’ve barely stopped spasming before Asher drags me into the pool with him, pushing me up against the ledge, freeing his cock from his boardies, and keeping my bikini aside as he slowly sinks in.
We both moan as he fills me, his lips hungry as we kiss, my taste on his tongue making me ravenous, and I start sucking on it, cleaning myself off.
The move has him pistoning into me, stretching me with each deep thrust, until we hear laughter from inside the house.
I stiffen as Asher breaks our kiss, my eyes going wide as he looks over my shoulder, in through the open doors of the living room.
“They’re back early,” he growls, hooking his arms around me and moving us out into the centre of the pool.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-hiss, and his lips kick up as he eyes me, holding himself inside me when I try to wriggle free.
“Trust me, Angel. We just look like we’re hugging.”
I balk as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, hitting all the right spots and sending heat across my skin, even though we are immersed in cool water.
“Thank fuck you still have your clothes on,” Devon mutters as he steps outside, looking out of place in his black pants and shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“Don’t you own board shorts?” I ask him, hoping my flushed cheeks don’t give away what Asher is doing between my legs.
“Why would I need board shorts?” Devon frowns. “I swim nude.”
I roll my eyes, hearing Barrett chuckle from inside as Devon sits on the end of the sun lounge, his gaze turning serious.
“What is it?” I ask, almost forgetting that Asher is stretching me with his thick girth, slowly and subtly easing out and then back in.
“You need to be back in Victoria next weekend.”
Devon’s words have Asher momentarily stilling as he eyes my brother.
“The party isn’t for two weeks,” he says, confused, but Devon shrugs.
“Sunday lunch,” is all he says, and I stiffen.
“They still do that?” I ask, feeling Asher’s hands travel up my back, like he’s offering me silent support.
He knows how anxious I am about seeing all the family again. About seeing my parents.
No one knows we are back on Australian soil except for those that flew back with us from England, and I’ve been thoroughly enjoying this little bubble of paradise we’ve been hiding in, but I’ve always known it would end.
I’m just not ready yet.
“Yes, Lily,” Devon sighs. “Our parents still insist we all go to that pompous restaurant every Sunday to have lunch. And yes, Ewan still holds a monthly Friday night dinner on his estate.”
I roll my eyes because, of course he does.
Thankfully, the Sunday lunches are just for my immediate family, so I guess it will be good to see my parents and sisters before I spring my surprise return at the party.
Shit… It’s all becoming more and more real.
As Asher moves us around the pool, making it look like two people in love enjoying a cuddle in the water, he uses each step to thrust faster and harder, even though it’s unnoticeable to anyone watching.
“Have you told Mum and Dad that I’m back?” I ask, and I’m sure he thinks my strained voice is from anxiety about seeing my family again, and not the fact Asher is building my pleasure with each hidden thrust.
“Nope. Thought it would make a nice surprise,” he shrugs. “Ell and Jen will be over the moon to see you.”
I swallow thickly, my heart flipping at the idea of seeing my sisters again.
“Okay, fine. We’ll head to Victoria on Saturday. Are the winters still freezing?”
He scoffs, “It was fucking eight degrees when I boarded the jet to come up here.”
I shiver at the thought, although back in England, it often gets colder. So much colder.
“Looks like I’ll have to find some winter clothes before we fly back,” I mutter, and Devon nods, standing again.
“See you next weekend, Lil,” he rasps, before jabbing a finger at me and Asher. “Try not to start your killing spree back in Victoria. I’ve had to pay off numerous people and cleaning crews since you’ve been back. If you’re not careful, the detectives in England will track you down.”
I giggle as he strides off, not caring about that in the least.
There are predators everywhere in the world, and someone needs to make them pay.
As Devon steps inside, Asher grips my chin, turning me to face him again, before claiming my lips in a searing kiss.
When Barrett’s and Devon’s voices fade like they have moved deeper into the house, my back meets the tiled wall of the pool again, and Asher starts pounding into me, his fingers pressing to my clit, and I give myself over, knowing exactly what he wants.
He’s become obsessed with coming at the same time I do. Says the way I milk his cock when I orgasm is heaven, and I have to agree.
He swallows my cries, kissing me hard and desperately, and it’s not long before my body starts seizing in a climax that gives him exactly what we both want.