Kip“You really like her, don’t you?” Saxon says as we stand at the till.I touch my card to the reader. “Yeah.”“She’s got that classy, cheeky thing going on. I knew you’d be head over heels as soon as I saw her.”I give him a wry look and pocket the card. “I’m not head over heels. We’ve only just met.” I look outside, where the two girls are waiting. “But yeah. She’s gorgeous. And funny.” My gaze lingers on her as she glances at me. Then I smile at Saxon. “Thanks for coming tonight.”“You’re welcome, and it was fun. We haven’t done this much, have we? Double dated, I mean.”“One of us was always in between relationships.”“Yeah, I guess.”We turn from the till and walk slowly toward the exit. “Did you have any luck with Craig?” he asks.This morning, we had a couple of reporters call to ask for details on the sale of MOTHER to Sunrise. Saxon burst into my office to ask what was going on, and so I had to tell him the stunt that Craig pulled yesterday. Craig called his PA to say he wa
AliceKip stares at me. “What?”“I haven’t had sex,” I say grouchily. “Ever.”“What? You’re gorgeous. How on earth have you got to twenty-five without sleeping with anyone?”I give another long sigh, flattered by his compliment but too annoyed with myself to react to it. “I have family commitments that mean I don’t have much free time. And now I’m twenty-five and inexperienced, and I meancompletely. I haven’t even kissed a guy since I was sixteen.”“Jesus.” He’s looking at me as if I’ve told him I’m a mermaid, with a kind of wondrous disbelief.Then he tips his head to the side, his brows drawing together. “I still don’t quite understand. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be celebrated, surely? When you meet the right guy, you can get to know one another slowly. Any man worth his salt will be patient and gentle your first time.”I scowl. “I’m not in a Jane Austen novel. I’m not able to date right now, and I don’t want to wait for Mr. Right. I hate my virginity. It’s lik
“What? Seriously?”His lips curve up. “Guys like writing their name in the snow.”“Oh my God.”“You can’t see why it’s a turn on to be someone’s first?”“No.” I can’t believe this is happening. “Have you done it before?”“Slept with a virgin? No. I’m intrigued.”“So your first time wasn’t with another virgin?”“No. She was four years older than me.”“Four years!”“She was nineteen.”“You were only fifteen!”He laughs. “Yeah. She thought I was eighteen.”“Jesus. Technically that makes her a pedophile.”He just chuckles. “Guys don’t care about that when they’re desperate to get laid.”“So you were desperate at fifteen? You understand, then, why I’m going crazy at twenty-five?”“Oh, I get it, absolutely. Of course you want to have sex. And I understand that there are obviously complications in your life that make dating impossible. I get why you decided to go on Tinder. And like I said, when we went out tonight, my plan was to hopefully get a second date, because I really like you. But i
KipHer eyes widen. “How did you know?”“How did I know what?”She stares at me for a second, then says, “Oh, nothing.”I have to stop torturing the poor girl. Her eyes are like saucers. But I’m having a lot of fun, and it’s impossible not to tease her.“You’re enjoying my misery far too much,” she says.“Tell me you’re not having a good time.”Her lips curve up then. “Maybe. I’m so glad you don’t mind me asking questions.”“Ask away. Can’t promise I’ll know the answer, but I’ll try.”“Did you mean what you said about showing me everything?”“Well, let’s start with the basics and see how we go.”“What do you mean by the basics?”“Tab A into slot B.”“Oh, okay. I get it.” She sucks her bottom lip. “Can I ask a question now?”“Honey, you don’t have to ask if you can ask a question every time you want to ask a question.”“Right, got it. What does slot C refer to?”“Probably oral?”“And D?”“Anal, I’m guessing.”“Oh, right. Both of which you’ve done, of course.”“Do you remember rule numb
“It hurt your feelings to hear she’s getting married again?”I frown. “No. Not the way you mean it. It depressed me to hear from her, actually. I thought she was out of my life.”“Is that why you went on Tinder?”“A bit, yeah.”“Are you broken-hearted?”“No,” I reply, realizing it’s true. “I’m annoyed, if anything, that she thinks she can say jump and I’ll jump, no questions asked.” Yeah, it’s anger and resentment I’m feeling right now. Not hurt.Alice’s dark-blue eyes study me. Then she gestures at the phone. “So what does she want now?”I pick up the phone, open the message, and read it out. “Just wondering if you’ve changed your mind and you’d like to come over. I’m at the Five Palms.” I put the phone down and look back at her.“Nice hotel,” she says.“Yeah.”“You want to go over there?”“No.”“I’d understand.”“The answer’s still no.”“I bet she knows where the handbrake is.”I give a short laugh. Then I pick up my phone. “I’m not interested in any woman who’d cheat on her partner.
I could go down to reception and see if they have a larger room available. I can easily afford any room in this hotel, and often the penthouse suites and other, bigger rooms aren’t booked out. If I was on my own, I’d definitely do that. But I don’t want to embarrass Alice. And anyway, the only thing we need is a bed, and this one is more than adequate. The wall lights are subtle, and it’s pleasantly warm. It almost feels as if we’re in a tent. I don’t get claustrophobic, and I’m more than happy at the thought of getting up close and personal with this gorgeous girl.She hunches her shoulders. “I did say.” She looks around. “Have you changed your mind?”I laugh. “No.” I take off my glasses and leave them on the chair, go up to her, take her face in my hands again, and kiss her fiercely.“Mmm…” Wriggling out of her coat, she hangs it over the back of the chair, then lifts her arms around me. Still kissing her, I toe off my shoes, and she does the same. Then I bend and pick her up, wrapp
AliceOh no, he wants me to undress. Suddenly nervous, I notice that my hands are shaking as I lift them to unbutton my jeans.He puts out a hand to stop me, though, and lifts up so he’s straddling me, his knees either side of my legs. “That’s my job.”“You’ll never get these off. They’re very tight.”“Maybe, but it’ll be fun to try.” He pops open the button, slides the zipper, and begins peeling them down over my hips.I lie back on the pillows and watch him. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I whisper.I’d seen the way his shirt sleeves stretched over his biceps, so I knew he was muscular, and I was pretty sure he was going to be gorgeous beneath his clothes, but the reality has surpassed my meager imagination. He’s better looking than any guy I’ve seen in any of the porn I’ve watched, more like a male model, all taut and tanned. How on earth did I manage to land a guy like this for my adventure?I reach out a finger and draw it over a tattoo he has on his upper right ar
I start counting in my head, trying to distract myself, but all that means is that I’m aware it takes this gorgeous guy less than one minute to make me come.He obviously feels the approach of my orgasm because he covers my clit with his mouth and sucks. I curl my toes and arch my back as the pulses hit, and cry out, gasping with each magnificent clench of my muscles, until I finally fall back with a groan.Lifting his head, he blows lightly on my tender flesh. Then he lowers his head again and flicks his tongue, laughing as my body jerks.Placing kisses as he goes, he moves up the bed to lie beside me, propping his head on a hand. “This is called the refractory period,” he says. “The recovery phase between orgasms. It’s shorter for women than for men.”I look into his eyes, still reeling from the pleasure he gave me so casually. “How long?”“Usually minutes or even seconds for women.”“And for you?”He shrugs. “Fifteen, twenty minutes? Maybe more now. I’m getting old.” He smiles and t
June 21st (two months later)KipIt’s the winter solstice, exactly six months after I met Alice, and Mum and Dad’s house is full of people who’ve come to celebrate the renewal of Saxon and Catie’s vows and their baby-naming ceremony. Saxon sprung a wedding on her after Christmas while they were on holiday, because he wanted to marry her but knew she’d be overwhelmed by having to say her vows in front of lots of people. However, six months have gone by now, and she’s settled down a lot, to the extent that when he suggested they combine a naming ceremony with a vow renewal ceremony, she jumped at the idea.Dad’s twin brother, Brandon, and my aunt, Jenny, are chatting to Mum and Alice’s mum. Penny has been spending a lot of time with Mum, and I’m so pleased that they genuinely seem to get on well. Penny’s holding one of Catie’s twins and Mum’s holding the other, and the two of them are clearly enjoying themselves.Kennedy’s helping Catie get ready. Her husband, Jackson, with baby Eddie, i
He holds out a hand to me. “Let’s go outside.”Meekly, my head whirling, I let him pull me up and lead me out into the garden. It’s dark now, and a couple of moths are fluttering around the kitchen window, but there’s enough light for us to see each other clearly, and it’s not cold.Still standing, he turns me to face him. “What do you think?” he asks.“I don’t know what to say. I… I’m ashamed Mum feels that Charlie and I didn’t listen to her. She’s right of course. I was determined to make the sacrifice because I thought it was what I should do. But she is still my mother, and she deserves to have a say in it.”I look down at where he’s holding my hands. “But it’s not easy. It would be a huge change for her to move, and I know that change is one thing she really struggles with. When anything big happens, it always makes her unwell.”“That’s fair enough, but we’d make sure we did it in small steps so it didn’t become too overwhelming.” He lifts my hands and kisses my fingers. “Whateve
I glance at Charlie, a little ashamed. She looks back at me, her lips twisting.“I don’t think it occurred to either of you to ask me what I want,” Mum says. “And every time I tried to talk about it, you shut me down.”I stare at her, horrified. Is that true? I suppose it is. She did try to say she wanted to find a solution that would mean neither of us would have to give up the men in our lives, but we both steamrollered over her, insisting we weren’t going to cave.“When I talked to Kip, though,” Mum continues, “he said, ‘What do you want?’ I was so touched I nearly cried.”I glance at him, but he’s looking at her, his lips curving up behind his fingers.Mum looks at me. “As I said, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But I’m not going to let either of you pass up on the chance of happiness with the man of your dreams for me. Alice!” She snaps as I open my mouth. “Please!”I close my mouth again, shocked at her sharp tone.“I know that over the years you’ve had to step up an
AliceI’m absolutely shattered.Charlie’s revelation yesterday threw all three of us into a whirlwind of heightened emotions, and it’s been very difficult to stop them spinning us around.Mum went to bed early last night, exhausted from the whole thing, and the two of us stayed up until very late, checking on her from time to time, both frightened of leaving her alone.“We have to sort this,” Charlie told me at one point, long after the sun had set. “We can’t keep doing this to her.”“I know that,” I snapped. But I couldn’t see a way clear through the thick forest of our problems.In the end, both of us were so tired and irritable and upset that we decided to sleep on it and talk again the next day.I lay awake for about an hour, thinking about Kip, missing him, and feeling miserable, and fighting with myself because he’s my best friend, and I wanted to call him and talk it over with him, and I couldn’t. Eventually I crashed out, slept too long, and I’ve woken with a headache, grouchy
I sigh. “Shit.”“Yeah. She was so happy, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say it. I kept thinking about the baby, and I knew I had to try and make a go of my marriage for the baby’s sake. So I stayed. I told Renée I couldn’t see her again. She texted me occasionally, but we didn’t meet up. I tried, I really did. But Chloe had morning sickness for the first few months, and after that she just didn’t want sex—she said it felt weird while she was pregnant. And then the baby was born, and even a few months after, she still wasn’t interested. I tried to be understanding, and accept she was tired and probably sore, but… I know it makes me a terrible person, but I just kept thinking about how Renée wanted me, and how good she made me feel… And then one day she contacted me again and asked to see me. And I’m only human, Kip. I was lonely, and I know it sounds pathetic and childish and makes me an arsehole, but I was angry with Chloe for not wanting me, and for not taking my needs into acco
KipAfter my long phone call with Penny, I send a text to Sam, the pilot of the Knight Sky, then take my laptop out onto the deck and spend half an hour browsing and jotting down some notes until the doorbell goes. I answer it to find Craig standing there. To my relief, there’s no sign of Renée. I’m tempted to say, ‘So she let you out on your own, then?’ but I manage to restrain myself.“Jesus,” he says, staring at my eye, “what happened to you?”“Don’t ask,” I reply wryly. “Come in.” I stand back and let him pass, close the door, and follow him down the steps. “You want a coffee?”He shrugs. “Okay.”I take it as a sign that he’s planning to stay at least long enough to have a drink, and turn on the machine. “Thanks for coming,” I say as I start the espresso pouring. “I wasn’t sure you’d agree to it.” I glance at him. “Was Renée okay with you coming?” I’m genuinely curious, as I was convinced she’d arrive with him.He sits on one of the barstools and scratches at a mark on the counter.
He puts his arm around her. “It’s amazing,” he says softly. “Thank you.” The last ounce of resentment has vanished from his eyes.“They’re lovely gifts,” Mum tells me. “Well done.”One of the babies—Liam, I think, because he’s wearing red—stirs in the cot, waving his tiny fists in the air.“Can I pick him up?” I ask, and Catie wipes her eyes and nods..“Of course.”I lift the baby out and walk beneath the umbrella so he doesn’t have the sun in his eyes.“Hey, little fella,” I murmur, and he looks up at me with his big blue eyes. He smells sweet, of milk and talcum powder, and when I stroke his cheek with a finger, he grabs it and tries to suck it. I chuckle and look at Saxon, who’s watching me with a smile.I feel a huge swell of relief. It’s the first step to putting things right with the people I love, and it feels damn good.I just hope I can do something similar with Craig and Alice.*I stay for another hour, drinking my coffee and chatting to my family. Then, just before midday,
KipI read it several times, then send it.It’s time to head over to my parents’ house. Dad bought each of us a breathalyzer when we were younger so we could make sure we weren’t over the limit after a few drinks. I haven’t used it for a while as I don’t tend to drink at all when I’m driving, but I take it out of the cupboard and blow into it, relieved to find I’m well under.Taking the presents with me, I get into the Merc and head out into the sunny morning.When I pull up at the house, Saxon’s Aston is already there, gleaming in the sunshine. I pick up the parcels and make my way inside, my stomach fluttering. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the need to apologize for bad behavior.As I pass the kitchen I see Mum there, talking to Pamela as they load a tray with cups of coffee. They both look over as I stop and walk in. Pamela gives a wry smile, and Mum gives me a look that says, ‘What am I going to do with you?’“Morning,” I say, going up to Mum, leaving the parcels on the cou
KipI vomit twice more in the night, but luckily Damon’s there to help me stumble to the bathroom, and to encourage me to drink more water. So when I eventually wake up for real, I feel a tad fragile, but not half as bad as I might have done if he hadn’t been there.I check the time—07:14. The sun is up, flooding the room with pale yellow light. The sky is such a light blue that it’s almost white.The bed next to me is empty, and I can’t hear Damon upstairs.Still no message or calls from Alice, but there are a few others waiting for me. The first is from Damon.Hey bro, I left around two a.m. once you stopped throwing up. Take the Panadol and drink the orange juice, then go apologize to Saxon and Catie and I’m sure you’ll feel better. DThe second is from my father.I’d like to see you here at eleven a.m., kiddo. Make sure you’re not over the limit. Dad xHe hasn’t called me kiddo for years. It’s obviously a reflection of my behavior last night.The third and fourth are from Saxon. The