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  He waited for what seemed much longer than the few seconds it actually was, until she bit back a sob.

  “Yes, dammit, yes, Sir.”

  Not quite right, but it would do.

  “Then come, kitten.” He put the bullet back onto her clit, and she screamed. Then shattered and fell apart in his arms.

  Chapter Eleven

  There was a very persistent fly buzzing in her ear. Shane muttered under her breath, and tried to sit up. The duvet or something had caught her and tangled her so she was stuck. After some effort she managed to jerk one arm up out of the covers and swatted her hand in the direction of that irritating noise a couple of times.

  “Ooft.” The buzzing stopped and restarted again, softer and more irregular than before.

  Ooft? Flies don’t ooft. Flies buzz and…oops. She opened one eye and twisted her head. Ross was snoring gently next to her, his head a few inches away on the pillow, his arm around her waist, and one leg thrust between hers. No wonder she thought she was stuck. His hard body almost covered hers, making even the slightest movement difficult.

  She spent a few moments just looking at him, and letting the delicious memories of the previous day and night sink in. She really had played and made love to her childhood fantasy. Only now he wasn’t a fantasy. He was the real thing. He looked so peaceful, but still so much a man in charge that her heart skipped a beat. If she hadn’t discovered the urgent need to go to the loo, she could have stayed where she was, just looking at him.

  Well no, not quite true, she admitted to herself. She’d be hard pressed not to twist the whorls of hair sprinkled across his chest around her fingers, and follow the arrow of them that lead ever downwards. And then… Shane groaned. It was no use creating hot and arousing scenarios in her head. She had to go to the loo. Very carefully she lifted Ross’ arm off her middle and put in on the mattress.

  He moaned and muttered something she couldn’t hear and replaced it, via her breasts. Shane considered her situation. No, she couldn’t wait for long. She took a deep breath, lifted his arm, edged carefully to one side so his leg no longer held her fast and rolled off the bed and onto the floor. The rug she landed on slid over the polished floorboards and her elbow met the edge of the bedside table with a clunk. She winced as pain—nasty pain—shot up her arm. “Ouch, shit and bugger, that hurts.” She rolled onto all fours knelt up and rubbed the abused elbow.

  “Shane?” Ross peered down at her. “As much as I love you on your hands and knees or kneeling at my feet, I can’t see you there properly. Did we agree on that early morning protocol?” His voice was sleep filled and innocent, the glint in his eyes was not.

  “Ha, ha, not.” Shane scrambled to her feet and resolutely ignored the way he looked at her. As if he were the cat, and she a particularly tasty mouse.

  “Out of interest, what are you doing down there?” Ross asked. “Come back to bed, we’ll sort out what to do, when, later.”

  “I need.” She waved toward the bathroom door, and he grinned.

  “Then don’t let me stop you.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll use the bathroom across the hall and meet you back here.” He swatted her bum, and she growled.

  “Oy.”

  Ross’ laughter followed her as she walked as dignified as you could when you were buck naked and knew you had a drop dead gorgeous man watching your every move. She couldn’t resist waggling her fingers over her head as she reached the en suite, even if she wasn’t sure he was still watching.

  The wolf whistle confirmed he was.

  Shane grinned to herself and spent a penny, as her gran used to say, had the quickest shower ever and cleaned her teeth. By the time she went back into the bedroom, the fire was once more blazing brightly in the grate. She glanced toward the windows. The shutters and curtains were open on a scene from a Christmas card—the sort she’d drooled over as a kid, all sparkly diamonds and icy candles on the trees. It was hard not to clap her hands or high five the view.

  Ross was propped up against the pillows, the duvet across his waist and a mug of something steaming in his hands. “Coffee. Yours is on the table. Come back to bed and snuggle.”

  “Thanks. Er, what time is it?” Shane had no idea where she’d put her watch. She clambered back into bed and picked up her coffee, to sip gratefully.

  “Sex o’clock.” Ross took her mug from her unresisting grasp and set it down next to his. “And we mustn’t be late.”

  He rose over her almost before she had a chance to register how wet she was. His condom covered cock probed her pussy entrance, and Shane lifted her legs to rest her ankles on his shoulder. She loved the idea that he’d been primed and ready for her, and planned his strategy in advance.

  “Ohhh, I have a visitor.” She tried for a femme-fatale eyelash flutter and he winked.

  “A very eager one, are you ready for him?”

  “Oh yes.” Her juices ran slowly over her thighs and gently down her legs.

  “Oh my, you are, aren’t you? Just as well really, he’s more than eager.” Ross pushed into her in one swift and sure movement, and immediately began a steady thrust and retreat. Shane matched his pace and he laughed softly and rested on one hand to use the other one to pinch each nipple in turn.

  He wasn’t gentle and Shane didn’t want him to be. She reveled in the sting that ran through her from breasts to her clit and back again.

  “Play with your nipples, kitten. Hiss and purr for me, show me how you like to tease yourself.”

  Ross moved his hand and pinched her clit, hard enough for her to hiss as he’d asked.

  “Touch your nipples, kitten. I won’t ask twice again.” He withdrew almost to the head of his cock and waited for her to comply.

  Shane wondered if it was worth defying him, just to see what would happen, but one look at his tight features decided that this wasn’t the time to turn bratty. She took hold of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and nipped each one hard. If anyone had told her she’d willingly inflict pain on herself, she would have poo poo-ed them and said they were crackers. But she did it gladly, her touch harder than anything Ross, or indeed Pete, had given her. The ends of her digits were white with the pressure she exerted. Of course Ross noticed.

  “Sweet, kitten, you like that pain, don’t you? Fly for me now.” He pinched her clit so hard she arched up into him, and his cock filled her completely.

  Shane screamed as spots flashed in front of her eyes and her every inch of her body flooded with pain, heat and the sense of Ross. Even through the condom he wore, she knew the second he came.

  He shuddered and hissed between his teeth with a sharp indrawn breath. “Yes, yes, my kitten, oh yessss.”

  Then he slumped onto her, panting. His sweat slicked skin rubbed against her own, and her nerve ends stung. Every touch was like a hammer hitting those nerve ends, so much so even her teeth hurt. But she had no intention of asking him to move. The pressure was proof he was as affected by her as she was by him. It was indeed a sweet pain.

  It could have been minutes or hours before he groaned, gasped and looked up at her.

  “Hell, kitten, why didn’t you tell me to move? I’m squashing you.” He levered himself onto his hands and knees and withdrew from her with a gentle plop. Then he blinked.

  “Fucking hell. Shit and buggery. Oh sorry, kitten, but we have a problem.”

  She knew already. Sticky semen coated her pussy lips.

  Ross held the offending—and split—condom between his thumb and forefinger. “Bollocks.”

  “Well I guess they did have something to do with it.” Shane couldn’t summon up the energy to be angry or at that moment, even worried. “But, it’s happened so now we wait, I guess.”

  “You sound awfully quiet for someone who might be up the duff,” Ross said wryly. “How long until we know?”

  “Ah, now there’s the rub.” Shane wondered why she didn’t feel more embarrassed talking about her time of the month. But then after they’d
shared what they had, it was a nothing to talk about. Sadly not a nothing to worry about once she got her head around the enormity of it. “I am so irregular my gynae lady said I was a bit like that trick question, what’s easier to predict, who wins the ashes or when I come on. We decided it was who wins the ashes by a mile, and neither of us follow international blokes cricket. So, it could be anytime in the next five weeks, or well…” Her voice trailed off. “I could not.”

  Ross was silent for a moment. “And you’re okay with that? It’s your body, kitten, and I’ll abide by what you decide.” He got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll dispose of the culprit.”

  He disappeared and Shane stared after him, nibbled her lip and tutted under her breath. Not a tut-tut how dare you noise. More a hmm, and how do I answer that? As much as she liked the idea of little Rosses or Shanes running around, she didn’t want that yet. Hell, they’d only spent a few hours together. It was much too soon to be thinking of children. She had to get her head around a potential Dom/sub relationship first. If things progressed, that would be one of her first decisions, she was sure. Okay, even though she knew that would be a yes, it would be hard enough to learn what they both needed without morning sickness, a growing belly and heartburn.

  However on the other hand, she didn’t believe in the day after pill. It wasn’t for her. Even if they could have got hold of one. As far as she knew, there was no chemist nearer than the small town near her hotel, and there was no way she’d expect Ross to chance his luck on that road. So wait and see it would have to be.

  “What time is it?” Ross reappeared carrying a damp flannel and a towel once more. “Open up.”

  Shane winked and opened her mouth.

  “Don’t tempt me, kitten. You need your mouth washed out for your language yesterday.”

  She shut her mouth hastily and opened her legs, strangely shy when Ross performed the oh-so-intimate act of cleaning her up.

  “There you are. All clean and cozy.” Ross lifted her up out of the bed and stood her on the rug. This time it didn’t slip. Typical, it only played up for her. “Ten o’clock. Judging by the depth of the snow, I don’t see David and Jess getting back before mid-afternoon, if then. So what say you—we—go and get breakfast, and then talk?”

  If he was trying to put her at ease, he wasn’t succeeding. “Nope. It’s snow angel o’clock. If you can find me some old joggers and wellies, let’s go and make snow angels and a snowman. Then we’ll talk and have breakfast.” And hopefully he’ll know what to say.

  “Should you?” Ross looked doubtful. “You know, just in case?”

  “Argh…” Shane threw a pillow at him. “In case? What, that you get snow down your neck? Count on it if you go on like that. Shrivel your dick and need me to resuscitate it? Oh yes please, Sir, as long as you stop being a prick.”

  Had she gone too far? Tough. It had to be said. Ross narrowed his eyes and stared at her. Shane knew a moment of worry, and the pulse in her neck throbbed its rhythm in double time. Then he gave a very reluctant sounding laugh.

  “I was a bit, wasn’t I? Sorry, kitten, macho male moment. Bear with me. To my knowledge, I’ve never been a prospective father before.”

  “We don’t know that you are now,” Shane said tartly. “And if you are, it’s not even peanut sized, so no need to get all gooey and daddified. I don’t want a Daddy Dom. I want a Ross one.” She stopped speaking and put her hand on her forehead. “Busted, but I’ve got to add, as long as you want me. But I need to know… Why did you decide not to play properly, Sir. I would have done it, you know. If you ask, I’m happy.”

  “I know and I thank you. But we’ve time enough. I’d rather go slowly and have you with me every step of the way. Red was never my favorite color.”

  Shane smiled. “Nor mine. So what now?”

  * * * *

  After a pleasant, cold and damp hour or so making a snowman, angels in the snow and bombarding each other in an impromptu snowball fight, Shane and Ross sat cuddled together on the settee in front of yet another roaring fire, sipping mugs of homemade soup as they listened to the crackle and hissing of the logs as they burned. The joint shower had of course ended in Ross taking Shane up against the wall, until she’d slumped in pleasure. A phone call from the absent Jess and David had confirmed the roads still weren’t open and it wouldn’t be until the next day at the earliest before they returned. As Shane had asked Ross not to mention her, he hadn’t, but the enforced wait was dragging and it grated on Shane’s ‘let’s get things sorted’ mentality. But the expression put up or shut up, stopped her moaning her lot. At least she was with the man she wanted to be with. She looked up at him and grinned.

  “One word from you—well, okay not quite, but you know what I mean—and I go to mush.”

  “Ha, some mush. You, my kitten, are the most ornery sub I’ve ever known and I love you for it. However, you’ve been so determined you need to see Jess first, I can contain myself for a few more days to let you do it. But then, watch out, I’ve a lot of Domming to catch up with.” He ran his hand from her forehead to her chin, and down her neck. The feather-light touch was enough to make her pussy muscles tighten. Of course, Ross noticed and grinned.

  “I so love how receptive you are to my touch, kitten. If your talk goes as you want it to, Shane, will you think about perhaps being properly mine? Partner and sub, and maybe one day soon take it all one step further. Oh, I know we’ve really only just met, but in another way, I think I’ve been waiting for you all my life. Ever since I saw a scrubby school girl with scraped knees peeking at us all, and following us whenever she could like a tiny kitten with claws. Why do you think I did so much skinny dipping?”

  Shane giggled. “You were so worth peeking at. Why do you think I spent so much time falling off my surfboard? Every time you hauled me back on, I got tingles. Okay, I wasn’t sure what they meant, but boy did I enjoy them. And once when I saw you jack yourself off, I thought… Well, if boys can, why can’t girls? That was when I discovered how my clit worked. So I have to thank you for introducing me to self help. It’s come in very…er, handy over the years.”

  Ross snorted. “Glad I was able to assist.”

  She took a deep breath.

  “Sir, however my talk goes with Jess, I’m yours. I just need to know she’s okay, and then I can let go of my past and move into my future with you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Do you ever get that weird feeling that you’re being dissected, discussed and hopefully not found wanting?” Ross asked the dark-haired man who stood next to him. “As in how Domly is your Dom, and how much brattiness can you get away with?” He nodded in the direction where two women sat together, glasses of wine in their hands and heads together, talking as fast as they could get the words out.

  “As long as they’re not comparing dick length or stamina, I guess we can cope,” Ross said. “And if they’re swapping stories of how many times they come in a night or hit subspace, let’s hope to hell they’re equal.” Not that he and Shane had a lot of the subspace scenario for her to talk about.

  Not yet.

  “Yeah. And I’m a bit limited as to what I can demand at the moment.” David sounded distracted. “Oh shit, forget I said that.”

  Ross nodded. “Said what? I didn’t hear anything.”

  David punched his arm in a ‘thank you’ gesture.

  “They’re cooking something up between them.”

  Ross was sure about it. Every so often one of their subs glanced in the men’s direction and giggled. Several times Jess circled her hands in the air, as if she was describing something important and Shane nodded. Then they high fived each other and emptied their glasses before refilling them again.

  “Scarily, I agree.” David tapped his fingers on the chair arm as he acknowledged the truth in Ross’ statement. His eyes crinkled as he looked at Jess. “Subs united should be banned—or at least supervised.” He laughed, and both women glanced toward their men, with simi
lar expressions of brattiness and apprehension on their faces.

  Ross winked and Shane’s worried look disappeared. She had never admitted out loud just how often she’d woken in the night, sweating and thrashing around, with the duvet twisted around her body. Or how she held onto him as if he were her anchor. He’d never pushed her to. The hollow cheekbones and the sunken eyes she’d sported were an indication of how worried she was and Ross had helped in the only way he knew. To be there, push her as far as he could BDSM-wise without breaking his promise and keeping her days—and evenings—busy.

  It had been a tense few days, as the snow didn’t shift, and the farthest they managed out of the castle was to the woodshed. Ross admitted the return of David and Jess to the estate had been a relief—as had the news that this time they’d gotten away with a defective condom. Even though the way her body reacted made Shane cranky and out of sorts, he could cope with that. A massage and a climax worked wonders.

  He’d pretended he hadn’t heard her whispered ‘one day’, when she told him that news. Although they had both promised, ‘no secrets’, some things had to wait to be discussed.

  “Oh, ho, here they come.” David rolled his eyes as the women stood up and walked toward Ross and David. “At least they both look okay.” He’d confided his worry to Ross that chatting with Shane might not be the best thing for Jess, who would have some interesting news for them once Jeff and Kath were back from their holiday with their babies. Ross took this to mean more babies on the way.

  Ross smiled as Shane walked up to him and sat down on a cushion at his feet. It wasn’t something he insisted on, but something she liked to do, and he wasn’t going to stop her. Even in jeans and T-shirt, the position suited her. She dipped her head and his cock twitched. The look of submission made him wish he could pick her up and carry her off somewhere private to show her how he felt toward her.