31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (31 page)

‘He has an appetite that’s for sure,’ she smiled
with a knowing look that made me blush. She headed over to the kitchen and came
back with a foil parcel. ‘Here’s some spare pies for him in case he’s worked up
an appetite later.’

‘I’m sure I will carrying this one around,’ Dan
responded, totally missing her insinuation. I gave them both a hug and a kiss.
Dan opened the door for me and I stepped back out into a beautiful summer’s day
and breathed in the amazing air. I heard Dan laughing behind me and saw Mrs.
McAdams patting his shoulder. We waved goodbye and started making our way down
the track towards the house.

‘What was that all about?’ I asked.

‘They concur that I picked a good one.’

‘A good one? Like I’m some cow at a farmers market?
Besides it was me that made the first move, not you.’

‘I beg to differ. I fondled your backside getting
you in the Land Rover.’

‘I looked at your erection at the airport.’

‘I think you’ll find that it was me making the
move every single time, while you looked and panted.’

‘Now you’re comparing me to a dog?’ I gasped,
pretending to be all affronted, but I couldn’t be, I
was
panting when I
looked at him all those times, I still panted.

‘Trust me, I was panting too. You have a direct
line to my cock, I can’t get enough of you. In fact I want you again now.’

‘Me too,’ I sighed. ‘But I need to feed Oliver and
put him to bed first.’

‘Don’t worry, whenever you want sex I’ll provide,’
he smiled as he put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple.

I came downstairs with the baby monitor and found
him out on the deck, in one of his new all-weather arm chairs, sipping a bottle
of non-alcoholic beer.

‘You’ve showered,’ I smiled as I saw his damp
hair. He was in a pair of knee length black shorts and a white short sleeved shirt,
his square jaw line free of that stubble I found so sexy, but he was still
devastatingly good looking whatever facial hair he did or didn’t sport. His
golden biceps rose from the edges of his sleeves and reminded me how they’d
held me up in the shower this morning. He smirked, he knew exactly what I was
thinking and patted his lap. I climbed on and put my arms around his neck and
kissed him, savouring the taste of him on my lips again.  ‘I’m falling even
more in love with you every day,’ I sighed, as I pulled back and looked into
his beautiful green eyes.

‘Tell me about it,’ he replied with another tender
kiss. ‘You on your own is bad enough, but seeing you with him too, it just
slays me every time. You’d better not change your mind about me, Ellie Baxter.
Because there’s no way I’m ever walking away again, or letting you push me
away.’

‘Then promise never to keep things from me ever
again, open honest communication, even if it’s on stuff we don’t agree on. I’d
rather argue and clear the air, than us hide things that will come between us.’

‘I’m not hiding anything anymore, I know you may
still need time to fully trust me, but you have to know that you and Oliver are
so important to me.’

‘You didn’t go and see Moira today,’ I observed,
as I ran my fingers around his soft lips.

‘I thought you were all for me not seeing her
anymore?’

‘When you’re ready to let go yes, but equally I
don’t want you feeling resentful or pressured to spend time with me.’

‘I’ve decided to not go on a Saturday, weekdays
only. I have something to show you.’ He lifted me up and deposited me back in
the chair as he disappeared back inside. I bit my lip, he still wasn’t happy
about cutting back his visits. His mum had told me that he’d been having
therapy all the time we were apart, but while it may have helped with his demeanour,
it didn’t seem to have helped with his guilt. He returned with another chilled non-alcoholic
beer, which he handed to me, and a large rolled piece of paper which he spread
across the rectangular table.

‘What’s this?’ I asked, as I shuffled my chair
forwards to look.

‘Architect plans, for the house. You said it
wasn’t suitable, I’m hoping this will work for you.’

‘You had architect plans drawn up in a week?’ I
looked at him amazed.

‘Money,’ he shrugged, before pulling up his chair
to show me what extension ideas they’d come up with. It would add at least
another fifty percent to the house. He planned to build to the right of the
house as you stood looking at it. The ground floor was given up to two generous
sized bedrooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom between, situated at the rear of
the house. They’d have special privacy glass for the main interior wall, so
they could see the view of the loch, or flip a button and make them opaque for
privacy. Between the bedrooms and the glass front of the house would be a large
open plan room with another log burner, which could be used as a games and
playroom, so the pool table in the current house could be moved out and a
dining table put in, with an opening made into the main house. Upstairs would
be a brand new huge master suite, with its own stairs accessed from the
playroom, taking up the entire top floor, with the bed facing the view again, a
walk through wardrobe behind and a large master bathroom. The current nursery
would be changed back into a guest room, with no upstairs access to the new
extension. The enormous master bath would be converted into another guest
bedroom and en-suite.

‘Wow,’ I uttered, stunned at the scope. ‘What
about the current open plan master bedroom?’

‘You’ll need an office and it can be a private
reading area for you as well. Oliver and I will be busy watching movies in the
cinema room, so I’ll have custom bookshelves made for you and we can move all
your books up here. Oliver can move into one of the bedrooms downstairs and we
have two guest rooms totally separate from the new wing and a second one next
to Oliver’s if it’s needed.’

‘You’ve thought of everything.’

‘I want you here with me Ellie, both of you.
They’ll be so much space for him to run around, not to mention the clean air
and it’s safer than the city. I don’t want to miss anything being away from you
both. I want to hear him call me daddy, to help him walk, to have him run to me
to be thrown in the air. I can’t do that if you’re down in London all week and
I only get to see you at weekends.’ He shoved a hand through this hair and
looked at me intently. I took a deep breath as I considered my options. I’d
been worried about work and that had been solved, so had the crossing of the
loch given that the new boat felt more secure, and we had a backup with the old
boat if there was a crisis. The house would have so much room for Oliver to
play and there’d be three rooms for guests plus the boathouse. ‘What’s holding
you back?’ he frowned.

‘I guess just two things. If I was up here all the
time I’d miss Brooke, Molly, John and Edward, plus I’d like Oliver to spend
time with your family.’

‘I’ll fly them up whenever they want to stay.
Until the extension’s built there’s the boathouse and I’ve got my room at the
hotel, or I’ll book extra rooms there or at the pub. There won’t be any expense
for them to incur.’

‘I still love city life too, Dan and there’s a
partners meeting every month on the last Thursday.’

‘So we’ll both return to London once a month, say
from the Wednesday night, or Thursday morning, to the Sunday. You get to be
there for your meeting and to catch up with any friends, or to go out with
Brooke.’

‘What about client meetings? They’re irregular, as
and when.’

‘I told you the plane’s at your disposal, or we
simply fly them here and put them up at the hotel and you conduct your meetings
there, while they have a free break.’

‘Dan, that would cost an absolute fortune,’ I
protested.

‘You need to get it into your head that I earn an
extortionate amount of money, Ellie. Since you landed I’ve earned enough to
have paid for the plane, car and boat with spare change. A few clients a month
in my own hotel isn’t even a drop in the ocean. Why are you finding excuses?
You don’t trust me? You don’t want to live with me?’

‘It’s a big thing Dan. We’ve been dating for less
than a week. Last year we had three days together, the year before four weeks
of constant emotional arguing.’

‘I don’t give a fuck about time scales, Ellie.
You’re the woman for me, I know it, I feel it in my gut. It’s like someone
turns on a light whenever you’re around, everything’s bright and I can see my
future with you mapped out. When we’re apart there’s nothing but a depressing
black hole that I can’t see a way out of, an eternity of bloody misery. I
need
you, Ellie. I love you so much it actually hurts,’ he stated, with so much
emotion in his voice I felt my stomach flip. He stood there with his fists
tightly balled against his sides, his muscles tensed up ready for a fight.

‘I feel the same about you, Oliver Daniel
Davenport and I don’t want our son to have any more time away from you than is
absolutely necessary,’ I replied as I stood up, walked up to him and put my
palms on his chest. ‘I love you, I love how passionate you are about us, about
our family. If it’s really no trouble flying my friends and your family here
for regular visits then yes, I’ll do it.’

‘You will?’ he exclaimed, as he clasped my face
and looked down at me. ‘You really will?’

‘I will,’ I nodded. ‘We need you too. No one has
ever made me feel more cherished, loved or safe in my life and I know that
you’ll give all those emotions and attentions to our beautiful boy. He needs to
have his father in his life every day, just like I do.’

‘You’ve no idea how happy you just made me, Miss
Baxter,’ he sighed as he placed a delicate butterfly like kiss on my forehead. ‘You
won’t regret it, that’s a promise.’

‘I’d better not, or you know I’ll yell “Fuck you
arsehole” down the phone at you,’ I laughed as I slipped my hands around his
waist and held that biteable backside of his. ‘Now about this looking after me
with orgasms deal, do you have a moment now?’

‘I sure do,’ he replied, as his lips lifted in one
corner into one hell of a sexy smile. ‘Come with me.’

‘O, I plan too,’ I replied with a wink, making him
laugh. He took my hand and grabbed the baby monitor and surprised me by leading
me around the side of the house, under the shade of one of the pines trees and
carefully set the monitor on the ground. ‘Take off your jeans, leave your
knickers on,’ he ordered as he straightened up.

‘Here?’ I gasped. ‘What if someone comes to the
house?’

‘They’ll approach from the other side. From now on
during sex you’ll obey me when I give you an instruction, willingly.
Understood?’ The look in his eyes was a mixture of steely determination with a
don’t
fuck with me
aura, combined with burning carnality that turned me on in a
second. I gulped and nodded and started undoing my buttons, as I kicked my flip
flops off. ‘Understood, Miss Baxter?’

‘Yes, Mr. Davenport,’ I sighed as a shiver of
pleasure ran through me. I felt like the sexy secretary who’d been called in
for a telling off, but ended up getting fucked on the desk by the boss. I’d had
that fantasy for a while, never with John though, thank God.

‘Yes, Sir. You’ll address me as “Sir” during
sexual encounters whenever I ask you to.’

‘Not Dan?’ I looked up at him surprised, as I
stepped out of my jeans.

‘Dan’s fine unless I tell you otherwise, right now
it’s Sir.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, as I put my hands on my hips
and tried to strike as sexy a pose as I could, as his eyes devoured me. He was
really taken with my swollen breasts and nipples, I’d deduced other than my
pussy, this was his favourite part of me, though he did treat all of my body
with equality, never discriminating against any part of it. I sighed again, I’d
so struck lucky finding a man so sexually giving as Dan.

‘What are you thinking?’ he smirked.

‘Nothing,’ I shrugged, as I felt my cheeks heat
up.

‘For starters I don’t believe you and “Nothing, Sir,”
Miss Baxter.’

‘I was thinking how skilled you are in making me
come, Sir,’ I replied and watched the flames in his irises dance as his
nostrils flared. His fists balled up at his sides and there was an obvious
protrusion in his shorts. I kept my eyes on it, as his fingers moved to undo
the button, then lower the zip, which he did agonisingly slowly.

‘Tell me what you’d like me to do to you, Miss
Baxter?’ he purred. I shivered again, his voice was as good as his fingers
lightly trailing across my skin, not to mention the whole “Miss Baxter” thing.

‘I’d like you to remove my wet knickers and impale
me with that giant cock of yours, Sir,’ I replied all flustered.

‘You don’t want to come?’ he enquired with a hint
of amusement in his voice.

‘I didn’t think it needed stating, Sir. It’s a
given with you.’

‘Excellent answer,’ he chuckled, as his elegantly
long fingers snuck into his boxers and swiftly released the beast. I took a
sharp breath. His beautiful thick cock had to rank up there as one of my
favourite parts of his body. There again so was his tongue … his abs … those pecs,
that V
, o God … his rugby player thighs, those thighs that made mine
quiver as they kept them so stretched apart. But then there was his gorgeous
face and stunning eyes … o crap, who was I kidding? There was nothing about him
that I didn’t love. ‘You seem distracted. Is there somewhere else you’d rather
be?’ he asked as he slowly stroked himself, his soft head gleaming with
pre-come that I longing to lick away for him.

‘No, Sir. I was imagining how good you were going
to make me feel,’ I replied, as I moistened my lips and moved my gaze up to his
sea green pools that burned into me.

‘Indeed,’ he smirked. ‘Now tell me how wet your
knickers are?’

‘Soaking,’ I moaned. ‘Sir,’ I quickly added, not
wanting to know what would happen if I didn’t obey him.