Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One

Will

T he lights from the country house shone out brightly into the dark, casting a glow on the ivy covering the frontage. It was huge and looked luxurious, and I was glad I'd worn a suit instead of just trousers and a shirt. Maya had said no expense had been spared, but that everyone there was relaxed and, in her words, ‘not up their own arses', but I was still glad I'd gone smart. I wanted to make a good impression with her family, because she mattered.

With a deep breath, I ran up the stone steps to the huge double front door that was open to the cool evening air. Inside the grand entrance, which had a tiled floor and wood-panelled walls, people milled around chatting and drinking. On the far side was another set of double doors open to what looked like a ballroom. I could see tables with white cloths and gold and purple chairs, and loads of candles around the room, light was reflecting off the glasses, and it looked exactly like Maya had said; no expense had been spared.

I looked around, over the tops of people's heads, searching for her. She'd said she'd meet me at the door, but I was a little early and I knew what weddings were like. You started to do something, go somewhere, and got side tracked by some relative you hadn't seen in ten years.

"Can I help you?" A tall guy dressed like a butler asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm looking for my girlf—erm, my friend. It's her brother's wedding. Maya Mackenzie."

He nodded once. "Yes, sir, she did ask me to keep a look out for you. If you'd like to come this way." He took a step forward and then looked back over his shoulder. "She got waylaid helping the bride's mother in the bathroom."

I raised an eyebrow, only able to imagine what that meant. "No problem."

He led a path through the tables and past the already packed area to a table at the head of the room. It had a tall candle in the middle with an array of smaller ones of varying sizes placed around it. And there, leaning over a woman who looked like she'd had far too many champagnes, was Maya. She looked beautiful. Wearing a tight, emerald green dress, a shade darker than her eyes, that hugged every single one of her curves, her long hair hung down her back in soft waves. Her arms were bare, and her skin practically glowed in the candlelight. She had gold hoops at her ears and gold bangles on her wrists, and when my gaze travelled down her long legs, my dick stirred. I imagined them wrapped around me while she still wore the high, pointed, bronze coloured shoes that she had on. I just knew she smelled good, too.

"Here you are, sir." He waved a hand towards the table. "Miss Mackenzie."

As he walked away, I took a step closer to the woman who had been filling my head twenty-four hours a day. As if she'd felt me close, her head whipped around, and her eyes locked with mine. The glorious smile that broke out sent my dick fully hard, and I was glad I'd worn boxer briefs to at least keep it under some control.

"Will," my name came out as a gasp as she moved towards me.

As soon as she reached me, she walked into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck and standing on tiptoe to kiss me.

"You look gorgeous," I told her. "Absolutely stunning." I ran a hand down her arm until our hands met, and I linked them together. With her in my arms, my heart expanded, filling my chest until it felt too tight. Everything about her made me want more. I knew that she was what I wanted for my future, for however long that would be, because the idea of a moment without her was too hard to think about. She'd become my reason.

"You don't look too bad yourself." She drew back to look me up and down. "Very handsome."

"Didn't want to disappoint you."

She licked her bottom lip and sighed. "I don't think you could ever disappoint me, Will."

I couldn't resist her pouty lips and kissed her softly. My hand went to the small of her back and pulled her closer. As we got lost in the kiss, there was a danger that I might take it further, and we were at a family wedding.

"We need to stop," I groaned. "Your whole family are watching."

Maya swung her gaze over her shoulder, to the table behind her. Everyone sitting around it was watching us with their mouths hanging open, apart from the drunk woman, whose head was down on the white cloth. It was also clear that they were one family. They all had the same shade of dark hair and the two men staring back at me with huge grins, had the gap between their top front teeth, just like Maya.

Maya sighed. "Okay. I suppose we should do introductions. Will, meet my family. My brothers Jack and Charlie," they both waved, "Jack's wife, Heather, my mum Debra, my dad, Ian and my new sister in law Laura's mum, Paula." She leaned closer. "She's the one asleep on the table." She looked around and pointed to the dancefloor. "And the woman in the gorgeous cream lace dress is Laura and the three kids dancing with her belong to Jack. They are Daisy, George and Claudia."

I looked back to the table. "Hey everyone." I gave them a chin lift and what I hoped was a winning smile. "Nice to meet you all."

"Come and sit next to me," Debra patted the chair next to her, mischief in her eyes.

"Mother," Maya chastised her. "Stop flirting."

"I'm not." She fluttered her eyelashes and pulled the chair out.

"Can he at least get a drink from the bar first?"

Ian stood up and held out his hand. "Please to meet you, Will. What can I get you to drink?"

"No let me."

"I'll be offended, lad," he said sternly but with a smile.

I nodded. "Okay, thanks. Any bottled lager, please."

He asked around the table and everyone gave him their order, before trailing off to the bar. Maya led me to a seat, two away from her mum, and then plonked herself down in the one next to it.

"Great to finally meet you, Will," Jack said, giving me a nod. "We've heard a lot about you."

Maya groaned. "I think I hate you, Jack."

"What. You don't stop talking about him. It's Will this, Will that, Will she ever shut up about him?"

When she narrowed her eyes on him I laughed. The love between them was clear to see, and it hit me how much I'd missed that kind of relationship you got with a sibling. I doubted that there was one like it.

"Leave her alone," Charlie replied, nudging his brother in the ribs. "It's not all the time, just twenty of the twenty four hours in a day."

Heather rolled her eyes and reached a hand across the table. "Nice to meet you, Will. And please ignore the Chuckle brothers."

"It's fine. Great to meet all of you, too. And I have heard a lot about all of you. Most of it good."

"Whatever she said is a lie," Jack added.

"Funny, Maya said exactly the same thing."

"And she's right," Debra said wryly. "These two are always making up stuff about her. In fact, they lie about everything. Have done since they were little. Anyway, Will, tell us all about that lovely daughter of yours. Maya says she's beautiful and very funny."

"I don't know about funny—sarcastic and stubborn more like." I glanced at Maya who was looking at me with her head resting in her hand. I wanted to grab her, pull her across the table and kiss the life out of her. Kiss off all her bronze lipstick and push my hand up her dress and get a handful of her incredible, voluptuous arse.

"She's hilarious," she said, reaching for my hand. "Don't believe him."

"She is funny." I raised an eyebrow. "But she's still sarcastic and stubborn, but she's beautiful, too. I'm very lucky and very proud."

When I looked at Debra, she was staring at me like she was in a trance and then when my gaze moved on to Heather and Maya they had the same look in their eyes. Christ, it was the Maddy effect again. Just me mentioning her got women looking all dreamy.

"You okay?" I whispered to Maya. "Your eyes have gone a bit glazed."

She gave a happy sigh. "Yes, just the way you talk about her. It's so swoony."

I burst out laughing. "Swoony?"

"That's the word," Debra chipped in, pointing a finger at Maya. "Swoony. Very swoony."

"Very," Heather added and then nudged Jack. "Why can't you be swoony?"

"I'm swoony," he protested. "I swooned you easily enough this morning before the kids woke up."

"I swooned Laura after the ceremony," Charlie added, wiggling his eyebrows. "Just before the photos."

Everyone burst out laughing, while his mum threw a napkin at him, cursing him for being the crudest, most annoying of her children. Ian then appeared back with a tray of drinks.

"What's going on here then?" he asked. "What's all the laughing about?"

"Your son," Maya told him. "The one who is such a disappointment to you and Mum."

Ian didn't even look up but shook his head and said, "For feck's sake, Charlie, what have you been up to now?"

As soon as Maya opened the bedroom door, we stumbled into the room, lips locked as she grabbed at my clothes.

"Fuck, Maya, I've been wanting to get this dress off you all night."

"I've been wanting to take it off for you all night." She threw my jacket onto the floor. "I didn't think Charlie and Laura would ever leave."

"That was the longest last dance of last dances," I said, in between kissing her pouty lips.

"I'm so wet for you, Will." She gasped as I pushed my hand up her dress and ran my thumb over the top of her knickers. "We need to be naked."

I pulled the zip down and then shoved it off her shoulders. She wiggled out of it, and I felt my dick go steel hard. She was a vision.

"Shit, Maya, you're incredible."

Her bra was the same green as her dress, as was the tiny scrap of lace covering what I was sure would be a perfect pussy, seeing as the weekend before her period had stopped me getting a look at it. Her tits were high and full, and she had a gentle curve to her hips, and I was entranced by a small heart tattooed just above her right one.

Maya didn't speak but reached for me and pulled at the buttons on my shirt, tugging them open as quickly as her fingers would allow. I shrugged it off, pulling it over my wrists without opening the cuffs. As soon as I was rid of it, I went for the belt on my trousers. Maya shoved my hands out of the way and grabbed at it.

"Will, you need to hurry and get your clothes off," she cried, going for the button on my trousers.

Within seconds they were undone, so I toed off my shoes and socks and then let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with my jacket and shirt.

"Oh my God," Maya put her hand to the back of my head and pulled me to her.

The kiss was fervent. Our limbs tangled as desperation overpowered us, anxious to be inside her but panicked about it being over. I had never wanted something or someone so much in all my life and as her delicate fingers scorched a path over my skin, I thought my heart might explode with the speed it was drumming.

"Your body," she gasped. "It's…" She ran her fingers down my flat stomach, along the ridges of muscle I earned through lugging beer barrels around.

I put my fingertips in the elastic of her knickers and, dropping to my knees, pulled them down her long, legs, still lightly tanned. As she stepped out of them, I lifted my face to her pussy with the thin strip of hair, and grabbing her hips pulled her to me. Inhaling her the sweet smell of her desire mixed with whatever perfume or cream she rubbed into her skin, gave me a rush like I was sure no drug could.

"Open your legs," I groaned. "I need to taste you."

She did as I asked, and I felt the ground beneath me shift. With one long sweep of my tongue, I savoured her, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from her. She was sweet and warm, and I wanted to lick her dry and then get her wet all over again.

"Oh my…" Maya threw her head back, pushing her pelvis forward, eager for more. "Will, I think I need you to fuck me now."

"I think that would be a great idea."

Standing, I put my shoulder against her stomach and lifted her up, marching us to the bed. Dropping her down to the mattress, I yanked my boxer briefs down and stood tall, looking over her.

"Get that bra off," I demanded. "Now."

Fisting my dick, I watched her as she reached behind and unhooked it, letting her full breasts spill free. Her nipples were brown, perfectly round and totally suckable. Bending down, I took one into my mouth, licking my tongue around and around the tight bud, as Maya writhed in pleasure beneath me.

"So damn gorgeous and sexy." I moved from one nipple to the next, giving it the same attention as the first. "So fuckable."

"Do it then," she groaned, gripping my short hair, "fuck me."

I looked around for my jacket and reached into the inside pocket, pulling out the single condom. "The rest are in my bag, which is in my car," I told her. "I'll go and get them later."

She gave me a smirk. "You think you'll need more do you?"

"Fucking too right," I growled. "You won't be getting much sleep tonight."

Her mouth dropped open and she bit down on her lip, making my dick bob with the anticipation.

"When you say not much, how little is that?" she asked, gripping the duvet cover.

I looked her up and down, giving myself another pump. "Maybe five minutes here and there." I threw the condom onto the bed and then crawled to her, pushing her legs open. "But before then I'm going to…" I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "fuck you hard."

Maya's hand came to my cheek and electricity zapped around my body, like she'd lit the touch paper of a firework. I reached for the condom and ripped the packet open with my teeth. As I rolled it on in record time, Maya watched me, emerald greens boring into my soul. So intense, like she could read every thought in my head, knew every single dream I'd had about her.

"Will, please."

With a hand on each knee, I pushed her legs further apart and pushed inside her. She was so wet I didn't need to wait, and I couldn't even if I wanted to. I was desperate for her. In fact, desperate wasn't a big enough word for the need that consumed me.

The feeling of her clenched around me was like no other sensation I'd ever experienced before. It was pleasure and joy. It was ecstasy. It was everything. When her fingers clung to me and her hips matched the rhythm of mine, I knew I would never not want the beautiful woman I was growing huge, mountainous feelings for.

The heels of her shoes dug into my backside, urging me on, making me go quicker, as she raced for her climax. Yet, I wanted to keep going and never stop. I wanted to stay inside her for as long as I had a breath in my body. I knew I would just have to do it again and again until we were both exhausted to the point of being unable to move.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her nipples rubbing against my chest. "Oh my God. Will."

The pinch from her fingertips stung as they dug into my back, but I loved it because it meant she was there with me. Loving it as much as I did. We were in the same moment.

I straightened my arm, leaning on one hand while gripping her knee with the other, and increased the speed of my hips as they pistoned back and forth. Sweat was beading on my forehead and there was a sheen on Maya's gorgeous skin. A mist from our exertions.

"Fuck, Maya," I groaned as the familiar feeling of an orgasm began to take hold. It started in the pit of my stomach and wound its way around my body. Touching every nerve ending, every inch of skin, emanating from every pore, until I felt like I might black out.

I wanted us to fall together so I reached between us and ran my fingers over her clit. It only took two strokes before I felt her muscles clench. Her thighs squeezed tight, and hands gripped harder.

Then we both fell. Into the abys of pleasure.

I roared out her name. She yelled mine. We came hard, panting, and breathless and as we clung to each other, and I felt like I wanted to crawl inside her.

"Wow," Maya whispered. "That was…" She let her arms drop back against the bed, her chest heaving.

"I know," I replied. "It was, but that was just the beginning, gorgeous. There's going to be much more of that tonight."

Maya's smile was brilliant, and I couldn't wait to make her come again, and again and again. I was going to love her all night, just like I'd promised.