Fuck... the things I did to her last night practically had me blushing, and I thought I had seen and done it all. I made her come four times before I finally allowed myself to sink inside of her, but I didn't put the vibrator aside.
No... I held it against her while I f**ked her hard, relishing the scream that tore out of her throat as we came together.
I'm not sure how to top that, really. But I'm sure I can think of something by the time we get to her flat. I plan on keeping her up all night because she thankfully has the next day and night off, and we'll use part of that to sleep in a bit and I know we'll need it.
"Whatcha thinking?" she asks as she takes my hand.
I squeeze her back and we take off down the street. "Only something that would make that pretty face of yours blush like the setting sun."
She snorts at my words. "You have such a way with words, Cillian."
"Hey. I'm a lyricist after all. Cut me some slack."
She laughs at me and that clawing feeling is settled back inside my chest. I don't over analyze it, instead thinking ahead to what I'm going to do to her when I get her home.
***
So much for sleeping in the next morning. Renner has me up bright and early, excited to have the next day and a half off. She crawls over on top of me, tickling me awake. I have to quickly subdue her because I've never been tickled before and I've just found out that I'm very sensitive.
Pinning her on her back, I hold her hands above her head and proceed to kiss her entire body. I move lower, intent on licking her to a quick orgasm. She's like putty in my hands when I put my mouth on her, and I'm sure I could get her to agree to murder if I wanted. She's so responsive to me, and I realize I could do this for days on end, the erotic sight of her squirming underneath of me probably one of my favorite things to behold.
My brain barely processes my phone ringing but I let it go to voice mail. There's no way I'm answering it and leaving my girl wanting.
After she explodes against my mouth, I flip her over and take her quickly from behind, shouting out her name when I come. Even as I'm pulling out of her, I'm calculating the next time I can be inside of her.
***
We're walking to my apartment, which isn't too far from Renner's. Since we're going to spend the day together, I want to get a shower and a change of clothes. This will be the first time I've taken Renner—or any woman for that matter—to my apartment. Even Maeve never spent the night there, and I think it says something about the bond I'm forming with this girl.
I check my phone as we walk, and see the call was from Dr. Madden. We've spoken twice since my last call from Maeve, and he assured me that it was okay to put boundaries in place with her. He made me feel infinitely better that I didn't have to lead a double life with Maeve, and that I could support her but still pursue my own happiness which didn't include her. And right now...that happiness was Renner.
I feel terrible however, that I'm relieved that Maeve hasn't called me back. I'm so afraid of saying the wrong thing that I'm constantly on edge every time my phone rings.
I quickly call Dr. Madden back, but it rings straight to his voice mail. I leave a message and hang up.
"So... I'm like really excited to see how a rock star lives. I'm going to take surreptitious photos and post them all over the internet. Maybe I can even sell a few," Renner says.
"You're cute," I tell her, as I lean over to kiss her while we're walking. It's awkward maneuvering but I manage to steal a quick one. "You should take that comedy act on the road."
"Nah. No way it pays me better than The Hibernian does."
She links her arm through mine as we continue to walk and it feels... good.
We take the lift up to my floor and as the doors open, I motion for her to exit before me. I'm watching her ass as we walk out, thinking that I should convince her to hop in the shower with me, when she comes to a dead stop. I'm not ready for the sudden change in her momentum, and I crash into her back.
Laughing, I wrap my arms around her and snuggle into her neck. "That was a shameless move on your part to get me to touch you," I tease her.
She doesn't laugh or respond with a smart-ass quip, and in fact, I notice that she's sort of stiff in my arms.
When I look up, I see why. Maeve is standing outside of my apartment door with her arms crossed over her chest and bloody murder in her eyes. Said murder directed right at Renner.
I cautiously stand straight and drop my arms away. It's not a move I make for Maeve's benefit, but rather Renner's. I don't want any more of Maeve's ire directed at her, as I can see it written all over her face that she's angry over my display of affection.
"Maeve. What the f**k are you doing out of rehab?"
My voice comes out hard and I half expect her to flinch, but she continues glaring at Renner.
"Now I get why you're never at home at night. I get why you can't take my calls."
"Come on, Maeve. That's not fair. You have my cell phone number."
"As if you would have answered. You clearly have more important things than to worry about than me."
I start shaking my head and take a step toward her. "So you leave rehab because I wasn't at home last night? Un-fucking-believable!"
I feel Renner's hand on my back and I look over my shoulder at her.
"I think I better go," she says, her eyes swimming with uncertainty.
I want to pull her into my arms and reassure her, but I don't want to give fuel for Maeve to attack. "That's probably best."