Doubt (The Connected Series Book 1) (21 page)

“Sit up.” He pulls my hands and sits me up, kneeling up he slips between my lips again and starts to really move. I hum in appreciation and suck harder. I can feel him get harder in my mouth, reaching up; I take his balls in my hand, cupping them while I suck him.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth, because I’m. So. Close.”

I continue sucking and he gets the message, reaching behind him, I grab his arse. His pace quickens and I feel the first spurt hit my tongue, swallowing it before more floods my mouth. I look up and Doug has his fist in his mouth, trying to keep from making a sound. Licking him clean I lay back on the bed.

“Someone enjoyed that.” I laugh huskily. Turned on and aching, I slip my hand between my legs, finding my folds wet and my clit hard.

“Shall I help you out?” he smiles, lying down between my legs.

Before I can reply, I feel his tongue on me. I’m so worked up, three strokes of his tongue later and I am clutching the sheets and trying to hold in my screams. When my orgasm finally happens, Doug reaches up and places a hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds escaping from my lips.

“Do you think they heard?” I whisper, coming down from my release.

“I doubt it, your mum is cooking downstairs. I can smell it. Your dad will be down there too.” Doug gets up and slips into some jeans and a t shirt.

“I’ll head on down, give you a few minutes to...
recover
.” He grins. Leaning down to kiss me he smiles.

“I’m so glad we are here.”

“Me too. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I watch as he leaves the bedroom unable to move till my legs stop shaking.

That man and his skills.

***

After having a quick shower, I get dressed and wander downstairs to see everyone. As I approach the kitchen I can hear them all talking. I walk into the kitchen to find Doug and dad sat at the table with cups in their hands while mum cooks in the kitchen.

"Morning Dad.” I lean down, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing his stubbly cheek.

"Sophie, how is my girl?" He smiles at me.

"I’m good, dad. How is my old man?" I ask walking to where mum is standing with her arms outstretched.

"Less of the old." he grumbles.

"Hi mum" I am squished to her and squeezed.

"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating?"She scolds me.

She is right. I have lost weight, food hasn't been at the top of my list lately, nervously locking eyes with Doug who has a frown on his face, I look at my mum and try to reassure her.

"I'm fine. I have been very busy so I have forgotten to eat a few times. But work is steadier now; I will have the weight back on in no time.”

Doug and I both knew the cause of my weight loss was not work, but neither of us was going to mention it.

"What are the plans for today?" I am keen to move the subject on.

"You're the visitors. What would you like to do?" She asks over her shoulder as she stirs eggs on the cooker.

"Well I don't know about Doug, but I am dying to get to the beach and go into
Padstow
. Other than that I don't mind.”

"Beach sounds like a perfect idea. We can take Toby for a walk." Mum answers referring to the Beagle who is her baby since Harry and I moved out.

"Doug? Are you okay with a walk on the beach?”

“Perfect," He smiles at me. "After a week in the office, some fresh sea air is just what the doctor ordered." I grin at him and grab a coffee.

“Where is my ugly brother?”

“Visiting friends, he is sad to miss you both,” Mum frowns, “He said he would try to make it back to London to visit soon.”

After breakfast, we all disappear to our rooms to get ready for our walk.

"You know..." Doug is laying on the bed looking at me as I get a jumper and thicker socks on, "I find you, in your outdoorsy clothes, a real turn on."

"Seriously?" I laugh at him pulling my hair into a ponytail.

“Seriously." He nods, his eyes roaming over my body.

"But you can't see anything." I shake my head incredulously.

"I can't explain it. I just do,” he gets up, coming to stand behind me, ”And I wouldn't say you can't see anything... I can see your fantastic arse,” he reaches down, giving it a squeeze. "And this top is drawing my eye right up to your magnificent tits.”

He slides his hands up my side and along my stomach before reaching up to cup my breasts which swell with arousal at his touch.

"Doug... we need to go, mum and dad will be waiting..." Nuzzling my neck he whispers in my ear.

"I can be very quick..." I inhale sharply as his thumb and forefinger find my erect nipple and squeeze.

"But... I...
Can't
..." He has me panting and wet between my legs. I step away from him and shake my head trying to clear the sex haze.

"I want to go to the beach.” grabbing my jumper, I open the door. "Later..." I wink as he throws himself onto the bed and groans into the covers.
Seriously, we did it this morning!

***

"This really is one of the most beautiful places in the world.”

We are strolling along the beach, hand in hand and watching Toby run around on the sand.

“It is. Sometimes I think I could live down here.” Doug says, looking out over the sea.

“So do I, but work. I couldn’t get the work I want to down here. When I’m old...” I smile picturing Doug and I when we are older, daily walks on the beach…

“You’re right.” he says, leaning into my ear “but I would love to bring Abigail here.” he whispers.

“We’ll bring her, Doug.” I squeeze his hand and look up at him.

“She didn’t phone back last night, do you think she is okay?” he looks down at me and smiles, I’m not sure exactly why.

“She always asks if she can phone back later, then she gets so involved with whatever she is doing she forgets. She is fine; Jane sent me a photo of Abigail playing in the garden.”

He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out his phone, swiping his thumb across the screen he looks for something and then passes me his phone. Abigail’s beautiful face fills the screen. The photo has been taken about her and she is looking up into the camera, smiling. She looks so much like Doug it makes me heart ache, Will we ever have children together? Snapping myself out of that thought, I hand Doug’s phone back to him, smiling.

“She looks so much like you.” he takes his phone and looks at it,

“Do you think?” he asks, studying the screen.

“Doug, look at her. Those eyes are yours. Those lips are yours. The smile, its all yours.” I can sense his pride at my words and it makes me smile. We keep walking, getting closer to mum and Dad.

“Are you two ready to head back?” Mum asks, arm through Dad’s.

“Yes?” I look up at Doug who nods.

”Shall we go into
Padstow
for lunch? Meet you there?” I look at Mum and Dad, so clearly still in love; I hope with all my heart, this is Doug and I in years to come.

“Yes sweetheart, we will take Toby back and meet you there.”

“We fancy the
Custom House
, so we shall see you in there, no need to rush. I fancy a mooch about the shops first.”

“Okay sweetheart, have fun.” Mum kisses my cheek and makes her way to the car.

When we are alone, Doug pulls me into him, kissing me passionately; I can feel his erection pressing into me.

“I love you so much, Sophie, I don’t want to be apart from you ever again.” his eyes are pleading, his voice full of emotion.

“You won’t need to be Doug, I’ve told you. You’re it for me.” I hold his face in my hands. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I try to make it clear to him. He takes my hand and we make out way to the car. Doug holds my hand while we drive to
Padstow
, the
American Authors
singing their happy songs all the way.

Padstow
is one of my happy places. The beautiful harbour and the little shops filled with nautical things and the most delicious biscuits ever. Doug and I are walking hand in hand through the streets around the harbour and I feel so happy.

“Doug....” he looks down at me, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

“Yes...” I take a deep breath, not sure why I feel so nervous about asking him.

“Are we still going to go away next week?” he seems shocked I would ask.

“Of course, unless you don’t want to go...” he looks suddenly unsure.

“No, I do want to go, I’ve kept my diary clear, I just wasn’t sure that you would have kept the reservations, you know, with us...” He stops walking and sinks down a little so he can look into my eyes.

“Sophie, I always held out hope that we would get back together, I
never
lost hope..” he breathes into my face, “I want to go away with you and just be together, no worries of work.” he leans in and presses his lips gently to mine.

“Good. Then I need to go shopping!” I smile at him, making him smile.

“Who says you will see anything but our bedroom?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Doug, I am going be in the
Maldives
I am going snorkelling.” I grab his hand and walk into
Fat Face
to look for clothes for my trip.

“Sophie, you won’t be snorkelling the whole time, trust me.” I roll my eyes and lead him over to a rack of flip flops.

“Which colour?” I point to the purple and green ones.

“Purple.” he says, picking up my size. “You’re more purple than green.” he walks over to where the bikinis are and picks out a purple flower patterned bikini that matches the flip flops.

“This would look sensational on you, Soph,” He holds it up, his eyes darkening with lust, “You have to get this.” looking at him from under my eyelashes I nod.

“I’ll need more than one bikini, but it’s a start!” Doug groans and looks at me.

“
Sophie
.” I look round to him and he looks pained.

“What’s wrong?” I move towards him, worried, as soon as I am in reaching distance, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head next to my ear.

“I’m going to lose you to the sea and fishes aren’t I?” he runs his nose down my neck and I shiver.

“I want to spend my time, worshiping you like the Goddess you are, licking and kissing and touching every inch of your body…” His tongue pokes out, licking a trail from my jaw to the sweet spot behind my ear.

“Please tell me. I won’t have to wrestle you out of the water to do that…”

“Wrestle... me.... out...” I am breathless “That is
so
hot, Doug.” I feel a rush of wetness between my legs and feel my nipples pebble.

“You’re hot, Sophie. So. Fucking. Hot.” He pushes himself into me and I feel his erection, hot and thick in his jeans.

His big hand presses down on my lower stomach and I almost come there, in the middle of
Fat Face
. Opening my eyes, I meet the amused eyes of the young guy who is working, stacking up t-shirts. Shaking my head to try and clear my thoughts, I whisper.

“Doug, we can’t do this here.” He cocks his head to the side, meeting the young guys gaze and winks.

“Sorry.” he smiles, he doesn’t sound the least bit sorry though, “We’ll take these.”

Doug walks to the counter and whips out his card to pay so fast I am still standing rooted to the spot trying to get my legs to move when he comes back over, bag in hand.

“You didn’t need to buy those.” I scowl.

“I know I didn’t but I wanted to. Are you ready for lunch?” He flashes me his perfect, knicker melting smile and I can’t help but smile too.

“You’ll pay for that later Mr. Roberts.” I press my lips to his softly, slipping my tongue under his top lip, he makes a sexy noise at the back of his throat and I pull back.

“I look forward to it Miss Bennett.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“DOUG!” I arch my back, my hands gripping the sheets

“Ssssssh!” Doug whispers to me, “Your parents will hear you.”He dips his head, running his nose up the length of my sex, making me grip the sheets harder.

“Can you please...?”

“What Sophie?”

“Fuck me!” I whispered.

“All in good time....”

I feel his hot breath on me, quickly followed by his tongue. Doug has been at this for over an hour. Bringing me to the brink of an orgasm then letting it disappear, only to bring it back again.

"I need to come." I whisper whine, painfully aware my parents are not that far away.

"And you will.” Doug buries his face into my sensitive, wet folds and my hips rise off the bed once again.
I.. Am.. So.. Close...
Then he stops, just as I am about to come. I growl in frustration.

"Did you just
growl
at me?" He looks up and me, trailing one long perfect finger along my folds.

"If you don't let me come, I swear to you I will do it
myself
!” I lift my hand and reach between my legs, but he captures my hands, pinning them to my sides.