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“I wouldn’t say that to her.” She returned to take her mother’s plate and noticed she’d barely eaten a thing. This really wasn’t a good sign. “Are you finished with this?”
“Oh yes, thank you, my eyes were bigger than my belly,” she said with a laugh.
Abby hesitated, should she push the issue with her mum? Perhaps she was simply feeling off and she’d be hungry later. Instead, she stayed with the topic of Demi.
“I grew up without a father and I turned out just fine, even if I do say so myself.” Rather than scrape the plate into the trash, Abby covered it in cling wrap and placed it into the refrigerator. Her mother would probably be hungry later. If not, Bruce, who was currently snoring in his little bed, would appreciate it.
“You turned out perfectly.” Rachel kissed her on the cheek before running the water into the sink to wash the dishes. “But I had always planned to raise you on my own. That wasn’t Demi’s plan, and with her mother in Brisbane and Jake’s family in Adelaide, she must feel so alone and overwhelmed.”
Abby understood what her mum was saying, but she wished that she could fast-track Demi’s heartbreak so the pain would be behind her. “She’s got me.” Abby picked up a tea towel to dry the dishes.
“Demi will have a lot of support, of that I have no doubt,” said Rachel. “But imagine Scott suddenly walking out of your life? Imagine the hole that would leave.”
Abby snorted. “Yet, for some insane reason, you and everyone else keep pushing for us to marry and have children. Like that ensures some kind of happy ever after.”
“Darling!” Rachel turned to face her daughter. “You can’t think that this is how all relationships end. It happens and it's terrible when it does, but it can’t be the reason not to want it for yourself and Scott.”
“Scott and I are fine as we are.” Why did everyone think there was something missing from their relationship? It was none of their business.
“But when are you going to prioritise each other?”
Abby stared at her mother, completely stumped by her question. “What?”
“You have both established yourselves in your careers, don’t you think it's time to make a little more time for each other?” Her mother’s eyes shone with concern and kindness.
Abby took a breath, swallowing her exasperation. She didn’t want to fight with her mother. “Look, Scott will be home Sunday afternoon. I plan on working all weekend so I can spend Monday and Tuesday with him. Happy?”
“That’s wonderful, darling.” She turned back to finish the dishes.” Have you got something special planned?”
“You probably don’t need to know the details of what I’ve got planned if you want to be able to look us both in the eye at dinner next Friday.”
Rachel burst into laughter, and after a moment, Abby joined in. The tension that had crept into the cottage dissipated, but it lingered in Abby’s mind. Between the badgering about her relationship, and her mother’s mysterious decline in health, she couldn’t completely shake the unease in her belly.
The moment Scottwalked through the door, Abby felt all her senses come alive. He was over six feet tall and built from the time he put in at the gym. She found everything about the man sexy, from the freckle on his butt cheek to the blond stubble he was currently sporting on his face.
“Hey,” he said.
“Detective.”
He dropped his bag as she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finding his mouth as hungry as hers. She’d missed him more than she’d realised. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths. Scott groaned against her lips, his hard chest pressed against hers, hands sliding up and down her back. Abby felt his length pressing against her stomach, making her wet in anticipation of what was to come.
Breaking the kiss, they stared into each other's eyes. His eyes were as blue as the ocean on the brightest summer day. Abby could get lost in his gaze as easily as she could the view from their deck. Scott carried her into their bedroom and lowered her onto the bed. His hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and she gasped softly at the sensation. She arched her back, offering more of her flesh to him as he expertly undid the buttons on her blouse. Once it was open, he slid his warm hands inside, massaging her ample cleavage as he peppered kisses along her jawline and neck.
Abby's fingers traced delicate patterns on his back, feeling the tension in his muscles release. Scott sat back a bit to remove his jacket and tie and toss them aside. She helped him kick off his shoes, then kissed her way down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples with her tongue through his shirt. Scott sucked in a breath and grabbed fistfuls of her hair, drawing her up to look into her eyes. The intensity of the hunger in his eyes reflected her own. She pulled the fabric up and off him, revealing his perfectly toned abs and chest, sprinkled with blonde hair. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her touch.
"Fuck," he muttered hoarsely, his hands immediately reaching for the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up over her hips in one swift motion, and Abby gasped as the cool air hit her heated skin. Scott hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down her thighs, tossing them aside. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her bare pussy, already wet with desire.
He moved between her legs, pressing his lips against her swollen nub, causing her to moan loudly. His tongue flicked out, circling the sensitive bud, and she squirmed under his touch.
"Please..." she whimpered, arching her hips towards him. He chuckled against her skin, his fingers finding their way into her tight folds, teasing her entrance. She bucked against his touch, needing more.
Scott slowly worked two fingers inside of her, groaning at the tight grip she had on him. Abby felt it vibrate through her body. She dug her nails into his back, holding onto him, trying to pull him closer. His thumb traced circles around her bud, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body shook, her walls pulsing around his fingers, her juices dripping down his wrist.
"Scott," she panted, "I need you inside me."
He didn't hesitate, lining himself up with her entrance and pushing in slowly. She gasped at the feel of him filling her up, her muscles clenching around him. He began to move, thrusting into her with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. They both moaned in unison as they found their stride, lost in the sensation of their union.
Hours later, they lay in a tangle of satiated limbs.
