Free Delicious (A Rumour Mill Novel) by Erica Hutchings Page B

Guy
replied. He was leaving the club with no intention of returning. He was going
back to be with Grace. Guy prayed it wasn’t too late.
    “Your sitter left
you alone. Come with me. I promise your daddy-in-law won’t see or know a
thing.” Alana whispered brisk.
    Darren took the
liberty of dipping his fingers into her gold bikini bottom. He rubbed Alana’s wet
clit fiercely. Darren decided then and there he’s going to join her. He needed
a good fuck with a complete stranger before he walked down the aisle to that ball and chain.
    Darren followed
Alana into the champagne room. It was a room decorated in long flimsy white
drapes, a round gloss white table, a leopard print couch, and wall to ceiling
mirrors. On a table there was a large ice bucket. To divulge in Darren’s taste
for uber-luxurious the ice bucket had Heidsieck champagne flown in from Russia,
chilled.
    Alana uncorked the
champagne bottle pouring it’s golden liquid into crystal flutes. She handed a
flute to Darren. He quickly drank his before placing it on a side table. Alana
got up onto a small stage before him and began to do a seductive dance.
    “You’re wasting
time.” Darren growled.
    He wasn’t
interested in a strip-tease. Darren got up from the couch and pulled Alana down
into his lap. He kissed her hard against her lips. He pulled down her bikini
top exposing her taut chocolate-drop nipples. Hungrily, he suckled them in his
mouth. Alana moaned loudly. She was enjoying this.
    “I want to fuck
you.” Darren breathed against her ear.
    “Do you have a
condom?” Alana asked.
    “No, but a girl
like you won’t mind being fucked bareback by a footballer like me.” Darren
chortled.
    “I can’t.” Alana
said trying to get up. He grabbed her by the wrist and brought her back to the
couch.
    “You will and you
must fuck me. You can’t start something expecting it to stop because of no
condom. I’m sure you allowed other men to fuck you without one, especially for
the right price.” Darren growled.
    Alana knew Darren’s
point. She has to play coy as William asked her to play coy. She couldn’t go in
for the kill. Alana didn’t say another word. She allowed him to rip off the
bottom half of her bikini as he pushed her down onto the couch.
    Darren spread her
ebony legs before him. He wasn’t going to let a two bit whore tease him
merciless. Alana felt her heart pounding. She prayed he wasn’t going to be too
rough with her, but it was part of William’s plan after all.
    ♥
    “About
time you called! We’re worried.” Cat said walking around the kitchen making tea.
They waited all day and night with baited breath for Grace to call.
                Grace dutifully informed the twins
there were no orgies of any kind going on. Cat and Corrie were grateful to hear
Grace’s time was spent baking along with Trevor. On Sunday afternoons, they
enjoyed watching Chef Hare’s show What
Hare Eats .
                “Please get an autograph! Or better
yet get him to come to us for a small bite to eat.” Corrie cried out in the
background.
                “I must go. I’ll speak to you soon.”
Grace replied laughing. She was on the hall patio, having dinner. Grace wanted
to finish it before it went cold and before Guy’s arrival.
                “Good night Grace. We’ll speak
soon.” Cat said.
                “Good night.” she chirped as she
ended the call.
                Trevor emerged on the patio for a
cigarette break. Staff told him Grace returned alone for dinner. Ever since laying
eyes on her, Trevor was interested in Grace sexually. I want her in my bed and I’m going to get it! Grace appealed to
Trevor because he knew her father very well. Grace’s father instructed Trevor
in a few cooking classes. Gordon was cocky
and arrogant. Now Gordon is dead, Trevor laughed inward at the thought of
Gordon rolling in his grave.
    Earlier Trevor spoke to Grace. He told Grace how Gordon