I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and that you'll also enjoy this one, which will be mainly from Harry's point of view for a change (as all my previous chapter have focused more on Dempsey's perspective).
This has taken me over four hours to write, so I hope that it was worth it!
As always, all reviews are welcome, as they let me know that you are enjoying the story (hopefully), and that the hours spent toiling over my computer keyboard with two fingered typing is worth the effort!
As Dempsey once said to Makepeace "Even my canary can type faster than you", or similar words to that effect!
Oh and sorry for any spelling mistakes are grammatical errors.
Chapter 10.
'Dear God what was wrong with her?' Harry internally mused as her breathing and senses slowly returned to normal.
All it took was two kisses and Dempsey grabbing at her rear and forcing their bodies together, for all common sense fly out the window along with her ability to say the word no, or stop what had just happened.
She could barely recognise herself, and couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed over what could only be described in Harry's mind as her 'Wanton behaviour' both last night and this morning. They'd only been on one date for goodness sake, not that she would really call it that, as she hadn't known about it until after the event.
Harry tried to excuse her lustful behaviour by reasoning that it had been over more than four very long years since she had last had sex, however she knew that really didn't wash. Robert was right, she had been more or less frigid during their marriage, especially towards the very end of it when she had decamped to the spare bedroom and hadn't let Robert anywhere near her. Not that they had shared a particularly enjoyable, or even satisfying sex life, even in the beginning. Robert had been her first, and after the less than exhilarating heights of their honeymoon, Harry simply failed to understand what all the fuss was about when it came to sex, as in her eyes it was little more than a chore which was expected of her, rather than something that she ever instigated or enjoyed.
Maybe that was part of the reason why she had felt so irritated by Dempsey and his womanising ways, not to mention vexed and confused by her own body's attraction to a man who quite simply annoyed the hell out of her. Her feelings and desire for Dempsey were completely illogical, yet the more that she had tried to deny them, the stronger they had become, until last night her body and her heart had both overruled her head and finally betrayed her.
This is was entirely Robert Makepeace's fault, Harry decided as she cursed his very existence, before thoughts of Dempsey and the realisation of what exactly his hands, mouth and certain other parts of his anatomy were able to do to her re-invaded her mind.
'Damn Dempsey!' Harry mentally cursed, as the realisation that now she had finally had sex with him, she now seemed to lose any semblance of self-control the moment that he touched her.
One quick furtive glance in Dempsey's direction only served to irritate her further, especially as he was lying next to her, propped up on one elbow casually observing her and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
Even more annoying was the realisation that Dempsey would now know that all he had to do was touch and kiss her, and she would turn into putty in his hands. She could hardly remain frosty and aloof now that they both knew he had that kind of power over her, and it was that very fact that made Harry feel completely uncomfortable with the situation that she found herself in. Especially as she was used to being firmly in control of both her own emotions and actions, and still felt unsure as to what their unexpected love making actually meant.
Harry didn't just jump into bed with anybody, in fact other than Robert there had been nobody else, and just look how that had turned out. Dempsey's past relationships, if you could even classify them as that, were numerous, and Harry found herself concluding that she didn't want to think about the number of women her partner had bedded over the years.
James had said all of the right things last night, had made her feel wanted and secure, and more importantly loved. But what if they had only been words? Words said just to weaken her defenses and get her into bed, as god knows he had tried his very best over the last three years to achieve exactly that.
Harry had lain awake until early light, unable to sleep because of Dempsey's loud snores and her own unease over what had developed between them. Thoughts of her miserable marriage, failed attempts at motherhood, betrayal by her own husband and best friend, not to mention Dempsey's philandering behaviour had confused her mind and forced her to panic. Eventually driving her from the bed and out to pound the streets in an attempt to organise her thoughts into some kind of logical order, and force her armour to click back into place. And just when she thought that she had finally managed to regain her cool and sophisticated composure, and place some much needed distance between herself and Dempsey, she had somehow managed to fall straight back into bed with him and find herself right back at square one!
"Watcha thinkin' about Tiger?" Dempsey asked after spending several minutes observing what appeared to be troubled thoughts displaying themselves across his partner's beautiful face.
Just hearing the endearment 'Tiger' grated on Harry's nerves, and only served to convince her even further that the entire situation was just an amusing game to Dempsey.
"Nothing." Harry lied as she heard her own voice inside her head screaming at Dempsey to get out of her bed and leave her alone.
"Now I know that ain't true princess, so spill." Dempsey replied, as aware of his partner's unease, he attempted to break the ice by reaching beneath the sheets and lightly running his hand over Harry's toned stomach, while his lips began to nuzzle at her neck.
"Are you always so wonderfully eloquent with all of the women whom you take to bed Dempsey?" Makepeace sarcastically snapped as she jerked away from her partners touch and pulled the sheet more tightly around her body, so as prevent any further access by roaming hands.
"No?…Why?... Do you always act like this after you've had sex Makepeace?" Dempsey heartlessly countered in response to Harry's rejection, as he was beginning to wonder if some of what Robert Makepeace had said might be true.
"Like what?" Harry angrily retorted as she sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around her body even tighter and glared over at Dempsey, trying to ignore that fact that her actions meant that her partner was now totally exposed.
"Like this, all over me one minute, and then turning into an ice queen the next…jees Harry, you've got some serious issues goin' on in that head o' yours….What the hell did I do wrong?"
"Nothing…it's getting late…I…I need to get dressed." Harry anxiously stuttered, as she abruptly stood from the bed, and fled from the room, taking the sheet with her, and leaving Dempsey totally in the dark as to what had just happened.
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"You look nice…..real pretty." Dempsey announced as Harry walked into the living room dressed in a sleeveless pale blue summer dress and sandals with a pale cream pashmina edged with lace folded over her arm.
Harry was unsure as to what to say, feeling acutely embarrassed over pretty much every single event since Robert had ruined their meal at the restaurant the previous evening, and therefore was completely powerless to prevent the deep blush which spread up from her décolletage and onto her cheeks.
"We're going to be late…..have you seen my keys?" Harry asked, refusing to even look in Dempsey's direction as she glanced around the room.
"Hall table….Look Harry will you please tell me what the hell is going on?" Dempsey asked as he followed behind his partner as she rushed from the room and grabbed her keys from the hall table.
"Harry!" Dempsey insisted, as he reached over her shoulder and shut the front door before she even had the chance to fully open it.
"I need to know whats goin' on with you Princess." Dempsey softly spoke into Harry's hair as she remained facing the door while James stood directly behind her.
"Harry come on, talk to me." Dempsey pleaded as he reached out and gently touched her arm, the action causing an electric spark to crackle between them as he turned Harry around to look at him.
"My father will be waiting." Harry mumbled, as unable to look at James, she looked downwards, until she realised that she was inadvertently staring at his belt buckle and then quickly glanced away to the side blushing with embarrassment.
"I'm sure that he won't mind, especially cos' right now we…." Dempsey began to speak as he placed his index finger under Harry's chin and raised her face to look at him.
"And I suppose that you'd know that for certain would you Dempsey….. after all the two of you seemed quite at personable this morning….You were acting like his new best friend!" Harry scornfully interrupted, as feeling uncomfortable with such scrutiny she shoved Dempsey's hand away from her face and tried to push past him, only for James to reach out and hold her firmly in place.
"What?...That's it?" Dempsey asked in confusion "You're angry with me because I was talkin' to Freddy?"
"That depends on what the two of you were taking about….You had better not have told him about last night?" Makepeace warned, as she could just imagine how delighted her father would be with the news, and then how disappointed he would be when he realised that Dempsey wasn't looking for a serious relationship and had merely bedded his daughter out of fun, and that there wouldn't be any wedding bells or the pitter patter of tiny feet on the horizon – Not that she was getting carried away, Harry suddenly chastised herself, wondering where on earth the idea of marrying Dempsey and having his baby had come from.
'Stop!' Harry's inner voice shouted before informing her that she wasn't even making sense. She should know better than to think that Dempsey had informed her father that they had had sex. It wasn't exactly something that a man would boast about to a woman's father was it? Especially when the man in question clearly had no intention of taking their relationship seriously, and only saw Harry as a challenge that he wanted to conquer, and now that he had probably wouldn't bother sticking around…or even worse would use last night as a topic to relentlessly tease her about in the office, and then all of her colleagues would know that they had slept together, and she'd be the butt of the office jokes for the next few weeks or even months.
"No…..why should I?….I didn't think that you'd want me to?" Dempsey remarked, wondering why on earth that Harry would believe such a thing.
"Of course not….after all it was only sex!" Harry defiantly stated, as she tried her best not to allow the thought to upset her, before realising that she would have to apply for a transfer, as there was no way that she could sit opposite Dempsey all day, while he regaled the office with the sordid details of his latest conquests.
"Just sex?!...Just who the hell are you tryin' to convince here Makepeace, huh?...Me or you?" Dempsey irately countered.
"I'm not trying to convince anybody of anything…..Whereas you….you on the other hand Dempsey, you certainly had me convinced last night by all of your lies, and false promises….you disgust me!" Makepeace furiously retaliated as she jabbed her finger into Dempsey's chest, feeling both angry and humiliated.
"Well that's too bad Harry, cos' you're stuck with me!" Dempsey furiously yelled as he pulled her roughly against him and forced his kiss onto her lips. Not knowing any other way to convey his true feelings and failing to understand why Harry was accusing him of such things, especially as he had thought that he had made his feelings pretty clear both before and during their love making a little over half an hour ago.
"Get off me." Harry screeched as she wrenched her mouth away from his kiss, only for Dempsey to push his body up against her and force his lips against her own.
Much to Harry's horror she found herself equally turned on and terrified by Dempsey's rough and insistent attack on her mouth and senses, as his hands began to impatiently roam over the thin cotton fabric which covered her breasts, before quickly moving downwards and tugging up the hem of her dress.
"James…please stop!" Harry implored, as the realisation that he was going to take her right there and then up against her front door and that she was about to let him, or at least her body was at it arched involuntarily against his touch, finally hit her.
"What?!" Dempsey exclaimed in disbelief as he paused and looked down into Harry's face in total bewilderment, as in spite of her initial fleeting moment of resistance Harry seemed to be getting into it just as much as he was.
"This…it isn't going to work….and trying to force yourself upon me isn't going to….." Harry began to tearfully explain, as still leaning back against the door she wrapped her arms protectively around her body, and wondered how on earth she had gotten herself into this mess.
"What did you just say?!" Dempsey spluttered out in angry disbelief, before the tearful and frightened expression on Makepeace's face caused him to take a deep calming breath and he continued "Is that honestly what you think I was tryin' to do?"
Harry gazed back at him uncomfortably, her face turning beetroot red as she shrugged uncertainly in reply.
"Jezas Christ Harry….why the hell would you even think that I would…for Christ's sake don't cha you know how much I love you?...I could neva…" Dempsey began to ramble, his mouth running away with him as he ran both hands through his hair in total bewilderment and anger, and wondered how he could have gotten things so wrong.
"You what?" Harry gasped out in shock, after it took a few seconds to realise what Dempsey had just admitted.
"What?..." Dempsey responded in confusion, before repeating part of what he had previously said "…. surely you gotta know that I could an' would neva hurt you Harry?"
"No not…..not that bit…..you said…you said that you….." Harry trailed off, looking awkwardly at the floor, feeling unable to repeat what she had heard for fear that she had somehow, through wishful thinking, misheard what Dempsey had said, or that he had accidentally said something that he didn't actually mean.
"Yeah?...Well I meant it." James confirmed, feeling too embarrassed to repeat the actual words.
"Meant what exactly?" Harry asked trying to hide her smile of delight, whilst feeling somewhat bolstered by Dempsey's obvious unease.
"Ya know…." Dempsey mumbled with a shrugging of his shoulders, suddenly finding Harry's left earring to be totally fascinating.
"No, I'm not entirely sure that I do James." Harry cautiously teased, desperate to hear those words again.
"Jeezas….Haarry….you're hard work, do ya know that?"
"Mmm, if you insist…..however I was under the impression that you thought I was worth it?" Harry remarked as she coyly glanced up at Dempsey through lowered lashes.
"You are Princess….you are." Dempsey softly replied as he reached out and tucked Harry's hair behind her left ear before leaning down and kissing her earlobe, and then finally whispering the words that Harry had been waiting to hear.
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Well, I have the next two chapters written, but not sure if it is worth posting them? I've only received two reviews for the last chapter, which is very disappointing seeing as it took over four hours to write.
I've had the last two days of work as my cat got attacked by a dog/fox, and managed to make it home bleeding and in shock. Cost a fortune as the vets, and as she is still in shock and won't leave my side. Therefore I've had some unexpected time to work on the next couple of chapters.
Is anyone reading the story? Do you want me to continue?
The next two chapters are still set in the past, and explain a bit about what happened in Harry's marriage, then chapter 13 (which I have yet to write) will continue from where chapter 1 ended.
Shall I continue?