Chapter 21

Turning on my phone it booted up and started blinking two messages to me from Tony

"Mystery girl called Crimestoppers again last night Naoms. Still no idea who she is. Tony."

I opened the second message.

"By the way Studly, I told you matching underwear was the way to go. T"

Fuck, I wanted this twatting job over with.

I quickly sent Tony a text telling him I'd call him later and to go fuck himself and left the bathroom. I poked my head into my bedroom.

I felt a smile cross my face as I looked at Emily, leg out of the covers and still dead to the world cuddled up to my pillow. Checking my watch, I realised it was still early enough to get away with having breakfast, which was excellent. I did great eggs. Best thing I could cook.

During a brief pause in our love fest last night Emily had moved her car from the visitors' car park into the second space I had allocated to my apartment and brought in an overnight bag. I smiled. I'd given her some stick for being so confident of staying over and she'd gone a beautiful shade of pink before mumbling she was only half sure we'd end up in bed and she always kept a spare bag of clothes in her boot because she didn't like smelling sweaty after work.

She'd made me pay for my teasing her. Bringing me to the brink of orgasm with her tongue and stopping to look up at me and grin.

"Paybacks a bitch isn't it?" I think I managed to make a strangled noise of frustration before she took pity on my tortured body and sent me crashing over the edge into blackness.

I pushed myself away from the door frame and settled into the serious business of making Emily breakfast in bed.

She was still snuggled up to me my pillow when I walked in, piping hot scrambled eggs on toast for two balanced on a tray along with some orange juice. I wasn't too sure, but figured she'd be an OJ type of girl. I balanced the tray on the end of the bed and leaned over to kiss her awake. Her nose was already twitching as she started to smell breakfast and I nipped and tugged at her lips to drag her into consciousness.

I pulled away as she quickly responded to my kiss. One bleary eye peered up at me and she pouted.

"Tease" she grumbled out at me and shut her eye again as she stretched. I sat back and watched (okay, maybe perved was a closer term for it) as she stretched her shoulders back and arched her back, her chest and nipples making their presence known. I quickly danced back out of her grasp as she opened her eyes, reaching for me and made a grand "ta-da" gesture at the cooling breakfast I'd rustled up.

Her eyes lit up and I obliged her by bringing the food closer. A quiet peace settling over us as we both scarfed the food down. It took half of the food to be gone before either of us spoke.

"You lied to me". It was said so bland and so matter of fact I looked up a little shocked. Shit, she knew? "You said you couldn't cook, and these.." she pointed at her plate with her fork "..are gorgeous".

I shrugged at the praise. "S'only thing I can make without burning it." She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. Both of us silent. Emily from replenishing energy that we'd burnt off last night, and me from having a quiet mood over how those words "You lied to me" affected me. Jesus. I needed to tell her. We were moving together so quickly. It was an unstoppable force. She rendered the howling, snarling wolf that usually resided inside me into a tame little puppy with just one look of those eyes, one touch of her hands. We'd only known each other over a month, been 'seeing' each other for what? 3? 4 weeks, and I already felt more for her than I did for Sue. And I'd dated her a hell of a lot longer. She was like an oasis of calm in the chaos of the job I did. I needed to talk to Effy. She'd know what to do. I picked up her empty plate and turned to leave, needed to put a tiny amount of space between us so I could regain my balance, but felt my hair being tugged. I turned around and looked into deep brown pools that were twinkling with mischief.

"I didn't thank you properly for that breakfast did I?" she carried on pulling my hair until I had no choice to follow her as she lay back on the bed, our lips crushing together. The intensity was there, the passion; god her lips could do things to me (and fuck, hadn't they last night), but I needed a little space. Her innocent comment had shaken me a little and I neede,... god, what did I need? To leave, to bin her? No, none of them were viable decisions. Coherant thoughts left me as she flipped me onto my back and kissed her way down my body tugging my shorts down. Her lips headed down my body on an inevitable journey with only one conclusion. I forgot everything as I accepted her gratitude. Fucking hell, I needed this, I needed her, and that thought scared me.

I sat in the passenger seat of Emily's Mini. (Red to match her hair) We'd managed to conserve water and shower together, eventually keeping our hands off each other enough to get dressed and plan our day. Christ, she was so physical and sensuous. I was utterly helpless trying to keep my thoughts at least a little bit pure. She'd tug my head down and we'd be at it again, or she'd look at me and I'd swoop on her and ravish her in the hallway. Surely it couldn't be like this all the time? It was the sheer 'rightness' of it all. I was scared.

We were headed to her dad's gym. The infamous Fitch Family Gym. I'd asked her what she wanted to do and she'd looked at me from under those dark eyelashes and said she needed to drop some membership forms off at the gym and she'd like me to meet her dad. I must have looked alarmed. She'd approached me cautiously, explaining that it was ok if not and I thought we were rushing into things. But... "Things felt so right with us".

She felt the same.

I'd happily agreed to go and now I was on my way to meet the man with the whitest teeth on Merseyside. As she drove, holding my right hand I turned my phone on with my left after asking Ems if it was ok. It didn't take long for me to write out a text to Effy.

"Need to talk to you later. Urgently. Please? Xx"

I placed my phone on silent and paid attention to my beautiful girlfriend. She was explaining her dad's plans to expand the gym further when we pulled into the car park. She stopped the car and looked at me.

"Dad might well challenge you to a bike race or something stupid. He's a little... well overprotective, but he's a good man and he loves me."

I nodded, knowing from our past chats that he'd looked after her when her mother had turned her back on her.

"Do you like football?" she blurted out. I looked at her, a little amused. We'd gone 4 weeks without discussing the Liverpool religion. Footie. You were either a red or a blue in this city. Families sometimes containing both sets of supporters.

"Well, I'm not overly fond of the red lot why?" I looked at her, hoping my choice was the right one.

She smiled, relieved. "My dad's going to love you, he's a mad Evertonian."

And with that I was dragged out of the car and towards my fate of meeting Mr Fitch, the mad Evertonian with the bleached white teeth.