Still don't own Bridgerton

Modern Courtship

Chapter 5

Simon opened the door and Anthony pushed his way inside, looking irritated. He plopped himself down on his friend's couch, raising an eyebrow.

"Come on in," Simon said, sarcastically and shut the door.

"We were supposed to play rugby this morning, but clearly whatever girl I heard scream when I knocked is more important than your best mate," he huffed, crossing his arms.

"Shit," Simon muttered. "I do apologize. I forgot all about it. And while I do feel bad for blowing you off, I am inclined to agree that the girl I was with is more important than you." Anthony laughed good-naturedly, stretching his arms above his head.

"Ah, so it's serious then?" he questioned. "Or is she just super talented in the sheets?"

"A gentleman doesn't discuss such matters, even with his dearest friends," Simon informed him, keeping his face devoid of emotion. "Now, if you could kindly get the hell out, I'll reach out to reschedule later."

"How you managed to get a girl to come home with you is beyond me," Anthony shook his head, standing to leave anyway. He clapped Simon on the back of his shoulder and headed for the door. Before he made it all the way, something on the end of the couch caught his eye. He froze, staring at a woman's leather jacket and small crocheted handbag.

"That's strange," Anthony's voice sounded slightly strangled. "That looks like Daphne's purse that our mother made for her before she left for Uni." Simon cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Must be a coincidence," he said simply. Anthony and Simon locked eyes. The Bridgerton man must have seen guilt in the recesses of Simon's because he lunged forward and punched him square in the eye. Simon grunted and stumbled backwards. Daphne burst out of the bedroom, hearing the commotion.

"Anthony!" she shrieked. "What is the matter with you?" Anthony glared at Simon over the top of Daphne's head, ignoring his sister.

"My sister?" he spat. "Really, Basset? Does friendship mean nothing to you?"

"It actually means everything and you know that," Simon answered, standing tall against his friend's anger. "Daphne and I have been friends for quite some time now. Things have developed quite naturally, really."

"She's still my sister!" he all but roared back.

"And she's my girlfriend," Simon snapped. "I desire her happiness and well-being just as much as you, if not more."

"If you hurt her, you're a dead man," Anthony ground out, then turned on his heel and left. He made sure to slam the door behind him. Daphne turned to Simon, gently touching his bleeding eyebrow. Simon's sharp intake of breath made her pull her hand away. She sighed.

"Sit down," she told him, voice gentle and calm. "I'll get a rag and clean that up for you."

"You don't have to do that, Daph," he told her. She shoved him gently towards the couch and got what she needed anyway.

"My idiot brother is the one who caused it," she informed him, matter-of-factly, dabbing gently at the wound with a warm washcloth. "It's the least I can do. Besides, with four brothers, I've tended many wounds. A lot of them far worse than this one. I'm sorry he hit you though."

"I'm sure I would have done the same if our roles were reversed," Simon answered, grabbing her arm and planting a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist. Her breath caught in her throat.

"You called me your girlfriend," she whispered, afraid that if she said it too loudly, he'd instantly take it back.

"Hmm?" was his only reply. She sighed, sitting in his lap. His arms circled around her waist and he looked up into her eyes.

"When you were defending yourself against Anthony," she elaborated. "You called me your girlfriend. Did you mean it?" Her question was sheepish, and she looked away. Simon gently caught her chin and turned her back to face him.

"Do you want me to have meant it?" he asked. She felt as if she couldn't speak so she simply nodded, then rested her forehead against his. "Good. Because I've never meant anything more. If you'll have me, that is."

"Always," she whispered. "I will always have you." He drew her in, capturing her lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

"Now, where were we before your brother interrupted us?" Simon teased, fingers slipping into the back of her shirt. Daphne giggled, shifting to straddle his lap. She draped her arms over his shoulders and circled her hips against his.

"Right about here, I believe," she answered, kissing his neck. He moaned quietly as she sucked gently at the spot behind his ear. He slid his hands under her butt and stood up, keeping her body wrapped around his. He carried her into his bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. He stripped his shirt off in one fluid motion, climbing over top of her and finding her lips again. She spread her legs and pulled her knees up to let him settle between them. His clothed sex pressed against hers as her juices started to soak through her leggings. He rolled his hips against hers slowly, as his hands guided her shirt up her flat stomach. She sat up slightly to help him rid her of the fabric. He caught her back before she could lay back down, undoing her bra's hooks deftly. He tossed it aside, immediately capturing one of her hardened peaks in his mouth. She arched up into him, gasping loudly. His hips kept a steady pace against hers, working her into a frenzy. They'd already ravished each other several times in the past twenty-four hours but this time felt different to them both. It was slower, and gentler and less crazed but somehow more electric.

"Take your pants off," Daphne demanded. Simon smirked, pulling away from her body. She whimpered at the lost of contact but her eyes darkened as he unbuttoned his jeans, slid them off his body and discarded them on the floor. He looked like a Greek god, kneeling before her in just his boxers. The muscles of his chest sculpted so beautifully she could cry. He grabbed the waistband of her leggings, pulling them off and tossing them into the growing clothing pile on the floor.

"It only seems fair that yours are off, too," he commented, slinking forward to settle between her legs. His broad shoulders pushed her thighs up higher as his warm breath fanned over her slick folds.

"And somehow, I ended up completely naked, while you're still not," she huffed. Simon blew on her sensitive flesh, smiling up at her from his spot between her legs. He licked her slit from bottom to top with the very tip of his tongue. Her head fell back, eyes closing in bliss. He repeated the motion, pushing deeper into her heat this time. Her hips jerked towards him, needing more. He spread on hand on her torso, holding her flat and still. The other hand spread her waiting center open as his lips closed around her bundle of nerves. One of her hands grasped the bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip. She ran her other fingers over her hardened nipples. Simon looked up and smiled against her heat as she fondled herself. He licked and sucked at her most sensitive skin, sliding his hand up to help her with her breasts. He rolled one nipple between his fingers while she pinched at the other. Suddenly, his fingers joined his mouth at her pussy, stroking gently for a moment before he drove two fingers deep inside. Daphne's hand fell from her chest as she arched and screamed in utter bliss.

"Simon!" she moaned his name loudly, egging him on. He sped up his maneuvers bringing her to the precipice of climax. He grinned against her clit, then flicked his tongue against her in just the right way to send her over the edge. He helped her ride out her orgasm as long as he could before removing his fingers from her body, locking eyes with her as he licked one finger clean. He pulled her to sit up, placing his still glistening finger on her lip. She sucked his finger into her mouth without hesitation, cleaning herself off of his digit.

"You are so sexy when you cum," he said earnestly. She beamed at him, grabbing at the waistband of his boxers. He sat up on his knees so she could push them down, his erection springing free as he kicked the fabric to the floor. She reached out to touch him but he pushed her gently back onto the bed.

"You've only let me touch you once," she huffed.

"I would much rather bring you pleasure along with mine, then allow you to simply pleasure me," he explained, eyes on hers. She smiled softly.

"Get over here then," she spread her legs open to him once more as he grabbed a condom from his bedside table. She sat up and took it from him, opening the package with her teeth and sliding it down his shaft. He watched her with hooded eyes as she gave his balls a gentle squeeze at the base. He pushed her onto her back again, settling his hips against hers. She reached between them to line up his tip with her entrance. He entered her slowly, locking eyes with her as they both groaned in pleasure. He brushed the hair from her face, rocking his hips against hers in a slow, steady pace. Before long, her moans turned breathless as her inner walls fluttered around him. She cried out his name as she climaxed. With two final thrusts, Simon followed her into bliss. He sagged against her but kept most of his weight on his arms so he wouldn't crush her. His head was buried in her shoulder and she stroked his back softly.

"You're incredible, Daph," he whispered against her skin, kissing her neck. She pressed her lips to his forehead, scratching the back of his head.

"You're pretty incredible yourself, Simon," she answered. He lifted his head to meet her eyes once more, grinning down at her before rolling off of her body and discarding the condom. He rejoined her in bed, lying next to her on his side and running his fingers up and down her naked torso.

"So pensive," she teased, touching his furrowed brow with her fingertips. He caught her hand and kissed each fingertip lightly.

"I was just thinking about what you said about my father's estate," he told her. "I may pay it a visit this week and start clearing it out, moving some of my own things in."

"You're gonna keep it?" she sat up against the headboard, beaming at him.

"I think I am," he whispered. "Perhaps, you could help me fill it with those good memories you suggested?"

"I'd love nothing more," she said earnestly. His eyes darkened and he fixed her with a wolfish smile.

"There are so many rooms in that house," he said thoughtfully. "So many rooms that I can make you scream my name in." She blushed furiously as her center gushed with a new wave of desire.

"And that will cancel out the negative memories in that house?" she asked, face serious but eyes teasing.

"Most definitely," he purred, leaning in and capturing her lips again. She melted into him and they spent the rest of their lazy Saturday in bed.

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