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and Clare were enjoying a lunchtime
coffee in one of the cafes lining Harford Green. Sian had texted
Clare on her way home on the train, while she was still on a
sexually gratified high. Clare insisted on meeting the next
day.
    ‘So, what do I tell Chris, if he asks? Is Rob
messing you around or not?’
    Sian sat back and contemplated the situation,
‘Tell him nothing. Nothing happened.’
    ‘Mindfucking? Keeping him hanging?’
    ‘Perhaps. I just haven’t decided how I feel
yet.’
    ‘So, what will you do next time you see
Rob?’
    ‘I’ve no idea. There’s a chance he thinks I’m
a bit of a nutter, which would be embarrassing. I didn’t know how
to react when he went all…I don’t know, cruel?’
    ‘Cruel?’
    ‘Maybe more crude? A bit blunt. I wasn’t
expecting to be romanced, things went a bit fast for that, but the
way he spoke about what we’d done. I felt a bit hurt. And used.’
Sian stared into her coffee. ‘There’s also something I overheard, I
don’t know whether getting involved is a good idea.’
    ‘Home game this weekend. You can’t miss that
match, it’s a big cup game.’
    Sian grimaced, ‘I’ll…I’ll just behave like it
never happened. Neither time. Polite but friendly. Not think about
jumping him again. Really not.’
    ‘You really think you can do that?’ asked
Clare, raising an eyebrow.
    ‘I can try.’
     
     
    This time Rob wasn’t teased for scratch marks
down his back, instead they noticed a bite mark on his neck. The
banter in the changing room after the showers wasn’t any better
than before.
    ‘She must be a fox, mun. First scratches, now
bites. OK boys, do we know who this vixen is?’
    Marcus could only shake his head honestly; he
hadn’t yet connected the woman he’d seen with Sian’s hasty exit.
Gavin had his head buried in his kit bag so no one picked up his
slight blush. A passing Chris only glared at Rob, daring him to say
something.
    A younger voice piped up from the other end
of the changing room, ‘From my place, I did see a woman in a red
dress strutting out of his flat. Didn’t see her face but she looked
vaguely familiar from behind. Hot too.’
    Another voice groaned quietly, ‘What is it
about scrum halves that made them so bloody irritating? If it
wasn’t Sam on a wind-up last year, it’s now Damo the fucking kid.
Why won’t he shut the fuck up?’
    Damian giggled on regardless, ‘I’d so do her,
on her hands and knees, so it didn’t matter what her face looked
like.’
    Rob wasn’t expecting the flash of anger he
experienced. He wanted to keep Sian to himself, how dare Damian! To
cover his feelings, he turned his back to the rest of the players
and towelled himself off.
    He’d awoken that morning still confused by
Sian’s exit, unsure what to do next and embarrassed by his
behaviour. Should he call her again after last night, or was that
too much like stalking? Sent a text to say sorry for being rude? He
should have sent one last night, maybe the time had passed?
    He wanted to have a word with Chris, but he’d
just shrugged his shoulders at him and mimed that he knew nothing.
Fuck.
    Even more worrying was that he was hardening
every time he remembered his exploits with Sian. When he remembered
when she must have bitten him, that first time that night as she
straddled him, squeezing him tightly as she came. Screaming into
his neck.
    Last night he’d started changing the sheets
but the smell of them together had got him so hard, he had to stop
for a wank, which felt confusingly unsatisfying without her there.
She definitely would have lent a hand or two, or even a mouth. Her
mouth, with that flicking tongue, sucking and licking him like a
lollipop. He wanted to see her on her hands and knees, completely
absorbed in enjoying his body. That first time where she used her
breasts and swallowed everything? He thought that was so hot and
natural. She really loved to lick him all over too, her obvious
enjoyment feeding his own arousal.
    It