The Domville 6 (The Domville #6) by C. J. Fallowfield Read Free Book Online Page B

single parent who was down on her luck and I offered her some help.
I felt sorry for her. I told you when I tracked you down at Bradbury Events
that I was coming back to make things right with Freckles and I meant it.’
    ‘You even think about letting her down again, a couple of
slaps and some champagne will be like child’s play compared to what I’ll do to
you,’ she warned with a pointed finger.
    ‘I won’t let her down. I’ve had plenty of time to think
about this seriously, Alexis. I know what I want.’
    ‘Go and sort her out then,’ she sighed with a shake of
her head. ‘And when I say sort her out, I don’t mean take advantage of her when
she’s drunk.’
    ‘Jaysis, woman. She’s flathered! I’d never do that. I had
plenty of chances in the past, if that was all I was after, and I never did.
I’ll text you when she’s awake and let you know she’s ok. Thanks for giving me
her address for the rose and for making sure she came tonight.’ I kissed her on
the cheek, grateful Freckles had a good friend to look out for her while I was
gone.
    ‘Well, everyone knew you two were meant to be, except the
bloody two of you. Took your sweet time realising it. I just hope you’re not
too late, some wounds can never be healed, Finian. Go and look after my girl
and update me as soon as you can. Don’t forget, I won’t be so forgiving if you
hurt her again.’
    ‘I wouldn’t dare,’ I replied with a grin. ‘You’ll be ok
on your own?’
    ‘I’ll be fine, I’m surrounded by old friends. Please go and
take care of her, I hadn’t realised how drunk she was.’
    I nodded and strode off in the direction of the exit and
the lifts. The concierge came running over when he saw me struggling to get my
key card while trying not to drop Toni. He retrieved my wallet for me and
offered to come up to open the door to my suite. He confirmed that the young
lady I’d been worrying about had been for her walk and was currently having her
things moved to her new suite. I was half listening as my eyes kept drifting
down to Freckles to check that she was ok. Christ, I’d been an eejit. Fucking
everything that moved and not allowing myself to see what was right in front of
me. But that’s what I’d needed back then. I carefully lay her on my bed and
gave the concierge some notes before seeing him out and locking the door. I let
out a heavy sigh and ran my hands through my hair. I was wet and sticky, but
she needed sorting out first. I unzipped my clean shirt out of the garment bag,
ready to slip onto her. First I had to get her awake and undressed. I sat on
the edge of the bed and gently patted her face as I called her name.
    ‘Go away,’ she mumbled. ‘I don’t want to see you.’
    ‘Well, you’re stuck with me and I don’t want you being
sick on your dress or in your sleep. Help me out here.’ I hauled her upper body
up to mine and she flopped against my chest, her head on my shoulder. I
resisted the urge to kiss her head and reached around to undo the zip on her
dress. I’d undressed her so many times over the years, seen her in underwear as
she padded around our shared digs and not once had I reacted to that. This was
totally different. She wasn’t just my best friend Freckles anymore.
    She was more.
    I gritted my teeth as I slipped the straps of her dress
off her shoulders. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I could feel my chest
rising and falling as I tried to take calm breaths. Feck! She even had on a
green lace bra. She’d only ever worn white or black functional underwear in all
the time I’d seen her. This was sexy underwear and God had her body matured.
Her small breasts had filled out into proper handfuls that I was longing to
squeeze and bury my face between. I shook my head and lay her back down. Her
dress was gathered around her waist and I needed to get it over her hips.
    ‘Lift your arse for me, Freckles,’ I ordered, noticing
the gruffness in my voice.
    ‘ You’re an arse, Finian