Lacybourne Manor (Ghosts and Reincarnation #3)(37)
Author: Kristen Ashley

“Sibyl –” he started but her hands were urgent on his waist, her nails digging into him.

“Yes, Colin, yes,” she breathed, impatient. “Two months. Now, will you just please move?”

Colin grinned.

Then he did as Sibyl asked.

Chapter Nine

Danger

The phone was ringing.

Sibyl decided to ignore it, her answerphone would get it. She was too deliciously tired to bother.

When it stopped ringing, abruptly, she smiled sleepily but her smile was short-lived.

“Hullo?”

She heard this said in a husky, baritone voice.

Instantly awake, she twisted violently in the bed, pulling the covers over her br**sts, just in time to hear Colin say, “She’s right here.” His clay-coloured eyes, rimmed with their lush lashes, slid to her. “It’s for you.”

Ignoring the rush of warmth in her belly at the sight of his eyes and him in her bed, she snatched the phone out of his hand and covered the mouthpiece. “Of course it’s for me, who would it be for? Mallory?”

He smiled.

This smile was again lethal but not with danger, instead with the heady, pleasant aftermath of sex.

A lot of sex.

A lot of really, really good sex.

She ignored that too (and what it did to her belly, namely, making it flutter) and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Who was that?” her mother asked.

Sibyl sat bolt upright in bed, still holding the sheets to her chest.

“Mom?”

“Yes, baby, it’s your mother. Your sister phoned and told me you had a sure thing so I had to call.”

Sibyl dropped her forehead into her hand, rested her elbow on her thigh and closed her eyes in despair.

Her bloody, bloody sister.

Her bloody, bloody mother.

Who else on earth had two relatives that were so interested in their daughter/sibling’s sex life?

“It appears she was right!” her mother crowed ecstatically.

“What time is it there? It has to be…” Sibyl twisted around to look at the clock on the bedside table.

What she saw was Colin on his side, resting with his head in his hand and watching her, his eyes soft with interest.

And his eyes looked good soft with interest.

She twisted back so fast she was pretty certain she pulled something.

“It’s midnight, baby, and I’m about to go out and commune with nature,” her mother answered. “I thought I’d give you a buzz before I draw down the moon to see how your night went but I guess I don’t have to ask.”

“Mom –”

“Is he cute?”

“Mom –”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“Mom!”

“What? Oh, yes, you probably can’t talk now, since he’s there. And if I take up your time, you might miss a morning quickie.”

Sibyl returned to her defeated position of head in hand and she expelled a frustrated sigh. She loved her mother, she’d lay down her life for her but sometimes she was just too much. And now was definitely one of those times.

Her mother continued. “Just know I’m glad your dry spell is over and I hope your father and I meet him in April. Will we meet him in April?”

Sibyl’s body went rigid.

In all the emotional drama, she’d forgotten about her parent’s visit in April. Their visit was smack in the middle of Colin’s two months. Two months where he was to have her when he said, where he said.

The very thought of those words made her shiver and, she had to admit, this shiver had not a thing to do with fear or gloom.

Sibyl powered through the shiver and began, “Mom –”

“I know, it’s too soon. I hope to meet him though. He must be something special to catch your fancy. See you soon, baby.”

Then she rang off without giving Sibyl a chance to say good-bye.

Sibyl pressed the phone off with her thumb and sat staring at it, thinking maybe she should throw it through the window.

Sibyl was not a morning person and this morning was no exception. Her mother only exacerbated the problem.

Before she could engage in her violent act against the phone, Colin slid it out of her hand.

She didn’t watch him replace it in the receiver; she just plopped back on the pillows with a heavy sigh.

Her life was completely out-of-control and she only had herself to blame.

“That sounded like an interesting conversation,” Colin remarked.

Considering the fact that she’d only uttered a handful of words, and most of them were “Mom”, she threw him a killing look where only her eyes moved sideways but she didn’t speak.

When she didn’t, he did. “I imagine she wasn’t too thrilled when a man answered the phone first thing in the morning.”

“Oh no,” Sibyl replied, slowly closing her eyes. “One could say she was beside herself with glee.”

No response.

Sibyl opened her eyes again.

He was back to resting on his elbow, watching her with warm, inquisitive eyes.

She decided to ignore the warm, inquisitive eyes too. She didn’t want to think of a warm, inquisitive Colin. If she did, she might shiver again.

“My mother is…” How could she put it? “Odd.”

He decided that the conversation was finished and she knew this because his head began to descend.

“Colin, we have to talk,” Sibyl blurted.

The descent stopped.

“That doesn’t sound good.” His voice was guarded.

“My parents are coming to visit me,” she told him.

His eyebrows came up lazily. This, for some reason, made her stomach do a flip flop.

Regardless, Sibyl persevered, “In April.”

He still simply regarded her.

“For two weeks,” she finished.

“And?” he prompted.

“And, well… you and… well… me…”

He grinned. This grin was wicked.

She was beginning to realise Colin liked the upper hand, which he had a great deal with regard to her.

His head descended again and he brushed his lips against hers before saying, “I see.”

“We’ll need to take a little break for two weeks and –”

“Oh no.” His lips brushed hers again, his tone firm, and he finished. “A deal’s a deal.”

“Colin!” She pulled her head away (as far away as it could go, resting on a pillow). “I can’t exactly say, ‘Sorry, Mom… Dad, gotta go meet my lover for a rousing round of bed play’. I don’t think so.”