1 comments/ 8029 views/ 6 favorites Meriweather Way Secrets By: Kissmesweet We all have secrets...Elise Fairborough had many! Living at number twelve, Meriwether Way for the last six years she had discovered the very best way to press her husband's shirts, the perfect stain remover for her white sheepskin rug even the best way to brew coffee in the morning to give it the strongest taste. Yet if one thing Elise had learned above all that she had perfected in the last six years, it was how to keep a secret behind closed doors. 'Yeah of course just set up the meeting, I will be down in an hour... No don't make it earlier than three...because I won't make it in time. I'm leaving now.' Elise felt her stomach clench as Alex walked out the front door. His suit looked perfect, each pleat finely ironed, his crisp shirt looked effortlessly white. Even the lipstick stain on his collar had been flawlessly removed. 'Be safe honey' She smiled flicking the speck of lint from his shoulder as he headed towards the car. 'Yeah thanks baby' he muttered sliding in the front seat of his SUV. Her smile never faltered as he reversed off the drive and sped down the lane. 'Elise' Carrie called from across the street; she hurried over in her Manolo's, pearls swishing with the intensity of her run. 'I just saw Alex leaving, is he off to work again.' Elise smiled though it didn't touch her eyes. 'He has work he needs to do.' 'Of course I know how busy he is, anyway I wanted to talk to you about Steven.' Elise sighed turning back towards her front door 'Steven?' 'Yes.' Carrie followed her into the hall; her subtle deep breathes confirmed her haste. 'It's just me and Mark were wondering where you hired him from?' Elise shut the front door on Dottily way and turned embracing the sweet youth of her friend and neighbour. Steven, her male nanny had drawn some considerable interest over the year and a half, he was polite, gorgeous and most importantly brilliant with her three boys, the only thing Elise was he wasn't, was interested in her. Of course Elise would never dream of eliciting an affair with the youthful handsome help but what else could she do but admire, besides Carrie was much more his type, Young, fresh, beautiful and impossibly sweet. 'You don't have any children Carrie what could you possibly want a male nanny for?' Elise instantly regretted her question; Carrie and Mark had been trying for a baby for so long the mere thought of conceiving tormented them endlessly. 'I'm sorry Carrie' 'No don't be.' She smiled turning away from Elise. 'I just wanted to know for the future.' Elise grasped Carrie by the shoulder, squeezing it softly with the palm of her hand, 'Sure, I'll get the number for his company, there really quite good.' Carrie turned with a beaming smile the saddened expression she once sported removed from her face. 'Thanks Elise, so tell me where the hunk is?' Elise smiled, it was no secret her manny was the epitome of masculinity with a healthy compassion for children. He was twenty three and gorgeous, fresh out of a PHD in child speech therapy and saving to travel the world. Since male nannies had just become the height of fashion, Elise had little choice but to hire one for her boys. It was a shame she supposed he was gay but perhaps for the best, if he was straight she would have little choice but to fantasise about an affair with the nanny constantly while her husband attended business meetings all day at work. 'He's upstairs with the kids, they have practise in an hour, and then he's bringing them home.' 'They must find it hard with Alexander away all the time.' 'Of course they do but Steven is a really great manny and because he lives with us they see him all the time. I would recommend one to you for when you have your own babies Carrie,' Elise turned to see Carrie's hopeful face 'And believe me honey you will soon' Carrie grinned 'Thanks'. Elise walked towards a small dressing table at the door of her living room, pulling the antique draw from the frame she rummaged for the card that had brought Steven into their lives. 'Anyway here it is.' She handed the small white card over admiring the flawlessly cut edges and the smooth writing softly embossed and trimmed with thinly laid gold leaf. Carrie grasped the little card with hope perhaps if she made plans for a baby now, the baby itself would be sure to follow. She turned towards the large wide front door readying to leave 'between me and you,' Elise tuned her attention back on the cheery blonde, soft yellow curls framed her face as the silky fabric of her dress floated about her perfectly lean legs, 'Yes.' 'I just wondered, you being here alone most days and all, if it doesn't get a little... hard to have someone like Steven living with you?' Elise wanted to reveal the truth the little secret that plagued her every day, how she loved to watch Steven playing in the garden with the Kids because on heated days he would remove his top and reveal mouth-watering abs, how she longed to touch his sun kissed skin, brush the backs of her fingers down his lean chest, even venture further to meet the intense patch of fine hair trailing from his stomach to his groin. 'I barely have a chance; I mean I have the house to keep clean.' 'Don't you have a maid for that?' 'Well she's European and for my standards I often find I have to go round behind her and do it myself' Elise's voice rose with each word until all that remained was a high pitch squeak. 'Well I know how much Alexander means to you, you two are so happy it must be hard to even consider someone else in the same way.' Elise blew out her fringe with her breathe, of course Carrie would think her relationship perfect she had spent the last six years claiming it so, but their house wasn't filled with love, of course her children where the core of her world but Alexander considered her nothing more than the help. It was no way to live life, obsessing over the children and pining for her man, that was just it, Elise needed a thorough bread male, someone to take her in a way that made her feel her femininity, touched her senses and most of all helped her reach her peak. Carrie's lips creased into a soft smile, 'Well I best be leaving... Mark and I are going to brunch at the new restaurant on Elvi street, of course you know everyone will be brunching there it was murder getting a table.' Elise nodded slowly everyone but Alexander and Elise would be there of course. She would be cooped up in her outwardly untouched home, cleaning her flawless untouched china and feeling just well... untouched. 'Perhaps Alexander and I will go soon... when he's not so busy.' Her words dripped like pure acid down her throat. The sweet single malt whisky hidden in the silverware cabinet might relieve some of this bitterness she thought quietly to herself as she let Carrie out. As she moved to shut the door, the sweet fragrance of roses fanned into the house from the bush she trimmed each day on the surrounding wall of the entrance. The odour made bile film her stomach. Spotting a stray branch leaving the pitch of the house away from the rest of the bush created havoc in her mind, she itched to reach for the trimmers and relieve the delinquent stem from her house. Surveying the wayward branch Elise reminded herself that this was simply the role of a virtuous housewife to maintain the home while there husband brought back the bread, or the scent of cheap perfume on their jacket or a vile shade of red lipstick stain on their collar. She grappled with her thoughts moving to the small draw of her antique French side table close to the kitchen entrance. Collecting her secateurs Elise ran her fingertips over the softly padded handle wondering how Alexander planned to run his delicate fingers over the giving thighs of his newly hired secretary once he reached the office. Elise was under no delusion for why she had been hired and the adequacy of her C.V had nothing to do with it. Scooping them into her grasp she paced the dark oak floor along her hall back to the front door. The light from the softly sun drenched room cast appealing outlines on the polished metal blades, Elise pondered how the crisp lights in Alexander's office looked reflecting in the deep red tresses of his PA's hair, having met the stunning ex-model once before when she was newly hired, Elise could speculate... pretty dam good. SNIP! The secateurs cut cleanly through the affronting rose limb. Elise shook herself there was no point crying over spilt milk or motel receipts, it had been the daily routine for over two years, Alexander couldn't even bring himself to touch her anymore. In truth Elise had become so desperate for physical contact she had been willing to overlook the tousled look of his clothes when he returned from the office late, even the stench of cheap vodka and the insulting aroma of perfume hadn't been enough for her not to throw herself at him, but he always shamelessly turned away leaving Elise's inner self to whimper and crumple over like a run over rabbit, her sex life was literally at deaths door. Elise kept herself in great condition, better than great; she tried to appear consistent with her beauty; softly done face, demure but sexy dress, for fuck sake even her fringe quaffed at the right angle. SNIP! A branch Elise hadn't intended to cut hit the floor; she stared in horror as the result of her frustration fell from her house. Her small outburst felt good. SNIP! There went another one. SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! A momentary smile spread across her face, for once it made no difference to her that the front door lay wide open, let them watch, let them judge they could not critic her any more than she did herself. 'Umm are you ok Mrs Fair borough?' The deep voice from the stairway almost caused Elise to lose a finger to her incessant clipping; she pulled her hand from the branch just in time taking a rose off the bush with her sudden movements. Steven looked aghast no doubt questioning her sanity and her reason for the lack of. Elise looked to Steven in shock her mind fogged from her wild imaginings about Alexander and Alexis, his beautiful red headed assistant. Realising Steven was eying the blanket of greenery and roses strewn on the front porch Elise racked her brain for a plausible excuse to her actions. 'I'm thinking of replacing it with a wisteria.' She inwardly winced at the ridiculous excuse. 'Then shouldn't you hire someone to take down the whole plant instead of doing it stem by stem with your clippers? I mean otherwise you will be here for a while' Steven decided to offer her a branch figuratively and waved his hand at the whole situation, so the woman was having a psychotic breakdown, with the amount of pressure to be seamless in this town it wasn't surprising people started coming away at them, even he could barely keep up with the O.C.D she possessed. She even ironed the kid's socks each afternoon. Elise smiled recomposing herself and gently placed the cutters back in the draw, she collected a black bag from the kitchen before turning back to the foliage display on the porch and bending to scoop it up. Steven had already begun collecting the debris by the time she returned. 'No, Steven I can do that it's my mess I can clean it up.' Elise snorted a little too tightly; the embarrassment of her actions mired her, causing her to softly blush red through the paleness of her cheeks. 'Don't be stupid I'm here now and I've already done most of the work, at least let me finish it' Steven smiled softly pushing her aside then holding onto her for a moment after, while she rocked on her feet, perhaps she was just having a bad day, Elise reasoned, she would not feel this way about her life forever, as soon as the clutter had been cleaned away she would not regret the life she chose for herself, she would then be able to look around her pristine house and think how lucky she was to have such beautiful things. Steven swept the last of the tangle of greenery with his hands into the bag and stood back to admire his work. 'Perfect' He chortled gently resting a hand on Elise's shoulder. Elise looked around her pristine house and felt...nothing. 'Gosh how are the children I didn't even think to ask when you came down stairs what are they doing?' Elise snapped out of her ire remembering the two beautiful boys she worshipped upstairs. 'Their fine Mrs Fairbourogh, Nathan is all ready for soccer practise, I just left him to finish putting on his socks before we head out and I put Nicky with him playing with his toys while I came down and spoke to you about something.' Elise couldn't be more grateful to have such a manny as Steven, his impeccable manners and easy grace with her children made every other woman in Dottily Way ravenous to pocket him as their manny. The fact that he looked outrageously handsome every second of the day but made no signs of knowing it helped his appeal, even Elise couldn't help but stare at the chiselled lines of his face, perfect in every way. 'Of course Steven what is it?' Elise asked frowning at the formality between them, he had been a part of their family for a year and a half since the second of her two boys hit two and no matter how often she insisted he ease his formality he continued to be professional down to the dotted I's. 'In the past year I have never imagined I would be asking such a thing from you in all my time, I even feel ashamed to ask now Elise' The softness to which he spoke her name endeared her, he was such a decent man at heart. 'You can speak to me freely Steven, whatever it is you need...ask?' 'Well I know that Mr fairborough is leaving town for the weekend tomorrow otherwise I would never of asked because it would have been a straight NO from where he's standing but...well...my brother is expected into town tomorrow for the weekend and seeing as I'm your live in nanny I can't exactly offer him a place to stay that is my own. I know this is so much to ask but I was hoping...' 'He could stay here with us? Of course he can.' Elise beamed, if his brother was anything like Steven he would be a delight to have round. Steven's expression melted on his face, shock over took him. 'You would let my brother stay here? I was going to ask for maybe a couple of days off and a small raise to help pay for the hotel bill.' Steven replied dumbfounded. 'Why would you want to spend a raise on a place to stay when you have a perfectly good home here?' Elise mocked wagging her finger softly in his face. 'Well I just thought you wouldn't want a stranger here...around your kids.' 'He's not crazy right?' Elise questioned sternly 'No' Steven responded 'He wouldn't hurt my children would he?' 'Of course not, he's my brother.' 'Then he stays with us.' Elise smiled. 'Are you sure?' he queried searching her eyes for any sign of duress. 'Stop analysing my reactions Steven, look you have been here with us for the most stressful time of my life when I hit rock bottom with two screaming boys vying for my attention. I quite frankly don't know how you put up with my obsessive cleaning disorder when tending to two boys but you do it day in day out and you don't make me feel guilty for needing your help. So if you can't turn to me and ask for help when you need it for something as small as helping a relative out for a weekend then there is some serious problems in our relationship.' The fact that Steven was handsome didn't change the fact that she cared for him as a friend, it didn't reinforce it either, she truly liked him for who he was and the actions he took never mind if he had a great ass and sexy dimples. Steven chuckled wholeheartedly 'You were kind of a mess when I arrived.' Elise poked him defensively in the ribs 'That doesn't mean you can backchat me know Mr... so its agreed your brother can stay here this weekend.' The grin quickly faded from Steven's mouth 'Yes that being said I think it's better that I stay with my brother in a hotel over the weekend.' Perplexity marred Elise's expression 'But why I said its ok.' 'Yes but...' Steven clutched for the right wording 'He's not like me in many ways but our look and even then it's questionable he's not as well...kept as me so to say.' 'Rubbish Steven I won't let you spend your money on a hotel for two days when I already said he can stay here, so he's not a super manny with impeccable dress sense.' Elise leant towards him as though about to reveal a secret, she whispered softly towards his ear 'I think you'll find not many people are.' Steven laughed tapping her softly on the back before calling up to Nathan to hurry this pace. 'Look I better go up and get Nicky ready for the journey I'm taking him to watch his big brother play ball today remember.' Steven hesitated, 'Are you sure you don't want to come to.' Elise surveying the room, she saw numerous objects out of place and the rugs looked in need of a desperate hoover, though she knew she was deluding herself by cleaning to prevent her thoughts of Alex she could no longer hep her actions it had become compulsive. She didn't even want to imagine the state of the kitchen though the only person to use it all morning had been Alex, that fact alone made it the dirtiest room of all. 'No I don't think so I've got so much to do here.' Steven sighed peeking past Elise into the flawless rooms that littered the house. He understood her need to clean, hell he even understood the reason why, if her fuck wit of a husband couldn't service her sexual frustration and she didn't believe in looking anywhere else then he supposed it was clean obsessively or hump the sheepskin rug. Steven turned to start back up the stairway 'Oh I was planning to pick Lorkan up from the airport around ten Saturday morning, if that ok? I can take him out for the day if you would pre...' 'You will need to spend the day settling him in not wondering the streets looking for things to do, bring him back here and I can cook you lunch once you've finished packing.' 'You don't have to,' 'But I want to.' Elise beamed 'Please it's no trouble you haven't seen your family in so long, it's not often we have another Maynard visit this home.' Steven smiled and nodded once before turning back up the stairs, once she was introduced to his brother she may not want to see another Maynard again. Elise watched the smooth lines of Stevens back disappear round the corner before she turned on her heels. Now where was that duster? 'Well hello' Elise smiled watching the strange man enter her house with confusion dusting the features of his face. He spared her a glance before swinging the duffle bag from his broad shoulder onto the freshly polished wood floor. His boots scuffed in the mud from the street, Elise mentally winced. A loud whistle shook the hall as he took in his surroundings almost dazed by the ornateness of it all. 'HEE...LL...OOO' Lorkan replied loudly. 'Steven this cannot be where you're living now?' Steven fell into the front door behind his brother scooping for the bag he just dropped, on what he knew would be freshly polished floor. 'Yeh it is, and it stays this beautiful because we don't just chuck stuff on the floor and let it mould there.' He sighed, eyeing Elise's first impressions of the man he brought home. Elise couldn't help stare at the brass of someone who would not even formally introduce himself to his host let alone throw his belongings on the floor and survey the house like he wanted to knick something from it. Steven caught Elise's expression 'Lorkan this is your hostess Elise. It was only due to Elise's say so that you have a place to stay.' Elise addressed her employee and friend in horror 'This is your brother.' She worked hard to conceal the shock in her voice but it drizzled from the corner of her mouth like ice cream down a cone. Meriweather Way Secrets Lorkan eventually stopped performing small pirouettes on the spot admiring her impeccable taste long enough to survey his Hostess. 'The names Lorkan' He smiled dusting his hand over his thick jumper before extending it to a seemingly motionless Elise. Elsie peered round him at Steven 'Your brother?' Lorkan abruptly blocked her field of view with his broad heavily laid body and once again extended his hand, this time his face didn't hold such causality now preferring to smirk at her instead. 'One and the same and the only one he got.' Steven huffed starting up the staircase to Lorkan's newly designated room with the duffle bag in his hand 'That's not true.' He didn't look back, his brother tended to make people feel uncomfortable for a small time when they knew Steven first, in looks he had heard, that they looked very much the same but in personality they were worlds apart. 'Well the only one he likes' 'Again not true' Steven huffed reaching the top of the stairway and veering left to take Lorkan's bag into the spare room. Lorkan offered Elise an appraising look 'He's just shy about his affection for me.' Lorkan once again extended his hand 'I'm Lorkan Maynard, Stevens older brother and you are Elise...forgive me my brother didn't give me your last name.' Elise considered the gruff hunk in front of her, yes he had the magnificence his brother shared but his lay hidden beneath a thick line of stubble on his face and a travellers wardrobe that spoke of nights sleeping rough or in hostels, a deep set tan lay seamlessly about his forearms and face that could only be achieved standing in the scorching sun of the African desert. His appeal was obvious but so were the warning signs of a carefree rogue who would take advantage of her home, her hospitality and potentially her body. Elise blushed at the final thought, instantly bristling at the attraction she felt coursing. 'Mrs... Elise Fairborough' Lorkan surveyed the petite beauty in front of him, her delicate features accentuated by the firm cut of her tailored outfit, and the soft pastel green made the blush that appeared across her cheeks and neck evident, exciting. 'Well it's great to meet you MRS...Fair borough.' Lorkan beamed dropping his hand at the sharp expression Elise enfolded at his callous use of her title. Elise couldn't help but roll her eyes 'Anyway, you can take the rest of your things upstairs to the guest room on your left, Steven will show you where to put you're...' Elise squinted at the dirty shoulder bag he carried 'items while you stay.' 'And where will you be?' Lorkan asked abruptly startling Elise. 'I...I'm going to be in the kitchen; I'm rustling up some lunch for you guys. I imagine you must be hungry after traveling for so long, Steven told me you were last backpacking through Ireland before coming all the way to America?' 'I was' Lorkan didn't disguise his casual perusal of her exquisitely dressed body as she spoke, causing the blush on her neck to travel between the collar of her shirt, over her breasts. Elise struggled for words, silence engulfing her as she could do nothing but watch like a deer in headlights as he prowled her body. A deep guttural moan elicited from his chest as he final reached her eyes. 'I didn't expect to have met such a good welcome party when I stayed with my brother; I was expecting a cold floor and a small flat when I heard he was working as a manny...is it?' Elise nodded. 'I'm pleasantly surprised.' A cough vented from the top of the staircase and filtered through the silent hall instantly. Elise and Lorkan tore their gaze and met with deep brown eyes and an unhappy mien. 'Lorkan...Come let me show you to your room' Steven interjected, a hint of irritation lacing his innocent words. 'Sure' Lorkan smiled swinging his body towards the staircase without a second look at the startled deer Elise resembled as she turned towards the kitchen. 'You guys be ready in an hour.' Elise noticed her voice sounded unsteady...panicky even. 'Will do.' Steven called pulling the shoulder bag from his brother and directing him towards the guest room on the other side of the house from his employer. Elise stirred the white sauce upon the stove in a trance, Alex had only been away for a few hours and already she had felt a moment more alive than she had felt in the last four years. Her children were at a friend's birthday party for the afternoon and Steven wasn't collecting them for quite some time, Elise had nothing better to do but fantasise about the muscular bad mannered brother with the lightning rod magnetism but little else, setting himself up in her guest room. 'What are we having for lunch?' Elise twisted in her classic Prada heels towards the kitchen entrance. Lorkan appeared relaxed leant to one side of the door frame though most of the entrance lay covered by his beautifully carved physique. His body was much like his brothers, obviously through his genes but he held a stronger ground with which he dominated the room he occupied. Elise mentally took a step back, though the stove stopped her from physically moving, his presence felt tangible. 'Linguine with white clam sauce' Elise muttered, hoping he liked seafood. 'Mmm sounds good, have you made it yourself?' Lorkan asked offering a glimpse of a smile though his manner remained domineering and strangely overly confident. Elise felt herself shiver softly unlike Steven who insisted on making himself clear as the help and therefore ready to follow her lead anytime, Lorkan for an instant appeared as though he owned the house, this was his little woman cooking the afternoon meal, that was his doorway he leant against, it was his king size bed that he would take her too after they ate and screw her upon in the soft light of her room. For a second Elise wished that she truly had a husband who would watch her cook, ask her questions, dam even do her good and proper at the kitchen sink. 'What are you thinking about?' 'I'm thinking where Steven is?' Lorkan stood from the doorway and entered the kitchen using strong steps to bring him next to the stove. He peered into the saucepan before turning the stove dial off allowing the sauce to stop boiling. Elise watched, nerves coursing through her body as he moved within an inch of her next to the pan. 'He's in the guest room, unpacking for me. He said I couldn't unpack properly, whatever unpacking properly means.' He smirked resting his broad hip against the counter side a fraction from Elise's. The awkwardness of the situation bemused her mind and she didn't move away as he reached forward to brush a strand of wayward hair from her fringe. 'He likes to keep things orderly around here obviously with two small boys and a mother who obsesses over mess he has his work cut out.' Elise joked, unnerved by the soft touch of his fingers on her face. 'Are you really that bad?' Lorkan asked dropping his hand. 'Fortunately you've never met anyone like me before...I'm obsessive' the words oozed from her tongue before she could draw them back. The heated look in his gaze nearly pounded her to the floor. 'Clearly I haven't.' Elise turned away hastily resuming her stirring in the pan. Through her bewilderment she had almost burned her sauce and by now the pasta should have been cooking next to it but Elise couldn't think to redeploy her thoughts. Thank heavens Lorkan had turned down the stove or she would have had to start from scratch. Even if it was his fault in the first place she had become side tracked. Through her thoughts she had forgotten Lorkan presence by her side until he pressed his hard chest to her back to see over her into the pan. Elise felt tingles touch her nipples and was glad of the rigid structure of her top. 'Can I make a suggestion?' Lorkan inquired gaging her reaction as she fidgeted in his grasp. 'Sure' Lorkan walked over to the fridge, flipped the door open and leaned in to grasp a small yellow jar. He took deep strides back to the stove and resumed his position behind Elise's back unnerving her once more. He picked up the small serving spoon next to the pot and scooped some mustard from the jar before stirring it into the sauce. Elise gasped, was it still classed as a suggestion if he just did it anyway. 'You haven't even tasted it, how can you possibly know...' 'Taste it!' Lorkan interrupted ladling a small portion of the sauce onto his spoon and holding it up to her mouth. Elise instinctively wrapped her mouth around the warm metal and tasted the sauce. It went down smoother and more flavoursome than it had before and Elise closed her eyes momentarily to savour the taste. 'That tastes good.' She murmured turning round to face Lorkan in the small space of his arms. Lorkan immediately slanted his mouth over her own, slipping the tip of his tongue across her sensitive lips soliciting access into her mouth. Elise sighed, the sensation of heated lips on her own felt so overwhelming she couldn't move. Lorkan pulled back surveying her face. 'I can't taste it if you don't open your mouth as well.' He smirked waiting for her to take another breathe and release her lips. As soon as she ran out of air in her lungs her mouth opened a crack and Lorkan once again leaned in slipping his tongue into the crack, stroking her tongue with his own. The sensations through her body felt beautiful, rewarding, she had craved for touch for so long from Alexander that for the moment her body forgot who was really working her mouth and just enjoyed the feeling. Soon the kiss began to vibrate through her body and passion flared through her loins, the kiss deepened and soon she rocked on her feet provoking Lorkan to grasp her round the waist and pull her into his stiff body. He dropped his hands to her waste and then to her ass shoving her hard against the counter, eliciting pleasing whimpers from the woman in his arms. She tasted so good, smelled so good, even the softness of her lips astounded his roguish mind; he had to be more gentle than normal in case he snapped her in two with his fire. 'Baby hop up on the counter for me' Lorkan whispered in the crease of her ear before lifting her effortlessly and sliding her securely onto the cold marble surface. Elise couldn't focus her body so hunger starved she felt willing to do anything as long as he didn't stop the contact. Hell she hadn't even thought about Alex and his sex slave Alexis since the moment he had entered the door. Lorkan knelt to the floor removing the attractive Prada shoes from her feet. They were sexy as hell but not suitable for what Lorkan had planned before Steven came downstairs and caught them. Elise watched like a mouse faced by a cat as he began pushing her tight fitting pencil skirt up over her smooth thighs and around her waist. Know her whole lower body felt exposed, only the thin layer of black lace covering her pussy served to protect her from his gaze. Watching the fear sweep over Elise's face as he finished tugging her skirt over her hips made Lorkan question his sanity in doing this, he had only met the woman twenty minutes ago and already he wanted to be inside her, that pristine exterior she hid behind stripped before him as she writhed on whatever body part he chose to put inside her. He usually didn't go for married woman and certainly not women he would have to see more than once, for fuck sake he would have to be living in this woman's home for another two days after they had done this but he couldn't help it, from the second he saw her, he knew she needed to be fucked...by him. He could make her feel good, it was clear her husband hadn't been doing his job as she dripped sexual frustration. Lorkan kissed her again. Elise moaned. 'What do you want me to do with you?' Lorkan asked huskily barely containing his need to stick his rigid cock inside her. Elise whimpered she didn't know, didn't care just as long as he kept touching her. He smoothed her fringe behind her ear before nipping softly on the delicate skin of her lope; he licked and kissed the sensitive spot to sooth the sharpness of his bites. 'I...I don't care' Elise moaned not sure if she should return the attention his body was giving hers by touching him back. 'Let me fuck you?' Lorkan challenged, running his hands down her sides to the creases of her skirt. A flash of clarity evoked Elise to rebel 'No' she muttered trying to ignore the comforting feeling of his hands on her inner thighs. 'Then I'm just going to finger fuck you, but Elise...' he commanded her attention as he raised his head to look her in the eyes. Elise stared back though her vision still remained erotically clouded by her lust for him. 'I only have two days here with you, so the next time I say I'm going to fuck you I won't be accepting a no if you don't stop me know.' His expression demanded that she not deny him again. For a moment the clarity of the situation drew her kicking and screaming back to reality and she made to get off the side. He immediately stopped her, drawing his hands round her waist and physically holding her still. Though Elise knew she should panic the passion and possession in his eyes stimulated her desire. She ground herself against his rigid throbbing cock yielding to his insistent pressure. 'Ok' she agreed biting her bottom lip. 'Do you trust me in this?' Lorkan questioned, his eyes still rapt on the soft blue of her stare. Elise hesitated then swung her soft thighs around his hips in surrender. 'Sit back for me baby' Elise shifted herself further down the counter, as she moved Lorkan rubbed his callous palm up the silken skin of her legs. Elise paused near the back of the countertop but didn't rest her back on the cold surface of the wall. Lorkan leaned in noticing her falter and kissed her lips softly brushing his tongue down the pale skin of her neck before brushing the collar of her crisp shirt haphazardly aside to draw his lips down the generous expanse of breast revealed to his eyes. His mouth watered at the sight of her softly tanned skin beneath her shirt; loosening the buttons he pulled the material away from her chest as her soft moans increased with each faint kiss. 'Put your legs on the courter top and spread them' Elise thought for a second about the consequences this moment would cause, she was being unfaithful to her husband, entertaining her guest in the most unsavoury way and yet she found herself spreading her legs wide, feeling the material of her panties draw into her centre and caress her inner folds, she shifted in her position to allow Lorkan better access while gazing into his devouring eyes. He looked almost crazed by her acceptance of him, the situation, and the passion. 'Good girl,' He murmured once she stopped fidgeting and waited for his direction. Lorkan's palms continued soothing up her thighs as he worked them closer and closer to her inner core. The heat radiated from her body centring within her. Her skin shivered with each caress that brought him closer to her warming pussy. Elise moaned as Lorkan pressed himself between her legs covering her indignity from the rest of the room, cocooning her in his protection, his fire bringing a subtle sweat to both their bodies. He grasped her mouth with his own roughly coaxing her tongue to suck it between his lips. Pleasure radiated from Elise, scorched her. Lorkan cupped her subtly dripping pussy with his palm massaging the sensitive folds with his fingers, making her writhe on the cold granite, the mixture of hot and cold tantalising, erotic. Elise had almost forgotten the pleasure of intimate touch but even she had to admit she couldn't remember it feeling this intense with Alex, he didn't gaze at her as intently as Lorkan, couldn't make her blaze as this moment did now. Elise's head flew back as she arched herself into his body. The sensation of his finger slipping into her wetness overwhelmed her, the gentle touch inside melting her core. 'How does that feel?' Lorkan watched the look on Elise's face intently. 'Good' she hissed rocking her hips tenderly on his finger gaging his reaction to her need. Lorkan smiled drawing another inch of his finger into her warm wet folds. 'Prove it to me' he demanded pushing his finger all the way in, another groan coasted from Elise's mouth spurring him on. Lorkan glanced from her expressive face to the zip of his trousers using his other hand to draw it down and release himself from the tight confines of the fabric. His stiff penis looked stunning in the soft glow of the kitchen. As she stared at him, convulsions shot through her body tightening the walls of her aching pussy. Lorkan groaned 'God I can feel that' he groaned into her ear easing his finger in and out of her whole, increasing the tension in her body. Elise turned away ashamed but Lorkan drew her attention back with a soft expression. 'What are you embarrassed for? It's sexy as hell that my cock has that impression on you' He chuckled nuzzling her neck while breathing in the scent of rosewater in her hair. Elise smiled accepting the compliment. Lorkan resumed his caress of her insides swirling his finger in the centre of her heat. 'Oh god' she moaned gripping his shoulders and squeezing them softly. Lorkan incessantly kissed her face neck and hair, offering her as much touch as she craved. Elise felt desperate for it, delighting in the feel of his skin. 'Touch me too Elise' Lorkan commanded sparing her no other choice as he took her hand and wrapped it around the length of him, urging her to stroke him tightly. Lorkan rested his forehead against Elise's, guttural groans reached her ears from his chest as he relished the feel of her silken hand upon his length. He added another finger into Elise's pussy watching her expression as she shivered and squeezed in front of him, her eyes on fire with pleasure. Barely able to speak Lorkan ground out an order 'Sit further back I want you to sit on my fingers and fuck them how you would my cock.' Elise felt mindless, willing to sell her soul for more of the same sensations she felt right now. Shuffling back as far as she could go she pressed her back against the wall and levered herself into an angle where she could move her body freely. When she finally felt herself slide down the long length of his fingers, she nearly exploded, as she sat he levered his fingers upwards meeting her with a slapping motion at the middle. Elise couldn't help but scream her eyes darting to the kitchen door hoping Steven hadn't heard her cry. 'That might have just cost us some time' Lorkan laughed softly, though his body exuded serious sexual tension. Elise moved one hand to his shoulders feeding her support as she knelt on the counter while the other offered his agonised cock the friction he so clearly desired. 'Move for me baby.' Lorkan demanded thrusting his rigid fingers into her body seeking her release and the expression she would wear once she reached it. Elise balanced herself and threw every ounce of strength into riding his hand. The wet vibrations crashing through her body made the end seem so near. Elise couldn't look away from Lorkan's face as he growled at the tension rising in his cock, as though he couldn't control the guttural reaction he felt to her in this moment until he reached his peak. 'I...oh fuck I'm gonna come Lorkan' Elise whispered barely able to spare the oxygen in her lungs. 'I want you to come on my fingers baby, show how much you enjoyed them' Elise cried out without care, primness and dignity, lost in the sensations between her loins, she could feel her juices oozing flooding his hand and dripping onto the counter surface underneath her. The power of her orgasm shook her to the core as if she had needed to explode for four years and was making up for it big time now. She couldn't help but whimper and mutter unintelligibly as Lorkan stroked her hair as though in appreciation. Her violent orgasm caused her to stop her stroking on his swollen shaft and know her sexual explosion had passed she wasn't sure of the protocol. Was she expected to relieve him in the kitchen because he had done so to her. Awkwardness ensued her for a moment before she realised he was kissing the top of her head as though praising her for her actions. Meriweather Way Secrets Lorkan leant back and tried to catch his breathe. That was the most amazing sight he'd witnessed in a long time and for the first time he believed he wasn't even bothered that he hadn't exploded with her. 'Where are you Lorkan? Mrs Fairborough? Where are you guys?' Steven called from the hallway just off the entrance to the kitchen. Elise flew into panic hastily sliding from the counter and swiftly fumbled to draw her skirt down and blouse together before Steven entered the kitchen and caught them. Lorkan couldn't help but laugh at her panic but eventually pulled himself together zipping his swollen and obviously aroused cock back into his jeans. Elise rushed to stir the now congealing white sauce in the pan before noticing her Prada's shoes where idly strewn about the floor. 'What are you two doing?' Steven questioned as he entered the room, surveying his boss and his brother in close quarters by the stove. Elise drew her eyes from her scattered shoes to gawp at him without explanation. 'I was just suggesting to Mrs fairborough a little trick I learned about white sauce on my travels bro.' Lorkan gazed towards Elise with a gentle smirk. 'Well I didn't so much suggest as insist on it but I think she likes me for it.' Elise hoped the rising blood to her face didn't make her blush too obviously as she considered if the mustard trick was the only one she had witnessed that he had learned abroad. Steven rolled his eyes causally choosing to believe the innocence in Lorkan's voice. As he moved to take a seat next to the large kitchen island that stood in the middle of the room he noticed Elise's pair of Prada's casually slung to one side on the kitchen floor. 'Why are your shoes over there?' Steven questioned before taking his seat, once again measuring the energy in the room for any signs of foul play. Lorkan glanced towards the shoes he had carelessly thrown to one side during his excitement. Elsie turned back to stirring the sauce then moved across the kitchen to fetch the clams from the fridge and pasta from the jar. She nonchalantly reached for a piece of kitchen towel next to the sink and mopped up a wet patch on the counter next to the stove before putting it in the bin and washing her hands to continue cooking. 'They are quite new and they pinch' she answered casually, continuing to make dinner sparing neither man a glance. After a moments silence Steven conceded 'Do you want me to put them in the hall for you, you could trip over them while you're cooking you didn't exactly arrange them neatly when you took them off?' He offered standing from his chair to reach for the shoes. 'Let me' Lorkan intersected getting there first and scooping them up before heading out the door. Elise couldn't reply not even to thank him. What had she just done? Her body still hummed from the sensations he had wrought upon her only moments before. 'Oh Elise,' Lorkan uttered stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, Elise turned to face him the pinkness in her cheeks finally subsiding. 'Yes.' 'Perhaps you could show me some of your cooking tricks next time, I'm always fascinated with learning new ways to do things...and I don't think I have ever met anyone who likes to do things like you.' Lorkan winked before leaving the room. 'Well your cooking seems to have my brother fascinated' Steven smiled 'he's such a lover of food' Elise offered him a reassuring smile before turning back to the lunch at hand. The adrenaline began to subside in her blood seeping reality and the gravity of what she'd done back into her life. 'I don't think I have much I can teach him,' Elise uttered before pouring the pasta into a boiling saucepan of water.