Chapter 151: All Parties Present II

Danny looked at her kneeling on the duvet under the big light, naked. Her hair was dark blonde again where it had dried at the front and still wet and darker at the back.

Freckles all over her shoulders and splashed down onto her chest. Her tits were heavy and full, her nipples tight, and she was strong through the hips and the thighs, kneeling up with her knees wide.

“6 hours ago you froze me half to death,” she said. “You owe me a warm one.”

“Light off?”

“No. Light on. I want to see everything tonight.” She put one hand on the headboard. “Lie down. Flat.”

He lay down flat. She came up the bed on her knees and straddled his chest, and then kept coming, one knee either side of his head, and took hold of the top of the headboard with both hands.

“Is this all right?”

I pulled her down by the hips.

Her cunt came down onto my mouth wet and hot, tasting of her and the shower, and she gasped at the first stroke of my tongue. Her fingers went white on the headboard. I held her by the thighs and licked her slowly, from the bottom to the top, and she started to move on me.

She rode my face in small rolls of her hips, grinding down, taking my tongue exactly where she wanted it. I found her clit and sucked it, and she said “fuck” out loud, and the headboard creaked under her hands.

“Sarah’s still out,” she said, breathless. “I don’t care. Don’t let go.”

I got both hands round her arse and held her where she was and worked her clit with my tongue, fast. She was grinding on my mouth now and swearing at the ceiling, her thighs shaking against my ears.

When she came she pushed down hard and held there and cried out, loud, both hands on the headboard and her head thrown back.

She stayed there trembling for a few seconds. Then she lifted off me and turned round on her knees, still over me, facing down my body.

“Now you,” she said.

She bent forward and took my cock in her hand and put her mouth on it. With her knees still either side of my head, her pussy was right over my face again, swollen and wet, and I pulled her back down onto my mouth. She moaned with me in her mouth and I felt it all the way down.

She sucked me slow and deep, one hand round the base of my dick, her hair falling over my hips. I licked her through it and felt her shudder every time my tongue went over her clit. Neither of us could keep that up for long.

She came off me with a wet sound and sat up.

“In me. Stay there.”

She shuffled down my body on her knees, still facing away, and reached between her legs and held my cock up and sank down on it slowly, all the way. I could see her whole back, the long line of it, her arse spread over my hips and my cock going into her.

“Oh God,” she said. “That’s deep.”

She put her hands on my knees and rode me. Slow at first, then harder, her arse coming down on me with a slap every time. I held her hips and watched her take me.

She leaned right forward and changed the angle and gasped. Then she was grinding back on me hard and fast.

“Watch,” she said over her shoulder. “Watch me.”

I watched. She rode me under the big light till she came again, crying out and clenching on my cock so hard I couldn’t hold on. I dragged her hips down and came hard inside her, with her still grinding back on me through all of it.

She fell forward onto my legs and lay there, breathing.

“Better,” she said into my shins.

Afterwards Jodie lay on her side under the duvet with the big light off and the lamp on, and Danny lay facing her.

“Thursday,” she said. “At half 5, when it tells you where. You text me the address.”

“So you can turn up?”

“So somebody who isn’t that phone knows where you are at 6 in the morning.” She pulled the duvet up to her chin. “Same day. You shook on it.”

“I’ll text you at 5:31.”

“And at 10 when you come out. Not fine. Not done. What happened.”

“Every bit. Who was in the room, and what I did.”

“And the 900, whether it lands or not.” She shut her eyes. “And you’re telling your mum the first one before you tell me. I’ve wrote it down, so it’s real.”

She was asleep before 1.

At 6 she was up before him again, at the machine with the lamp on and the pad open on the cutting mat, copying his pages onto her own in her neat hand. She didn’t look up when he came through.

“I’m keeping a copy,” she said. “Yours and mine. If anybody ever tells me a thing never happened, I’ve got it in 2 hands.”

“That’s what my mum said.”

“Then your mum’s right twice.” She tore her pages off and gave him the pad. “Go and get your charger. Text me when you’re in.”

He was at the Sterling by 7 for his charger and a clean shirt, with the pad in his inside pocket.

The lift opened as he came through the door, and Mara Doyle stepped out of it in gym kit with a bag over her shoulder and her copper hair scraped up off her neck.

She saw him and stopped.

She had the black leggings on that she wore down to the pool, and a zip top undone to the collarbone over a swimming costume.

They held her the way they always had, the full curve of her from her chest down to her hips and the long line of her thighs. Her mouth was bare and her eyes still had sleep in them.

“Flynn,” she said. “It’s on the board. I came out of this lift yesterday and saw it at the top of the brass.”

“Since yesterday at 11.”

“I know. I read it at 11 and 1 and 4.” She shifted the bag on her shoulder. “You’ve not been up there since Saturday.”

“No.”

“I can hear when you’re up there. I don’t listen for it. I can just hear it.” She said it plainly, with no edge on it. “So I’ll tell you something, because nobody told me anything for 3 weeks and I didn’t like it.”

“Go on.”

“Yesterday about 4 there was a man at the desk. Suit, no tie, a lanyard turned round so you couldn’t read it. He asked Kieran which flat was Flynn’s. He’d read it off the board.”

“What did Kieran say?”

“That he couldn’t give out residents’ details. He was very good. The man said thank you and wrote something in a notebook and went.” Mara looked at the board, and then at him. “He wasn’t the bank. Banks don’t come to buildings. I don’t know what he was. I wanted you to have it before you walked past that desk again.”

“Did Kieran write anything down about him?”

“Ask Kieran. I’m going swimming.” She went past him to the door, and stopped with her hand on the glass. “Gennaro’s was lovely, by the way. Mr Pemberton’s 81 and he ordered for me in Italian and got it all wrong.”

The door swung shut behind her.

He went and looked at the board. At the very top, where there had been a grey dash for 7 weeks, there was a name in small white capitals.

40. FLYNN.

Kieran was on the desk in his cardigan, eating a croissant over a napkin. He wiped his fingers.

“Morning, Mr Flynn. It’s up. Ms Adeyemi did it herself yesterday at 11.”

“Miss Doyle says a man asked for me yesterday.”

“About 4. I told him I couldn’t give out residents’ details, and I’ve put it in the book for Ms Adeyemi.” Kieran reached under the desk. “And this came for you at half 6. A lady dropped it in on her way somewhere.”

A brown A4 envelope, D. FLYNN, FLAT 40 in neat blue capitals. He knew the hand from the rent book on Sunday.

Inside was a letter on headed paper, A. NWOSU, LANDLORD, typed and signed. Mr D. Flynn had been her tenant at Pembury House for 2 years, to October, with the dates set out, and had been seen on the premises every week.

“Did she say anything else?”

“She did. She made me write it down.” Kieran turned over his napkin, where there was biro on the back of it. “She asked me if the name on the board was new. I said yesterday. Then she said, tell him the agent in Margate remembered.”

“Remembered what?”

“I asked her that.” Kieran looked at his napkin. “She said, the man who signed for that company at completion signed in a name that wasn’t on any of the paperwork, and the agent nearly stopped the sale over it.”

“And the name?”

“She wouldn’t leave it with me. She said she wasn’t leaving it on a desk in a building where people read things.” Kieran folded the napkin and held it out to him. “She said Wednesday at 6. And she said to bring her rent book back.”