The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley (электронные книги бесплатно .txt) 📗

I can’t help the simile that spreads over my face. “And you believe that do you Len?”

“It’s not what I believe that matters George, it’s what they’re gonna print, you’re gonna have the press all over your arse now. Oh and there are pictures, I don’t know how but there are pictures of you and Sean walking into the restaurant and of you and Cam talking outside.”

Shit, I never told Sean that I spoke to Cam outside. “George?”

“Yes, I heard you.”

“Are you and Sean all good, I mean, there’s nothing to all of this is there?”

“Of course not Len, we went to lunch, we bumped into Cam and his date. Sean and I argued about something completely random and yes, I did throw a glass of water in his face, but it was nothing. We’re fine, in fact we’ve spent the whole evening having make up sex, that’s why we haven’t answered our phones. Tell that to the fucking press.”

“What the fuck George, what’s going on?” Sean has sat up in the bath and is asking me now.

I try to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Someone’s gone to the press about us arguing in the restaurant today, they’ve put two and two together and come up with twenty seven,” I reply.

“And what about the rest George, what about what Cam said to you outside?” Len asks. I’m going to have to just face this so I look right at Sean as I speak.

“Cam was waiting for his car to be brought around when I stormed outside, he asked if I was okay and if I needed a lift. That’s all; there was nothing else to it.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m positive Len.”

“Good, I love you little sister Georgia, now put Maca on.”

“I love you too big brother Len.” I pass the phone to Sean, who hasn’t taken his eyes from mine and didn’t flinch as I confessed to talking to Cam outside the restaurant.

“Len,” is all that Sean says into the phone, he reaches across with his free hand and holds mine, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.

“It was a stupid argument over nothing, I said something I shouldn’t have and you know what your sister’s tempers like, she threw her glass of water over me.” Sean’s eyes are looking over my face as he speaks; he’s quiet for a moment as he listens to whatever it is Len is saying.

“Len, this stays between us just us right now, Georgia will tell Jim in her own time, but she’s pregnant and we really don’t need this shit, make it go away.” He’s quiet again as he listens to my brother. My heart swells with how much I love my Husband, despite the story being basically complete bollocks, his first thought is for me and our baby and I just love him so much.

“Early days mate, just eight weeks and thanks.” He gestures toward me and asks silently if I’m okay, I nod but leave him to talk as I go downstairs and pour him a drink, good job there’s more than one bottle of Wild Turkey in the house; otherwise he’d be licking the office walls to get a drop. By the time I get back upstairs with a bottle and a glass, he’s out of the bath and standing with a towel wrapped around his hips, leaning in the doorway between our bedroom and bathroom and staring down at our bed.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that I spoke to Cam outside the restaurant, I didn’t even think about it until Len mentioned it.”

He shakes his head and without looking at me he says, “I already knew, I watched you.”

“You what?”

“I watched you, I followed you straight out and I watched you. I watched him come over to you, I watched you shake your head at him.” His eyes finally come up and meet mine.

“Why, why did you watch?” He shrugs his shoulders and his jaw trembles slightly as he speaks.

“I wanted you to choose me, I wanted you to send him away and choose me so I stayed back and watched and waited to see what you would do, I was terrified that you would leave with him.”

I put the glass and bottle down on the chest of drawers. “What, no, no Sean, never, why would you think that?”

“Because there’s something there G, you told me once that you thought that you loved him.” He shrugs his shoulders as he looks at me. “I think that I know you better than you know yourself, I know that you love him, I knew it that night when he turned up at Ashley’s party, when we first got back together. I knew it as soon as I saw you look at him and I knew it when I looked at that picture of you and him in the papers last year, there were more than the one I showed you, there were hundreds and I looked at all of them.”

I’m standing right in front of him now and he reaches out and strokes my cheek with the back of my hand. “And I knew it was true when you couldn’t make eye contact with him yesterday, you love him G, it’s just as simple as that. So I stood back, I waited inside the foyer of the restaurant and I let you choose and I just hoped and prayed that it would be me you chose or at least that you wouldn’t choose to go home with him.”

“I left him for you, why would I choose him, I love you Sean, I’m in love with you, there’s no one else, there never was, it’s still only ever you.” I reach out and touch the tattoo at the base of his neck that’s made up of the words of the song that he wrote for me, the words that we both included in our wedding vows. He takes my hand and kisses my wedding ring.

“I know I watched you tell him to leave, but I saw how much it hurt you to do it.” I let out a sob, I hate that he doubts my love for him; it’s like a physical blow.

“No, no, it didn’t hurt because it was a hard choice. I just didn’t want to hurt him, he’s only ever been good to me Sean. Despite his reputation, Cam’s a good bloke and I asked him to just go away and leave me alone, I didn’t want him, I don’t want him.”

He pulls me toward him. “I wouldn’t survive G, if you left me, you might as well kill me because I wouldn’t survive.”

He kisses my hair and my head and my temples and eyes, my nose and my cheeks, along my jaw and then my mouth, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, then his whole mouth is over mine, his hand is in my hair. I kiss him back with even more passion and pull the towel from his hips, his cock is already hard and I begin to stroke him, I rub my thumb over the tip and can feel that it’s already wet. He undoes the belt on my robe and slides his hands inside and cups my left breast in his hand, I kiss his neck and his chest and slide down his body and kneel in front of him. I gently brush my fingertips over his arse cheeks and down the back of the inside of his thighs, as I look up at him, he brushes my hair from off of my face I take him in my hand first and then guide him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his tip, pushing my tongue into the slit at the end, he closes his eyes for a few seconds, then continues to keep looking into my eyes.

“That is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen, you Georgia, are so fucking beautiful and I love you so much.” I take him into my mouth as far as I can and squeeze his balls in my hand, they’re hard and tight, I stroke my fingers along the seam underneath to the crack of his arse and press two fingers onto but not into the hole at the back.

“Fuck,” he hisses between clenched teeth. He bends his knees slightly, almost pushing himself down onto me, I lift my fingers of my other hand up to his mouth and he sucks on them, making them wet, we’ve never done anything like this before and I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m going to try this. I move my hand back between his legs and retrace my strokes along the seam under his balls until I get to the hole again, but this time I don’t stop, I slide my fingers straight inside him, his knees buckle slightly.

“Ah fuck G, fuck.” I push in further and he pushes down onto me harder, he takes his cock in one hand and holds onto the back of my head with the other and he wanks himself into my mouth. I push my fingers in as far as I can and he comes, almost instantly, in my mouth, over my chin and over my tits as he calls out, “Georgia, fuck baby, fuck!”