Masters And Lovers 1-4
Chapter 17
James
Life is good. And I want to share it.
Sitting around the breakfast table, I say, “I think we should have a party. We have a lot to celebrate and it would give Mitch here the chance to meet Charlotte's friends. And to make some of her own.”
Michael beams. “That’s a great idea, eh, Mitch?”
Her face almost healed from the bruising, the worry and stress fading from her features, Mitch is turning into an older, softer version of her daughter. “I’d love that.”
“So, who do we invite?”
“Richard and Beth of course,” says Michael. “I think that, at the least, Mitch should meet her cousin.” Charlotte nods agreement. Mitch smiles and drops her eyes.
“Of course. How about Chad and Sebastian?” I suggest.
Michael purses his lips but Charlotte says, “I’d like that. And Benny too. And Tom and Katy.”
“Sounds good. I think Ross and Francis should be there too. And Kirstie.”
Michael cocks a brow. “Ryan?”
I rub my nose. “Could be problematic, but I’ll invite him. It would be good to see him and Kirstie make up again.”
Michael props his chin on his fist. “And… um, how about Ben?”
“You really think that’s a good idea?”
He grimaces. “Probably not, no.”
*****
“Kirstie, we’re having a party next week. Charlotte would love you to join us if you’d like to come.”
“I’m not really in a party mood at the moment. I don’t think I’d be great company.”
“All the more reason for you to be there. You can’t spend forever moping at home.”
*****
“Ryan, We’re celebrating. Just a small group of friends. I wondered if you would like to join us next week, for the party?”
He scowls. “I'm your friend then am I, Mr Alexanders?”
“I'd prefer to think so… Kirstie will be there.”
The scowl deepens. “I think I can make my own arrangements regarding Kirstie. Thank you for the invitation, but I have a prior engagement.”
“I've not said when we’re holding the party.”
and papers into his briefcase, he repeats, “I have a
Stiff-necked bastard…
*****
Michael
the mess of outbuildings and sheds. The stable-block is the focus of my
look she has that turns my knees to water and my
“Just considering the options.”
my gaze for a moment then, her arms sliding up
own arms slipping around her, I rest my hands on her hips. “You’re welcome.” Just holding her close, I inhale her scent. “Are you happy, Charlotte? This is what
wanted. And I
find that in fact,
“That’s true of course. But you helped.” She tips up her face, her lips
curl arms around
to make love
her ass. “Sounds good… Um…” I swing, scanning the area.
said she was going for a walk. She took my walking boots. Said she'd be awhile. I think she was hinting at giving us
of her… Y’know, she should
back, brow wrinkling, “You don't mind her
she needs to or wants to. No, I was thinking that everyone needs their own space.” I gesture out and
wide again. “You're such a wonderful man.
of it that way. About that privacy…” I raise eyes upwards, towards the bedroom. “Shall
her hand into mine.
clothes are nothing special: jeans, tee-shirt, trainers; her hair tied back in
close again, hooking her hands around my neck. “Thank you for doing…
me? I never went away.” Stooping to press my
didn't feel right.
James who would
of the new ground-rules, I run
Keep it light…
arranged that James has got you
there’s that smile again, that Charlotte Smile: bright and white, lighting up her beautiful face. “Yes, I want you to. I want my husband inside me.” My
off, shall we,” she says, unfastening the top button of my shirt, then working through the others. I follow her movement, looking down at my outdoor clothes;
She leans close
“If you’re sure.”
on the last button, “You can shower
over my head, then move in on her. I push her, shrieking with laughter back against the wall, then yank at the hem of her tee-shirt, hauling it up
working on her belt and zip. Pushing her jeans down, complete with panties, I sweep up my wildly horny wife to dump her on the bed. She’s still bouncing from the mattress as I grab her trainers, tugging them off. The jeans
her head on the pillow,
the playground’, I want to bury myself inside her. As Charlotte’s eyes
Foreplay?
I kneel between her thighs, that scent, that perfume which
Back to basics then…
I lock my arms so I can look down into
“Ready?”