by S M Mala
Her body shook and he waited for her to stop before he pulled out of her mouth and his lips touched hers. She tasted herself and grabbed at his back, letting her hands glide down to pull at his hips.
He sat up and she placed her legs around his body and slid down his shaft, as he grabbed at her buttocks, and helped her to bounce on his cock. Putting a breast in his mouth, she felt him suck and screw her.
Pulling his head back, she kissed him hard, slipping her tongue in as far as she could.
Up and down her body rode him, panting and groaning, feel her insides fill up and knowing they were moving onto another level of love making.
And it felt good, new and raw.
Very raw.
She rubbed her clit hard, for the last drop of orgasm to happen in her body. He covered his mouth over hers, their tongues fighting and her scream was silenced while his groan made her head vibrate as they both came together.
She held him tightly while clawing at his back, not wanting it to stop.
The throbbing in her body was down to her heart beating so fast and hard.
Their eyes met again.
This time a grin appearing on his lips.
She was willing to do it again and again, all to see him smile.
Anything to make him happy.
‘I can barely walk.’
Mylo whispered as they stood waiting for Jessica. ‘Thank you. Every time it gets better.’
‘I know,’ she replied, kissing him. ‘It was amazing.’
They had spent all their time making love since Kayden left. Day and night, even into the morning. It was needy sex for Mylo as she could tell he wanted to be loved to stop his sadness.
‘I love you,’ he said, kissing her neck.
‘After lunch with daddy, let’s see if you feel the same way.’
‘Are you sure you want me to tell him?’
‘Now you know he’s a Hare Krishna, use that against him. He can’t cast judgement. I hope he doesn’t put you off me for life.’ Then she frowned. ‘But he might want you to join in the chanting. You didn’t tell your mum, did you?’
‘Oh no!’ he laughed. ‘I think we should let her find out.’ Mylo’s smile faded. ‘Sorry to be so intense. I get like this when I have to leave him. It’s hard.’
‘I understand but Kayden seemed happy on the web chat.’ She hesitated. ‘Mylo, I need to talk to you about something he said.’
‘What is it?’
‘It’s about how he’s being-.’
‘Hello guys. Sorry I’m late!’ shouted Jessica from the window of the taxi. ‘I got waylaid.’
Looking glamorous in a two piece trouser suit and light blue blouse, she ran up to Mylo and kissed him.
‘Hello mum,’ he smiled as she glanced at Bea.
‘Has your lovely lady put a smile back on your face or shouldn’t I ask?’
Bea’s mind was racing on what would happen in the next few hours with her father. Knowing how her daddy operated, he would ask many questions.
Too many.
‘Follow me,’ she said, looking at Jessica and Mylo. ‘But before we go I need to tell you Jessica, he can be really obstructive and that’s on a good day. He’s not that bad. Not all the time.’
‘I’m sure it’ll be fine,’ Jessica replied, squeezing her arm. ‘I won’t take offence.’
‘But I might.’
As they arrived at the house, she turned to her future mother-in-law and said.
‘In layman’s terms, my daddy can be a bit of an arse-.’
‘Hello everyone!’ Bernie shouted out, flinging the front door open. ‘Punctuality is the key to life!’
‘As I was saying,’ muttered Bea seeing Jessica try not to laugh.
‘Hello Bernie,’ Mylo said, putting out his hand. ‘This is my mother, Jessica.’
‘What a beautiful mother you have,’ replied Bernie, taking her hand and kissing it. Bea turned sharply to Mylo who was pulling a face. ‘I see aesthetically pleasing genetics flow through your veins.’
‘Really?’ Bea said, dead pan.
‘And you, of course, are the beauty beyond beauty!’ he announced holding his arms out towards her.
‘Have you been drinking today, daddy?’ she whispered hugging him.
‘My child, it is love and happiness that makes me like this.’
Loud alarm bells started ringing in her ears.
Her father was up to something.
‘Come in and welcome to my home. Namaste.’
‘Namaste,’ Jessica replied.
‘Ah, bloody hell,’ groaned Bea, seeing that Mylo had heard and was trying not to smile.
Following them in, she realised the cleaner had made the place look spick and span. Her father obviously wanted to make a good impression.
‘I have wine and beer if you would prefer, and also a delicious mango lassi.’
‘A lassi sounds wonderful to me!’ replied Jessica, her face lighting up. ‘I’ve been going to India for a very long time, since I was in my thirties.’
‘That can only be twenty years,’ her father replied flirtatiously.
Even Mylo looked surprised as he walked into the living room and grabbed Bea’s arm.
‘He’s being rather pleasant, don’t you think? That’s sweet of him,’ he whispered, his lips touching her ear lobe. ‘It might not be that bad.’
‘Seriously? Don’t hold your breath.’
Jessica was hauled in to help with the drinks. There was the constant chatting and laughter from the kitchen. And when they did come into the living room, they were engrossed in conversation.
Mylo took out his tablet and put it on the side ready for the meeting.
‘I think if we go through certain points about the wedding, we can then relax,’ he said, smiling at all three of them.
‘It’s all approved by me,’ said Bernie, waving his hand.
‘That’s it?’ asked Bea, waiting for him to add something else.
‘Bea, it’s perfect.’ Then he smiled. ‘The guest list, on the other hand, I don’t know some of the people.’
‘They are Mylo’s family and friends.’
‘But I’d like to find out more.’ Bernie looked at Jessica. ‘You probably want to know what sort of family your son is marrying into. We have no skeletons in our cupboards.’
‘Everyone has skeletons and secrets,’ smiled Jessica, sipping her drink. ‘That’s delicious! You must give me the recipe.’
‘Okay, let’s begin,’ Mylo said and they went through the names, starting off on her side.
That didn’t take too long but when it came to Mylo’s family, her father asked questions about the father, brother, aunts and uncles, close friends. He wasn’t prepared to just leave it.
‘And Kayden Kearney is a nephew?’ Bernie asked as Mylo looked at his mother then at Bea.
‘He’s more than that,’ Jessica replied, clearing her throat. ‘He’s my grandson.’
‘Grandson? Does your brother have children?’
‘It’s my son,’ Mylo said and that’s when Bea saw it. Her father’s smile didn’t slip but it was now the one to convey he knew something would be untoward. ‘He’s going to be five next month.’
‘I see,’ Bernie said and looked at Bea. ‘And the mother?’
‘He’s adopted and lives with Mylo’s ex-partner in Chicago,’ Bea said, starting to feel hot. ‘He’s a lovely child and will be the best man at the wedding.’
‘Adopted?’ Bernie was ticking something over. ‘Just the one?’
‘Just the one,’ replied Mylo and looked at Bea. ‘The thing is Bernie, I want to be straight with you and-.’
‘Daddy, I don’t think this is a good time to question Mylo on anything.’ Bea realised from the expression on her father’s face, he wasn’t going to let it go.
‘And you knew about it?’ he asked with a wry smile. ‘Choosing not to say?’
‘I said there was a child and so did Mylo. The rest, to be honest, doesn’t concern you as it
’s just your inquisitive nature.’
‘I need to know what sort of man my child is marrying.’
‘You’ll find that my son is an honourable human being. He took on a child that was not his own and who was in need of a family,’ Jessica said, her beautiful face calm and serene. ‘We do not judge people, Bernie. I have brought my children up to accept everyone from all types of religions and backgrounds. That makes for a good human being.’
Bea tried not to grin at Jessica’s response but noticed Mylo was looking questioningly at her then at Bernie.
‘If that’s the case, what sort of man walks out on a family that includes an adopted child? And you say he is nearly five so that means you left him when he was three?’ Bernie’s look was full of disappointment. ‘Do you not think that selfish, all things considered?’
‘I think,’ Jessica said butting in. ‘That what he did was-.’
‘Mum, it’s okay,’ Mylo gently interjected, touching her hand. ‘I can explain. I know you were married for a long time to your late wife. To have that is something special. When my parents’ marriage broke down, I was really lost and felt disappointed that it happened. Off I went to Chicago, thinking I could blot out the pain but with grief or hurt, you make wrong decisions. My only good decision was with Kayden. He is my son. I look after and care for him. It was decided he would stay in Chicago as I wanted him to have a stable home.’
Bea watched her father looking at Mylo, mulling something over.
‘You can see my concern that you’re telling me this now when the wedding is only a matter of weeks away.’ Bernie shook his head. ‘My daughter is strong willed and I know she would have thought hard about this. I am disappointed you didn’t tell me earlier.’
‘Why? What would you have done?’ she asked, seeing Jessica and Mylo look at her. ‘Forbade me?’
‘Would you have listened?’ he sighed, shaking his head. ‘This is a modern world and I know I am not up to speed on many areas of it but I have to accept these things.’ Bernie then turned to look at the list and up at Mylo. ‘Is the mother not invited?’
‘No, she is not,’ Bea said quickly. ‘Don’t judge Mylo on this. We can all make rash judgements, can’t we?’
‘Something smells delicious!’ Jessica piped up and turned to Bernie. ‘I hear you’re making chickpea curry. When I was in India, I loved the diet. It makes you feel invigorated and so much healthier.’
‘Indeed it does!’ replied Bernie, perking up. ‘Come into the kitchen and I’ll show you what else I made.’
The pair stood and walked away, leaving Mylo and Bea sat at the table.
‘Why did you change your mind about telling him?’ Mylo whispered.
‘With everything that has happened in the past few months, I don’t want to give him any excuse to cause trouble.’ She looked at the photograph of her parents’ wedding day and smiled. ‘I want to keep things as simple as possible.’
‘He will find out.’
‘I’ll tell him when I’m ready.’
And right then, she wasn’t quite sure if she would ever be ready to have that conversation with Bernie.
‘What are you doing here?’
Bea did a double take seeing who was sat in the car, outside school. ‘Henry?’
‘What?’ he said, looking equally shocked. ‘Bea?’ Henry jumped out and gave her a massive hug then broke out into a wide smile. ‘Do you work here?’
‘Yes.’ Stepping back she could see his tan hadn’t faded. ‘Do you know this part of town?’
‘Well, indeed I do because-.’
‘Henry!’ she heard someone shout and turned to see Rachel Dewhurst marching towards them. ‘Let’s go.’ Then the woman stopped in her tracks. ‘Miss Mayon.’
Bea did another double take, her mouth dropping open.
‘You know each other?’ Henry hissed, his smile fading.
‘She’s Chloe’s advisor and it seems my daughter is being a little bit obstructive. I had to come to see Mr Mandelson about her recent behaviour.’
‘You’re with Chloe’s mother?’ Bea said under her breath. ‘Bloody hell!’
‘I think, Miss Mayon, this term my daughter shouldn’t spend so much time with you. I appreciate your help and…’ Mrs Dewhurst looked at Henry then back at Bea. ‘Do you know each other?’
‘Funnily enough,’ Bea said, looking at Henry. ‘We met-.’
‘Ages ago,’ he quickly interrupted. ‘We have a mutual friend called Erio, don’t we Bea?’
Pondering, Bea realised that Rachel was giving her a dirty look and she wondered why the woman had come into school and more importantly, how come Bea didn’t know about it.
‘Chloe has been perfect this term. Okay, it’s only been a week.’
‘I disagree. Her behaviour at home is challenging. You’re not in the position to point her in the right direction with life.’
‘And is that what you’ve been doing?’ Bea bluntly asked. ‘Don’t you think I have an idea what’s going on with Chloe? Why would I ask if there was proper parental guidance?’
‘I think we better go,’ Henry said, running around the car and opening the door. ‘I’m sure this is all resolvable.’
‘Do not tell me how to bring up my child!’ hissed Rachel Dewhurst, getting agitated. ‘You’re not her mother?’
‘Are you?’
When Bea said it, she knew the heap of trouble she could get into but it was the first week of term and she didn’t care.
‘Pardon me?’
‘How many times did we meet last term? I called and emailed but you couldn’t be bothered. Please don’t insult my intelligence and tell me you have seriously looked after Chloe. I know. Mr Mandelson knows. In fact the whole school and the governing body know that the young girl is in turmoil and has been for months. Where were you, Mrs Dewhurst, when she was falling to pieces?’
‘I am going to call Mr Mandelson and make a complaint about the manner in which you’re speaking to me! What’s it got to do with you?’
‘Nothing and everything.’
She noticed Henry was secretly smiling.
‘And you,’ she said turning to Henry. ‘Chloe says that you paint like a six year old. She’s not far off wrong, is she?’
‘Why thank you,’ he replied, doing a half bow. ‘That is the intention.’
‘How do you know how he paints?’ Rachel accusingly asked.
‘He sent me some pictures of his work,’ she lied and put on a false grin. ‘I look forward to seeing you when you lodge a formal complaint about me. Have a good day.’
Bea stomped off into school and headed straight to Mr Mandelson’s office, ignoring the queue of children lining up to see him.
‘Miss Mayon, I was just coming to see you and-.’
‘Why did you meet with Mrs Dewhurst regarding Chloe without telling me? I popped out for lunch and you saw me half a dozen times this morning. Why didn’t you say?’
‘Bea, calm down,’ he replied, getting to his feet.
‘That woman isn’t fit enough to look after a dead cat, let alone a teenage girl.’ Then she hesitated. ‘Don’t go listening to what she has to say. It’s not all bad.’
‘Did you know about the incident Chloe had over summer?’
‘What incident?’ she asked, knowing what he was going to say.
‘Being arrested then hospitalised?’
‘She wasn’t arrested, just cautioned, and she pretended to have an epileptic fit to get rid of some unseemly characters.’ Bea cleared her throat. ‘It happened off school time and it was dealt with properly.’
‘I said if she got into trouble again we would have to seriously think about excluding her.’
‘And this is what that woman came to tell you?’
‘Bea, I know you’re protective about Chloe but we need to deal with this properly.’
‘I am dealing with it properly. I’m trying to be her friend, first and foremost, so she has someone to talk to. Her mother isn’t bothered and I can
see why.’
She then thought about Rachel’s distraction.
And Henry was indeed a distraction.
‘Chloe’s marks were one of the highest in the year so she’s not stupid,’ Bea continued. ‘I will look after her until she completes her advanced studying. I’m not having her being disrupted. The child is trying hard to make friends with the new intake in the sixth form.’
Mr Mandelson smiled before sitting down, taking his pen and tapping it against the desk.
Bea collapsed on a chair and looked at her boss, who was still smiling.
‘Rachel Dewhurst’s head is all over the place and has been for months. Chloe is suffering and the girls in this school are not the nicest. Chloe had a tough year. I don’t want that to happen to her again. Her actions are of someone crying out for help and I am going to be there for her, like I am to the other children who need me.’
‘But you favour her.’
‘I don’t. She needs her mother and I, more than anyone, know how that feels.’
‘But she has a mother.’
‘A bloody useless one who’s intent on finding her youth again.’ Then she thought about Henry and had to laugh. ‘Thing is, she really has picked the wrong guy.’
Bea thought Rachel Dewhurst deserved everything she got, especially for upsetting Chloe.
Falling in love with Henry must have been a headache and a half.
Which wasn’t too far off how she felt about Mylo’s domestic set up.
‘Four weeks tomorrow we’ll be married.’
The look he gave her was so loving, she smiled before the bitter blow of sadness. They were sat on the sofa in the living room.
‘Bea, why do you look like that?’ he asked, his smile slipping. ‘Don’t you want to marry me?’
‘I do,’ she replied then smiled. ‘The idea of the wedding makes me a little nervous, that’s all.’
‘And your dad? He certainly has taken a shine to my mother, emailing and all sorts.’
‘Really?’ she replied, frowning at his comment. ‘Your mother wouldn’t be interested in a potato shaped man with chicken legs.’