Chapter Twenty-Six
It was dark when I woke up. My mobile was ringing, and I badly needed a wee. I sat up on the bed and saw that Sean was sitting in the armchair in the corner of our room. The lamp was on at the side of the bed, and I could see that he was just sitting there, staring at me. His index finger and thumb were cupping his jaw, his elbow was resting on the arm of the chair, and his left ankle resting on his right knee. I stood on unsteady legs and went into our bathroom. The bathroom we sat in the day before, so happily, so united in our love, and so hopeful for the new life we’d created. I felt sick to my stomach. It was my fuck up, and all I could hope was that Sean would forgive me. I went to the toilet, washed my hands, and headed back into the bedroom.
“Come here,” he ordered. I went to where he was sitting and stood in front of him.
“Is there anything going on between you and Cameron King?”
My pulse throbbed so hard I could feel it in my neck. “I love you, I’m with you, and I will always be with you.”
“That’s not what I asked, Gia.”
“No, Sean, there’s nothing going on between me and Cameron King. I love you. I didn’t say anything about the house because we both loved it, and it felt right. If I had something going on with Cam, do you really think I would move us into his old home? Do you really think that I’m that kind of a person?”
Yes, I am that kind of person.
Without saying anything, he pulled me towards him. I sat on my knees in the chair, straddling his lap and he looked up into my face. “I’m sorry about what I said about Haley and about the baby not being mine, I shouldn’t have said that.”
My eyes filled with tears, and I shook my head. “I’m sorry for all of it. It’s my fault, and I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I should’ve told you the truth, at least given you a choice. We should have discussed it together.”
“Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.” He pulled my face down to his and kissed me softly on the mouth. My hands went to his hair and I kissed him back harder as I ground my hips into his crotch. He held onto my arse as I wrapped my legs around him and he walked us over to the bed. Laying me down, he undressed me. When I was completely naked, he took all of his own clothes off, then pushed each of my feet up onto the edge of the bed, opening me wide to him. He knelt down between my legs and kissed me from the inside of my knee all the way up to the inside of my thigh. He ran his nose down from my clit to my opening, then using the fingers on both his hands, he spread my lips wide open and lapped all the way back up to my clit.
“You taste delicious, G, there’s nothing better than the smell and taste of you when you’re turned on.” He leant over and grabbed a pillow, placing it beside me.
“Put it under your hips, I want you to watch me. I want to see your face when you come.” I did as he said and watched as he looked down at my spread legs. “You have the most beautiful cunt, Georgia, and its mine, all fucking mine.”
He pushed his thumb down onto my clit and circled it. He slid his middle and index fingers inside me and curled them slightly, and then he slid his ring and little finger into my arse. I arched my back and forced myself down onto him harder, not losing eye contact with him at any time.
“Fuck me, fuck my fingers. I want to feel you come all over my hand. I need to feel you come, G,” he said between gritted teeth. He tilted his head down and flicked his tongue over my clit a few times, then stood with his fingers still inside me, while he stroked himself. His gaze remained on mine, and I found the sight so erotic that I came, bucking and clenching all over his hand almost in an instant, after a few more strokes, he spurted all over my belly.
Later, we took a nice long bath together. As we lay sated and content amongst the bubbles, we both repeated how sorry we were. We talked about the baby and how, as soon as this one is born, that we’d go straight in for another. Our plan had always been to be young parents, but we’d been enjoying our life together so much, we just kept putting it off. Now the time was right, and neither of us could wait.
The house phone and our mobiles had been ringing while we were making love and bathing. They had rung so many times that I’d started to worry. So, I climbed out and went and retrieved both of our phones. We had untold missed calls, the last being from Lennon, so I called him first. I pulled the belt of my towelling bathrobe tighter as a shiver ran through me. Something was up, I just knew it.
“For fuck’s sake, George. Where have you been? Is Maca with you? Why haven’t you answered any of your phones?”
“We were busy, whatever’s wrong?” I headed back into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath that Sean was still lying in, admiring my husband’s chest and his tattoo with my initial. I reached out and traced the G with my fingernail and smiled when Sean shuddered at my touch.
“What the fuck happened today?”
Shit, did someone see us at the obstetricians?
“What? Nothing, why?”
“Were you at Decadenza in Knightsbridge today?”
My stomach dropped.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, according to the news, you and Sean bumped into Cameron King, and Sean wasn’t happy because, according to the news, you had an affair with him last year. Remember the pictures in the Sunday papers?”
I nodded and locked eyes with Sean, who was currently sucking seductively on the finger that I’d been tracing his tattoo with. I sighed. “Yes, I remember.”
“Well, the story is being run in tomorrow’s papers. The record label has been fielding questions about it all afternoon, and it goes like this: You had an affair with Cam last year because Sean is gay and you wanted a baby. Cam got you pregnant, but you lost the baby, so now you are back seeing Cam to try to get pregnant again. You and Sean ran into him at Decadenza today. Sean was pissed off, you argued, you threw a drink in his face, and then stormed off. While you were outside, Cam declared his undying love for you and then jumped in his car and drove off. Sean came out after him and now you two are getting divorced.”
“Wow.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across 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 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?” I let out a long breath.
“Of course not, Len. We went to lunch and 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 sat up in the bath and was asking me now.
I tried 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 replied.
“And what about the rest, George? What about what Cam said to you outside?” Len asked.
I’m going to have to just face this, so I looked right at Sean as I spoke, “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. You’re a pain in my fucking arse but I love you little sister Georgia. Now put Maca on.”
“I love you, too, big brother Len.” I passed the phone to Sean, who hadn’t taken his eyes from mine and didn’t flinch as I confessed talking to Cam outside the
restaurant.
“Len?” was all Sean said into the phone. He reached across with his free hand and held 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 temper’s like, she threw her glass of water over me.” Sean’s eyes were looking over my face as he spoke. He was quiet for a moment while he listened to whatever it was Len was saying.
“Len, this stays between 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 was quiet again as he listened to my brother. My heart swelled with how much I loved my husband, despite the story basically being complete bollocks, his first thought was for our baby and me.
“Early days, mate, just eight weeks. Thanks.” He gestured towards me and asked silently if I was okay. I nodded, but left him to talk as I went downstairs and poured him a drink. Good thing there was 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 got back upstairs with a bottle and a glass, he was 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 I didn’t tell you I spoke to Cam outside the restaurant. I didn’t even think about it until Len mentioned it.”
He shook his head and without looking at me he said, “I already knew, I watched you.”
“You what?”
My heart clenched as my stomach landed somewhere down in our cellar.
“I watched you. I followed you straight out, and I watched you. I watched him come over to you, and I watched you shake your head at him.” His eyes finally came up and met mine.
“Why? Why did you watch?” I whispered the question. Dreading the answer but needing to know. He shrugged his shoulders, and his jaw trembled slightly as he spoke.
“I wanted you to choose me. I wanted you to send him away and choose me, so I stayed back and watched, waiting to see what you would do. I was terrified that you would leave with him.”
I almost heave as I fight to control my sob.
I was the worst wife. I didn’t deserve this man. I actually felt sick. My head spun and I felt dizzy at the plethora of thoughts clouding my mind.
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 shrugged his shoulders as he looked at me. “I think that I know you better than you know yourself. I know that you loved 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 was more than the one I showed you, there were hundreds, and I looked at all of them.” I was standing right in front of him, and he reached out and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “And I knew it was true when you couldn’t make eye contact with him yesterday. You love him, G. It’s as simple as that. So, I stood back, and I waited inside the foyer of the restaurant. I let you choose, and I just hoped and prayed that it would be me you chose, or at least you wouldn’t choose to go home with him.”
I closed my eyes and let my guilt engulf me for a few long moments. I’d made Sean doubt my love for him. I couldn’t imagine how fucking awful it would ‘ve been for him, first finding out that Cam had been the previous owner of our home, and then to watch our interaction outside the restaurant and think that I was about to leave with him.
“I left him for you.” My words came out sounding strangled as I almost choked on them. “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 reached out and touched the tattoo at the base of his neck that made up the words of the song that he wrote for me—the words that we both included in our marriage vows. He took my hand and kissed 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 hated that he doubted my love for him. It felt like a physical blow. “No, no. It didn’t hurt because it was a hard choice. It hurt because Cam’s been good to me. 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. I chose you. Whatever I’ve ever felt for him, my feelings for you override them.”
He pulled me towards him. “If you left me, if you chose him, I wouldn’t survive. G. You might as well kill me, because I wouldn’t survive.” He kissed my hair, my head, my temples, my eyes, my nose, and my cheeks, then he moved along my jaw and my mouth. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, then his whole mouth was over mine, and his hands were in my hair. I kissed him back with even more passion and pulled the towel from his hips, his cock was hard, and I began to stroke him. I rubbed my thumb over the tip and could feel that it was already wet. He undid the belt on my robe and slid his hands inside, cupping my left breast in his hand. I kissed his neck and his chest as I slid down his body and knelt in front of him. I gently brushed my fingertips over his arse cheeks and down the back of the inside of his thighs. As I looked up at him, he swept my hair from my face. I took him in my hand first and then guided him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his tip, pushing my tongue into the slit at the end. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then he continued to look down at me.
“That is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. You, Georgia, are so fuckin’ beautiful, and I love you. I fucking love you.” I took him into my mouth as far as I could and squeezed his balls in my hand. They were hard and tight. I stroked my fingers along the seam underneath to the crack of his arse and pressed two fingers onto, but not into, the hole at the back.
“Fuck,” he hissed between clenched teeth. He bent his knees slightly, almost pushing himself down onto me. I lifted the fingers of my other hand up to his mouth and he sucked on them, making them wet. We’d never done anything like this before, and I had no idea what I was doing, but I was going to try this. I moved my hand back between his legs and retraced my strokes along the seam under his balls until I got to the hole again, but this time I didn’t stop. I slid my fingers straight inside him, his knees buckled slightly.
“Ah, fuck G, fuck.”
I pushed in farther, and he pushed down onto me harder. He took his cock in one hand and held onto the back of my head with the other. He stroked himself into my mouth as I pushed my fingers as far inside him as I could. With a loud groan, he came almost instantly, in my mouth, over my chin, and over my tits as he called out, “Georgia, fuck baby, fuck!” I looked up at him, his cum dripping from my mouth and chin. “Fuck, baby, I take that back. You looking up at me like that with my spunk all over you is now, most definitely, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He dropped to his knees and cleaned me up with his tongue, and I almost convulsed with pleasure at the thought of what he was doing. He turned me around and fucked me, hard and fast on the floor, doggy style. He made me come loud and hard as he pressed his fingers of one hand onto my clit and pushed two from his other hand into my arse, all while pounding into me from behind.
Ownership. That’s what our fucking was all about that night, ownership.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The next few days were insane. The stories printed about us were beyond ridiculous, and we had to get extra security at the house to stop the press intrusion. Luckily, we had issued a trespass warning to all of them, and they didn’t venture farther than the gates, but trying to get in and out of the property was beyond impossible. In the end, Sean called all of my family over on the Saturday, and we announced our pregnancy, which made both of my parents cry. Sean told my mum and dad how worried he was about what all the stress was doing to
the baby. I actually wasn’t that stressed. The stories were laughable, and I knew that Sean and I were solid. We were closer than we’d ever been in our lives, and I’d never been happier or more in love.
If only the press would fuck off and leave us alone.
Sean’s biggest concern was that I was going to get hurt in the scramble to take our photographs. We’d issued a statement and invited one journalist and a photographer into our home to give an interview, ask questions regarding the rumours, and take a couple of photos of us together, but the interest still hadn’t died down. Cam had even made a statement, categorically denying all the allegations.
Then, while my family was all at our place on Saturday, Len received a call from the band’s offices telling him that Haley had crawled out of the woodwork and was touting a story around the Sunday tabloids that she was happy to confirm that Sean was gay and had, in fact, been in a long-term relationship with Marley.
This caused the boys to be the butt of some serious jokes amongst our family.
Len was onto the lawyers straight away. Last year, when I had my little run-in with her, Sean’s lawyers had agreed to pay for Whorely’s nose to be reconstructed. Apparently, I’d broken it—in several places—along with her cheekbone. The deal she got meant that she was never allowed to sell a story or talk about us to the press again. She’d broken that contract and I hoped now, that Sean’s legal team would sue her slutty arse and shut her up once and for all.
The rest of the evening was spent with Len making arrangements for a lawsuit to be filed against her and any newspaper that printed the story. I wasn’t laughing anymore, not now that she was involved. I wanted to run away and hide, and as if reading my mind, my dad said, “Maca, why don’t you go to our place in Portugal for a coupla weeks? Stay out the way till this all blows over.”
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