Текст книги "The Story Of Us"
Автор книги: Lesley Jones
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CHAPTER 26
It’s dark when I wake up, my mobile is ringing and I badly need a wee. I sit up on the bed and see that Sean is sitting in the armchair that we have in our room, the lamp is on at the side of the bed and I can see that he’s just sitting there, staring at me, his index finger and thumb are cupping his jaw, his elbow is resting on the arm of the chair, his left ankle resting on his right knee. I stand on unsteady legs and go into our bathroom, the bathroom we sat in just yesterday so happily, so united in our love, so hopeful for the new life we have created. I feel sick to my stomach, it’s my fuck up and all I can hope is that Sean will forgive me. I go to the toilet, wash my hands and head back into the bedroom.
“Come here,” he orders. I go to where he’s sitting and stand in front of him.
“Is there anything going on between you and Cameron King?” My pulse throbs so hard I can 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 is nothing going on between me and Cameron King, I love you. I didn’t say anything about the house because we both loved it, 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?”
Without saying anything, he pulls me toward him. I sit on my knees in the chair, straddling his lap; he looks up into my face. “I’m sorry about what I said about Haley, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I instantly fill with tears, I shake my head. “I’m sorry for all of it, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have kept it from you, I should have told you the truth, given you the choice, we should have discussed it.”
“Don’t cry I hate it when you cry.” He pulls my face down to his and kisses me softly on the mouth, my hands go to his hair and I kiss him back harder as I grind my hips into his crutch, he holds onto my arse as I wrap my legs around him and he walks us over to the bed, where he lays me down and undresses me. When I’m completely naked, he takes all of his own clothes off, then pushes each of my feet up onto the edge of the bed, opening me wide to him, he kneels down between my legs and kisses me, from the inside of my knee all the way up to the inside of my thigh. He runs his nose down from my clit to my opening, then using the fingers on both his hands, he spreads my lips wide open and laps 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 leans over and grabs a pillow and puts it behind me.
“Put your elbows on it, I want you to watch me; I want to see your face when you come.” I do as he says and watch as he looks down between my spread legs. “You have the most beautiful cunt Georgia and its mine, all fucking mine.”
He pushes his thumb down onto my clit and circles it, he slides his middle and index fingers inside me and curls them slightly, then he slides is ring and little finger into my arse, I arch my back and force 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,” he says between gritted teeth. He tilts his head down and flicks his tongue over my clit a few times, then stands, his fingers still inside me, he strokes himself, his eyes still on mine and I find the sight so erotic, I come, bucking and clenching all over his hand as he spurts all over my belly.
We have a nice long bath together later and both repeat how sorry we are, we talk about the baby and how as soon as this one is born that we’ll 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 but 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 now that I’d started to worry, so I climbed out and went and retrieved both of our phones. We both had untold missed calls, the last being from Lennon so I called him first. I pulled the belt of my towelling bath robe tighter as a shiver ran through me, something was up, I just knew it.
“For fucks sake George, where have you been? Is Maca with you? Why haven’t you been answering any of your phones?”
“We were busy, whatever’s wrong?” I head back into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bath that Sean is still lying in and admire my Husband’s chest and his tattoo with my initial. I reach out and trace the G with my finger nail and I smile when Sean shudders 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?”
“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 nod and lock eyes with Sean, who is currently sucking on the finger that I was tracing his tattoo with. I sigh. “Yes, I remember.”
“Well the story being run in tomorrow’s papers and which the record label has been fielding questions about all afternoon goes like this… You had an affair with Cam last year because Sean is gay and you wanted a baby. Cam got you pregnant, you lost the baby so now you are back seeing Cam to try and get pregnant again and you and Sean run into him at Decadenza today. Sean is pissed off, you argue, you throw a drink in his face then storm off. While you’re outside, Cam declares his undying love for you, then jumps in his car and drives off, Sean comes out after him and now you two are getting divorced.”
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!”
I look 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 drops to his knees and cleans me up with his tongue and I almost convulse with pleasure at the thought of what he’s doing, he then turns me around and fucks me on the floor doggy style and makes me come loud and hard as he presses his fingers of one hand onto my clit and pushes two from his other hand into my arse, all whilst still pounding into me from behind.
CHAPTER 27
The next few days are insane, the stories printed about us are beyond ridiculous and we have to get extra security at the house to stop the press intrusion. Luckily we issue a trespass warning to all of them and they don’t venture further than the gates but trying to get in and out of the property is beyond impossible. In the end, Sean calls all of my family over on the Saturday, we announce our pregnancy, which makes both of my parents cry, but Sean tells my Mum and Dad how worried he is at what all of the stress is doing to the baby. I’m actually not that stressed, the stories are laughable and I know that Sean and I are solid, we are closer right now than we’ve ever been in our lives and I’ve never been happier or more in love. If only the press would fuck off and leave us alone. Sean’s main concern is that I’m going to get hurt in the scramble to take our photographs. We’ve issued a statement and invited one journalist and a photographer into our home to give an interview and answer questions on the rumours and to take a couple of photos of us together, but the interest still hasn’t died down. Cam has even made a statement, categorically denying all the allegations.
Then while my family are all at our place on Saturday, Len receives a call from the band’s offices telling him that Haley has crawled out of the wood work and is touting a story around the Sunday tabloids that she’s happy to confirm that Sean is gay and has in fact been in a long term relationship with Marley. Len is onto the lawyers straight away; last year when I had my little run in with her, Sean’s lawyers agreed to pay for her nose to be reconstructed, as apparently I had broken it, in several places and the deal she got meant that she was never allowed to sell a story or talk about us to the press again. The rest of the evening is spent with Len making arrangements for a lawsuit to be filed against her and any newspaper that prints the story. I’m not laughing any more, not now that she’s involved, I want to run away and hide and as if reading my mind my Dad says, “Maca, why don’t you go to our place in Portugal for a coupla weeks, stay out the way till this all blows over.”
Sean is biting down on his bottom lip as he looks across at me. “Is it safe for you to fly?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I can call the doctors tomorrow and find out, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine, it’s not like it’s a long flight.”
“You two have a photo shoot Monday don’t forget,” Len looks from me to Sean as he speaks. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to cancel, go and do the shoot, show a united front and then disappear for a couple of weeks, I can deal with whatever else you have booked.”
“Portugal it is then.” Sean smiles across to where I’m sitting in the sunshine, it’s a beautiful day, my family are all here, I’m pregnant with a healthy baby and I love my Husband beyond measure. All of our dreams, everything that Sean and I hoped would happen in our lives, have been far exceeded. Carnage have become more successful than any of us could ever have thought possible, from the four boys in a band, practising in the summer house of our old back garden, they are now known across the world and have had hits right across the planet and we are all basically living the dream and I’m not going to let Whorely and her shit once again spoil my life.
Rather than run the gauntlet of the press at our gates, my family all stay over Saturday night and I love every second of having our home filled with the sound of laughing and talking, kids shouting and screaming, they have put the pool to good use and even the sounds of the splashes as they jump in and out make me smile. By Saturday evening, everyone is in the pool apart from my two youngest nieces who are passed out and sleeping soundly in their baby buggies, right where we can see them. My Mum is in the kitchen with Sam, Bailey’s partner; cooking God knows what to feed us all, we would normally call out for a takeaway of some kind but it’s just too much hassle with the twenty or so photographers parked at our gates.
I climb out of the pool and watch Sean with Ziggy on his shoulders, who’s throwing a Frisbee to his brother Jimmy, who’s on Lennon’s shoulders and his cousin Joe, who’s on Marley’s shoulders. Connie, Annie and Paige are using my Dad and Bailey as a spring board and diving into the water. As I watch, I suddenly see the resemblance between me and Paige that my family are always telling me is there. She’s tall for her age and skinny, she has Len’s dark skin and hair but with the most amazing blue eyes. When I was younger, I always thought my eyes looked odd against my olive skin and chestnut hair but on Paige, they look stunning, my hand instinctively goes to my belly as I wonder what I’m carrying inside me. After what happened with my last pregnancy, I just want a healthy baby and I’m pretty sure Sean feels the same way. I look up as I hear Paige shriek as she is thrown in the air by my Dad and is caught by Bailey, he and Sam have a little boy called Freddie who’s just a couple of months old and in his baby capsule in the kitchen with my Mum and Sam.
As I watch the kids all play, it strikes me that Sean and I weren’t much older than my nieces and nephews when we met, were we really so young? Just children and yet I knew, we both knew, at eleven and thirteen, our eyes met that very first time and we both felt something that neither of us had any understanding of. How many people on this planet find that? How many ever have that connection with another person, ever? Let alone go on to marry, have a family together and live the life that we have. Okay, things have been rough at times, a four year separation; my stupid, stupid mistake with Cam; and the loss of our baby were tough times, but on the whole, we have been so lucky. We’ve survived everything that’s been thrown at us and still love each other in a way that most people will never comprehend, even our families still laugh with the way that we are with each other, how intense our feelings have remained and as if to prove a point, I look up and toward Sean, because I just know that his eyes are on me.
He has a bemused look on his face as he strides through the water, Ziggy still on his back and I can’t help but grin at him. “What you thinking about G, you okay?”
Before I can answer Ziggy shouts down at me. “I wanna get down Auntie George, I’m hungry.”
Sean swings him off of his shoulders and I grab a towel from behind me and wrap him in it as Sean passes him to me, we walk over to a sun lounger and both tickle and dry Ziggy at the same time as he screams and kicks with laughter. “No, no Maca,” he can barely speak, he’s so puffed out from the fight he’s putting up. “Make him stop Auntie G, make him stop.”
He wraps his arms around my neck and clings to me, his cheek pressed against mine, Sean stops and stares at us both. “You’re going to be such a great Mum Georgia.”
Our eyes both fill with tears. “Have you got a baby in your belly Auntie G, must be really little coz your belly’s not big like Sam’s was when Freddie was in there.” We both laugh as we explain that our baby is only tiny and has a lot of growing to do before Ziggy can see him just after Christmas and it suddenly strikes me, that Sean and I have both called our baby a ‘him’. Ziggy escapes us and goes in search of food and as we watch him run away, we both call out to him to walk and not run.
Sean turns to me and says, “Dya think it’s a boy?” I nod, because I do, don’t ask me how but somehow, in the last few minutes, I’ve become 100% sure, that we’re having a boy.
“Me too,” Sean almost whispers. “And I cannot fucking wait to meet him.”
We smile at each other, his hand on my belly, oblivious to all of the noise going on around us; we lean into each other and kiss, very gently, our lips barely brushing. “I love you so much Georgia Rae, our son is so lucky to have you for a Mum and I’m so lucky to have you as my Wife.”
Before I can reply, my Mum and Ziggy shout at us all to come and get some food so I just smile at him and let him lead me out to the patio where a banquet has been prepared from the contents of my fridge and freezer. We eat, drink and celebrate our pregnancy in noisy Layton style, the kids are put to bed and the adults stay up till the early hours of Sunday, talking, laughing, reminiscing and sharing stories of our lives as we were growing up. I go to bed happy and content, appreciating my fantastic family but not realising that it’s the very last time that we will all be together, that our dynamics will be changed, shattered irreparably before the year is out.
