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.”
gathering files and papers into his briefcase, he
Stiff-necked bastard…
*****
Michael
I stand, thumbs hooked in pockets, surveying the mess of outbuildings and sheds. The stable-block is the focus of my interest. My intention had been that it
wearing that wide-eyed look she has that turns my knees to water and my cock to granite. “What are
“Just considering the options.”
arms sliding up and
slipping around her, I rest my hands on her hips. “You’re welcome.” Just holding her close, I inhale her scent. “Are
I wanted. And I couldn’t
you will find that in
But you helped.” She tips up her face, her
I curl arms around
want to make
“Sounds good… Um…” I swing, scanning the area. “… Where's your
said she was going for a walk. She took my walking boots. Said she'd be
of her… Y’know, she should have some privacy of
mind her being here,
She can stay for as long as she needs to or wants to. No, I was thinking that everyone needs their own space.” I gesture out and over the garden, house, sheds and then to the stable. “It's not as though we're short of
again. “You're such a wonderful man. I'm
thought of it that way. About that privacy…” I raise eyes upwards, towards the bedroom. “Shall
her hand into mine. Leading her back into the house, I shed my boots at the door then head upstairs
bedroom, she stands before me. Her clothes are nothing special: jeans, tee-shirt, trainers; her hair tied back in a ponytail.
hooking her hands around my neck. “Thank
a moment, I don’t understand her, “Missed me? I never went away.” Stooping to press my lips to hers, “I
but, it didn't
it was James who would be
of the new ground-rules, I run
Keep it light…
James has got
that Charlotte Smile: bright and white, lighting up her beautiful face. “Yes, I want you to. I want my
she says, unfastening the top button of my shirt, then working through the others. I follow her movement, looking down at my outdoor clothes; muddy jeans, sweat-soaked undershirt. “I
fine. You were working. You smell good.” She leans close
“If you’re sure.”
the last button, “You can
it off over my head, then move in on her. I push her, shrieking with laughter back against the
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
her head on the pillow,
myself inside her. As Charlotte’s eyes drop to my throbbing erection, waving like
Foreplay?
little wider. She’s already wet, already glistening and as I kneel between her thighs, that scent, that perfume
Back to basics then…
pussy, I
“Ready?”