Sexy Summers (Sexy Series) (28 page)

"Luke, we don't need to go shopping. Most things still fit me, I've only been having issues because I'm trying to hide it. I might need to get some of those bellyband things so I can leave my trousers undone, but that's it."

"Yes! Bellybands! It talks about those here! Okay. We better find some of those."

I hold his forearm... wow, my hand hardly goes around it, he's so muscular...
Tilly! Focus!
"Luke, honestly, there's no rush for any of this stuff. Okay?"

"Okay. So, do you use Saunas?"
Oh god, he's on a roll!

"No. Or hot tubs, as we discussed."

"Okay, so we don't need to worry about that..." he says, mentally ticking off each topic on the page.

He pauses for a minute, reading the next part. "Oh man! It's like... this big!" he says excitedly, making a space between his forefingers. "Five inches! And it can suck its thumb! Holy crap, that's amazing!"

I smile, loving that he's doing this and enjoying it.

"So, you can feel it moving, right?"

I nod.

"That means your placenta lies closer to the back than the front. Did you know that? Is that bad?"

"I didn't know that, so thank you for telling me," I say, stroking his arm again. "And I'm pretty sure it's fine."

"Maybe we should check it out?"

"Luke, stop worrying. It's fine."

He continues to read. "Whoa, your breasts could get even larger and more tender... do they hurt?"

"Um, yeah, they do, but I like it when you touch them. Don't stop doing that."

"Okay..." he says, shrugging, and he lifts his hand to cup one of my boobs as he continues to read, making me laugh out loud. I know he's being funny, but it feels oh-so-good.

"Mmm, don't let go," I say, closing my eyes and resting my head back on my shoulders.

"It really feels that good? I'm only touching it?"

"I know, but they ache and you holding them is like an incredible massage... and it
really
turns me on."

"So if you get hungry in the night - drink milk, the end!" he says before tossing the iPad to the side and pouncing on me. I laugh loudly as I fall back into the bed and he kisses my neck, growling. He slips his hand under my dress and glides it all the way up to my chest, sliding my bra out of the way and holding my boob in his big, strong hand. He fondles gently and I moan loudly.

"You really like that, huh?" he mumbles against my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth and tweaking my nipples between finger and thumb.

"Oh god, yes..." I whisper, arching backwards, forcing myself further into his hand.

"I want to kiss it and lick it. I want to suck on your nipple..." he says as he kisses his way from my neck to my jaw.

"Oh god, I'd come, I know it."

"Are you wet, Princess? Do you want me?" he whispers, seductively.

"Yes... yes..."

He slips his hand away from my chest and I whimper loudly, before I feel his fingers slide into the lace of my knickers. He moves slowly down, past my clit making me flinch, until his finger slowly circles the outside of my entrance.

"You are, baby, you're so wet for me. There's a house full of people waiting on us, and you want me to make you come?" he whispers into my ear, his voice gravelly and sexy.

"Yes, yes... yes..." I moan, my head writhing against the pillow. He kisses the corner of my mouth and brushes my lip with his hot tongue and he pushes his fingers deep inside me slowly. "Fuck yes!" I cry in a whisper, as he pulls his fingers straight out again and glides them up to my clitoris, to circle it firmly.

"You want more?"

"Yes, fuck me, Luke, fuck me..."

He kisses my mouth over and over, hot, open mouthed kisses. "No. No sex. I'm going to make you come right now." He growls as he flicks my clit and swiftly slides back inside me, pushing hard and deep. I cry out loud as he slowly pulls back and pushes in again, twisting his wrist, his fingers moving inside. It's outstanding and he's absolutely right, he is
definitely
going to make me come right now.

I clutch hold of the sheets below me and curl my toes as the waves slowly come forth, his fingers turning, pushing, twisting inside me, brushing against that sweet spot. "Come hard, Til..." he growls through gritted teeth and I moan slowly; one long, continuous cry as it crashes through me, everything tingling, my muscles tensing at this outstanding, forceful orgasm. My teeth clenched, he kisses my face and I can't possibly move to kiss him back... I'm stuck, locked to the spot, riding this fucking amazing orgasm to its very, very end.

His fingers gently twist, moving slowly, easing my body from this rigidity, as I come down and relax my muscles. He kisses my lips again and I grab his neck with my hand, holding him against me as I kiss him back, passionately, sliding my tongue in his mouth, needing him to understand how incredible that was.

We snog for short while before we come-to, realising we need to get downstairs. We've been missing for quite a while now. He washes his hands and I change my undies and brush my hair, before making our way downstairs, holding hands. My stomach still aches a little bit, but I'm sure once I eat, I'll be fine. "So do you have any questions about the baby stage?" I ask on the way.

"I'm pretty sure I will. I'll let you know."

"Okay."

Downstairs, everyone is rosy cheeked and merry, laughing, chatting; it's a perfect Christmas afternoon. The meal will be served shortly, so we're gradually starting to make our way into the stylish dining room. The table is set beautifully with gold decorations and crystal glassware, the centrepiece a huge round vase filled with gold baubles and crystals. The white table cloth is scattered with more tiny crystals, each one glimmering in the light, making the table sparkle spectacularly.

"Wow, this looks fabulous." I say to no one in particular as I stroll around the long table, looking for my place card.

"They did a fantastic job, didn't they?" Alexia responds with a smile from across the table.
Wow! She's talking to me.

"I think I want a Pam." I say, jovially, feeling a bit awkward given the unkind thoughts I've had about the woman I'm talking to.

"I wish I could take her home with me, she's amazing. They all are," she says, softly.

Luke appears at my side and puts a hand on my bottom. "Are we here, gorgeous?"

I nod and put my hand on his back, stroking his delicious muscles. As we sit, he whispers to me. "What are the foods you can't eat? There are some, right?"

I respond quietly, "Yes, I can't eat soft cheeses, shell fish, or undercooked meat - like a steak that's not well done. But this food will be fine."

"Okay. Good. What will happen if you eat those things?"

Blimey, he really is protective. "Probably nothing, but there's a higher risk of food poisoning with the fish and meat and I read up about soft cheese because I really wanted some brie, apparently it can contain listeria bacteria which can cause listeriosis. The risk is higher in pregnant people because of hormone changes or something so it can cause miscarriage and stuff like that."

"Oh god. Don't eat any cheese."

I smile, "It's only soft cheese that's mould ripened. Other cheeses like cheddar are okay. Don't worry, I won't eat any cheese with mould."

"Maybe you shouldn't eat cheese at all, just in case."

"Luke, I can eat hard cheese. Stop worrying."

He puts his elbow on the table and rubs his forehead again as he nods, silently. I wish I could stop him stressing. I stroke his back and lean in to kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear, "Don't worry. We'll be fine."

His eyes close and he puts an arm around me, holding me against him. I see Alexia watching our affectionate embrace from the corner of my eye, she's smiling broadly. Why was I jealous of her again?

The magnificent meal is set in front of us all on the table, the turkey is huge and incredibly delicious looking; golden, juicy and... and... god I'm fucking starving, can we eat now?

Alexia stands this time, to toast everyone. She says that although she isn't staying here, this is still her house and she'd like to welcome everyone, and hopes that Clare, Oliver, Luke and I are all enjoying our stay here. Which we are, immensely. Again, like Daniel last night, she toasts to Pam and Marsha for the fabulous meal and their wonderful decorations. Apparently they are always invited to spend the Christmas meal with the Berkeleys, but they religiously decline, and remain in the kitchen to continue cleaning and preparing desserts.

She toasts the happy couple again, congratulating them on their one day anniversary of engagement, and follows by toasting Luke and I, saying how wonderful it is that we have found each other. I thought that was very sweet, and considering she's shy in social situations - very gracious. I'm such a bitch for wanting to steamroll her.

As we all dig in and load up our plates, I remind myself to be careful and not overload like I did last night. I don't want to have to vomit in front of this perfect man again. How mortifying. Still, he didn't seem to mind. My belly still aches a bit on one side, but maybe after I eat, things will move along. Might even be from retching last night, maybe I pulled something.

Oliver is on my other side, talking with Clare and Luke is deep in conversation with Bea as we begin to eat, when I get a short, sharp pain in my side.
Ow!
I grimace and rub it hard, easing it a little, trying not to make it too obvious in front of Luke, he'll only have a panic attack and take me to A&E for a check up or something. So I continue to eat, forgetting about it, thoroughly enjoying this mouthwatering feast.

I put my knife and fork down for a moment, to reach for my water and as I lift the glass, I get another, sudden, agonisingly sharp pain, in exactly the same place - much, much worse than the last one. I cry out, dropping my glass on my plate, and I double over, screeching my chair loudly on the wooden floor. The room silences as I hold my belly and grimace again, not even thinking about where I am, or who's watching me.

Luke stands in a shot, throwing his napkin on the table. "Holy fuck!" he cries, "Til, what's happening?"

I shake my head, I don't know what's happening and I'm scared, but right now, I can't talk, it hurts so much.

He rests his hand on my back and crouches next to me. "Put your arm around my neck, Princess, come on, we've got to get out of here." I manage to do as he says and he lifts me, effortlessly out of the chair, and carries me over to the door. I catch a glimpse of Clare on my way out, she has her fingertips covering her mouth, her eyes watering, she looks so worried. I want to tell her I'm okay, but I don't even know if I am. Oliver looks confused, and I don't get a chance to see what everyone else is doing, I'm out in the lounge before I know it.

"Baby, what the hell is it? Let me get your coat, we're going to the emergency room."

"No... no..." I manage, holding the side of my tummy and closing my eyes. "Luke, no. Let me just lie down for a little bit."

"No fucking chance, Tilly. There is something seriously wrong right now."

"Luke. Please stop. I think I need to lie down, maybe go to the bathroom, maybe even have a nice warm bath. I think it could be...uh, well...I really don't want to talk about it with you."

"What the fuck? Tilly, you fucking tell me right now, this isn't funny."

Jesus Christ, what the hell?!
I press my hand against his chest. "Luke, stop panicking. It's easing a little now. I think it might just be that I'm..."

"That you're what? Would you just friggin' tell me?'

"Constipated! Okay? Consti-fucking-pated! Happy now?"

"No way. You don't do what you just did in there because you're fucking constipated," he shouts.

"Luke, be quiet! Please? Just take me upstairs. We can give it a minute, see if I'm right. If you're still worried, or I am, you can take me to the hospital. Okay?"

His face is as white as a sheet. He gawks at me for a moment, he looks totally lost. "Til, I don't know... I mean, I just don't know. What should I do? Make you go? Do what you want? What am I supposed to do right now?"

I clasp both hands around the back of his neck and look him in the eye. "Listen to me. Calm down. What I really need you to do is take me upstairs. Please? Please? I just want to lie down."

He simply nods and takes me straight up the stairs, opening the door to his room and placing me gently onto the bed. He slips my shoes off and swiftly pulls a t-shirt from the drawers. "Let me undress you and get you into something more comfortable."

I slide my dress up my thighs and under my bum and he takes it from there, slipping it over my head. He removes my bra gently and helps me into his t-shirt. "Do you want socks?" he asks, still as pale as anything.

"No, thank you. I'll just get into bed and lie down for a bit."

"Til, is this because of the fall earlier?"

"No, absolutely not, that was nothing."

"And have you eaten anything bad? Cheese? Meat? Oh god, it's not the meat we ate the other night, is it?"

"No, Luke. I'm not... you know... that's not happening. I'm fine, Wriggler is fine."