The Domville 2 (The Domville #2) (9 page)

‘Come here, we have
plenty of room,’ I offered, amazed at how well he was taking it.

‘No. You have Mandy, Sharon,
your mum and Aunt Jayne all coming up soon for lunch and to have their hair and
makeup done. This is between us, no one else. If you’re going to break my heart
I don’t want you to do it with them all in the next room, giving me looks of bloody
sympathy as I walk out.’

‘Brady,’ I objected,
feeling my eyes filling up as he clasped my face and gazed down at me, his face
full of love.

‘Just use the time
wisely, pumpkin. Whatever you decide sets our future. There’s no coming back
from the path you choose today.’ I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to stem
the tears filling my eyes again. I felt him plant a tender kiss on my forehead
and by the time I re-opened my eyes, I was all alone. I sighed and wrapped my
arms around myself, missing him already. I left my hair to dry on its own,
applied my deluxe moisturiser and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and an off
the shoulder, batwing top, chosen deliberately for its ease to slip off without
messing up my makeup or wedding hair. I sat cross legged on the bed for a while,
running the decision I had to make through my mind. So much had happened, so
many emotions and feelings and very little sleep. I suddenly leapt up. I didn’t
need an hour. I knew what I wanted. I texted him.

I’m ready. Where are
you?

Junior Suite, 498

See you in a while

I tucked my phone and
key card in my back pocket and strode out to the lounge, checking my watch. It
was already midday. Half an hour before all the girls would turn up for lunch
and I’d need to be getting ready. Talk about cutting decision making fine.

‘Jesus, was that you who
screamed earlier?’ demanded Mandy from her reclined pose on the sofa, a glass
of chilled bubbly in her hand. ‘I thought these rooms were soundproofed, you
just ruined that perk of an expensive penthouse.’

‘Hmmm, thanks for
coming in to check I wasn’t being hacked to pieces by Gaston,’ I teased.

‘Please, that was a sex
scream, I’ve done too many not to recognise them. So, rock your world did he?’

‘Who says it wasn’t me
that rocked his?’

‘You’ve always rocked
his, it was you that needed rocking,’ she nodded. I felt my cheeks colouring up
as she stared at me, waiting for the details. ‘Come on, Sis. Seriously, dish
the details. You’re gone from shy almost virginal prude, to exhibitionist
wanton harlot overnight. Two cocks inside you with hardly a break for your
fanny to recharge. It’s like we’ve swapped bodies or something. How did he take
the news? Did you tell him?’

‘I didn’t need to, he
guessed,’ I shrugged, biting my lip.

‘How big was Simon?’
she gasped. ‘Leave you with the bay of vagina, so wide Brady’s battleship
navigated without touching the shores? Bet he felt like he was throwing a
sausage up high street. I’m going to call you
Bucket Fanny
from now on.’

‘Honestly, you and
Roger are so crass you’re perfectly suited,’ I chastised. ‘Let’s just say poor
Brady wasn’t totally to blame with our lacklustre sex life. Sleeping with Simon
last night showed me how to lower my inhibitions, give in to my wilder side and
that I was sabotaging my own orgasms during sex by tensing up. It was an eye
opener this morning.’

‘So, am I putting on
the bridesmaid’s dress, or are we fleeing Thelma and Louise style, leaving all
the guests wondering what the hell is going on?’

‘I’ve made up my mind,’
I confirmed. ‘But I think Brady deserves to hear that decision before anyone
else.’

‘O come on!’ she
groaned, melodramatically throwing an arm over her forehead as she flopped back
onto the sofa. ‘I’m going to have everyone arriving shortly wondering where you
are. What do I say?’

‘Stall and under no
circumstances does any mention of Simon or bucket fannies come up, thank you
very much,’ I warned with a pointed finger, before hurrying out towards the
lift.

Brady

I paced the floor of the suite impatiently. My
hands were restless. They were on my hips, in my hair, checking my phone for
messages from her. When she finally texted to say she was on her way down, I
had to go and pour myself a stiff drink. Surely over a decade of friendship and
love outweighed less than sterling sex for her, especially after that
revelation this morning. All it took was a bit of spontaneity from me, a bit
more need and her weirdly more relaxed and less inhibited and … damn, what a
difference. My arse clenched tightly at the thought of what she’d done. I’d
never experienced any anal play before and I’d definitely never come so hard,
but even that incredible sensation paled into insignificance against the moment
she came with me inside her. The look on her face had warmed my heart, in fact it
had nearly broken it to know how happy I’d made her.
Happier than the guy
who was buried inside her last night?
I wondered. I shook my head and
pinched the top of my nose. Part of me was desperate to know every single
detail. Part of me knew it wouldn’t help. It was done. All that mattered now
was whether we were getting married or not. I jumped startled as there was a
knock at the door. I picked up the suite tablet and checked the camera feed to
see it was her. I put it back down, blew out a deep breath and ran my hands
over the slight stubble on my face. I hadn’t bothered shaving yet, unsure if it
was worth me taking the time to make the effort.

‘Hi,’ she whispered as
I flung the door open, her hands knotted in front of her. She looked amazing.
Her face, natural with no hint of makeup, was just radiant. Her soft flowing
locks were begging for me to run my fingers through them. Would I get to do
that again?

‘Hi,’ I replied and
stepped aside for her to enter. She walked through to stand by the floor to
ceiling window, overlooking Green Park. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

‘No thanks,’ she smiled
over her shoulder, my breath hitching as a halo of sunlight surrounded her
head. She looked just like an angel standing there. Since I first saw her as a
teenager she’d taken my breath away. Nothing had changed. Yet everything had
changed. My love for her was the one constant in this sea of uncertainty of the
last few days.

‘If it’s over, tell me
fast and go. Better to break my heart quickly than draw it out,’ I ordered.

‘I’ll do it fast,’ she
confirmed, turning to face me, my heart bottoming out in an instant. ‘I have a
wedding to get ready for and you know how Mandy’s going to love supervising the
makeup team and telling them where they went wrong.’ She grinned as she cocked
her head at me. I took a number of short sharp breaths as my heart quickly
fired up again, cantering rapidly.

‘You’re … we’re still
getting married?’ I asked quietly, afraid to get my hopes up in case I’d
misunderstood.

‘If you’ll still have
me, after what I did,’ she replied, casting her eyes down at the floor, shame
all over her face.

‘What
we
did,’ I
corrected as I closed the gap between us, sweeping her up into my arms and
spinning her around as I grinned. ‘We never talk of what either of us did
again. It was needed to get us here today, but from now on it’s just you and
me, pumpkin. Mr. & Mrs. Brady Collins. God, I nearly died just then. I
thought you were leaving me.’

‘Brady,’ she sighed,
reaching up to gently caress my cheeks. ‘You’re my best friend, where would I
be without you? I can’t believe I let the lack of orgasms nearly blindside me
to what else we have. I’d be lost without you. Millions of women have great sex
but wish for a fraction of what we have. We have
everything
and great sex
is something we can continue to work on together. After this morning’s result
though, I’d better warn you that I’m going to want to work on it an awful lot
more.’ She gave me a teasing smile, making me laugh. I kissed her and set her
down, my arms wrapped tightly around her slim waist, never wanting to let her
go again.

‘O trust me, we’re
going to be doing so much work on it, especially during our two week honeymoon.
I’m going to have you in bed for the whole of it, too exhausted from orgasms to
even make it out of our villa.’

‘Music to my ears,’ she
giggled. I kissed her again, drowning in the softness of her lips, the taste of
her. I couldn’t wait to see her face when she realised that we were going to
Bora Bora, to stay in one of those villas on stilts in the ocean. I knew it was
her fantasy to go there one day and what my woman wanted, she got. Anything for
her to grace me with that smile of hers.

‘God I love you, Lisa
Roberts.’

‘And me you, Brady
Collins. No one will ever take your place in my heart. I can’t wait to be your
wife. Just think in eight years we might have a baby to love as well.’

‘You know what, if this
monumental screw up of ours has taught me anything, fuck the life plan. Let’s
be spontaneous. Come off the pill and let’s get you pregnant as soon as
possible,’ I suggested. Surprised at how excited that rash statement made me
feel.

‘Seriously?’ She stared
up at me stunned.

‘Seriously. I don’t want
to wait, I don’t want to be safe and conservative anymore. It’s not like we’re
not financially secure. We’ve overcome this, we can handle anything life throws
at us now.’

‘Anything,’ she
repeated, a contented smile creeping across her beautiful face.

‘Anything,’ I
confirmed. ‘Now shift that sexy as hell body out of this suite and go and get
your dress on. I can’t wait to marry you and if you stay here much longer,
Roger’s going to walk in and find me balls deep inside you again.’

‘We have a few
minutes,’ she suggested, a blush covering her cheeks.

‘God, I so wish I
could,’ I sighed. ‘But mother’s going frantic. She has some kind of surprise
for me before her hair and makeup girl arrives in her suite … yep, there goes
my mobile again,’ I laughed as I felt it vibrating in my back pocket. ‘She’s so
excited, I don’t want to let her down. We’re not going to get to spend much
time with our families for the next few weeks and today is an important day for
them too. Go, be with them and make sure you’re on time. I’ve exhausted my
patience on waiting for answers today.’

‘You don’t need to
wait. I, Lisa Roberts, take you, Brady Collins, to be my lawfully wedded
husband, to the day I die. I’ll be there on time.’

‘Shit,’ I moaned, my
eyes welling with totally un-masculine tears. ‘Go, or I’ll carry you upstairs
to make sure you are.’ I kissed her firmly and took her hand, leading her out
of the suite and to the private lift, seeing her safely inside.

‘See you soon,’ she
grinned, clutching her hands to her chest. I grinned like an idiot, keeping my
eyes locked with hers until the doors finally closed, breaking our contact. I
had to resist running up the corridor and leaping in the air, clicking my heels
together as I whooped with joy. We’d just avoided a potential disaster and the
biggest mistake of our lives by nearly walking away from each other. I headed
towards my mother’s suite and knocked the door, wondering how many more
surprises I could endure today.

Lisa

‘Sweetheart, you look stunning,’ Mum sighed,
dabbing at her eyes as she said her goodbyes.

‘Thanks, Mum,’ I
beamed. God, in the space of twenty-four hours I’d experienced doubts, nerves,
incredible highs and lows and now I was happier than ever. I was marrying the
man of my dreams and absolutely
nothing
was lacking in our relationship.

‘I’d better go,
everyone’s seated and ready in the gardens. I sneaked down earlier to have a
look and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Brady’s gone all out. Lisa, that boy loves
you so much, hang onto him.’

‘I intend to, Mum,’ I
nodded, hugging her tightly. I fluttered my hands in front of my eyes,
determined not to cry as she disappeared with Aunt Jayne and Mandy’s best
friend Summer to go and take their seats. Sharon, my other bridesmaid, was just
finishing up with her hair and makeup, while Dad was having a cognac in the
lounge, watching the start of some football match that he was gutted to be
missing. I turned around and looked at Mandy, sitting on the edge of my bed.
‘So,’ I exhaled. ‘I’m doing it.’

‘Got to say I really
didn’t see this happening when you staggered back in the early hours,’ she
nodded, standing up to clutch both of my hands in hers as she looked me up and
down. I did the same to her. I’d chosen royal purple knee length dresses for the
bridesmaids, with lime green sashes. It suited Mandy’s dark hair so well. ‘Sis,
Mum wasn’t flattering you. You really do look gorgeous. Brady’s going to cry
when he sees you.’

‘He won’t cry,’ I
laughed, squeezing her fingers tightly.

‘He will. He’s a guy in
touch with his emotions, he won’t be afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve
today. You’re both serious about this? The events of the last week aren’t going
to raise their ugly head some time down the line?’

‘We’ve both decided to
never discuss it again. In the grand scheme of things I think it’s brought us
closer together.’

‘As long as you’re
happy,’ she smiled, nodding her approval. ‘You two are my benchmark. One day I
want to be you.’

‘Seriously?!’ I exclaimed,
completely shocked. Mandy’s attitude to dating was
hell no.
She loved
her freedom, being able to bed any guy she wanted, when and where she wanted,
with no ties.

‘I’m having fun for now,
but I’m not totally stupid. I know at some stage I’m going to want more, I just
haven’t met the man yet that I want to have it with, that’s all,’ she shrugged nonchalantly.

‘Or maybe you have and
you just won’t admit it to yourself,’ I winked.

‘Bloody Roger?’ she
looked at me horrified.

‘You told me the sex
was off the charts,’ I reminded her.

‘Yeah, well he’s not
called Rampant Rog for nothing,’ she nodded, her eyes losing focus as that
familiar dreamlike look appeared in her eyes. ‘But he’s not settling down
material. He’s a man whore.’

‘Well he probably
thinks you’re a woman whore. No, that came out wrong, not a whore who loves women,
but one who loves men.’ I frowned as I listened to myself. ‘Wouldn’t that make
you a man whore too? How can both sexes be called man whores? Or are you just a
whore?’

‘Charming,’ she
retorted, narrowing her eyes at me. ‘I confess my secret desire to be in a
relationship, which I’ve never vocalised to anyone by the way, and you call me
a whore.’

‘You called me
bucket
fanny
last night,’ I reminded her, making her laugh. ‘Mandy, I’d never
think of you as a whore. You’re young, upfront about what you’re offering and
having fun. I’ve always been a bit envious of you to be honest.’

‘Really?’ she grinned.
‘Well I have of you too. I was so upset last night to find out that all wasn’t
well in paradise. I mean if you and Brady can’t make it work, what hope is
there for a slut like me?’

‘Hey, that’s my sister
you’re talking about,’ I warned, grabbing her into a bear hug. ‘Who’s to say
which of us is doing it right. Just be happy, Mandy. That’s all I want for you
and if what you’re doing now does that for you, then who is anyone to judge?’

‘I just want you to be
happy too,’ she confirmed, squeezing me back. ‘I love you, big sis.’

‘I love you too, baby
sister,’ I whispered, kissing her temple.

‘Lisa, if we don’t make
a move now we’ll be behind schedule,’ came Anita’s scolding voice, wafting
along the corridor, breaking our tender moment.

‘Jesus Christ,’
muttered Mandy as we released our hold on each other. ‘Remind me to never book
her if I ever get married. I’m amazed she hasn’t allocated time for you to have
a shit or hired an arse wiper for you as well.’

‘Don’t be so hard on
her, she’s super organised and efficient. Trust me, you’ll have so much to
worry about on your wedding day that you’ll be grateful for an Anita to take
charge. Come on, we’d better go.’

‘Talking of shit, did I
tell you Charlene wouldn’t be coming?’ Mandy asked as she fluffed out my dress
behind me.

‘“Talking of shit” and
you think of poor Charlene?! No you didn’t. My God has she finally had the
baby?’

‘Yes, text me in the
early hours. I was distracted with all of your drama. A boy, seven pounds and a
few ounces with bright blue eyes. I texted her back to say I’d just given birth
to a four pound brown baby with sweetcorn eyes in the toilet. She didn’t find
it very funny. I think she squirted out her sense of humour along with the kid.
I mean babies shit right? She’ll have to get used to toilet talk pretty damn
soon.’

‘Mandy,’ I laughed,
shaking my head. ‘She was probably exhausted and emotional, then you compared having
a poo, to her giving birth? So
not
the right time. And if you’re passing
whole sweetcorn, you need to spend less time sucking things and more time
chewing.’

‘Could say the same to
you,
two cocks, arse gaping, bucket fanny, orgasming Roberts
.’

‘Sssshhhh,’ I giggled
as we stepped into the lounge to find Anita waiting, clipboard clutched to her
chest as she nodded her approval to see me in all my wedding finery. She pulled
out a handkerchief from her suit jacket pocket, surprising me. She didn’t seem
the emotional type. Dad shoved his glass onto the coffee table and leapt up,
doing a goldfish impression as his mouth opened and closed, no sounds coming
from it as some tears rolled down his face. Without even having looked at him, Anita
waved the handkerchief in his direction, which made me chuckle. She really was
a wedding expert, anticipating everything.

‘Dad, don’t, you’ll
make me start,’ I warned. He nodded and blew his nose, Mandy shook her head and
rolled her eyes.

‘Give over you two.
Let’s get this show on the road and the boring bit out of the way. You know everyone
only comes to weddings for the free posh nosh, open bar and the chance to score
some hot, casual, wedding sex.’

I held onto Dad’s arm
as we slowly walked along the polished tiled walkway through the rose garden.
It was a delightfully bright, sunny and hot summer day. The heat stimulated the
rose petals, filling the air with a sweet aroma. Everything was perfect. I
barely noticed any of the guests who stood watching as we walked through the
two sections of chairs, covered in white linen with lime organza bows to match
the bridesmaids’ sashes. All I could focus on was Brady, dressed in top hat and
tails with a purple cravat, to match the main colour of my bridesmaids’
dresses. My heart skipped a few beats as I tried to contain the ridiculous
smile on my face as I approached him. He’d never looked so handsome. Or happy.

The ceremony passed in
a blur, both of us stumbling over our vows, tears on our cheeks, full of more
emotion than anyone was meant to handle in a lifetime, let alone a few minutes.
When the time came for our kiss, he took me by surprise again by ravishing my
mouth with greedy and needy kisses, not breaking our lip lock until we both
needed to come up for air. I blushed as the guests all started whooping and
clapping, Roger making some rude comment about Brady needing to keep it in his
pants until later. I looked over at Mum and Dad as we walked back down the
aisle, both of them crying their eyes out, fighting over the handkerchief Anita
had provided. It nearly started me crying again, but I fought them back. I
couldn’t spend my wedding day with tear streaked cheeks.

‘Ok, Mrs. Collins?’
Brady asked, with a proud grin.

‘Perfect, Mr. Collins.
And even if I wasn’t, I have a husband who’ll soon make me smile again, he
knows just the right thing to say or do to cheer me up.’

‘I know exactly how I’d
like to cheer you up,’ he winked, with a lascivious smile, bringing some colour
to my cheeks at the thought of it. ‘But we have a roomful of guests to go and
greet and spend time with.’

‘We do,’ I sighed, full
of frustration. Truth be told, happy as I was to have so many friends and
family here to celebrate with us, all I could think about was ripping his
clothes off and having another orgasm. My need for him since this morning’s eye
opener was super-charged. We made our way to the gorgeously decorated orangery,
where we’d be having our seven course wedding meal. The quartet of musicians
were already playing soft background music and the smell of the sweet grapes hanging
from the vines filled the room. Brady surprised me by scooting me through a
small opening in the solid stone wall to an adjoining private bar. ‘What are
you doing? What about the line up to greet the guests?’

‘It can wait a few
minutes. I have news that I’m desperate to share. You know that surprise Mum
had for me earlier?’

‘You said she had one,
I don’t know what it was.’

‘You’re not going to
believe this. My dad’s here.’

‘What?’ I looked up at
him confused. His mum was a widow. Surely she hadn’t remarried since we had
Sunday lunch with her last week? Or worse, had she had his body exhumed then
cremated to bring the ashes to our wedding, so he didn’t miss out on his son’s
big day? Brady grinned at me, kissing me gently as my mind worked overtime.

‘Wait here a minute,
all will become clear,’ he confirmed. I watched him head back to the orangery
and shook my head, wondering what on earth was going on. Surely Mrs. Collins
wouldn’t have dug him up? If she had where would we put him on the top table? I
didn’t fancy eating my meal with the ashes of Brady’s dead father sitting in an
urn in front of me.

‘Congratulations, Mrs.
Collins,’ came a voice from behind me. I turned to see the bartender smiling at
me. ‘Can I pour you a glass of your favourite champagne, or maybe your
favourite cocktail, a B52?’

‘Champagne would be
wonderful, thank you so much,’ I smiled, stunned at the personalised service
this hotel offered. How did they know my favourite drinks? He nodded and
impressed me even more by taking a sword and slicing the top of the bottle off,
pouring some bubbly into a glass with a flourish and bowing as he passed it
over to me. I took a sip and closed my eyes as I savoured the taste. God, if
ever I could wish for a Groundhog Day time loop, I was sure this was it. I’d
happily live this day over and over. I took another mouthful, swirling it
around as the bubbles exploded on my palate.

‘Lisa, I’d like to
introduce you to someone,’ came Brady’s voice behind me. I spun around to be
confronted by a smiling Brady, with his hand on another man’s shoulder. As soon
as I looked up at his companion’s face I spluttered and champagne shot out of
my mouth and nose, spraying all over the rich red, plush carpet and I started
to choke.
What the hell was Simon doing at my wedding? Standing with Brady
like they were old friends?

‘Hi again, Leanna,’
Simon stated, a worried look all over his face, while I tried to compose
myself.

‘Simon?’ I uttered in
disbelief.

‘No, Dad, it’s Lisa,’
Brady corrected. ‘I didn’t realise that you’d already met.’ I felt my legs go
weak and reached out to clutch the gold railing on the edge of the bar.
Dad?!
Did he just call Simon “Dad?” I was so shocked to see him standing there
with Brady that I must be imagining things in my panic. I tried to take deep
breaths, aware that heat was building up in my cheeks.

‘Lisa, of course. I’m
so sorry, slip of the tongue,’ nodded Simon. Slip of the tongue? Jesus, I’d had
his tongue up my …
everywhere
. I shook my head, unable to process all
the thoughts going through my mind right now. How was he so calm, while I was
falling to pieces?

‘Pumpkin, are you ok?’
Brady asked, his face full of concern as he came to put his arm around my
shoulders.

‘Shocked,’ I nodded,
blushing as I caught Simon’s gaze and he gave me a quick shake of the head,
signalling for me to not say anymore. I wasn’t sure I could at the moment, it
was hard to form thoughts let alone words.

‘I know. Mum was so
young when they dated, she felt bad that I’d never met him, given they split up
before he even knew she was pregnant with me. You know I chose not to find him,
I didn’t want to upset my dad, well the dad that raised me. Mum decided as he’s
no longer with us where was the harm? She paid a private detective to track Simon
down especially so he could come and share this special day with me and we
could start building a relationship. I can’t tell you what a shock it was to
meet him.’