Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(179)

Just over a week after we arrive, we are up and taking a walk along the beach at seven in the morning, it’s June and the sun is getting stronger every day that we are here so we’ve been waking early, making beautiful wake up love, taking a quick shower and then having a walk on the beach before heading back for breakfast and more lovemaking.

Today is a little cloudier and I shiver as a wave from the Atlantic Ocean washes over my feet. Sean puts his arm around me and pulls me into his side as we walk; I wrap my arm around the back of his waist and grin up at him.

“What?” he asks.

“Will ya be my boyfriend Maca?” He smiles my favourite cheeky smile, the one that I have known for so long, my smile, the one he has smiled at me with for over half of our lives.

“Hmm that depends Georgia Rae.”

“On what?” I stop walking and fold my arms across my chest. I’m wearing a t-shirt with the Carnage logo on it, a red heart shaped iris, with a black pupil, crying blood red tears that are collecting underneath in a pool. Sean, Lennon and Marley came up with the design one wet and rainy afternoon in our summerhouse and it was almost as well-known an image across the world now as the golden arched M of MacDonald’s. I’d worn this t-shirt as it was Sean’s and loose on me, my boobs were getting bigger every day and I needed to leave the top button on my denim shorts undone the last few days as they were also getting too tight.

I looked at Sean with raised eyebrows, waiting for an answer to my question. I started to tap my foot. “I’ll be your boyfriend G but only if you show me your tits.”

I laughed at him, looked up and down the deserted beach to make sure no one was watching and lifted my t-shirt, I wasn’t wearing a bra so he got to see them in all their naked glory and I just loved the look on his face as he took them in. “Fuck Georgia, they’re getting bigger every day, our boys gonna be one well fed baby.”

He pulls me toward him and tilts his head down and sucks on my right nipple, he drops down to his knees and kisses my belly as he holds onto my hips. “Now listen here little man, your mother has a great pair of tits and I know that’s all you’ll see when you look at them is food, but you will still need to share. I’ll make sure that they’re all yours at meal times, but the rest of the time, those girls are mine, you got me?”

He nods his head, as if he’s actually heard a reply. “Good.”

I push his long dark hair from his face and look down into his brown eyes with their little flecks of gold.

“What are you doing?’

“I’m just having a little father son convo with my boy.”

“Well can you please not discuss my boobs with him, talk to him about music, football or someone else’s boobs, not mine.” His grin gets bigger.

“Well son, it’s like this, your auntie Sam has a massive rack and she used to get them out for a living but uncle Bails put a stop to all that.”

“Sean!” I shrieked. “You cannot tell our child things like that and why are you looking at Sam’s rack anyway?”

He laughs as he stands up, catching me around my waist and lifting my feet off the sand; I wrap my legs around his hips. “I’m just joking, Sam’s tits are fake and horrible, and yours are real and perfect.”

We look into each other’s eyes for a few long moments and despite our lovemaking just an hour or so ago, I can feel my insides coil and tighten with desire for him.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more, let’s get back and get naked baby, I’ve got a massive hard on again.” I slide down his body until my feet touch the sand. We walk back along the beach to the villa, stopping at a little bakery along the way to buy fresh bread.