Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(182)

On my birthday in late September, the boys played at a charity polo game, it was a beautifully warm and sunny Sunday and I chose to wear a long flowing cheesecloth dress that we had bought from a retro stall at Camden market a few weeks before, it was cream and very seventies in style and showed off my growing baby bump beautifully. I teamed it with a big floppy orange hat and a pair of espadrilles and was thrilled with the look.

Dave picked me up with Ash and Jimmie already in the car, the boys had left earlier to sound check, I get kisses, cuddles and birthday wishes from all of them and for some reason I have butterflies in my stomach today and no idea why.

When we arrived we were shown through to the VIP area where we were offered champagne, I obviously declined and asked for water, we were there about fifteen minutes before I spotted Marley appearing from behind the stage and head over to us. Tom and Billy appeared next followed by my Husband. I watched him, waiting for him to spot me; my heart was racing in my chest. He looked stunning and quite literally stole my breath away.

“Fuck me, he’s hot,” I laughed as Ash whispered in my ear, stating exactly what I was thinking. He was wearing a pair of leather jeans and a v necked t-shirt that wasn’t quite long enough and showed off just enough belly and the start of that V thing he had going on that drove me absolutely insane for him.

“Put your tongue away G, you get to go home and tap that for dinner later.”

I smiled as Sean stopped, spoke and shook hands with various people.

“I taped that for breakfast and I want it again for lunch.” We had spent the morning having birthday wake up sex, followed by birthday shower sex, my libido hadn’t waned a bit during my pregnancy and my belly wasn’t big enough to get in the way yet so we were enjoying every inch of each other as often as possible before the baby arrived.

“Maca for breakfast has gotta be better than a Macbreakfast any morning.” I smiled at Ash, my dirty minded sister in law, some people might be offended at someone else perving over their Husband but I knew how much she loved my brother, despite her comments about Sean. “Yep,” I said to her. “A MacGasm is definitely the way to start the day; in fact, I can’t get out of bed until I’ve had multiple MacGasms.” Ash spat champagne everywhere as we both shrieked with laughter, causing the best of British society to turn and look at us.

Sean was talking to a footballer I recognised and I watched as the footballer’s Wife/girlfriend/date twirled her hair around her finger as she looked my Husband over like she wanted to lick him from top to toe and stop for a while somewhere around his middle. As if he suddenly sensed my eyes on him, he looked up and met my gaze, his head tilted back as he looked me up and down and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He licked his top lip as he replied to something the footballer’s companion, whore, slut, whatever, said, but didn’t take his eyes off me. He held out his hand and gestured slightly with his head for me to join him and kept his eyes on mine as I walked toward him. I took his hand as I reached him and he pulled me in, kissing me full on the mouth.

“You look stunning Wife,” he said into my ear.

“You look totally f*ckable. What are you trying to do to my blood pressure Husband?”

The footballer laughed, his thing didn’t.

“Tony, this is my Wife Georgia.” I put my hand out and shook his.

“Sorry darling, what was your name?” Sean continued and I couldn’t have loved him more.

“Melinda but everyone calls me Mel,” she squeaked. I smiled sweetly but didn’t offer my hand.

“Melinda, my Wife Georgia McCarthy.” I nod and smile some more and almost combust as Sean rubs his hand over my bum through my dress, I turn my head to his and smile.