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“Yes, fuck!” he yells, in a way he never did before.
“Fuck,” I whisper, losing my breath, “fuck.”
“Yes,” he growls, “fucking come around me, woman.”
I let go and fall into a paroxysm of pleasure, yelling and pleading with him, like I’m an animal. He lunges at me hard and the spine of his cock pumps his semen into me, thick and hot and delightful, I’m so satisfied. It’s been years since I came from penetration alone, but with Paul, nothing seems impossible.
When he slips from me, I pull my knickers back into place and lie still, hands above my head, grinning.
“Oh, someone looks pleased with themselves.”
I open my eyes and catch him tucking his cock back into his trousers. Then he scoots up beside me, brushing the hair off my face and shoulders, grinning down into my eyes.
He holds my cheek and leans down to brush a kiss across my mouth. “I hope you brought a change of outfit?”
“Nope, taxi booked for ten, I’m afraid.”
He brushes his thumb across my mouth and presses his nose to mine. “Cancel it. I took out a mortgage for this room.”
I agree with a smile and he rewards me with a kiss.
I ignore the assumption he must have made – that I’d be here today, single and ready to jump back into bed with him.
In fact, I ignore where we are, the occasion… everything.
Chapter Nine
I’m standing with Marie and Sass as we watch Susan and Adam take to the dancefloor for their first spin as man and wife. The bride has changed into a silver evening dress, strapless and floor-length, silk, with many poufy layers beneath. She looks stunning and Adam looks like the cat who got the cream. He hasn’t stopped smiling all day. Adam’s mother hasn’t stopped crying all day, perpetually with a hanky gripped between her fingers, while most of his other relatives are absolutely sloshed thanks to the free bar.
“I’m glad Chloe didn’t come,” I mumble, as other couples start to join the bride and groom. I try not to stare as Paul leads his mother around. Apparently, he even paid for her to have a room here for the night. I wonder where this sudden generosity has come from.
“She would’ve seen what we can see,” murmurs Sass. “Adam’s happy, therefore, accept it. Even if she is a psycho hose beast.”
It’s a little ridiculous really. I work with people my own age and none of them have massive friendship groups like ours, maintained since school. Who at school meets the people they’re going to be friends with for the rest of their lives? People change, move on. We haven’t always agreed on everything, we do sometimes get on each other’s nerves, but will it be when we’re starting our own families that we suddenly realise we have nothing in common anymore but sleepless nights? For instance, I like to relax with a meal out and a nice bottle of red, drunk slowly. At least Ian was good for that – he liked that, too. But my schoolmates, the ones I’ve seemingly been saddled with for the rest of my life, do not know how to savour a wine. They knock it back as quickly as possible. Catholic upbringing, you see.
“She looks absolutely beautiful,” Marie concedes, and as I turn to look at her, notice she’s a little teary. “It’s hard, being a mum. You know you’re never gonna have that again, the way Adam’s looking at her. Children change you. I’m not that carefree anymore.”
Sass and I grab her from either side, hugging her as hard as we can. There’s nothing we can say to that. It’s all true. She and her husband Adrian were already pregnant before she walked down the aisle. It wasn’t intended and I think she regrets not having had time just to be man and wife. As for me, if Paul were to ask me to marry him, I’d stop taking the pill the day of the wedding and hope for the best. It’s what I’ve always wanted.
“Yeah but you’ve got a beautiful baby boy to show for it,” Sass coos, “and so what if you’ve gained weight? You’ve got these massive jugs now.”
“Yeah, Marie. Greedy.”
I wiggle mine in her direction as does Sass, making Marie burst out laughing.
“You guys,” she says, crying.
We group hug before the music changes and everyone starts disco dancing instead. We head to the bar for more booze and try to ignore the fact it’s polite at this point to also go and dance.
That’s another bonus of Chloe not being here – we’d be dragged over there to dance if she were.
“It’s quite sweet Paul brought his mum, eh?” I broach the subject of my apparent lover, trying not to give away anything.
As Marie orders another bottle of wine, we’re told the threshold of the free bar has been met and that we have to pay for our own now. We shake our heads and dip into our purses, coughing up £25 for the pleasure.
“He was gonna bring his girlfriend apparently, but they split up,” Marie shouts above the music, sounding unimpressed as she sloshes wine into three glasses, filling them so full, the bottle is almost empty already.
I try to keep my cool as we find a table to sit at, continuing our people watching. At least it’s dark in here so they can’t see the red rash crawling up my neck. He had a girlfriend? All these months I was hung up on him, and he had a fucking girlfriend?
