The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley (читать книги бесплатно полностью без регистрации сокращений txt) 📗

Sean turns to me and says, “Dya think it’s a boy?” I nod, because I do, don’t ask me how but somehow, in the last few minutes, I’ve become 100% sure, that we’re having a boy.

“Me too,” Sean almost whispers. “And I cannot fucking wait to meet him.”

We smile at each other, his hand on my belly, oblivious to all of the noise going on around us; we lean into each other and kiss, very gently, our lips barely brushing. “I love you so much Georgia Rae, our son is so lucky to have you for a Mum and I’m so lucky to have you as my Wife.”

Before I can reply, my Mum and Ziggy shout at us all to come and get some food so I just smile at him and let him lead me out to the patio where a banquet has been prepared from the contents of my fridge and freezer. We eat, drink and celebrate our pregnancy in noisy Layton style, the kids are put to bed and the adults stay up till the early hours of Sunday, talking, laughing, reminiscing and sharing stories of our lives as we were growing up. I go to bed happy and content, appreciating my fantastic family but not realising that it’s the very last time that we will all be together, that our dynamics will be changed, shattered irreparably before the year is out.

CHAPTER 28

Our photo shoot is done on Monday morning and by Monday evening we’ve been taken by helicopter from our home, to a private jet waiting for us at City Airport in London, then on to Faro Airport in Portugal, from there we were picked up by a town car and Sean drives us to my parents villa, in Albufeira. We spend an entire week doing very little except sleep, swim, eat and have lots and lots of sex, which still isn’t enough to sate my pregnant, hormonally charged libido. Sean is overjoyed with the fact that I can’t get enough of him, he may be one of the biggest stars on the planet, but we’ve known each other for almost twenty years and have had about fifteen years of sexual experiences together so even for us, things sometimes get a little normal, everyday. Just because you’re rich and famous, doesn’t mean that your sex life is always super exciting every time. We’re no different to any other couple that have been together for a lot of years, but right now, despite the years together, things are hotter than ever and being alone at my parent’s place and away from the worries of what the papers and magazines might be saying about us, things are definitely on fire.

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.

Later that afternoon as I lay in the shade reading a book. Sean’s mobile rings, he’s lying on a lounger next to me but he’s in the full glare of the sun, which finally broke through the clouds a couple of hours ago. We have only been taking calls from our family since we’ve been here and Sean mouths, “Len,” to me as he answers with, “Alright mate, what’s up?”

The smile almost instantly vanishes from his face. “What?” He stands and takes my hand, pulling me up and with him as he walks inside. “For fuck’s sake, yeah, that was this morning.”

His eyes look over me; I’m wearing bikini bottoms and nothing else. “Can we threaten them with anything?” He rakes his hand through his hair as I watch and assume this is another press related issue. “Yeah, yeah, I understand.” He walks over to the patio doors and pulls them shut and closes the blinds. “Well if they know we’re here, we might as well come home.” He looks back at me again. “No, we can be ready in a coupla hours, see what you can do and let me know.” I don’t wait to hear the rest, I head to our bedroom and start packing, we didn’t bring much, we already have a supply of clothes and our favourite toiletries here left over from previous visits. As I throw stuff into my Louis Vuitton luggage I can feel Sean’s eyes on me, he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck, just below my ear, sending goose pimples down my body.

“Will you always do that when I kiss you there dya think?” I turn my head and smile at him.

“As long as my heart is beating, I will react to you.” He grinds his hips into my arse.

“You’ve made me hard,” he says into my ear and my nipples feel like they are going to explode.

“And you’ve made me wet, but stop avoiding the issue, what’s wrong, why are we going?”