The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley - Страница 69
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“I’m going to shower,” I tell the girls.
“George, wait, we need to talk to you,” Jimmie calls out. I turn and finally look at the pair of them.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as nonchalantly as possible.
“George, I’m really worried, Lens still not answering his phone, even Milo’s not answering.”
“Stop panicking,” Ash jumps in. “They’re probably drunk in some French bar or something and just can’t hear their phones.”
My stomach does a nervous back flip, the last time I couldn’t get hold of Sean, was the night Haley had made her accusations. Haley the fucking whore, my fists clenched at the thought of that slut, despite venting my rage on her earlier, there was still so much more damage that I’d like to inflict, if Cam hadn’t been there to stop me.
Cam, the enormity of what I did starts to hit me. I swallow down the bile with my tears, which Jimmie mistakes for worry over the boys. I am worried, of course I am, chances are, Ash is probably bang on with where they are and what they are doing and I have absolutely no right to feel angry at what they might be getting up to.
“Ash is probably right Jim, it’s nearly morning now, they have an early flight home anyway and the planes landing at City airport so they’ll be here after lunch, let me have a shower and then we’ll make some more calls. We’ll call the hotel and wake them up if we have to, serves them right for not answering their mobiles.”
The second I step into the shower I let my tears go and I allow my brain to start trying to make sense of my actions, but I can’t. Why would I do that? Why did I do that? What a stupid, selfish thing to do. If this ever gets out, no I can’t even think along those lines, I have to put it all away, I have to never think of it again and carry on. I love Sean, I want to be with Sean, and nothing at all has changed there. My life is with Sean, we’re planning on starting a family next year and I won’t let my actions tonight come in the way of that.
Then it hits me.
Oh God.
No.
How could I be so stupid?
I’m not on the pill.
What if Cam’s made me pregnant?
What if, right at this minute, his sperm are heading toward my ovaries?
I grab the sponge and force it up inside myself, twisting it around inside of me, washing away every last trace of Cam from my body but knowing full well that I may already be too late, I may already have a piece of him and a piece of me forming, developing, dividing inside me right now.
I stand with my eyes closed, my face up to the ceiling, letting the water hammer down on the back of my head and hope that it can wash away my shame and my guilt and if it doesn’t, then I’ll just have to live with the consequences of my unforgivable actions tonight.
The door to the shower cubical opens and I’m startled out of my thoughts. Sean is standing naked in front of me, wearing a grin and an enormous hard on. Without saying a word he leans in and sucks on my left nipple, then looking up at me, he says, “Good morning Georgia Rae, I fucking missed you baby.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck and breathe him in. “How are you here so early?’ I ask.
“We just wanted to get home, Len rearranged the flight so we could fly right back after we played, but they didn’t have a pilot available so we had to hang about for a bit but we’re here now, six hours earlier than we should be. You not pleased to see me?” He’s kissing my neck and my jaw as he speaks.
“Of course I am.”
“Show me; show me how pleased you are.”
So I do.
* * *
When I wake up later that morning, the sun is shining through the wide open windows and a warm breeze is blowing on my bare back, I’m lying across the bed, alone it would seem. As I climb out of bed, I’m amazed at how well I feel; no hangover at all but a mouth that’s as dry as a nun’s crutch, I head for the kitchen in search of coffee and from where I can hear talking and laughter, as I walk out into the open plan living area. Ash is sitting on Jimmie’s chest, obviously demonstrating what I did to Whorely last night.
I pause for a second then say in my croaky morning voice, “You punch like a girl Ash, I hit her so much harder than that.”
All eyes turn to me, Marley starts a slow clap and says, “Here she is, our very own battle queen She Ra, well done George, you’re all over the papers.”
I let out a big sigh and fold my arms across my chest. I’ve pulled on Sean’s boxers and the t-shirt he was wearing last night and nothing else. I look at Len, my sensible brother. “I’ve been onto the lawyers; they’re doing what they can with regard damage control. You really do need to think about anger management classes George.”
“Like fuck she does,” Ash says. She climbs off of Jim and comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “That bitch got what was coming to her. If G hadn’t of smacked her, I would’ve.” She drapes her arm around my shoulders. “She’s my fucking hero and she’s got the best legs and tits and if I didn’t love you so much Marls, I would totally bang your sister.”
“Fuck baby, you’ve just made me totally hard. Is that wrong, that the thought of you banging my sister has made me hard?”
“Yes,” we all say together. My eyes meet Sean’s and he holds his hand out to me, I walk over to him and he pulls me between his legs as he sits on a stool.
“One night G, I go away for one night and look at the trouble you get into.” I suddenly feel nauseous and swallow down the bile that rises to my throat; he has no idea exactly how much trouble I got into. No one does, except me and Cam. The colour must leave my face as he adds, “I’m only joking babe, don’t stress about it, I just wish I’d been there to watch you give it to her.”
“I bet,” Marley adds. “Bitch fights are the best. I always get horny when I watch them.”
I shake my head at my brother as Ash slaps him in the chest. “You are one sick individual Marls dya know that?” I ask him.
“Yep, just the way my woman likes me, nothing wrong with getting excited about a bit of girl on girl action, it’s fucking hot, hey baby?” Ashley blushes and looks mortified.
“What!?” me and Jimmie both shriek together, Ash just shrugs. “Oh shut up you two, don’t judge, we were smashed and this bird come on to me and Marls got all excited so we just went to a hotel for a bit of fun.”
“Fucking lot of fun baby, it was a whole lotta fun.” I’m intrigued and oddly turned on, I lean back into Sean’s lap and realise, he is too.
“But were you okay with that Ash, Marley with another bird I mean?” Jimmie asks.
“Oh she didn’t touch Marley. No fucking way was I having that, although they sort of did, but only ‘cos they were both fighting over me,” she grinned as she spoke.
“Shit!” Sean says a bit too loudly.
“See, I told ya Maca, it’s fucking hot, all that shit we’ve done before is bollocks compared to watching another bird with your misses. It was fucking incredible. Don’t get me wrong, I could never let a bloke go there, no fuckin’ way but watching her with a bird was fuckin’ mind blowing, for both of us, ay babe?” Ashley just nods as she looks at us all, waiting for a response.
I turn and look at Sean with raised eyebrows. “All the shit you’ve done with birds before?”
“G,” he sighs out the letter. “It was over ten fuckin’ years ago and anyway, what about this?”
He reaches behind him and holds up one of the Sunday tabloids and there, half a page big, is a picture of me looking up at Cam. Alongside the head line – “Rock star Macas Wife hooks up with East End bad boy! Could this mean Carnage for the golden couple?”
I felt sick, I could feel my cheeks burn and my mouth was so dry I was incapable of speech, which was a good thing anyway as my brain was incapable of forming a sentence.
“Aw Mac, she was bloody lucky to have TDH there last night, calmed the whore down and stopped her from getting the Ol’ Bill involved, G was only saying thank you to the bloke.” Sean looks past me to Ashley.
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