by Lily Morton
“I didn’t ask you,” I say sharply. “But if we have to air our dirty laundry I’ll just say this. I know she’s amazing and I don’t want her to leave so that’s what I’m doing. I’m keeping my fucking hands off her and then she won’t leave.” I avoid mentioning that over the last few weeks I’ve paraded so many women in front of her that she should have punched me. I’d just been so devastated and almost wanted to punish her for holding a mirror up to me that night showing me what I was really like, what she really thought of me, and why I would never be good enough for her.
Seth shakes his head tiredly. “Bram I have so much to say to that statement but I’ve known you for fucking years and I know that it’s not the right time yet. You’re not ready to see how wrong you are. I hate to think that you’re going to fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but maybe it’s going to take that to make you see sense for the first time.”
I open my mouth to say something sharp but Sid ever the peacemaker jumps in, and despite how cross I am I take a second to truly enjoy him being part of one of these conversations for the first time in years, rather than being the subject of them. “Boys we’re missing the point here. Are we ready for when she comes?”
John the lawyer stirs uncomfortably next to me and I can’t say that I blame him. He didn’t ask to be part of the Oprah Winfrey show as we all air our feelings, and God knows what he thinks of us after last night. Still I’ve got to give him his due. He came straight round this morning to clear up the misunderstanding and that’s not an easy thing to do when Charlie is one of his rare rages.
Charlie and he seem to have come to an understanding already which is why he’s here, and with the speed and clarity of his documents I can already see him replacing our lawyer who’s about to retire. We’re like that as a band, if someone proves their loyalty then they get ours. It’s the way that we’ve always done it, and probably accounts for us being such a tight ship with hardly any leaks to the press. “Everything’s ready. The document’s watertight so she’ll have no way to break it. If she does, the financial penalties will be extremely severe,” he says in his rich, deep voice. He’s a very good looking man so I can see why Charlie felt threatened by him.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and I crane my neck to catch my first glimpse of Alys. I always try to do this without her noticing because she’s so beautiful and I enjoy seeing her when she doesn’t think that anyone’s looking at her. Her expressions are so vivid and she always has that small look of concentration on her face like she’s ready for the world to come at her.
I especially enjoy it today because she’s obviously in a towering rage. Her beautiful hair is practically standing up around her face and if we were anything but friends I would grab her and fuck her where she stands, harnessing that rage because sometimes it makes for the best orgasms. I should know, there’ve been many women who have been angry with me.
Last night had been agony lying next to her and needing to touch her, to drag her under me and just fuck into her until this urge leaves me, although I sincerely doubt that it will. I’ve wanted her for so long. I only have to stand next to her and I’m hard and aching. It’s driving me mad because since I could fuck I’ve never denied myself anything. She’s the only thing that I’ve ever stopped myself from taking, and paradoxically she’s the only thing that I’ve ever wanted so much.
It’s so hard to deny myself and I have a horrid feeling that I’m going to break at some point. The only thing holding me back is the skin of my teeth and the knowledge that she doesn’t love me and doesn’t want me. I’m not going to screw her just for the sake of a fuck and run the risk of losing her. The only thing that would change that is the knowledge that she cares for me, and I both long for and fear that happening because that would light the torch paper to the last threads of my self-control.
I hear a throat clear and looking round I see Seth looking at me with one eyebrow raised. I raise my middle finger at him and turn back to look at the angry blonde because she’s a much better sight than his know it all American ass. She rounds the island and comes to stand by my side and fuck if I don’t want to draw her to me because she always positions herself near me, especially I’ve noticed if she feels like I’m under threat. It’s not like I’d ever allow her tiny frame to come in the firing line but it warms me every time that she does it.
“When’s the slutty bitch arriving?” is her first militant question. Seth and Sid laugh and then I see John’s face alive with interest and I tense. He can fuck right off. That good looking bastard is getting nowhere near my girl. Matt glares at him too which makes me smile. Matt would fuck him up if he thought he was going to hurt me.
Charlie stirs with the first sign of interest. “Hey baby,” he says in the sweet voice that I only normally ever hear him use with Mabe and Viv. “You okay? Sorry I was such a drunk prick last night.”
She smiles and ruffles his hair. “You can’t help it,” she says kindly and Sid laughs. I can tell that he really likes her but just the sight of him grabbing her and pulling her close at the rehab centre had made my fists close, so hopefully he leaves her alone.
Charlie stares at her. “Have I lost her Al?”
“No!” she exclaims vigorously. “You just need to talk to her and explain yourself. If she won’t talk then you need to write to her. It’s harder to reject a letter than someone’s voice.” I’m slightly peeved to see him immediately relax when we’d spent the whole night telling him the same. Maybe I should have given in to my feelings last night and taken her with us rather than leave her to get some much needed sleep. “She loves you Charlie,” she says softly.
He shakes his head. “I’m not sure about that babe.”
“Well I am. It’s obvious, and when someone loves someone they stick to that person and it takes a lot to make them let go.” I’m not sure about that myself. It’s never been my experience but hopefully that’s true for her. I want someone to look after her even though that thought makes me want to punch something.
“But I hurt her.”
“You didn’t hurt her. She’s fine and it was obviously an accident. I think the main problem to be honest is Amber. If you can convince her that nothing happened with her then she’ll forgive you. I know it.”
Charlie opens his mouth to say something but the doorbell rings and everyone with the exception of Alys who quite often doesn’t hear it, turns their heads towards the door. I squeeze her arm. “Showtime,” I murmur, mainly with the hope of seeing her face filled with rage. I’m a contrary bastard but fuck that turns me on.
Matt goes to open the door and Sid stirs. “Keep your mouth shut Charlie,” he warns quietly. “Don’t get involved.” Charlie nods but then stiffens as Amber strolls in dressed in tight jeans and a red jumper and strutting like she’s on a catwalk. Before anyone can say anything, and I think that’s on purpose, John stands up buttoning the jacket of his three piece suit. He exchanges a look with Matt who introduces him to Amber and then when he has her attention he produces the paperwork from his briefcase with a flourish. I see Matt stare at him because the man’s a showman.
He and Amber have a low voiced conversation and then he produces a pen and ushers her into a seat. Sid and Seth draw close as they’re witnessing the document and I rub my hand up Alys’ arm, feeling her vibrating slightly.
We watch Amber sign the papers quickly, the only sound in the room the scratching of the pen and John’s murmurs as he points to the relevant areas. Finally she throws the pen down and stretches almost tauntingly. “Done,” she says.
I stir, unable to believe that I stuck my cock in this cunt. “Okay we’re sorted. Any word of this gets out and the agreement is void and financial penalties come into play.”
“No problem,” she purrs, making a zipping motion on her mouth, and it’s at this point that I feel Alys’ control snap.
“Shame you didn’t have one of those on your cunt and then maybe you wouldn’t be such a whore,” she says coldl
y.
Amber stiffens. “Fuck off Miss Prissy. Just because we haven’t all got cobwebs down there.”
“I’d rather have cobwebs than half of London wading through my vagina.”
“Oh no,” I murmur slumping against the cupboard and running my hand down my face, but Sid’s snort is drowned out by Amber’s cold laughter.
“You’re just jealous of the one person that did get in there and Bram had no complaints.” Charlie glares at me and I shrug helplessly. I’m not usually prone to introspection but I regret fucking Amber bitterly, not just because she’s turned out to be a money grabbing whore, but because it hurt Alys and I knew that it would. That knowledge, that I’d deliberately hurt someone that I care about, crucifies me.
“I don’t think we should be …” I start to say but Alys drowns me out.
“I’m not jealous,” she says clearly. “I’m just relieved that we didn’t lose him up there. I mean we were worried. In fact I think the search party might still be up there looking around your cavernous vagina.” Seth laughs out loud but smothers it when I glare at him because this has the potential to get out of control.
Amber stands up, her face flushed bright red. “You think that you’re fucking better than me.”
“Oh I know I am straightaway because I don’t run after other women’s men and then take money to shut me up, rather than doing that woman a kindness and telling her that nothing happened, because you’re a desperate twat.”
“No, you just prefer to pant after someone that is never going to be yours. Open your eyes because you’re wasting your time on a fucking man whore.” My head shoots up so fast that I almost get whiplash.
“You know nothing about me,” Alys hisses and Amber laughs making my fist curl, not that I’d ever do anything to a woman.
“I know everything about you Alys. You’re pathetic. Look at you, do you think that he’s ever going to love you? He can’t love anyone, least of all some deaf bitch who lives with him like some fucking poor Irish relation sponging off him.”
“You shut your fucking mouth,” I say in a deadly, cold voice.
“No let her talk,” Alys shouts. “I can’t wait to hear the insights of somebody that takes money for causing other people pain. That doesn’t make her wise, it makes her a fucking cunt.”
Before I can do anything Amber jumps forward, and quicker than a snake striking she slaps Alys across the face. I shout out as do the other men, but if anyone expected Alys to curl up and cry they’d be wrong. Not my girl. She leaps to her feet and launches herself on Amber, tackling her to the ground where she promptly straddles her and slaps her back. They roll over slapping and scratching and chairs overturn. Amber gets a good whack in but Alys is too strong and rolls her over again smacking her as Amber kicks out at her.
I leap forward and band my arms around Alys. “Christ baby stop,” I shout but she writhes against me as Amber shouts out ‘bitch’. I groan as it’s taking all my strength to keep my little firebrand still. “Charlie help me get them apart,” I shout, but he smirks.
“In a minute. This is actually quite entertaining.”
“Fuck off it’s not.” I manage to pin Alys’ arms down but she kicks Amber in the crotch.
“It is actually mate. Alys has got a mean right hook.”
“This is not funny. Alys could get hurt.” I pause. “Sid you’d better not be filming this fucker.”
He holds his phone still. “I am and I’m going to post this on Mick’s account. Full price though, no mate’s rates.”
Suddenly Seth is there and he pulls Amber to her feet as I do to Alys, keeping my arms tight around her. They try to lunge at each other but then fall back panting. “Enough!” I shout at the top of my voice, feeling them still. I turn to Amber. “You get out of my home you fucking bitch and don’t come back. I’m sorry that I ever put my dick anywhere near you. She’s fucking worth a million of you because she’s kind and loyal and tries to see the best in people. Well there’s no best in you. You’re a user and you always will be, but you’re not using me and you’re not using her.”
Amber is pale but she glares at me poisonously. “Then try looking at yourself Irish, because you’re using her more than anyone. You cling onto her and won’t let go but you won’t give her what she needs. You’ve got no intention of doing that because you won’t let yourself, which makes you the biggest bastard in this room because she’s in love with you and she won’t give up on you.”
I fall back, feeling myself pale. It’s like she’s punched me and voiced my worst fears. Paradoxically something like an electric shock runs through me – she loves me. That can’t be true. I open my mouth to say I don’t know what but Seth speaks first and as always with him people listen. “Enough,” he says in his deep voice. “You’re out of here. I think we’ve all heard more than enough of your infantile theorising. Go fuck yourself Amber because pretty soon that’ll be the only person who will.”
John clears his throat and gestures to Sid and Seth to sign the paperwork while Charlie rights the chairs and Matty shows Amber out. I can feel them all trying not to look at Alys and I but all I can see is her, and when the door slams it’s like the starter gun to a race and I grab her arm and pull her after me seeking privacy. I find it in the bathroom, pushing her into it, lifting her onto the surface and reaching back to lock the door.
I step closer to her making her spread her legs to accommodate me and examine her flushed face and big eyes, her quivering, pink lips and that beautiful hair everywhere. For a second there’s silence and then all of my control snaps like an elastic band. I can’t physically stand another minute without touching her and before I can grab my reason back I step further into her and grab her face, forcing her lips to mine and taking them in a kiss that’s like pouring petrol on a fire. I’m gone.
Alys
When he kisses me, for a second I still with surprise, but then all the aggression from the fight and the humiliation of having her tell everyone that I’m in love with him pumps up inside me like a soda syphon, and I grab his head and pull him into me kissing him fiercely and feeling the coldness of his lip ring. He groans and forces his way further between my legs and I lift them, curling them around him, pulling him into me and moaning when I feel the hard thrust of his cock.
All my thoughts are gone now. All my wariness about what will happen afterwards is silenced by the sheer power of the passion that has flared up between us. All I can hear are our panting breaths and the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears, as his lush lips part mine and his tongue forces its way into my mouth and tangles with mine.
His hands frantically grab the bottom of both my shirt and vest, pulling back from my mouth only long enough for him to pull them over my head, and then his mouth is back at mine eating at my mouth with choked grunts. His long fingers grab my shoulders pushing me back only far enough to allow him to smooth his hands over the lace of my bra, finding my hard nipples and twisting them, making me arch my back and release his mouth long enough to let out a deep moan.
I look at him but his face is lowered watching his hands move with purpose over my breasts. Then he pulls the cups down, too impatient to remove the bra before lowering his head and taking one nipple into his mouth. He doesn’t waste time, instead sucking hard on it his cheeks narrowing and red flags high on his face.
His eyes close in bliss before opening as a bang sounds on the door. I hear someone shout something and I tense expecting him to pull away, but it doesn’t happen this time. “Fuck off!” Bram shouts and then drags me close pulling my hips into his so that he can drag his cock against my clit. I moan again and then somehow manage to make my hands work as I tear at his shirt.
“Take it off,” I groan and he stares at me for a second his eyes dark with lust. If this is what he looks like in bed no wonder there are so many satisfied customers. He doesn’t waste time with buttons but drags it over his head and then immediately goes back to my mouth. His hands range over my body, gripping and s
troking, and he breaks away from my mouth to mutter incomprehensible things about how soft my body is and how much he wants me before going back at me like he’ll starve to death if he can’t taste me.
I writhe against him feeling undone with passion, my whole body throbbing with the desperation to have him inside me. I can feel the wetness between my legs and I push at him, almost fighting him. “Ssh, ssh,” he soothes.
“No Bram now,” I almost sob in my need. “Need you inside me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, and lifting my hips up he drags my yoga pants off and then reaches in and rips my knickers clean off. I don’t have time to admire his strength because he unbuttons himself frantically, pulling his hard cock out and fisting himself.
“God Bram,” I breathe trying to stroke it, undone with the urge to feel the hard length in my hand. I’ve heard rumours before and his women have tittered about the length and girth in the kitchen the morning after, but they’ve not done him justice.
“Christ,” he groans, his pupils blown as he reaches forward sliding one long finger into me to check my readiness. “Oh baby you’re fucking soaking,” he grunts and I lean back arching and fucking myself on his finger. I groan as he adds another one while his thumb spreads the moisture along my folds before reaching my clit and strumming it.
“Oh God now,” I pant. “I can’t wait,” and he grunts some response before grasping his cock and rubbing it through my wetness.
“Fuck Alys,” he mutters looking at me through heavy eyes. “Fuck baby tell me to stop.” He moans, pushing it in a scant inch. We both groan arching back to watch his slick length start to enter me.
I grab his head making him look at me. “Don’t stop,” I say deliberately. “God don’t stop. Fuck me.”
He pants through his teeth as he twists his lean hips and forces the rest of his length in. We both cry out when he’s fully seated and he stills me for a second. “You’re so tight darling,” he says thickly. “Get used to me because I don’t want to hurt you.” I stare at him and then manage a smile which makes him close his eyes for a second, and then he nestles closer into the cradle of my pelvis and seated deep and tight he kisses me wildly using his tongue to simulate what movement he’ll be using down there.
