by Anna Edwards
"Of course." Mother and daughter giddily ascended the magnificent spiral staircase and disappeared in a fit of laughter and banter. Amy turned to James, she needed answers as to the looks that passed between him and his sister. He stepped back with his hands held up.
"Before you ask. I did not know until last week. I had nothing to do with it, and that is why I did not tell you."
"What about the look with the dresses?"
"She has the dress that she bought for you before." He looked at the ground squirming with his head bowed. "Before we broke up."
"Before we broke up? She was going to ask me to be a bridesmaid then?"
"She knew how much I loved you. Everything she said about you being a part of her special day because you are family to her is true."
"Oh. Does the fact I’m a bridesmaid mean I don't have to wait to dance with you until all the other bridesmaids have?"
"Well technically, it’s the best man that has to dance with all the bridesmaids. I’m the acting Father of the Bride. I think that means I get to dance with my mum all night."
"Really. Oh. You're not even allowed to have a little flirtation with a bridesmaid?"
"Wouldn't want to cause a scene."
"And there was me thinking I might be one of the bridesmaids that get to score under the table when everyone else is drunk."
"Don't worry beautiful. You will score. And not just the once."
A throat clearing cough came from the doorway.
"Matthew, I’m really starting to wonder about your timing."
"Sorry boss."
Amy flushed.
"What is it?"
"I have briefed Mr Moore's security. Sonia is with your sister's bodyguard ensuring that she’s up to speed. "
"Does he have a large retinue?"
"The usual. Manager, stylist, personal trainer and dietician, several bodyguards. His best man flies in tomorrow apparently."
Amy tugged on James' arm.
"Just who is Sophie's fiancé?"
"I’ll leave you to explain that one, boss. I’m going to check they’re adhering to British rules. Don't want any paparazzi shot on my watch."
James nodded. "This is going to be a nightmare." He ran his hand through his hair. "A well-known hell-raiser actor marrying my sister."
"Grayson Moore? You mean Sophie is marrying the actor behind the Abandoned Renegade films? Oh, my god. He’s so cute." Amy flushed with excitement. She and Elena had gone to watch the latest film only a few weeks ago. It was the usual beat them up, solve the crime story with fast cars and even faster women. But this one had had heart. The leading man captured the female audience with his portrayal of pain and suffering. Amy was confident that he had suffered from something that he touched upon to make his acting so real. She had loved the film so much she had downloaded the previous ones and watched them over the next few nights. She hadn't read anything about his hell-raising past, though.
"Do I need to be worried here, Miss Jones? Are you crushing on my sister's fiancé?"
"Er. No."
"Liar." He chuckled. "I never had you down for enjoying that kind of film."
"Elena's bad influence I guess."
"Remind me to keep an eye on her."
"She’s harmless. She thinks you’re better looking than Grayson, anyway." Amy slapped her hand over her face and mumbled, "Don't tell her I said that."
James suddenly had the look of the devil on his face. "Leverage. I like it."
Amy placed her hands on her hips and snarled at him.
"Bedroom, Amy. I have a very sudden need that only that stern look can satisfy."
James scooped her into his arms and took the stairs two at a time, he placed her down at the top and their mouths met. Clothes came flying off in all directions. They managed to reach their bedroom, and as the door shut them away from the world, James pushed her against the bed post, lifted one of her legs and thrust inside her. She came immediately, calling his name and grinding out her orgasm against his cock. He spurted his climax within her and bit down on her shoulder as he shuddered a final.
"Fuck."
"I think I need to buy a chastity belt for the wedding."
"What?" Both of them were breathing heavy.
"I’m not sure I’ll be able to get through the entire day without that. We barely made it into the bedroom. I mean, what if your mother and sister find the pile of strewn clothes?"
James pulled Amy down on the bed. And brought her into his arms.
"They won't. They’ll be tidied before that happens. But as for the chastity belt. I have something much better for you to wear on the day of the wedding."
"What?" Amy sat up.
"You will have to wait and see."
CHAPTER TEN
James
James' gaze shifted from his breakfast of egg on toast to his alluring girlfriend as she padded sleepily into the kitchen in just her fluffy dressing gown. Mrs Aimes handed her a fresh cup of tea made with water boiled over the fire. Amy's hair was still tousled, her lips were plump from kissing, and she looked well and truly like she had been fucked senseless. She came over to him and placed her tea on the table before wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.
"The bed felt cold."
"I’m sorry; I always go for a run Christmas morning. We tend to eat so much."
"You should have woken me; I would’ve come with you."
"You needed your sleep."
"I can't argue with that."
"Merry Christmas, Amy." He kissed her.
"Merry Christmas, James."
His sister and Grayson almost fell through the kitchen door. Grayson had his hands over Sophie’s backside, squeezing tight. They’d very little clothing on.
"I thought you were abstaining until your wedding night, Sis?"
They both jumped and separated. Sophie instantly tried to right her clothing while Grayson sought to hide something in his pants that James really did not want to think about, let alone see, though Amy cast an appreciative look.
"I didn't think anyone would be up yet." Sophie blushed a deep crimson.
Mrs Aimes brought them both cups of coffee, and they joined James and Amy at the table.
"I’m excited and waiting for Father Christmas." James laughed and eased the embarrassment in the room.
"Where is mum?" James shrugged before Amy replied.
"She’s checking all the presents under the tree."
Matthew entered the room. "Mrs North wants you all in the lounge, Sir."
"It's Christmas day, Matthew. It’s your one day of holiday a year." Amy removed her arms from around James. He took her hand to lead her to the lounge, and Matthew followed at their side. "You taking Sonia somewhere nice today?"
"I had thought of taking her away for the night, but with the wedding tomorrow, we decided to stay here.”
"Christmas day with us again?"
"If that is alright."
"You know it is. You’re part of the family."
James thumped Matthew on the back and they all filed into the lounge as the start of 'Do they know it’s Christmas' came on the music system. His mother popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and passed out glasses. James kept Amy close. He still couldn't believe she was here with him. They clinked their glasses together in a toast. The others began to sort all the presents out under the tree, but James pulled Amy to the side.
"Most of your presents are in the bedroom for later."
"I have your main one there. " She looked up at him adoringly.
"My main one is right here next to me."
"James." Sophie shouted at him and threw him a neatly wrapped present.
He lifted the label and read. "From mum and Amy?"
"I hope you like it? You have to wear it."
James scratched his ear. His mother and girlfriend colluding. He was suddenly apprehensive.
"Open it." Sophie bounded up next to them clapping her hands. "Mum told me what it is. I think it’s a brilliant
idea."
James pulled apart the red and green wrapping paper and revealed a black jumper.
"A jumper?"
Sophie giggled.
"Hold it up to you." Amy bit her lip with nervous energy.
James unravelled the jumper. It was a cheesy Christmas one. A great big Rudolph, complete with bright red nose on it. He groaned.
"Put it on." Sophie screamed in delight.
Amy reached out to touch the nose, and it played a song. "Do you like it?"
"Do you want me to answer that honestly?"
"My family always had a tradition of wearing something silly on Christmas Day. I asked Miranda if we could continue it. We brought jumpers for everyone."
"Even Grayson?"
"Even Grayson." Sophie replied, and Grayson looked up in shock from where he was reading the back of a book on household husbandry that he had received from Miranda. James pulled the jumper over his head.
"How do I look?"
"Incredibly sexy." Amy smiled at him.
"Well I know that, but how do I look in the jumper."
A phone snapped a picture; all eyes turned to Grayson.
"I’ll ask my followers on Instagram. I’m sure they’ll love it."
"Don't you dare." James would be ridiculed.
"Too late." Grayson chuckled.
"You know I can still deny you permission to marry my sister."
"You wouldn't dare." Sophie bashed him in the chest.
"No, you’re right there. His punishment is having to marry you and deal with your tantrums." He pulled Amy closer and kissed the top of her nose. "So what jumpers have you all got?"
Amy went and pulled a bag out from behind the sofa and began handing jumpers out. His mother had a laughing Father Christmas, Sophie had a dancing snowman, Grayson had a naughty elf - James instantly posted a picture of that on his own Instagram - and Amy had a red jumper with a Christmas tree on it.
"What about Matthew and Sonia?"
"We’ve ours upstairs. We have Christmas decorations on them." Matthew laughed as he answered.
Mr Aimes appeared at the door.
"Sir, my wife says the first course will be on the table in half an hour. Shall I top up the champagne now?"
"Yes, please. Let's get this Christmas party going. Can you get the entire household in here? We will all celebrate together."
By seven o'clock, James was ready for bed. They’d been drinking and eating all day. His stomach hurt from laughing, and he was sure he’d be bruised from the game of Twister; it had been the best Christmas he had ever had.
Amy came to sit on his lap.
"Shall we go upstairs for some time alone?" James had shared her all day, and he just wanted to hold her for an hour and talk. She nodded and stood, and James looked over to his mother. "We’ll be back later for cake."
"Of course."
James led Amy up the stairs. Her slender hand was dwarfed by his, but it warmed his whole palm. She was humming 'We wish you a Merry Christmas' and by the time they got to their room they were both singing it. James removed his jumper and shoes and collapsed on the bed with his arms behind his head. Amy removed her shoes and straddled him.
"Not on the stomach. I think I may have eaten too much."
"We’ve all eaten far too much. I'm not sure I even have room for your mother's famous cake."
"I can help you work up an appetite again if you want?" James thrust his groin up, and Amy collapsed down beside him on the bed.
"I don't think I have the energy for that."
"Miss Jones. Have I finally found the key to stopping your insatiable sexual appetite?"
Amy groaned, put her hand on her belly and laughed. "Fill me full of food. Besides I think I want my present first."
"I don't know. Have you been a good enough girl for Father Christmas?"
"That is really cheesy. If you’re not careful I’ll make you wear your jumper next time we make love, and you will be playing that tune all night."
"I know it was cheesy, but not the jumper, please not the jumper." He leant over and pulled an envelope and a little box from out of his bedside table. "I want no arguments over this Amy. It is Christmas, and you’re my girlfriend. I can afford to treat you, and I want to. I have compromised and tried to minimise costs, but ... er …well, anyway. I hope you like it."
"What have you done?" He watched as she opened the envelope. It contained tickets to Las Vegas for New Year. They’d fly first class, but he hadn't booked the whole cabin out. He had booked The Wynn hotel but not the best room, just the second best. Finally, he had booked a day trip excursion to the Grand Canyon with one of the local tour groups. He had written it all down on a piece of paper in the envelope. He swallowed as he anticipated her reaction. She read the sheet of paper, looked up at him, and James couldn't read anything on her face. He felt sick. She put the paper down and opened the small box. A clip to go on her clitoris, it was remote controlled, and he had the control stored safely away.
"Is this what I think it is?"
"Depends on what you think it is."
"I put it…down there?"
"Down where?"
"James!"
"You have to elaborate."
She went bright red. She always did. For all her love of sex, there was still a naivety about her.
"On my clit?" She looked away, but he brought her eyes back up to meet his.
"Yes. I wanted to buy you something pretty to wear for the wedding, but I didn't want you to outshine my sister, and everything I liked would’ve done that. This is hidden, just between us. You will wear it all day tomorrow."
"What?" Her mouth fell open in his hand. "I can't do that."
"You can. I have the remote control, I’ll keep it with me, and I won’t let you come until we’re alone, but I’ll keep you on the edge all day." Amy rubbed her thighs together.
"You won't let me come?"
"No. I want you begging for it by the time I get you back to the room tomorrow night."
She gulped. "Alright."
"Enjoy your present. I’m sure I will." James looked at the piece of paper. "What about that?"
"I think you’d better teach me to play blackjack before we go."
"Does that mean you’re alright with it?"
"I can see that you’ve tried to compromise. I can't wait to go. Just me and you."
"And Sonia and Matthew."
"Of course."
"So do I get a present?"
"My present feels so very lame now."
"I’m sure it isn't."
"It is. I know you can buy whatever you want, so I wanted to get something personal for you. I have been wracking my brains trying to think. All I could think of was this. It shows you how you make me feel." Amy got off the bed and opened the bag of her laptop, James never went near that. From inside she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. "I wrote it. I hope you like it." He took the paper and began to read.
'Our pressing need pulls us close
With lips entwined in sweet taste,
Masculine fingers trace a path beneath my skirts
Exploring silken flesh at a craving pace.
Anticipation grows of a pleasured state
sonnets of sexuality from breathless lips,
Head thrown back in wanton longing,
I need you, I want you, take me now.
Pleas fallen upon tantalised ears,
As you yearn to take me to a higher state,
Clothes strewn across the floor,
And upon the bed, I get my poise,
A bead of moisture on a fevered brow
Lithe legs part allowing heaven’s unveiling,
Golden tresses cascade on pillows soft,
While emotional peaks ripen to solid rocks.
Tumultuous tongues entwine in tango,
A slight hand tears at buttons of metal,
The leather casing of so proud a member
Torn apart with lustful haste.
Sca
rlet talons mark a trail down muscular flesh,
Your dark head buried in an aching breast,
Small growls of concupiscence resound
Signalling a wavering of all control.
Only you know when I'm at the point of no return,
Will I receive your gift of hardened steel?
Sweet enchantment plundered with one long thrust,
Deep within the welcoming heavens.
Urgency is the need, to quench our thirst divine,
We move in perfect union, rocking, bodies braced,
Our naked forms bonded for passionate elation
As my climatic explosion burns a fiery path
Tumbling over the precipice, finally flying free
Climactic convulsions shudder, jubilation given,
Your name screamed out in breathless waves,
My body clenching and tightening, milking all you give.
Head thrown back in rapture,
Lissom legs of jelly quiver, adoring love repeated,
Fiery passion willing your dramatic release
Give me all your love, burn it within me deep.
Fiery heat surged deep in a convulsing tide,
The flooding zenith of our lust released
As we settle together, gazes rigidly held,
I love you, now, forever and always.'
He could barely catch his breath. He went through it one more time in silence. Every word was what she loved him for.
"You wrote this?"
"Yes. it’s what I feel for you. I’m sorry it isn't something better. I don't often write poetry, and I really couldn't think of a present."
He put his finger to her mouth, "I’m going to get this printed on canvas and hung in my bedroom. I want to get a photograph of us together as the background. And when I say together, I mean naked and my cock buried in you."
"I... You like it that much?"
"This is the best gift I have ever been given. You thought it would be lame compared to my gifts to you, but Amy, it’s amazing. Mine, money could buy, and I have plenty of that, so compared to yours, it is mine that are lame. You’ve shared your heart with me and no amount of money could every get anywhere near to buying that. I’d say I’m speechless but I realise I have been prattling on and on ..."
