Page 30 of Wanting Mr Black
“I’m glad. Thank you for trying them.” He kisses my neck. “Are you sure you need to go to this wedding?”
Part of me thinks he’s only half-joking.
“It’s sort of compulsory.”
“I’d love to have you to myself all day.”
There’s that L-word again.
My body tingles at his words, but I quickly rein myself in. He’s already made me late; I can’t allow him to do it again.
“Sorry to disappoint, but today, I’m Lucy’s.”
He lowers his lips to mine, and I twist my head to meet his mouth. He kisses me deeply for an age, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
“No, you’re not. You’re mine.” He tilts his hips, forcing his cock deep inside me. I gasp. “Always. She’s just borrowing you.”
If I’m his, why hasn’t he told me he loves me?
I push the thought aside and focus. I’ve more pressing issues right now. Like I’m running late for my best friend’s wedding.
“At this rate, she’ll be killing me.”
Art growls in disapproval at the fact that we’ve got to move and buries his face into my neck.
“We need to shower and get going. Lucy’s going to do her nut.”
Fifteen
Art is ready and waiting for me in the car as I step out onto the pavement half an hour later. The windows are down, music plays softly, and he looks the epitome of cool, dressed in tan chinos and a pristine white shirt. He’s got an elbow perched out of the window and black Ray-Bans sat on the end of his nose. He throws a quizzical look at my green sundress and flip-flops as I climb into the car.
“Lucy’s gone for very informal bridesmaid dresses.” He smirks.
“My dress is at the hotel,” I explain. “We’re having our hair and make-up done there.” I pause. “I do wish you could come to the wedding.”
“So do I, but we’re quite a few staff down because of sickness and holidays. I’ll dip in and out whenever I can.” He starts the car and casts me a sideways glance. “Please put your seat belt on.”
“Give me a chance.” I fasten the strap around me and see him check that I’ve done it before he pulls into traffic.
Before I can ask about his obsession with seat belts, I’m interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing and pull it out of my handbag.Mumflashes in the display. I suddenly realise Mum has no idea that I’m living with Art, and I immediately feel guilty. Now might be the time to tell her.
“Hi, Mum. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, love. I was just calling to ask you to wish Lucy all the best today from me and Martin.”
“Of course. We’re just on our way to the hotel now.”
“It’ll be a wonderful day. The weather’s going to be stunning.”
Given Lucy’s despondency a couple of days ago about getting married, I don’t feel quite as optimistic.
“Mmhmmm. How are you both? Martin okay?”
“Yes, love. He’s been a bit under the weather the last few days, but he’s as right as rain now. He wouldn’t go to the doctor – you know what men are like.”
“Good. I’m glad he’s better.”It’s now or never, I decide. I take a deep breath. “Listen, Mum, there’s something I need to tell you about me and Art.”
“You haven’t split up, have you?”