Wild Rendezvous (4 page)

I return his cheeky smile with a knowing one of my own.

‘Oh, I can, can I?' My false affront kids no one as his finger-fucking sends a spasm through me and I moan involuntarily loudly.

‘Yes, you can, slut, or do you want me to get all masterful on your ass?'

As tempting as the invitation to a spanking is I have to decline. I am far too aware of the noise it would make.

‘No, sir.' I slip my hand into his boxers. ‘I'll wank your hard, thick cock. It will be my pleasure, sir.'

‘And mine.' He nibbles lightly on my bottom lip. I wrap my fingers around him and revel in the throbbing heat when I rub up and down his length.

‘‘Fuck,' he curses. ‘Fuck, Leanna, I need this. I need you.'

‘I know,' I mumble, barely able to comprehend as my body is so overtaken by lust. Pleasure pools heavily in the bottom of my tummy, leading into the core of my pelvis. With every flick of his fingers, every stroke of his thumb on my clit the pressure increases.

My hand moves without being powered by my mind. I just automatically fall into patterns that I know pleasure him.

I battle with the desire to cry out the closer I come to my release. I bury my face in his shoulder and he curls his body around me, to cradle me.

The intimacy of that pushes me over and I whimper, moan and bite down on the flesh of his neck, just above his collar bone. The pinching pain of my boiling-over lust causes him to growl and his cock to spurt out its fountain of warm seed. I massage the warm liquid over his sensitive flesh and then lift a finger to my mouth to savour his flavour. He links his arm through mine and licks his own fingers clean, the smell of our sated sex mingling and permeating the atmosphere.

‘Whoa.' I gasp.

‘Uh-huh,' he responds between pants.

‘I like making out.'

‘So do I,' he says solemnly, ‘but I can't wait to fuck you, fuck you as my wife.'

‘Yes, I want to be fucked in a wifely manner, I want to see how that works.' I chuckle. ‘Gosh, Joe. I never really truly imagined I'd be your wife. I always thought you were well out of my league.'

‘I've always had a soft spot for you,' he replies, squeezing my fingers with his own, ‘but I've never been good at expressing my emotions. I wish I'd told you sooner exactly how I felt.'

‘If wishes were fishes I'd …' It was a famous saying but I couldn't remember the ending. ‘Have mackerel for tea or something like that.' I laugh. ‘We're here now and that's what counts.'

‘True.' he sighs. ‘But I wish we were somewhere Mother-free right now.'

‘Agreed. You're right, you know, she really is a bitch.'

‘You're surprised by that?' He gasps.

‘No, well, sort of. I mean I know that when you're all wrapped up in your issues they can seem so much bigger than they actually are, you know? So I was quite willing to give Beverly the benefit of the doubt, but no, actually you were quite generous in describing her faults.'

‘I learnt a long time ago that when it comes to Mother the smaller the amount of attention you can give to her the better. I just carry it on even when she's not around. Force of habit, I suppose.'

‘I think you'll have to give me the award for the worst in-law, Joe. I thought my mum was bad enough but yours? Yours makes mine look pretty much sane.'

Joe sighs deeply.

‘Oh, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to pick on her or make you feel bad.' I gasp and run my hand down his chest in comfort.

‘No, no, it's nothing you've said,' he quickly reassures me, ‘not you at all. It's just having Mom around. She stresses me out and, well, seeing her stress you out makes me feel all the worse.'

‘It's OK.' I kiss his cheek. ‘I can cope with her for a couple more days. It'll be fine, no worries.'

‘I guess I'll cope too. I'm remembering why I ran so far to get away from her, though.'

‘You came to Britain to leave your mum behind?'

‘Pretty much.' He rocks his head in a drawn-out nod. ‘I justified it in a few other ways, but yes, I escaped my mother by leaving the country.'

‘Wow, that's … something.'

‘Isn't it just? I felt that when I was over there she could still so easily judge me. She's phone me, get my number of friends and the family of friends and the first thing she'd do was to berate me for leaving home, for throwing away my privileged upbringing. She'd tell me I'd be rich if I'd just stayed with her and whatever sugar daddy she was with at the time. I got so sick of telling her I wanted to make it on my own. She never understood why I would want to work for something. She's never worked for anything in her life.

‘So in the end I left everything I knew behind. I moved. I didn't tell friends or family members, I didn't even tell my girlfriends of the time. I just applied for the job, did all the paperwork in secret, then jumped the plane and came here. I never looked back. Well, I did. I hit the internet, old friends found me through that, and Mom found out where I was.

‘Emails are so much easier to ignore than phone calls though.

‘I've enjoyed six blissful years without hearing a word from my mother. She's been back in my life for just over six hours and I already feel like a pathetic waste of space. Again.'

‘You're not, though. It's your mum's loss, not yours.'

‘I know, but there's something deep inside that, well, just wants her to be proud of me. Just for once, you know? It's my driving force. I don't quite know what would happen or who I would be without it.'

I snuggle closer to him and gently stroke his shoulder. I don't know what to say. I know my mum can be a pain in the bum but I can count on her to be there for me whenever I need her. I cannot imagine not having that security in my life. I don't want to even contemplate it.

‘I know it doesn't really mean anything but I am sorry, Joe, I really am.'

‘Thank you, Leanna, really. You and Lucy give me so much support and love, I'm so damn lucky to have you. ‘

The kiss we share is gentle and poignant. We whisper I love yous and I drift off happily to sleep.

Chapter Four

‘I think I'm going to throttle her before tomorrow,' I gasp at Joe as I slam the bedroom door behind me.

‘What now?'

‘She just questioned my choice of sun block for Lucy, said it might be better for her to get a bit of colour on her pasty white British skin. Is she for real?'

‘I'm afraid she is.' Joe sighs and attempts to knot a dark blue tie. I walk over and help him. ‘She's been saying such crazy things since I was a kid.'

‘Wedding tomorrow.' I smile. ‘I just keep saying it over and over in my head like a mantra.'

‘I'm sorry she's here, Leanna. My mother would stress out a bloody saint.'

‘Ha,' I finish fastening his tie and run my hands down his shoulders. ‘Don't worry about it. She's already said I won't be seeing her again once she gets back to America because, what was it? Oh yes, she hates Britain and I'm too poor and unstylish to ever make it out to Las Vegas.'

‘She'll be gone soon,' he says, kissing me gently, ‘then we can relax.'

I nod and smile. ‘Anyway, forget her. How are you doing? Ready for the big interview?'

‘In your words, I'm ready as I'll ever be. Damn, I hope I remember how to do all this. It's a long time since I've had to charm someone who wasn't you or a gorgeous year-old baby.'

‘You'll be fine, love.' I wipe some imaginary dirt from his shoulders. ‘I am so confident in you and your charm. You'll blow him away.'

‘Well, I just keep thinking he did invite me especially to apply for the job, so that's got to be encouraging.'

‘Exactly. Damn, you look so hot in this suit. I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you tomorrow.'

‘I can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and then to get you out of it.'

He smirks and catches me round the waist.

‘Perv.' I laugh.

‘That's why you're marrying me.' He kisses me, taking my breath away.

‘One of the many reasons.' I gasp. ‘Anyway, come on, you need to get going and I don't want to leave my daughter with your mum alone for another minute.'

‘Go on.' He sighs. ‘I can wait till tomorrow. You're really going to get it tomorrow night, though, Leanna. I hope you're ready for being fucked like a married woman.'

‘I can't wait.' I gulp back the rising passion inside me. ‘I really can't wait.'

I reluctantly leave the bedroom and head downstairs once more. I walk into the living room and neither Joe's mum nor her granddaughter are in there. I hear running water and walk into the kitchen to find Beverly running my daughter's arms under the tap.

‘What do you think you're doing?' I snap.

‘Oh, Leanna, I was just washing off some of that sun lotion gunk. It was making Lucy's skin look all shiny.'

‘What? Give Lucy to me.'

‘I've not finished … '

‘I don't bloody care.' I snatch Lucy from her arms and carry her over to the rack of tea towels. I use one to dry her off. She giggles.

‘Now we'll have to put some more lotion on, won't we?' I smile at her. ‘Don't want you getting burned out there.'

‘All that greasy stuff is going to ruin her complexion.'

‘Oh, shut up, Beverly. She's a baby, her skin needs protecting.'

‘Don't talk to me like that, you silly young girl. You and my son don't know how to be parents.'

‘I know exactly how to take care of my baby! And Joe is an amazing father to Lucy,' I snap.

‘He's not her real dad, though.'

‘Says who? He feeds her, cleans her, loves her and that makes him a real dad in my book.'

Joe's mum shrugs dismissively.

‘Well, you have no room to talk!' I'm in full flow now and no one is going to stop me. ‘You've well and truly screwed your son up.'

‘Ha.' She looks down her nose at me. ‘No, darling, he did that all himself.'

‘No, no, you selfish cow, you did it. You ignored him, you passed him from pillar to post and all you succeeded in doing was teaching him money was more important than love. It's taken him a long time to find out you were wrong.'

‘Oh, you idiot, of course I am not wrong. Money makes the world go round.'

‘No, Mom.' Joe walks in and smiles at me. No, it doesn't.'

‘Pfft, I always knew you were stupid.'

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. What decorum I had went out of the window.

‘Hold her.' I thrust Lucy into Joe's arms. ‘And cover her ears.'

‘Leanna, don't …'

I don't listen to another word.

‘Right, that's bloody it now. You've insulted me, you've insulted my daughter and my husband-to-be. No one does that.
You
are stupid Beverly, you are so fucking stupid that you just don't know when to shut that huge, flapping trap of yours. You are lonely, you are bitter, and you are completely incapable of civil interaction. I pity you, you wicked witch, because after tomorrow you will never see your son or your granddaughter again. You'll grow even older, the wrinkles of bitterness will be etched on your brow and you will die alone, completely alone. Your stupid money won't care for you in your old age, wipe your chin when you dribble or comfort you when you realise the futility of your last days on earth. You will know then on your deathbed that you were wrong and you'll wish you'd treated us better.'

For a moment we are all silent and then her hand whips out and connects with my cheek.

‘Don't you dare.' Joe darts out a hand and stills his mother's. In doing so he knocks the dining table and Lucy's blackcurrant juice spills everywhere.

‘Oh no!' I gasp. ‘Your trousers.'

‘Damn it, damn it,' Joe mutters. I grab a wet cloth and try to dab the strain away while Joe grabs tea towels to clear up the mess on the table.

‘It's not coming out; I'm going to have to soak them.'

‘Great.' Joe thrusts Lucy into my arms. ‘Brilliant. I'm going to have to go to my interview looking like a tramp.' He strips off his trousers and passes them to me.

‘Thank you once again, Mother, for ruining my life. You're a selfish old thing and I do not want to see you here in my house when I get home.'

Beverly starts to speak but barely gets a syllable out before Joe interrupts.

‘No, I don't care where you go. You will get out of my house and my life and I will never see you ever, ever again. My family and I will live a happy, fulfilled life without you. Now I'm going to get some clean, mis-matched trousers so I can get to my interview. Just because you're trying your damnedest to make my life a living hell I'm doing all I can to make it work. And I need to get a job to support my gorgeous wife-to-be and my Lucy. Goodbye, Mother.'

I sit Lucy down in her high chair and gave her some rice cakes to keep her occupied while I fill the sink and place his trousers in the cold water to soak.

‘You heard him,' I say, my back turned to Beverly, ‘you better get your things together and go.' My voice is cold and level. I'm worried about Joe. I think that a boss will see past something as simple as a not quite matching suit but I am no authority in such matters. I've never heard Joe so angry before. I want to go after him, to soothe him but I know that wouldn't be wise. I'm lost in my own thoughts and worries, the least of which turns out to be the stubborn blackcurrant stain in part of the wedding suit when I hear sobbing from behind me.

It's not Lucy. I look round and Beverly has her hands up to her face and she's crying. Really crying. I sigh, shake my head and put the kettle on. I'm so British, it's untrue.

‘Go, sit in the living room, Beverly, I'll bring you a cup of tea.'

She doesn't move. She cries all the harder.

‘You brought this on yourself,' I continue, determined not to crumble even though I hate to see a person so upset. Even a person who just accused me and my husband-to-be of being terrible parents. The phone rings, so I pick up Lucy and rush to answer it. I'm not leaving her alone in the same room with that woman, especially when she's sobbing fit to burst.

‘Hiya, love. Are you all right? It's ten and I thought you were coming over for ten.'

‘Oh Mum, I'm sorry, we're running a bit behind. We've had a bit of a situation and now Joe's suit pants are soaking in the sink, he's wearing mis-matched trousers and my future mother-in-law is sobbing her eyes out in my kitchen.'

‘Oh, right. I'll be round in ten minutes. I'll take Lucy. You sort out the in-law.'

‘Thanks, Mum.'

I thank God once more for a mother who knows instinctively what's the best thing to do. I rub a little more sun cream on to Lucy and put her sun hat on. I sit her down in front of the telly and some brightly coloured cartoon that captures her attention and go to check on Beverly. She's still sobbing.

I put a hand on her arm and manoeuvre her over to the table. I pour out the drinks, wondering if I should crack open the brandy. I sure could do with a shot in my tea but it's not even lunch time so I decide against it. I put the brew in front of my sniffling in-law and race through the house to open the front door when the doorbell rings.

‘Oh Mum, I love you,' I blurt when I open the door.

‘I love you too, you daft sod.' She laughs and accepts my hug. ‘Now, let me take our Luce and you can sort out the sobbing woman. I'm not good with tears.'

‘Joe threw her out,' I explain as I pack Lucy's baby bag with the many essentials a toddler needs. ‘I don't think she has anywhere to go. I think that might be why she's hysterical right now.'

‘She can stay with me,' Mum says, ‘if you get her to stop blubbing. I can't do with grown women crying. I have the spare room.'

‘Are you sure, Mum?'

‘Positive, you sort things out with her now, all right. Ring me when you've worked out what's happening.'

‘Thanks, Mum.' I manage to smile. ‘Thanks so much.'

I kiss Lucy and Mum at the door then reluctantly move back to the wreck of a woman in my kitchen. She's not touched her drink and her head is in her hands. I walk over to the table and sit down. I sip my hot brew and take a deep breath.

‘Beverly, my mum has offered you a room at her house for tonight, so you'll have somewhere to stay.'

‘I don‘t care about that,' she snaps and the sympathy I'd been building up dissipated.

‘Oh, right. Well then, you can go pack your bags and just go.'

She sobs again.

‘Look, Beverly, you've got to live with the consequences of your actions. You can't expect your son to put up with you being such a bitch to him and us, his family.'

‘I've always tried to do my best.' She looks up at me, her eyes rimmed red and watery with tears. ‘But it's never been good enough for him.'

‘Look, please don't try and turn this around and blame Joe. Please, you've got to be above that. Joe's a good man, a really good man. It's just a pity you've never been able to see that.'

‘But Leanna, I know that. He's the best. I've always been proud of him.'

‘Pardon?' I can't believe what I'm hearing. The poor woman's delusional. ‘You've done nothing but put him down since you arrived and I hear that's nothing new. Joe doesn't think you've ever been proud of him.'

‘I always have been, always.' She sobs again and I pass her a tissue from the box on the sideboard.

‘I'm sorry, Beverly, but you have a funny way of showing it.'

‘I know, I screwed up. I am screwed up. I don't know how to look after kids. Look at the mess I made of bringing up my own. I'm useless, I really am. I'm a waste of space. That's why I always pushed him. I pushed him away to protect him.'

‘Beverly, he's your son.'

‘And I'm a screw-up. I can't do anything right. I don't know how to love. I pushed him away for his own good.'

‘Now that's screwed up.' I sigh.

‘Tell me about it.' She laughs, bitterly. ‘But it's worked. I know he's between jobs right now but he's a successful businessman and he's marrying a lovely young lady and starting a family. He's got it all. So it's worked. I should have stayed away, I should have, but I just wanted to see him on the happiest day of his life. I wanted to be part of it even if   even though I'm incapable of making him happy myself.'

‘Oh, Beverly.' I could feel tears in my own eyes, so touched was I by her sadness. ‘It's no good cutting off your nose to spite your face.'

‘Pardon?' She looks confused.

‘It's a British saying. It means that it's no point doing something stupid just to prove your point. By pushing Joe away you've proved you're a bad mum, but if you'd tried to nurture him, to pull him close you would have proved to him that you're a good mum.

‘No, I'd have screwed him up if I'd have done that. I don't know how to do it. Look at how many husbands and boyfriends I've had. If I knew how to love, would I keep skipping from one lover to the next?'

‘Love isn't that simple. Joe loves you, you're his mum. He'll always love you. Every time you reject his affection you make him feel terrible inside. Now, if you love him and tell him so and show him so even when you make a mistake, because we all make mistakes, he'll know that you love him and he'll forgive you because of that. ‘

‘Really?' she asks, a light in her eyes. ‘Do you think he can forgive me now?'

‘I can't say.' I shake my head. ‘He's had a lifetime of distrusting you, of feeling abandoned by you. I don't know how easy it is to fix that but I think if you told him what you've told me, it could be the start of mending your relationship.'

‘I'd like that.' Beverly sips from the cup of tea before her. ‘I am getting old and I am lonely. I don't want to die knowing my son hates me.'