Page 56 of Everything After (Everything Trilogy)
ALFIE
Imagine Dragons belted out their drum heavy number “Believer” as Brett and I worked a circuit of equipment in my home gym. It felt great for once to work out with someone who matched my energy and not with Oscar, whose pro-football level and martial arts level of fitness wiped the floor with mine.
“Tell me to mind my own business but I couldn’t help overhearing Gibson’s comment earlier.”
“Oh, yeah. I called him about that. He wanted to ask if I’d do a duet with him to raise money for that African village he supports. He has a vision of building larger houses for multiple occupancy since the seniors are living much longer.”
“Are you doing it?”
“Absolutely. You don’t turn down the opportunity to work with a guy like Gibson.”
We fell silent, both listening to my motivational playlist and concentrating on our fitness regimes. When “Want You Back” by HAIM began, Brett interrupted again.
“I was surprised when you announced you guys were pregnant,” Brett ground out, kinda breathless as he bench pressed some weights.
“Us too,” I remarked, chuckling, even though that familiar pang of regret burst inside my chest because I hadn’t found out about the baby at the same time as Lily.
“We were talking last night, and Holly was stunned at the news… excited for you both of course, but she said that Lily had always said she wasn’t ready for kids,” Brett disclosed.
“She is now,” I said, defending my wife. “We have no choice but to be ready. As the pregnancy wasn’t planned it was a shock for sure, and if I’m honest, she’s a little nervous about the responsibilities of motherhood and being able to balance those with her band.”
“Yeah, I could see from Lennie’s reaction there may be an issue. I mean, they could have been more supportive when she announced the news yesterday.”
“Digs and Shawn appeared okay, but I think how Lennie took the news came as a blow to her. I mean, he’s always been protective of her.
Personally, I think his reaction was a wake-up call for Lily.
Everyone’s your greatest supporter until the chips are down and you do something that has the potential to piss on their parade. ”
Brett nodded. “Don’t I know that feeling,” he muttered in agreement.
I thought about digging deeper into his comment. From what I’d heard, Holly had pushed back when her daddy wanted her to marry his company’s finance director.
Brett was an amazing guy. He’d made pots of money on the stock market, but Holly’s family were oil-baron rich. Fortunately for him, Holly understood that money can’t buy love, but I guess marrying into a family of such wealth must be a tad intimidating.
I was thankful when the gym door squeaked open, and saw Delilah was there. The last thing I’d needed was to have gotten bogged down in someone else’s relationship issues when Lily and I had barely recovered from our own.
“Sorry, I woke up and I couldn’t find anyone. I-I just followed the music. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“We thought you’d gone already. Come on, we’re finished up here anyway. Let’s go find Lily, and you can get a ride back to the mainland with Holly, Brett and the dressmaker.”
“Wedding dress designer,” Brett corrected. “I called Charlotte that and Holly’s mom nearly tore me a new one.”
I laughed and slapped his back. “Buddy, you need to grow a pair and kick back, or those parents of your bride will ride your ass hard for the rest of your life.”
“I loved seeing everyone, but I’d forgotten how exhausting socializing can be at times,” Lily remarked as she slumped lazily onto the couch and stretched her hands above her head.
“Are you tired?” I asked, concerned.
“Not exactly, it’s more that my brain feels fried,” she replied.
I frowned. “If your brain is fried, then you’re tired,” I argued.
“My body doesn’t feel fatigued.” Lily lifted her legs and dropped them to the floor again, as if to show me she still had some energy.
“Are you tired?” she probed in return.
“Depends. Are you going to ask me to do something?” I hedged, smiling.
“I didn’t have anything specific in mind, I was just asking.”
“I could suggest some specifics,” I muttered playfully, wagging my eyebrows.
“Do those specifics have anything to do with sex?” she countered, smirking.
“Define sex,” I probed with a wicked glint in my eyes.
“Sex,” she said again and chuckled.
“Are we talking oral sex, penetrative sex, anal… I need to be clear on exactly what we’re discussing.”
“Discussing? You want to discuss sex?” Lily asked, laughing.
“I’d rather be participating,” I confessed with a grin.
“I bet,” she replied dryly, and bit back a naughty smile.
“You brought the subject up,” I reminded her.
“No, I didn’t,” she argued indignantly.
“Did so. You said… blah blah… anything to do with sex?”
“Hm, I did, didn’t I?”
“Do you want sex?” I asked, sounding hopeful.
“Again, that depends. Suggest what you want to do with me,” Lily challenged as she sat up, turned her attention fully on me and narrowed her gorgeous green eyes.
“Well, you’re putting me on the spot now.
Let’s see…” I mumbled, tapping my index finger against my lips.
Lily’s eyes grew dark and widened a little, her focus firmly on my mouth.
“I guess I’m more of an improvisor than I thought, because I don’t have one specific act in mind.
But… I can see a lot of wet tongue, hard clit, bare pussy lips, and maybe a finger or two. ”
Lily chuckled as she squirmed in her seat. “A finger or two?” she asked playfully.
“Or three… maybe a thumb at the back door?”
“Are you planning on hitching a ride somewhere?” she questioned, biting back a grin as she pretended to look confused.
I made the gesture of two upturned fingers poking forward and my thumb wiggling in a circular motion to imitate finger fucking and massaging a clit.
“Damn, Alfie, that’s real talent there. Can you also pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time?”
Lurching forward, I grabbed her wrists and pinned her back on the couch with her arms above her head.
“Oh, nice move, but I don’t see how your fingers and thumb can do all that work while you’re holding me down like this,” she argued, while sounding a little breathless. Her eyes glittered with humor.
“You know what? You’re right.” I scooted back, stood upright and unfastened her jeans. “Up,” I said, tapping her thighs. Digging her heels in, Lily lifted her hips, and I pulled her jeans down to her ankles.
“You might at least take them off,” she complained.
“Nah, I’m happy to keep you restricted, this way you can’t just run off.”
“At least take me up to bed,” she insisted.
“You don’t want to fuck on the couch? Everyone’s gone home,” I said, frowning.
“Everyone except for Hazel,” she reminded me.
“Since when does our sex life depend on our housekeeper?” I queried, frowning.
“Since now, if you want to get laid,” she replied. “I’d be mortified if she came in here.”
“Well in that case, I think we should take this upstairs,” I said deadpan, but bit back a grin. Standing, I scooped Lily up bridal style in my arms, with her bare ass hanging out and her jeans still crumpled around her ankles. I pressed a kiss to her temple, then I headed upstairs to our bedroom.
“I’m so glad you agreed because your wet tongue, my hard clit and all the fingers in the pie kinda thing you just taunted me with, sounds like the perfect post-party climb down. All of that… and an extra-long, cuddle and nap,” she added, smiling.
“Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled, then pecked a kiss to her neck. Lily squirmed in my arms and I smiled. “And, if you can find the energy once we get there, I’ll even allow you to suck on my dick.”
“Now you’re taking advantage,” she replied, laughing.
“Advantage? I’ll show you how much advantage I have in this situation, baby. Hang on tight because there’ll be no holds barred the minute I get you naked.”