The Domville 2 (The Domville #2) (3 page)

Brady

I felt shattered.
I’d stayed awake most of the night to watch over her. She’d cried for nearly an
hour as I’d held her. A whole hour of my heart breaking for what I’d done to
her. For what she was potentially going to do to me. When she’d finally fallen
asleep in my arms, I hadn’t wanted to go to sleep. What if she decided not to
marry me on Saturday? It could have been the last time I ever got to hold her, to
watch her sleeping, or to wake up with her. To spend all of my free time with
her.

To spend the rest of my life with her.

I had to fight back my own tears at the thought of it. Especially when
the sun had risen and I checked the clock. Five minutes until the alarm went
off. I needed longer. I needed forever. It had been love at first sight for me,
that day I’d seen her in the college canteen. Her dark brown hair shining under
the spotlights, those reflective mocha eyes that spoke a thousand words as I’d
stared at them. Her smile was infectious and her laughter? God I loved to hear
her laugh.

I just loved everything about her.

When I’d asked her out and she’d said yes it had made me so happy. We’d
fallen into a comfortable relationship immediately. It was as if we’d been
soulmates in a previous life. Everything was so easy and natural. I felt so bad
that sexually I was disappointing her. Roger had told me I needed to fuck more
women, to get more experience, but surely eleven years of regular sex with one
woman was experience enough. If I couldn’t make her come when I was inside her
now, I doubted I ever would, unless I used some of the gadgets Roger had shown
me on some sex toy website. I wasn’t sure I could handle wearing a vibrating
cock ring every time we had sex, but by not doing it I wasn’t giving Lisa what
she needed. Maybe she was right, maybe I needed to try and be more adventurous
and spontaneous for her. We did pretty much have a routine down pat, which was
a hell of a lot better than the sex I’d had with that blonde the other week. I
couldn’t even bring myself to kiss her on the mouth. I’d felt so guilty while I
was with her, that I’d been thankful when after a few minutes she started
shaking and moaning, her eyes glazing over. Either she was super responsive or
faking it. Either way I was still the one with the problem. I kissed Lisa’s
forehead as the alarm went off and closed my eyes, inhaling her scent deeply.
Please
God, don’t let this be the last time I wake up with her
, I prayed silently.

‘Morning,’ I whispered, as she opened her eyes. I grimaced to see her
eyelids were still swollen from crying last night.

‘Morning,’ she replied, the right hand corner of her mouth lifting,
giving me one of her subdued half-smiles. I’d give anything to see her full
smile again, for those defeated brown eyes to have some life back in them.

‘Stay in bed. I’ll go and get you an ice pack for your eyes and a coffee.
Once I’m showered I’ll bring you breakfast in bed and pack while you get ready.
That’s if you’re still …’ I blew out and shrugged my shoulders, not daring to
ask any question that might force her into a decision before she was ready.

‘Sounds great,’ she nodded. ‘You’re so thoughtful.’

‘Just trying to make up for where I’m lacking in other areas, pumpkin.
I’ll never stop trying to make you happy.’ I kissed her forehead again, then
reluctantly let her go and headed to the en-suite to wash my hands and face
with cold water, to wake myself up properly. After positioning a wrapped ice
pack over her eyes, I headed down again to make her a full English, her
favourite. Sausage, crispy bacon, fried egg, mushrooms and white toast with
butter. Nothing but the best for my girl. I just hoped she’d still be my girl
come Saturday. Even better, that she’d be my wife.

We stood outside The Domville, the porters rushing forward to grab her
suitcases off me and her wedding dress, hidden from my eyes in its dust cover,
loading them up onto the gold trolley. We both sighed as we looked at each
other, not wanting to say goodbye.

‘I don’t mind you telling Mandy what I did, if it helps. Talk to her,
just promise me to consider everything before you make a decision. Even if that
means you sleeping …’ I broke off, unable to finish my sentence. I didn’t want
her to sleep with someone else, but that wasn’t my decision to make. Even if
she did, I’d have to suck it up, just like she’d done. I was pretty sure I
could forgive her anything, no matter how much it may hurt.

‘Brady, I…’ I cut her off with my fingers over her lips.

‘Don’t say anything. You’ll only be trying to make me feel better and we
both know that I won’t until I see you tomorrow and have your answer. I don’t
want you to lie to me now and say you won’t have sex with someone else to spare
my feelings. Just go, before I change my mind. We’ll deal with everything
tomorrow, ok?’ I asked, summoning every last ounce of bravery I had left in me.
It may have been hard for her to hear I’d had sex with someone else after the
event, but I was positive it was a fraction of the pain I was feeling, walking
away with the knowledge that tonight she may well do the same, when I had the
power to prevent it by refusing to leave her. But where would that leave us?
She deserved time and space to process this and she already had too little as
it was. ‘I love you, pumpkin. Never doubt that.’

‘I never would,’ she whispered against my fingers. ‘I love you too,
Brady.’

I nodded as I choked back my tears and quickly turned to jump into my
car, the engine still running. Just before I pulled away I took a quick look
back, to see her standing with her hands knotted in front of her, tears rolling
down her cheeks again. I gritted my teeth and pulled away. In twenty four hours
my life as I knew it could be over.

Fuck!

‘You fucking told her?’ Roger gasped, as our hired chauffeur for the day
headed out towards the Surrey countryside. All the key males of the wedding
party were heading to a large stately home for a Clay Pigeon Shooting day and
gourmet meal, before I headed home. Roger was staying over with me, in his
capacity as best man.

‘Lying’s not exactly a great start to a marriage,’ I reminded him, as I
avoided eye contact.

‘Neither’s fucking another woman, but she never needed to find out, you
moron. I’m amazed the wedding’s still on.’

‘I don’t think she knows if it is herself, she just needs a bit of time
and why upset all the guests and arrangements in the event that it all goes
ahead? Best we keep it under our hats until she makes her decision.’

‘Which will be when?’

‘No idea,’ I shrugged. ‘Hopefully before I’m standing at the top of the aisle
with everyone looking at me, and hopefully without her taking me up on the
offer for her to fuck someone else tonight to be sure.’

‘O you never,
Jesus
man! She’s
your
woman, you don’t give
her permission to fuck another guy.’

‘We gave each other permission,’ I shot back, turning to give him a
glare. ‘I can’t exactly take advantage of that offer myself and then refuse to
let her.’

‘Well if you’d kept bloody quiet like I told you,’ he sighed, shaking his
head in disbelief. ‘I’d have sown my oats, got it out of my system and lied,
making sure she didn’t do the same.’

‘Well you’re an arse and that’s not what I want my relationship with her
to be like.’

‘If you still have a fucking relationship.’

‘Don’t remind me,’ I groaned, rubbing my hands over my eyes. ‘I’ve got to
believe that eleven years means something. That our love and friendship is more
important than a damn orgasm during sex. I’ll order bloody toys, I’ll even try
that cock ring you recommended. I’ll try new things, anything, as long as I get
to keep her. She’s the love of my life, I can’t lose her now. I just can’t.’

‘If you can get over her fucking another guy, I think you’ll be fine. I
mean, you’re Brady and Lisa. You’ve been together for ever. Everyone who knows
you says you’re the perfect couple and it’s not you, I think she’s frigid or
something.’

‘What?’ I uttered, dropping my hands to look at him. ‘Why the hell would you
say something like that?’

‘That bird you fucked the other week, she only fucked Toady a few hours
after you. She joined me at the hotel bar for a drink as she was leaving and
said his cock was smaller than yours and he didn’t make her come half as hard.
It’s not you, mate. I’m telling you. You picked yourself a woman with fucking
issues in the climax department. I’ve seen your cock and it’s pretty decent.’

‘You’ve seen my cock? When the hell have you seen my cock?’

‘O please, like you never check out other guys when you’re taking a
leak?’

‘No,’ I replied forcefully.

‘Well I do, like to see what competition I have and you stack up pretty
well, nearly put me to shame. With that monster and the tips I’ve given you,
she should be coming like a bloody geyser every time you shove that in her
snatch.’

‘You’re so bloody crude. How the hell did I get lumbered with you as a
best friend?’ I scowled, elbowing him in the ribs.

‘Well it was either me or Toady, and I wouldn’t fuck your sloppy seconds,’
he grinned, making me laugh.

‘You really think it’s Lisa with the problem, not me?’ I asked, turning
serious again.

‘Well I know you’re not into being dominant and in control sexually,
which I’m telling you most chicks secretly love, but even with “love making”’
he air quoted, pretending to gag as he said the word, ‘if she’s not coming, I
think it’s down to her, not you.’

‘We have a forty minute drive ahead of us, Yoda. Enlighten me on some
basic domination tips for in the bedroom then, just in case.’

‘Well first off, check your seat belt’s securely fastened for this, as
this bit of information is defcon one turbulence and will give you one hell of
a mind fuck,’ he nodded as he mimed a drum roll on his thighs. I twisted in my
seat to face him properly, eager for anything that could help if Lisa and I
made it through this. ‘Sex doesn’t have to take place in the bedroom.’ His
hands flew to his mouth as he gasped, his eyes twinkling with laughter as I
shoved his shoulder.

‘You’re such an arse,’ I chuckled.

‘And you’re not taking this lesson seriously. Women want a
man
sexually, not a gentle pussy who only does it after mutual consent, once an
agreeable time has been achieved and they proceed calmly to the bedroom before
undressing themselves and assuming missionary position. Right, get your iPhone
out, you’re going to need to take notes.’

‘I don’t need to take physical notes, I’m a lawyer, I’ve got a bloody
brain thank you.’

‘Well you obviously aren’t using it properly, along with that cock of
yours. Seriously, a todger like that should have women around the country howling
and setting off earthquakes. How can I put this in a way that you’ll
understand? Ok, your cock is a Maserati, highly desirable with shit loads of
horsepower behind it. Take that baby for a spin and you’d have everyone
screaming for joy, but it’s like you’re looking down at it and only seeing a
fucking bicycle. It’s got some kind of bloody
Harry Potter
magical cloaking
device so you haven’t seen its true potential. In your mind you’ve only got
pedal power, when in reality you’re a racing champion. Until you see your cock
as a Maserati it’s a complete waste of fucking power and motion. What woman
would choose a ride on a bike over a Maserati?’

‘My cock’s a Maserati. Ok,’ I sighed, grabbing my iPhone and sliding it open.
‘Hit me with your pearls of sexual wisdom.’

‘See you’re still thinking small. These aren’t pearls, they’re fucking
meteorites.’