Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 18

Slinging one towel around my hips, another in my hand, I head back into the bedroom. They’re together between the sheets, naked, sheened with sweat, silent.

He lies with his head pillowed on her breasts, stroking her belly.

Her eyes follow me in. “Thought I was going to wash your back?”

I scrub the towel into my wet hair. “From the sound of things, you were otherwise engaged.”

She flashes teeth, then wriggles out from under James. “Just have to do my own then.” And she too heads for the shower.

James sits up and I toss him a robe. “Michael,” he begins, “I know I’ve already said it, but thank you. There aren't many men who would have done what you did. Ensuring that I would be the father of her first. I’d always assumed it would be a lottery between us.” He shakes his head, rubbing a palm over the back of his skull. “I still can’t believe I didn’t notice what you were up to, the pair of you.”

My voice wry, “It's not as though there aren’t other options. Mouth, ass, face, tits. She was happy so long as it was you inside her.”

I take the armchair, leaning forward on my elbows. “And let’s not forget, there's not many men would have done what you did. First, share her, then give her to me.” I hover, trying to find the right words. “Let's forget what men usually do. Let's remember instead what friends do for each other.”

*****

The Present - Klempner

There’s a tap on my door. “Mr Klempner? May I have a word?”

I drop my book again. “Of course, Sutcliffe. What is it?”

Sutcliffe twists back, glancing left and right along the walkway. “I thought I should tell you… Mr Hartwell, he’s objecting to your move. He’s trying to stop it.”

“Don’t worry yourself, Sutcliffe. That’s my problem, not yours. He’ll not succeed at more than delaying matters. You just keep relaying any news.”

“I’ll do that, sir.” He turns to leave.

“Sutcliffe…”

“Sir?”

“I’ll not forget this.”

He touches his cap. “Thank you, sir.”

*****

James

My sun is shining. My skies are blue. My Jade-Eyes, my beautiful Jade-Eyes, has chosen to have my child. And my closest friend conspired to help her.

Could life be any better?

And as I look out of the window, I find the sun and blue skies are not only inside my head.

What to do with the day?

A walk? The beach? Take her to a bookshop?

In search of my Jade, I head for her room. And she’s there. “Charlotte, I…”

She spins, turning her face from me.

“Charlotte?”

What’s wrong?

Is she crying?