Masters & Lovers Box Set One

Letting out a long breath, "Yes. It will be the three of us. Michael has been worrying about why you were so quiet when you should be excited. He's getting quite upset about it." Oh, God....

What to say....

"Charlotte... I know I am.... flawed.... Not always easy to know. And yes, I manoeuvred you into agreeing to marry Michael. I've tried hard to be.... unselfish.... about our relationship. But... I don't think I'm capable of being that unselfish. Believe me, I would never have tried to do this, to have you wedded to Michael, if I had thought, for one second, the cost would be that you and I would be separated."

I'm not sure what else to say, how to ease her fears.

I want you to be happy.

I want tomorrow to be wonderful....

.... For all of us.....

Patrolling the room, I wonder what to say, how to deal with this. Her eyes, great, green, limpid pools, follow me.

Should we do it now?

Yes...

"Listen, Charlotte. We.... I was going to leave this until after the wedding. We thought it would be more appropriate. But on reflection, perhaps now is the time. I think you need the reassurance, and to settle your nerves. And this way, both you and Michael, and for that matter, I, will be happier, and have the joy which you should be taking from this.

"Wait there...." I stab a finger at her, holding it until I am sure she will stay put, then, ignoring the consternation on her face, stride off in search of Michael.

Her voice follows me. "Master...?"

I reply back over my shoulder. "Wait. I'll be five minutes."

*****

I find Michael exactly where he said he would be, setting out place cards. He havers over the top table, a card in his hand, sucking at his lips.

"Problem?" I ask.

He startles, then, "Just deciding where to put Ben. He pretty much has to be on the top table. He's my brother after all. But he needs to be at the far end away from you, otherwise, we'll be at Defcon One before we hit the fish course. But that puts him near Aunty Edna. She'll talk him to death over the state of her health and he'll have a go at her when she hits about the third sherry."

"They sound well matched to me. Should keep them both out of trouble."

His face clears. "You're absolutely right. They can annoy each other and leave the rest of us alone." With a flourish, he sets the card on the seat at the extreme end of the top table. Then his faces changes. "Any progress on our other problem?" "Absolutely. She's worrying that tomorrow changes things and it's not the three of us anymore."

"Ahhh..." He clicks his tongue. "So sodding obvious, isn't it?"

"You took the words out of my mouth. Let's go deal with it, shall we."

"You got it on you?"

"Yup."

*****

Back in her room, Charlotte is waiting, gnawing on her knuckles....

She thinks I might be angry with her?

Not for this....

.... Never for this....

Michael shakes his head, smiles, radiating reassurance. As I take her hand, her eyes pass between the two of us....

Do this right....

It's a special occasion....

.... As special as it gets....

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I lift her hand to my lips, kissing the fingers. "Charlotte, tomorrow, you will be walking down the aisle to meet Michael. I'll be with him, his Best Man, and he will put his ring on your finger. But for now.... Reaching into my pocket, I take out what nestles there.

Her eyes widen, luminous with tears as I lean in to kiss her and slip the band of red gold, red as the gleam of her hair, on to her finger. It sits beside the two she already wears, one of white and yellow gold, one of red and yellow gold, her love gifts from myself and Michael, and our original promise to her of what was to come.

I kiss her again, on the lips, and then on the fingers, to seal the promise again. She doesn't speak as I pass her hand to Michael. In his turn, he too kisses her fingers and the rings. Then, his mouth opening over hers, he pulls her face to his. One hand entwined in her hair, the other around her waist, he locks his hold on her as she curves to meet him, her lips parting under his.

After a long moment, Michael steps back, but cradles her face in his hands, holds her eyes with his. "Nothing is going to change," he says. "I promise you. I would never do that. You, me, James...." His glance strays to mine briefly....".... the three of us all know... I hope that we all know.... that what happens tomorrow is only in the eyes of the law, and the outside world. In here, between us, it's the three of us. You understand me?"

Her chest rising and falling, colour pinking on her pale cheeks, she nods.

"Good." Another kiss, then his hands slip to her shoulders, turning her to face me.

I take her from him, sliding fingers over the delicate lines of her cheekbones. "Charlotte?"

And now she smiles, her body relaxing against mine as I too kiss her. Her earlier rigidity has melted. Instead, her response hums from her flesh to mine. Her skin is heating, and her pupils are dark jewels in their emerald setting. Now?

I exchange a glance with Michael, who lowers his lids, nodding slightly.

Yes, now....

.... As I unbutton her blouse, Michael approaches close behind to slide it from her shoulders. A second or so more, and her bra follows, leaving our mermaid beautiful and bare-breasted as she faces me. Where?

I survey the room.... Desk, bookshelves, boxes....

We can do better than this....

"It's a good room," I say, "but not for this, I think. Shall we move to the bedroom?"

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With the air of a magician revealing how he has 'disappeared the lady', Michael snaps his fingers. "Excellent idea." He grabs her, Charlotte's eyes flinging open as he spins her, then like some latter-day caveman, slings her over his shoulder. Charlotte howling with merriment, head and hair dangling, Michael carries her out and along to the next room, the bedroom the three of us share together. Unceremoniously, he dumps her on the bed where, breasts bouncing, she flops onto the mattress, still giggling like a schoolgirl.

Perfect!

How to set a mood....

Get her laughing again....

"Thank you, Michael. Nice work, if you don't mind my saying so."

Eyes dancing, he takes a small bow. "We aim to please." Then turning back to the chortling beauty on the bed, points down. "Shoes off."

He's ahead of me, but not by much. My shaft is responding to the call, demanding freedom....

Time to prove joint ownership....

.... and with a small sigh of relief, I peel off my shirt, kicking off shoes and pants.

Charlotte's eyes dart between us, alive with excitement....

She knows what's coming.....

.... We're going to fuck you 'til you squeal....

Fumbling in her haste to unlace her trainers, she kicks them over the edge of the bed as I catch up with her, tugging at her wrists to pull her flat. Michael attends to the other end, unbuckling her belt and simply tugging away her jeans, tossing them to one side complete with panties.

As her clothes go, her perfume surges....

Oh, yes....

You're ready for us....

Sopping, I'll wager....