“I have absolutely no idea and since they’ve never said, I don’t presume to think so,” I replied, looking pointedly at my mum.
She laughed, and that was good to see. She reached over to take my hand. “I owe you such an apology, my darling,” she said. I frowned, confused and she continued, “For way too long I buried myself in my grief and anger over your father. I was so bitter that he chose, what I believed, was a coward’s way out. I don’t believe that now, of course, but I neglected you and I must have been awful to be around. I’m just so glad that I managed to find my way out of that depression before it damaged our relationship too much.”
I didn’t really do public displays of emotion. It made me feel uncomfortable which was why both Mother and Gabriella often forced me to. According to my delightful girlfriend, it was another one of thosesticks up my assthat I had to remove. I pushed back my chair and stood then scuttled around the table, careful not to bump into the very close neighbouring one, and gave my mother a hug.
Gabriella looked at me wide-eyed.
I laughed and asked her, “How many sticks are left to be removed?” She laughed and it was Mother’s turn to look confused.
“We’re off to the states in a couple of days, Alex has to work. Why don’t you come with us? My mom is desperate to meet you,” Gabriella said.
As much as I loved my mum, the thought of both her and Gabriella’s mum was the stuff of nightmares. We’d never get anything done because I knew both mothers would spend the entire time arranging things for us all to do.
“I’d love to,” Mother replied. “I haven’t been abroad for years. I’m sure my passport is still valid. If not, you can sort it for me darling, can’t you?”
“No, Mother, I can’t justmagicyou up a valid passport. Check when we get you home,” I replied. I glared at Gabriella who smiled so very sweetly back at me.
The meal was wonderful, and it was lovely to hear the tinkle of laughter from Gabriella. I cringed the whole time while my mother shared horror stories from my childhood. Short of bringing out a family photo album, Gabriella got to knoweverythingthere was about my upbringing.
I was very glad to not only drop Mother off home, but to find out her passport was indeed expired.
“Another time, Henry. I’m sure we’ll need to head back in another month or so, won’t we?” Gabriella said, nudging me.
“Yes. Get that renewed and we’ll book a holiday. How does that sound?” I replied.
Both Mother and Gabriella nodded enthusiastically.
Once we were back in the car, I pulled Gabriella close and nuzzled into her neck. “You deserve a spanking for your behaviour this evening, my Lady,” I said.
She pulled back to look up at me. “A spanking. Why, my Lord?”
“You made me behave like a real son and a decent human being.” I chuckled as I spoke.
“And that deserves a spanking?” she asked, purring as she spoke.
“It most certainly does.”
I kissed her deeply, biting at her tongue and giving her a taste of what was to come. I planned a night of pleasure and smiled at the secret box that had arrived from her favourite shoe store.
Except the box didn’t contain shoes.
* * *
Gabriella broke the lease on her house and moved in with me. We had decided that, although we would sell the apartment and buy a house, she could still redecorate. I thought it a total waste, but it made my lady happy so I let is pass.
For the first couple of weeks I spent more time with Mackenzie than I did in my own home. The decorators and designers were driving me nuts and for the first time, Gabriella and I argued. It was because I wasn’t showing as much interest in what fucking shade of blue the blue wall was going to be. I didn’t care for blue paint, I didn’t care which shade of blue, and when she put her hands on her hips and gave thatlook,I took action.
I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. I kissed the complaints from her mouth that the wall was still wet until she sighed and kissed me back just as hard. I unfastenend my jeans and reached inside for my cock. At the same time, she wriggled out of her panties. I pulled her skirt to her hips, grabbed one thigh and raised her leg, placing it around my waist.
I pushed into her. “I. Don’t. Care. What. Fucking. Colour. The. Wall. Is.” I grunted out each word matching my thrusts. She laughed and dug her nails into my skin.
I bit down on her shoulder and her neck. She moaned out loud, tangling my hair in her fingers.
I fucked her hard and fast. Her body scraped against the freshly painted wall, and paint smudged onto her cheek.
She came, tightening her body around mine. Muscles inside clamped, milking my cock as I joined her in release. My feet tangled in the protective material that had been laid on the floor and we heard the crash as a paint pot toppled over.
I started to laugh, and she joined in. “Baby, paint the walls whatever fucking colour you want, okay?” I whispered as I kissed her neck and released her from my grip.
