This situation is far from ideal but there really is nothing for her to be ashamed of.
“Why don’t we keep up our own wedding tradition until later,” Mase is now saying and although I can hear hesitation from Liv he continues. “There was an unlocked linen cupboard back there.”
“I am a very happily married woman.” She giggles.
“Yeah, well, you be sure to remember that Mrs Harding,” he replies and with a final mutteredtake me to the linen cupboardfrom Liv the door closes, but not before Mase mouths to me,we need to talkwhich ironically is what my original reason for being here was, to talk.
Anita
I really wish a hole would open up and swallow me. My face is crimson with embarrassment having been discovered by Mase, but fortunately not Liv. I need to get dressed and out of here, quickly, but Dec is still pressed against me, holding me firm against the wall. God, he is still inside me! I really need to stop doing this with him.
“Dec,” I begin but he is already lifting his weight from me, removing himself from me, allowing me to move.
He passes me my pants which proves to be a little awkward. As much as I would like to use the bathroom, I want to get out more than anything else. Dec helps me to step into my dress. While I slip my arms into it Dec discards the condom and begins to redress. Once he has his trousers and shirt back on, he reaches for me to fasten my dress, then I turn to face him and can see he looks as awkward as I feel about Mase bursting in.
“Sorry,” he says. “About Mase, I should have thought to lock the door,” he adds as he picks his cravat and waistcoat up.
I nod as I watch him finish redressing and only then do I take in this room. It’s beautiful, much nicer than the room I have, not that my room isn’t lovely, but this one is something else. The bed is huge, a very grand four poster, but modern at the same time with dark wood and sparkling white linen with a pattern to the middle and towels folded into hearts. Beyond the bed there is a small balcony that looks out onto the lawns to the rear of the hotel. There is a lovely lounge area with a chaise and a couple of chairs in front of a fireplace and a bath. I have to do a double take at the bath in the main room and wonder if it is prone to flooding. My thinking is seriously skewed. The bath has a curtain thing that seems to partially separate it from the rest of the room and the bath itself is huge. Stretching for a better view I decide it might even be a whirlpool or spa bath, whatever they’re called, but whatever it’s called it blows bubbles. Looking back at the bed I realise that the linen is totally white and the pattern I thought it had earlier is actually confetti, rose petals in the shape of a bright red heart and then the penny drops.
Angrily, I reach for the door, opening it just enough to see the plaque adorning it and then slam it shut again, turning to face Dec to unleash my fury on him.
“You are fucking unbelievable! We shouldn’t have been in here at all never mind locked the door. Why do you even have a key to the honeymoon suite?”
He looks guilty, maybe not at being caught by Mase, although he looked absolutely seething when he found us in here, but Dec’s guilt seems to be in relation to where we are.
“I wanted to talk,” he says defensively, which only serves to irritate me further.
“What? And fucking me just kind of happened?” I add a heavy shake of my head.
“It’s you, I lose my mind when I’m around you and do these things,” he explains and although my heart skips a beat at those words, at the sentiment I believe he is trying to convey, I am still mad at him so refuse to acknowledge it, for now.
“So, it’s my fault that you brought me to the honeymoon suite to talk and your brother, the groom, who has married my sister caught us naked against a wall?”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” he counters. “I had a key because I had planned to leave a few surprises in here for them, later, but I needed you alone. To talk. That really was my original intention, but once we were alone…”
He looks sad and confused now and I can relate to that. I am still pissed off about Mase finding us and am sure he will give Dec a hard enough time without me adding to it so decide to cut him some slack, a little.
“I know,” I say, acknowledging that by the time we got to this room, and he looked at me there was nothing I could have done to prevent us kissing and once our lips touched, I was blinded to everything else. “It explains why this room is so bloody gorgeous,” I add and offer him a small smile.
“Mase is going to fucking kill me,” he replies with no hint of humour or jest.
I’m clearly not ready to let him off the hook completely. “Yeah. He looked really mad, and you do deserve it.”
He looks stunned at my words and then he laughs. “Your support is duly noted, although if Liv finds out that you got lucky in the honeymoon suite before her, she may not be thrilled,” he says and suddenly I am panicking that Mase might tell her. “Especially as her first sex as a married woman was in a linen cupboard instead of that luxurious looking bed, or the bath…”
“Shit! Do you think he’ll tell her?” I wonder if Liv will tell my mum and dad too, which would be beyond awkward.
Dec is grinning at my discomfort now and just watches me cringing for a few seconds before putting me out of my misery. “Cupcake, it will be fine, don’t worry. I’ll take full responsibility because it was my fault really.”
He is in front of me, and I am pressed against the wall again, his weight holding me firmly in place. If I don’t put some distance between us soon, I am going to end up naked and shagging in the honeymoon suite again and this time I know exactly where we are.
“Dec,” I whisper but am already reaching up to cup his face. “We really need to go.”
He flashes me the cheekiest of grins but fortunately nods before kissing my cheek. “We do need to talk though.”
“Not here.”
He nods again before leading me from the room.
