Page 77 of Resist
“Now, could you imagine her flying a plane …” Fred cleared his throat and dished himself up a second serving of pumpkin. “I didn’t want to hit a bird, so I swerved and landed in a park,” he said, his voice high-pitched.
“Fred Norman, if you keep that up, I won’t marry you.”
I caught the hint of a smile on Tilly’s face and smiled myself. Sandra and Fred were an unlikely couple, but then so were Lucas and I.
Releasing the tension in my hand, I massaged his cock, stroking the denim of his jeans with my fingertips, my thumb circling his crown, the surface beneath my hand growing hard.
“Lucas mentioned you were getting married next month,” I said.
“Yes …” Sandra paused then added, “At this stage.” She gave Fred a playful glare. “Everything is set apart from my dress.”
I squeezed Lucas’s cock again, my fingers firm. He choked, so I removed my hand and placed it on his back, rubbing in slow circles like he’d done for me. “You alright?” I asked with faux concern.
He nodded and coughed. “I didn’t swallow properly.”
Now, if Josh were here, I’d bet my lungs he’d have a response to that.
Pouting playfully at Lucas, I turned my attention back to Sandra. “What happened to your dress?”
“The dressmaker went bust. Luckily, I got my deposit back, but now I’ve no dress to wear.”
“You could wear a garbage bag and I’d still marry you,” Fred said.
Tilly rolled her eyes.
“I told you, darlin’, we should just wear our bowling uniforms and save some money.”
“And I told you, I’mnotgetting married in a damn bowling uniform.”
“If I may, I might know someone who could arrange another dressmaker for you.”
“Really?This close to the wedding?”
“Yes. She’s my stylist. She has many, many contacts. I’ll give her a ring later for you.”
“Thank you so much, Helena.” Sandra looked at Lucas. “I like her better than the young, fairy-types you’ve brought home in the past.”
“MUM!” Bec exclaimed. “You can’t say that.”
“Well, it’s true. Helena is mature, intelligent, successful, and beautiful. She’s perfect for my Lucas.”
I went as still as a statue.
Bec closed her eyes.
Fred served up more pumpkin.
And Tilly raised her glass.
Lucas chinked his against it and looked me straight in the eyes. “You can say that again.”
* * *
Tilly droveus back to the hotel after dinner, and as we were saying our goodbyes, Noah and Matt exited the turnstile doors.
“Where are you guys off to?” I asked.
They approached Tilly’s car. “Driving range. Wanna come?”
