Lucien
He could not take his eyes off his woman. She…what had she done to herself? She looked so young, so beautiful, so fuc*ingly gorgeous and inviting, he could feel his manhood harden. The purple dress she was wearing hugged her full breasts and he was sure he could make out her hard nipples under the cloth.
Damn, he thought, She was not wearing a f*cking bra under that!
She looked so f*cking delicious, it was all he could do to stop himself from striding across and grabbing her, dragging her away to the broom closet and taking her savagely latching his greedy mouth on those thick nipples.
Lucien fought the need to take her in his arms and kiss her, hold her, smell her fragrance, tell her how much he loved her and apologise for hurting her. And thrust himself, balls deep into her wetness, pound into her swollen wet pussy and claim her as his….
*
But he did nothing.
She stood, almost in the circle of Schwartz’s arms and he felt the familiar jealousy course through him.
“What the f*ck was Handsome James doing here?’ he thought. But he knew the answer. James Schwartz was as much his best friend and partner as he was Proserpina’s friend. She regarded him as a dear and trusted friend but he loved her as a man does a woman, of that Lucien was certain. He also trusted his friend to know that Handsome Schwartz would never try to take his Woman away from him.
*
And then Proserpina was stepping forward, a warm smile on her face as she spoke in her soft, melodious voice, the musical sound of her tone breaking into his thoughts.
“Welcome ‘ and again,
“Welcome to our family, Cole.”
It was Cole who moved first as he gave a half laugh, more like a snigger and stepping to her, he grabbed her hand, tugging her into his embrace.
“Step Mom,’ he grinned, showing his rows of crooked teeth,’ You are so …’ and to her horror, he nuzzled her neck.
It was done so quickly, that Proserpina did not have time to reflect on whether she had may have imagined it.
Proserpina flinched and stepped away as Lucien moved to her.
“Britney,’ he said hoarsely, but his eyes on his wife, trailing over Proserpina’s dress, zeroing in on her full breasts that were cupped so lovingly by the rich purple material before moving back to her face, her mouth. His laser-sharp gaze noted the fact that her breasts were fuller, and he had guessed right, she had not worn anything under the dress. Her nipples hardened under his hot gaze and he flicked a glance to her heated cheeks.
His shaft was stiff and when he spoke, it was with difficulty. He glanced around at Schwartz who had moved closer and now stood, like a knight protecting his lady, he thought derisively.
But Proserpina was gracious and she took charge of the awkward situation with ease. Pushing back her mass of mahogany tresses that shimmered in the overhead light of the chandelier, she turned to Britney, very much the Lady of the Manor.
“Ah, yes, Britney…’ she smiled pleasantly at the woman who gave her a cold look.
‘Lucien has told me about you.’
“Well now, I wonder what my lover boy here told you?’ said Britney nastily, ‘Cos you see, sugar, me and Lucien go back way long back. When he was super active in bed…’
She gave a giggle that was meant to sound secretive. Ria thought it was like a horse neighing, a most ungainly sound. Claude snorted.
“Lucien and I were very close…’ purred Britney, moving to stroke Lucien’s hard shoulder suggestively. ‘In bed,’ she mouthed, deliberately, eyes glinting at Proserpina’s discomfiture.
Proserpina glanced at Lucien, a cool look on her face as she said, shrugging her shoulders in a manner that suggested that she could not care,
“Hmm… but that was…years ago, right?’ she said dismissively, almost condescendingly and Ria stifled a giggle.
‘Mumma can affect a put-down with aplomb!’ she thought, grinning and squeezing Tara’s hand. Her sensitive younger sister was beside her and the girls were holding hands as they watched.
“Like a soap on telly,’ thought Tara, “But even better.”
Ria felt a pair of eyes on her and she glanced as though drawn by a magnet, to the door and felt her heart lurch.
Philippe stood there, tall and broad, his face in shadow as he stood in the doorway but she knew that his eyes were on her and Ria felt a warm glow. He had come to check, to see if they were all well. He adored Proserpina and he was here as much for the woman who had been like another mother for him as he was for her, Ria. She knew that instinctively and her insides clenched.
She tried to smile but her facial muscles would not oblige; she was too strung up. Luckily, she had chosen to wear something pretty as well, nothing as flamboyant as Britney the Wh*re, as Claude called her, but in her silver sequin bodycon mini dress, she was willing to bet that Phillippe would not be able to take his eyes off of her! With its sparkling silver sequin-adorned mesh, atop a light nude liner, the sexy mini outfit had a straight neckline (with hidden no-slip strips) and adjustable spaghetti straps. A fitted, darted bodice swept down a figure-flaunting silhouette that ended at a mini hem. Overall, it created a lethal effect and she knew that Phillippe had been looking at her.
Smiling to herself, she shifted her attention to her parents.
*
Lucien felt a wave of admiration as his lovely, desirable woman turned to her children, her love for them shining in her eyes.
‘These are our…’ she began, only to be cut off rudely by the woman in the frightful red outfit.
Britney clapped her hands to her cheeks and said in a high treble,
“Oh, my GAWD! I mean like, SEVEN kids!!!’ And then, slyly, “Are they ALL yours?’
And she ran a derogatory look over Proserpina’s body, as she let out a laugh like a bleat, clearly mocking Proserpina.
‘Darling, you seem to have been hell-bent on keeping her barefoot and pregnant!’ she tittered loudly, reaching for Lucien’s muscled arm.
‘So that is why she never seemed to be visible in the Club or elsewhere. Darling Lucien, always turned up alone for the fancy parties and stuff, so you could play the field with the ladies in the meantime, Ummm?’ she went on, and she made to clasp Lucien’s hard jaw, a hand moving down his chest as she murmured, ‘Naughty, naughty!’
The slow flush rose on Claude’s neck. He clenched his fists and Ria quickly grabbed his arm even as her hot-tempered brother moved forward. She noticed that Cole was enjoying the discomfiture his aunt was subjecting them to and she felt a slow rage build up in her heart.
No, she shook her head silently as her furious brother whipped around to glare at her, No. For Mumma’s sake, hold your temper.