Lily: I love you <3
Michael: I love you too, but that doesn’t answer my question Lily chuckled. She could see him typing into his phone with purpose, ready to leap into action if she was uncomfortable in the slightest. Her heart swelled with joy and she felt like she was going to burst from the love she had for him. Excitement coursed through her veins as she thought about the day ahead of her. Placing one hand on her stomach, over the growing love inside her, Lily typed her reply.
Lily: I feel wonderful and can’t wait to become your wife Michael: You bring me to my knees The phone buzzed with an urgency she was positive Michael was feeling. She burst out laughing with the dirty thoughts that Michael’s statement brought to mind.
Lily: I will later :-) Michael: You have me hard as rock Moaning to herself she fidgeted around in the chair, trying to ease the ache, which hadn’t fully disappeared since the shower. She needed him and didn’t know how she’d get through the wedding. He drove her crazy.
Lily: NO touching cock – that’s mine As she typed the message a soft knock sounded at the door. Oh, no. That better not be him, she thought to herself as she walked to the bedroom door and swung it open. Standing in the hallway was Pippa, Michael’s mom, and Sebastian who was carrying a tray of food. The smell of fresh coffee drifted to her and she smiled in appreciation as Sebastian carried the tray to the coffee table setting it down. With his task done, he settled into the only comfortable chair in the large room; a huge, sexy grin spread across his face.
“Sebastian. You weren’t raised in a barn. Let Lily sit down.”
He winked at Lily. “Yes, ma’am.” Standing up he took hold of Lily’s arm and guided her into the seat with suppressed laughter lighting his eyes.
Pippa dragged the chair from in front of the dressing table to sit with Lily while Sebastian went and lay down on the bed.
Having momentarily forgotten about her last message to Michael, Lily glanced at her phone still clutched in her hands to check if he’d replied.
Michael: The tip’s weeping with want of you Still looking at the phone, Lily blushed a lovely shade of red only to glance up when Sebastian roared with laughter.
“Some message,” he smirked.
“Sebastian, don’t you have something better to do than embarrass Lily?” Pippa questioned, not quite managing to hide the amusement in her voice.
Sebastian was handsome with perfect features. His raven-black hair fell onto his forehead and was the perfect contrast to the suntanned skin on his square jaw lightly dusted with yesterday’s growth. His dark eyes flashed with amusement; his long eyelashes and high cheekbones the envy of any girl. He moved from his spot on the bed, his tight body moving with the fluidity of a panther with sleek, well define muscles. He was breathtaking, but despite his raw, animal appeal, he had nothing on Michael.
“I’m not the one who embarrassed Lily, but I’ll leave you two ladies alone and go and find Michael,” Sebastian announced. About to close the door behind him he popped his head back in and looked at Lily. “Don’t forget to reply to Michael,” he said seriously.
Lily blushed even more as his mom shooed him away, but she could hear his laughter echoing down the hall, even through the closed door.
Chapter 3
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After his text message to Lily it had taken sometime for Michael to leave his room with thanks to the hardness in his jeans.
Presentable once again, Michael had made his way to the kitchen to eat breakfast with his dad and brothers while his mom had gone upstairs to be with Lily.
His dad had been quiet and brooding, which wasn’t exactly unheard of as his father was known as ‘a man of few words’. When he’d finished his breakfast, he’d cleared his throat and told Michael how proud he was of the man Michael had become and that he looked forward to welcoming Lily into the McKenzie family. After his words he’d made a quick exit leaving his sons in the kitchen shocked.
That of course had been about four hours ago before he’d taken another shower and dressed in his dark grey morning suit with a lilac cravat, to match Sylvia’s bridesmaid dress, or so Lily had told him.
He was wearing a lilac and silver waistcoat on top of a crisp white shirt. His mom had insisted she press his trousers again because she’d caught a wrinkle on the front, much to his amusement.
It had brought back childhood memories of being dressed in neatly pressed clothes for church, and having his dad glaring at him and his brothers, who had been made to sit in a line on the two sofas in the lounge, while waiting for their mom to come downstairs so that they could leave. No one had dared move with their father being on guard.