you’re the first and only woman I’ve ever loved and I won’t cheat on you, I couldn’t.” He kissed her neck and her arms went around him. “Tell me you love me too.”
“I love you Mikey,” she breathed as he pressed her back into the pillows and pushed her nightgown up to her waist.
He ran his fingers up her left leg, starting at her ankle and slowly travelling all the way up to her thigh, which never failed to get her going. He gave her a long, deep kiss, full of reassurance and love. “You’re my girl Amber, no one else.”
She smiled up at him from the pillow, her cloud of red curls fanning out around her face, the light from the lamp turning her creamy skin caramel and making her eyes sparkle. “I know.”
As his hand slid between her thighs there was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Amber, I’ve just had a really horrible dream about your dad,” called Joyce.
“Just wait there,” Amber called back, pushing Mikey off her. “I’m coming.”
“Or not,” sighed Mikey.
“Sssh, she’ll hear you,” whispered Amber, sliding her nightgown back down. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her robe then bent over to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll get her settled with some hot chocolate then we can pick up where we left off.”
When she’d gone Mikey stripped off and clambered into bed, horny and expectantly awaiting his wife’s return.
By the time she came back two hours later he was fast asleep.
Joel Starklaw was seriously fucked off. Mikey and Jez had done him and his little brother over good and proper with the help of the fucking traitor Dane Black who, it turned out, was in bed with the Maguires. He’d kept that bloody quiet. The beating he’d been given had made him furious, he’d not ordered any attack on Jez. Why would he? Ollie had sworn he hadn’t done it. He might be a little scrote but Joel could always tell when he was lying and he’d been telling the God’s honest truth in that nightclub. So, if it hadn’t been Ollie then who had attacked Jez? None of his men, he was certain of that. That meant it was someone who wanted to set him up and it had worked. Only problem was he couldn’t figure out who was responsible. Thanks to Ollie’s antics they’d pissed off a lot of people, so the suspect list was huge. Now he was stuck in a hospital bed with sod all to do all day except look at the nurses, who were a bit fucking butch.
“Who the frig are you?” he scowled when a big man with blond hair sat down next to his bed.
“Take it easy, I’m here as a friend.”
“Piss off you cockney wanker.”
“I’m not a cockney, I’m from Essex actually.”
Joel could spot a gangster when he saw one and this man screamed dodgy . “You’ve strayed a bit far from home,” said Joel, injecting menace into his tone.
“I’ve come all this way to see you so shut up and listen or I might have to upgrade you to Intensive Care.” His dark brown eyes were as hard as flint.
“Get on with it then, I haven’t got all day.”
The man smiled. “I like your nerve. If you’d shut it for a fucking second I might be able to get down to business.”
Now he had Joel’s attention. “Business?”
“I know Mikey Maguire and Jez Law put you and your brother in here.”
“How did you find that out?”
“I have my sources. How would you like some payback?”
Joel was instantly suspicious. This man could have been sent by the Maguires to test him, so he refused to commit to an answer.
“Wise man,” smiled the stranger, “but I’m not here on their behalf, I’m here for mine. I have specialised business interests down south and I’m looking to expand up here and certain people in Manchester are standing in my way. I need some help shifting them and when I do I’ll need someone up here who can help keep an eye on things, someone I can trust. Do you think that’s something you might be interested in?”
This prick was giving him a shot at taking down the Maguires,
“I love you Mikey,” she breathed as he pressed her back into the pillows and pushed her nightgown up to her waist.
He ran his fingers up her left leg, starting at her ankle and slowly travelling all the way up to her thigh, which never failed to get her going. He gave her a long, deep kiss, full of reassurance and love. “You’re my girl Amber, no one else.”
She smiled up at him from the pillow, her cloud of red curls fanning out around her face, the light from the lamp turning her creamy skin caramel and making her eyes sparkle. “I know.”
As his hand slid between her thighs there was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Amber, I’ve just had a really horrible dream about your dad,” called Joyce.
“Just wait there,” Amber called back, pushing Mikey off her. “I’m coming.”
“Or not,” sighed Mikey.
“Sssh, she’ll hear you,” whispered Amber, sliding her nightgown back down. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her robe then bent over to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll get her settled with some hot chocolate then we can pick up where we left off.”
When she’d gone Mikey stripped off and clambered into bed, horny and expectantly awaiting his wife’s return.
By the time she came back two hours later he was fast asleep.
Joel Starklaw was seriously fucked off. Mikey and Jez had done him and his little brother over good and proper with the help of the fucking traitor Dane Black who, it turned out, was in bed with the Maguires. He’d kept that bloody quiet. The beating he’d been given had made him furious, he’d not ordered any attack on Jez. Why would he? Ollie had sworn he hadn’t done it. He might be a little scrote but Joel could always tell when he was lying and he’d been telling the God’s honest truth in that nightclub. So, if it hadn’t been Ollie then who had attacked Jez? None of his men, he was certain of that. That meant it was someone who wanted to set him up and it had worked. Only problem was he couldn’t figure out who was responsible. Thanks to Ollie’s antics they’d pissed off a lot of people, so the suspect list was huge. Now he was stuck in a hospital bed with sod all to do all day except look at the nurses, who were a bit fucking butch.
“Who the frig are you?” he scowled when a big man with blond hair sat down next to his bed.
“Take it easy, I’m here as a friend.”
“Piss off you cockney wanker.”
“I’m not a cockney, I’m from Essex actually.”
Joel could spot a gangster when he saw one and this man screamed dodgy . “You’ve strayed a bit far from home,” said Joel, injecting menace into his tone.
“I’ve come all this way to see you so shut up and listen or I might have to upgrade you to Intensive Care.” His dark brown eyes were as hard as flint.
“Get on with it then, I haven’t got all day.”
The man smiled. “I like your nerve. If you’d shut it for a fucking second I might be able to get down to business.”
Now he had Joel’s attention. “Business?”
“I know Mikey Maguire and Jez Law put you and your brother in here.”
“How did you find that out?”
“I have my sources. How would you like some payback?”
Joel was instantly suspicious. This man could have been sent by the Maguires to test him, so he refused to commit to an answer.
“Wise man,” smiled the stranger, “but I’m not here on their behalf, I’m here for mine. I have specialised business interests down south and I’m looking to expand up here and certain people in Manchester are standing in my way. I need some help shifting them and when I do I’ll need someone up here who can help keep an eye on things, someone I can trust. Do you think that’s something you might be interested in?”
This prick was giving him a shot at taking down the Maguires,
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