Martine The Beginning (Cruising to Love, The Prequel) (26 page)

 
That night, for the last time, she wore her flannel nightie.  Lucas would be gone until Thursday, and Thursday night she was staying with Penny…

 
Lucas left at seven for the airport.  Martine opened Beryl’s present.  It was a wonderful white lace nightgown, with spaghetti straps.  Alluring and beautiful, she thought.  And she smiled.  In spite of all her efforts, she would have the traditional right to wear white.  Lucas had prevailed.  Everything would be proper…

 
She was busy.  Busy with the Gallery.  Busy with last minute details for the wedding.  Busy sending out the invitations to the next Charity Opening.  Tom’s One Man Show.

 
Wednesday night, she cleaned the flat, so that everything was sparkling.  She laid one place at the table for Lucas’s last meal as a single man.  She had baked him a small chicken pie.  It was waiting for him in the fridge.  She packed her overnight bag, to take to Penny. 

 
Thursday, Tom came in for an hour mid day, and she slipped out to the lingerie shop.  This time, she was looking for white.  She found a white satin bra and matching panties, a lacy white garter belt, and gossamer silver stockings to wear with her wedding dress.

 
“These are beautiful,” the girl said to Martine as she wrapped them, “fit for a bride.”

 
“I’m getting married tomorrow,” Martine told her, smiling happily, “they are for a bride, me…”

 
Lucas had not arrived home by the time Martine locked the shop and went to Penny’s. 

But he called her at Penny
’s an hour later, and

told her he was safely home and had put the chicken pie in the oven.

 
“I miss you, darling,” he told her. “I missed you not being here to kiss me when I came home.  Tomorrow can’t come soon enough for me…”

 
“Me neither, Lucas, me neither.”

 
Later, Penny opened a small bottle of champagne.  A very expensive bottle, Pol Roger.

 
“Bertie sent this for us to have a drink,” Penny told her.

 
“Bertie?”

 
Penny nodded.  “He came up to Manchester on Tuesday for my concert and took me out after for a late dinner.  He gave me this, and said it was for us to drink tonight, you and me.  He said it was a small one because he didn’t want us to have bad heads on your wedding day.”

 
They toasted Bertie and then Lucas and then the record company and then the Gallery.

 
“Has he kissed you yet?” Martine finally asked.

 
Penny smiled.  “He kissed me after dinner on Tuesday, when he took me back to my hotel.  It was a gentle kiss, soft and gentle. Nothing like the kiss he gave me on New Years, Martine, but at least it was a kiss…”

 
“That’s how Lucas kissed me the first time,” Martine smiled at the memory.

  “
Yes, but then things heated up, and he kissed you three times more, if I remember correctly.”

 
“You remember correctly, Pen.”

 
“Well, all I got was the soft and gentle kiss,

Martine. But, by the look in his eye, well, there are more waiting, perhaps when my bodyguard isn’
t there watching.”

 
“Bodyguard?”

 
“Yes, some executive at the record company had decided I should have a bodyguard when I’m on tour.  They don’t want me to have to deal with crowds on my own, I guess.”

  Martine smiled to herself.  She knew who had ordered the bodyguard.

  The girls were up and showered by nine.  They had tea, and Martine made scrambled eggs.  Penny could hardly boil an egg, let alone scramble one.  They laughed at the bride making breakfast.

  By eleven, they were sitting side by side having both manicures and pedicures.  It was the first time Martine had ever enjoyed either.  Penny smiled.  She was so happy to have the money to pamper Martine on her wedding day. 

  She thought back to her dinner Tuesday night with Bertie. He’d skillfully drawn her out about her childhood and her dreams.  She’d told him far more that she thought she had. 

  The conversation answered questions for him that had been on his mind since the cruise. He learned exactly how close she and Martine were.  How they
’d both grown up in working class homes, with not a lot of extra money, how they’d both held down menial jobs to achieve their dreams.  The more she talked, the more thoughtful Bertie became.

  She
’d even told him about Howard, the

accountant who was transferred to Australia. 

Bertie read between the lines and surmised that Howard had been Penny’s introduction to love.  He found himself resenting the man, and shook his head at himself.  He’d never cared before, how many lovers his girlfriends had enjoyed.  He became even more thoughtful.

  Penny shook herself and brought herself back to today, Friday, Martine
’s wedding day.

  After their nails were finished, polished in a pretty pink, very soft, very bridal, they went to the hairdresser.  The poshest hair dresser in Notting Hill. 

  Everyone fawned over Penny.  Her picture had been in the Entertainment Sections of three daily newspapers that week, all praising her performance in Manchester.  They were lovely to Martine as well. After all, she was the Bride.

  The salon was very posh indeed.  They had a makeup artist.  And Penny had arranged a very special surprise.  Martine and Penny had their makeup done.

  Martine looked in the mirror.  She looked like herself, only better, she thought.  Her eyes looked huge, and her lips very luscious, very kissable, the makeup artist said.

  They went back to Penny
’s flat and Martine put on her wedding dress and the sleeveless coat with the velvet lined hood. 

  At ten minutes to four, her granddad arrived and helped the girls into his car.  

  On the dot of four, she was standing, holding onto his arm as the Wedding March started to play. 

  Penny walked down the aisle, a vision in pale blue. 

  Then Martine, on her Granddad’s arm walked down the aisle, to take Lucas’s hand, and kneel before the vicar.

  Ten minutes later, they were married. 

  Lucas Bryan Simon had taken Martha Rose as his lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold ’til death do them part. To love and to cherish, in sickness and health, for richer, for poorer.  They’d left out the
obey
bit.

  They were showered with confetti and rice.  The photographer took a delightful picture of them on the church steps, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.

  A taxi drew up, and before the crowd of thirty guests realized what had happened, Lucas had whisked his bride inside. 

  “See you at
Alfredo’s
at half past six,” he told them all, and the taxi drove off.

  Lucas carried Martine across the threshold of the flat, straight into the bedroom.

  They undressed each other with care, almost shyly, and when they were naked, Lucas picked Martine up in his arms and laid her tenderly on the bed.

  “You’re mind now, Martine. Only mine.”

  “Only yours, Lucas,” she breathed. “Please take me now…”

  “Are you wet for me, baby?” he smiled as he lay beside her. “Let me feel how wet you are?” His hand parted her legs, and he lowered his mouth to her core.  His tongue licked the length of her sex, and he smiled up at her. “Oh, baby,

you are very, very wet for me. I think you’re

ready for this…”

  His body moved up to cover her, and she felt his hardness at her opening, and then he was entering her, finally. Slowly, slowly, gently, he

took her, entering so slowly, giving her time to relax and stretch to accommodate his thickness. When his cock reached that barrier he kissed her and his tongue thrust into her mouth as his cock broke her maidenhead, and then he was thrusting hard and deep as she had longed for him to do, claiming her with all his maleness. His thumb found her clit as his cock filled her deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and she shattered seconds before he grunted and spilled his seed into her.

   After, she lay in his arms content.  Every movement, every caress, every kiss had shown her how much he wanted her.  She had responded with joy, and they were both totally satisfied.

  “So, Martine Langdon, was I worth waiting for?” he asked, as he zipped her wedding dress back up, and slipped on the long coat with the hood.

  “Oh, yes, my darling, oh yes.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “You were so very gentle with me…at first, and then it was so fulfilling.”

  “Wait until later, baby. The unbridled passion starts about nine…”

  Martine giggled delightedly.

  They locked the door to the flat, and lifting her skirts carefully, giggling, they walked the hundred yards to Alfredo’s. 

The End of the Prequel

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Copyright 2012

Thank you for reading Book One, the Prequel to my Cruising to Love Series. If you enjoyed Martine, Lucas and the rest of my characters, please, please write me a review. A review at Amazon.com would be most helpful, as the reviews drive the placement Amazon gives you in their pecking order. If you send me a link to your review, I’ll reward you with a free book.

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’s Adventure

Lucy
’s Love

Geoffrey
’s Girl

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