Zack and I were seated on a round table with John and Sarah.
We all got along like a house on fire as we carried on drinking. As weddings went, it had been a belter so far.
After the speeches, the bride and groom took to the dance floor. I had been curious about their choice of song for the first dance. The music started up and it was Paul Weller’s, You do something to me.
Good choice!
Jack and Chloe smooched across the dance floor whilst everyone watched.
“I can’t wait to get you to bed, my lover,” I whispered as I ran my hand along his rock hard thigh.
“Come on, let’s have a dance first, baby.”
He hauled me up to my feet. We danced around wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in our own secret world. I started to feel aroused as he stroked the top of my arms.
“Are you horny, Jennifer?”
What do you think?
“Yes, I always am when I am close to you. You just have to talk to me and I melt!”
I giggled into his hard chest.
“You love sex, don’t you?” he whispered sensually.
A slow song, Lost without U, was playing. It was one of my favourites.
“I didn’t love it that much before you. It is so amazing with you each time and I don’t think I will ever get enough.”
“I feel the same way,” he said, pulling me closer into him.
I loved the way I felt when I was in his arms. Zack’s hard body moulded perfectly with mine. Our hearts beat steadily in time.
“I have never been happier, Zack. I love you.”
“I love you too, JB, so much,” he told me, tipping me back as we danced.
I saw Mum and Dad looking over at us. They had stupid grins plastered to their faces as they watched us.
After yet more drink and the evening buffet, we were both starting to feel pretty tired.
“Shall we sneak off and retire for the night?” he whispered.
After saying a quick goodbye to Jack and Chloe, we casually strolled outside then we bolted towards the house, laughing before anyone could ask us where we were going.
Bounding up the stairs, we both visited the bathroom and then climbed into bed. I was looking forward to some fooling around as Zack called it but when I got back from downstairs with some large glasses of water, he was spark out and I really couldn’t believe it but he was snoring.
Ha! He would be tortured about that tomorrow!
Chapter Fifty Seven
I woke up at 7am and my head was banging, my mouth felt like the carpet fitters had been in and my stomach was really queasy. My tummy popped and bubbled around.
Oh no! I was going to be sick!
I launched out of bed, leaving Zack fast asleep and hurtled down the hallway to the bathroom. I just made it to the toilet in time as I wretched until my stomach was completely empty. I stayed in the bathroom for quite a while until I felt more human again and I gingerly returned to our room.
“Where have you been? I was lonely,” Zack asked, smiling lazily at me.
“I was a bit poorly sick. How are you feeling?”
“Not great. In fact, oh shit! I’m going to be sick!” he shouted as he hurtled at speed out of the bed.
He seemed to have forgotten that he was completely naked as he ran really fast down the hallway. His impressive tackle swung freely. I followed on with some pyjama bottoms to save any embarrassment.
Zack copied me as he threw up over and over in the toilet. I stroked his hair as it clung limply to his forehead.
How the hell did he still look sexy!
“We are a right pair!” I laughed.
“Could you get me some water, please?” he croaked.
I returned a few minutes later and Zack was curled up on the floor with his eyes closed. His large frame filled the bathroom and I had to stop myself laughing at the state of him. I had never seen him with a stinking hangover. I thought being an Adonis, he would never suffer with one!
“Here put these on before someone sees you in all your glory, Zack. You will give my Mum a heart attack! You are not at Cambridge now!'” I giggled as I helped him into his bottoms.
“You are good looking after me,” he whispered.
“Shall we go back to bed for a bit?”
“Sounds like a good idea. Maybe we should go back tomorrow. I can’t face driving in this state.”
“I will ring Scarlett later.”
I smiled at him as we clambered back into bed. I gently stroked Zack’s hair as he lay on my chest.
“Your fun bags are really comfy. Did you know that?” he teased me as he lay wrapped in my arms.
“I used to hate them until I was about 21 then I thought, what the hell, if you have got it, flaunt it!”
“I am not kidding but they could win an award for most beautiful breasts. But I would obviously give the award out because I am the only one that can see them, touch them or kiss and suck them,” he announced very seriously.