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Chapter 13 – A New House

“I’ll just leave you two to have a think; I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready to go.” The estate agent said, leaving them stood in the upstairs study.

“What do you think, Sophie?”

“I love it; this room is amazing, especially if we can get another couple of windows put in this room. It would make a perfect studio.”

“There’s plenty of room if Steve and Jenni want to visit,” Mack said.

She nodded, “yeah and for a family.” She felt his arms surround her, his lips whispering a kiss against her neck.

“Do you want us to put an offer in for it?” She nodded, “ok, let’s go down and have a word with the agent.”

After a little negotiation an offer was placed and accepted on the property, the owner was happy that they had no chain and were paying in cash, Sophie was happy that they’d be in in a couple of weeks as it was a vacant possession, and Mack was happy that Sophie was happy.

They met up with Peter Cochrane in a coffee shop in Piccadilly. “Hi Peter,” Mack shook his hand.

“Hi, Mack. And hello, Sophie.” Peter lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back. “You know you are going to have to watch yourself, Mack. If I could just charm this little lady from off your arm …”

Sophie snatched back her hand in mock annoyance, “not a chance Peter,” she took her seat next to Mack, allowing him to take her lazily into his embrace.

“Ah, it seems that nothing could part you then.” Peter smiled at the happy couple. They smiled back before taking the opportunity to kiss each other.

“So, how’s it going with the house?” Mack asked his solicitor.

“Conveyancing have told me that everything is going through as planned, so you should be able to pick up the keys next Friday, as we anticipated. Got everything packed?”

“We’re getting there, and how about Harper and Wallace, how’s that going?”

“Well,” Peter sat up, his hands laced together in front of him, his arms resting on his knees. “We’ve heard back from their legal department, they’re not happy about Sophie walking out but have agreed that as she didn’t take anything that wasn’t technically hers then they have no problems.”

“That’s because I left them with several paintings.” Sophie suggested.

“How many, exactly?” Peter asked.

“Is it important, they’re off my back?”

“It is considering they still want to pay you what you’re due.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Sophie, it’s rightfully yours. Isn’t it Peter?” Mack asked.

“Yes, but we need to make sure it’s correct.”

“Oh, I don’t know, there was a poppy field at £2500.”

“What?” Mack asked, “how big was that?”

“Same as the one I gave you and the other one you bought.”

“I paid nowhere near that.”

“Well, that was before I made a name for myself.” She joked, “There was another larger one at £4500,” Mack’s eyebrows rose, “and two larger ones of the lavender, for I think, £7750 each.”

“And how much commission did they take, it says 15% in the contract. Is that what they took?”

“Yes, they were very precise about that.”

“Then this cheque is correct.” He passed over the cheque in full payment for the last pieces they had sold on her behalf. “They’ve written to say how sorry they are that you decided to leave them but they would be willing to take your work in the future if you wished them to.”

“Without me sucking up to their clients?”

“Completely. As your solicitor I have made sure that your wishes have been made clear to them and they realise that you would be completely free to show your work with whichever gallery you thought would do you the best justice. They have agreed to that.”

“Thank god.” She smiled, turning back to Mack and taking his hand in hers, “I’m free, at last.”

“Yes, petal. You know, Peter and I know some people that would show your work. Not sure you’d get the same kind of money as you did with those others but it would still be good, I’d guess.”

“Mack I know, but I’m not even sure if I want to carry on with that yet, I’m enjoying the design work.”

“Well, if you change your mind,” Peter put in, “a guy I know has already seen some of your work and he has assured me that your pieces will probably fetch the same kind of value with none of the ‘sucking up’.”

“Really?” Peter nodded, “these people must be mad, buying my paintings for that amount of money, it’s lucrative.”

“Precisely,” Mack agreed. “But you do what you want, Sophie. I’ll just be happy that you are, doing whatever it is you want to do.”

“Thank you,” she kissed him. “Thanks, Peter.” She looked at the cheque, £19125. “What am I going to do with this, Mack?”

“Whatever you like, it’s yours.”

“No, it’s ours. I did all of that for us, after all.”

“No, Sophie, we have enough. Put it in an account if you like and forget about it.”

She nodded, “I know what I want to do with this.”

“What?”

“It’s going to be a surprise. Oh, Peter, I don’t think we’ve invited you yet to our marriage blessing.”

“No, you haven’t. Do you want me to come?”

“Of course, we do. Its 4 weeks on Saturday. And I’d like you to come to the stag do too.” Mack said.

“When is that then?”

Mack looked over to Sophie, before looking back to Peter, “the Saturday before.”

Peter laughed, “can’t handle it the night before then?”

“Oh, no, I’m sure he could,” Sophie said, “but at least it will give him time to get back from wherever my brother decides to leave him.” Peter nodded knowingly.

.oOo.

The weeks rolled by, and finally Mack and Sophie were in their new house. It was fairly sparse of furniture as they hadn’t had much in the one bed apartment that Mack had secured previously but they’d spent their evenings before moving in, planning and plotting what they were going to have where and ordering the bits they desperately needed; her brother and his family were due to stay with them the following week after they’d moved for their respective do’s and wouldn’t be leaving until the day after their blessing.

“Can’t wait for your family to arrive,” Mack said, lying in bed waiting for Sophie to join him. She busied herself closing the curtains to the sliding window wall that led out onto the private balcony, before crossing the distance to the bed, slipping off her dressing down and crawling under the covers to meet him somewhere in the middle. Instinctively his arms went around her. “It’ll certainly give us the feel of what it will be like to have a family running around the house and garden, when the girls are up and about.”

“Mmm, we’ll probably have to take to wearing something in bed too, just for the week. V, in particular, has a nasty habit of just climbing into other people’s beds.”

“Does that mean no sex for a week?” He looked incredulous. “I don’t know if we can go that long.”

“Then we have a couple of options don’t we?”

“Which are?” He was enjoying this.

“We make up for lost time afterwards?”

“Not an option, we’ll be doing that anyway considering we’ll be having our second honeymoon.

“We could go to a hotel?”

His eyebrows furrowed, “I’m not wasting money on a hotel.”

“We make up for lost time beforehand?”

“I intend to start that right now, this is the first night in our new house and it has to be christened in the appropriate way.”

“Which is?”

“We make love in every room.” He winked at her.

“You are insatiable.” She smacked his arm. “Besides, I don’t think we’ll have enough time for that, not in one night anyway.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep going, we have all weekend, in fact we have until Tuesday. I took an extra day for us.”

“Thank god, I think I’d end up being extremely sore if we … wait, make love in 14 rooms in one night; and that’s not including the en suites, the landings, any of the stairs or hallway, or the utility room and outside storeroom.”

“14, eh? So that makes 3 1/2 a night then?”

“If you say so. Anyway, going back to what we were talking about. We could just make sure we’re doing it whilst the kids are asleep and we’re quiet.”

“I don’t think it would be possible for you to be quiet.”

“Shut up!” She nudged him in the ribs, “you’re not so quiet yourself, my love.”

“I suppose it’s something we’re going to have to get used to, especially when we have our own.”

“Yes, we’ll have to work out some kind of master plan. However, until then I intend to scream your name at the top of my voice when I’m coming and I don’t care if the whole street can hear me. I love you, Mack and I’m going to make sure everybody knows that.”

“Good to hear it, because I’ll be following suit. I love you too and I really want you.”

“How, quick and rough, or slow and smooth? Do you want to be on top or do you want me on top, what is your desire?”

“Do you know, I don’t really know?”

“Ok, I’ve got an idea,” she said, throwing back the duvet and kneeling up. She pulled her nightie over her head, her ample bosom swaying as they glided back into position. She motioned for him to move down the bed slightly and lie on his side, whilst she dispensed with the pillows as well; they were only going to get in the way otherwise. She crawled back down the bed, and once in position she laid on her side facing his half hard cock. She lent toward him, taking the end of his penis into her mouth, feeling it expand as she continued her protestation. She raised her leg, opening herself up to him as he began to explore her outer lips with his tongue, his hands on her hips.

She moaned against the end of his cock, as one of her hands held onto his shaft and slowly pumped it, the other cupped his balls and a finger tentatively stroked the area between them and the cheeks of his arse. He groaned with the pleasure, the hum he emitted vibrating against her clit as he sucked the head. She began to buck her hips, her tongue now seeking out his length and she sucked on a testicle when she reached them. His breath was ragged as she continued to suck on the bag, she was enjoying the feel of him getting harder in her mouth and of his tongue now delving inside her canal and tasting her juice.

Mack sucked away at her, it tickled but she enjoyed the sensation, he steadied her hips with his hands, his nose was inside her outer lips as he delved in deeper, smelling her raw muskiness, this in turn heightening his own arousal. Her mouth was once more around his shaft and she moved her head to take in as much as she could, sucking on him and riding her mouth over him in long languorous strokes. He was coming, he could feel it, but she’d never tasted him before, he’d never allowed her to but he didn’t want her to stop and he knew he couldn’t stop taunting her either as she was so close too. They carried on lost to the other, Sophie sensed her walls contracting and she flooded his tongue, her cries of ecstasy muffled by Mack’s penis still in her mouth, his balls were rock hard and as she tasted the first spillage, her hand went to his shaft and pumped. He came in a blinding flash, his liquid hitting the back of her throat which she instinctively swallowed as she heard him call her name out.

She let him go, her body still recovering from the shock of electricity that had bolted through her. She felt him kiss her stomach and she moved her head to look up to him. “Was that good?” He asked her, she nodded mutely, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” She croaked out.

“Coming in your mouth.”

“If I hadn’t wanted you to, I would never have left my mouth over you.” She reasoned. “Besides, it wasn’t as bad as I expected and I think with what you were doing to me at the same time my mind was a blank canvas. I couldn’t think straight.”

“No, nor could I. Thanks.”

“Yeah, thanks.” She crawled up the bed to meet him and they kissed, each delighting in tasting themselves on the other. “That was fantastic,” she said, eventually. “But I need to feel you in me.”

“You do?” She nodded, “it’s a bloody good job I keep my strength up, isn’t it?” She nodded again. “That’s good, because I want to be inside you, look.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock, it was beginning to get hard again already. “No woman has ever had this effect on me before, Sophie. This is only for you.” He kissed her again, his hands roving her body as she lay down and allowed him the access he so desired. Her own wanting increased and she was soon motioning for him to plunder her body. He pulled her on top of him, allowing her to position herself over his shaft and plunge down. “Sophie, it’s up to you, fast or slow. You decide.”

“I always prefer it fast from up here,” she said, “I love the way you watch my breasts jiggle about in front of you as you try to grab them, and then you put both of my nipples to your mouth and you swipe your tongue over them both.”

“Oh god, Sophie, let me do that now,” she lent down allowing him to catch her breasts and play with them, whilst she bucked her hips, taking him in and then releasing with long quick strokes. He raised the stakes, meeting her thrusts with his own, and his pelvis crashing against her clit as he did so. “I’m coming.” He cried out, “Sophie …”

“I’m with you, James.” She screamed, her moist passage, soaking and contracting around his cock as he spilt himself in her. She closed her eyes to the sensation.

“Are you ok?” Mack asked, an air of concern in his voice.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking about …” She pushed herself up form him and lay down in the bed on her back, staring up to the ceiling.

Mack picked up the pillows and placed them back on the bed, before picking up the duvet and pulling it over the two of them as he got back in. He wrapped it around them both and pulled her to him as he lay on his side, watching her.

“What?” He whispered, reaching up to turn off the lights. “What were you thinking about?”

She turned her head to face him, “children. I’m thinking about us having a baby again.”

“Sophie, we’ve talked about this. And I’m sure your stressing about it probably isn’t helping either.”

“Mack, I’m not stressing.”

“Yes,” he kissed her forehead, “you,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “are,” he kissed her fully on the lips. “Look, lets just enjoy this for the next few weeks, we’ve got plenty on at work with this order for Marks’, we’ve just moved and need to finish sorting out the house, we’ve got our blessing coming up and then we’re away for two weeks on the boat. When we get back we’ll start thinking about getting it checked out if you haven’t already fallen pregnant by then. Can you please stop worrying about it for the moment; it’ll probably happen easier if you just allow yourself to enjoy our rampant sexual activities rather than getting all anxious about it anyway.”

She snaked her arms around him and closed the gap, “yeah, you’re probably right, I should just relax and enjoy everything little thing you do to me, shouldn’t I?” He nodded, a wicked glint appearing in his eye. “Are you up for it again, already?”

“Yes.”

“Where do you want to try it next then, we’ve still got 13 rooms to go.”

“I know, it’s only a short excursion but that double shower in the en suite has got our name on it.” He pulled her from the bed and they quickly crossed the space to the bathroom, “after you, Mrs Mack.” He smacked her bare arse as she walked passed him into the tiled wet room. “Oh, I forget how many mirrors there were in here, should keep you amused for hours, petal.”

She turned on the spot before crawling up onto the stone surface, “sod the shower,” she ran her hands over the swell of her breasts and down to her stomach as her legs opened up anticipating his entry, “I want you here first. Then we can have that shower afterwards.”

.oOo.

They spent most of the next day shopping, having organised to take one of the lorries to Warrington in order to get some much needed furniture from Ikea. Mack stood at the cashier’s desk waiting for her to give him back his card and the extra long receipt that carried the details of their purchases. “They must bloody love us.”

“Mack, this little excursion has saved us thousands of pounds. If we’d have bought all of this from the furniture stores in Manchester they’d be the ones loving it … and probably laughing at us. Besides we’re going to have loads of fun putting all this lot together, might even be able to knock off another few rooms on that list as well,” she winked at him.

Several sales assistants helped them to pack up the back of the van and as they drove back, Sophie phoned Martin in order to enlist his help getting the furniture from the van into the house. By the time they actually got home, Martin was waiting along with Kev, Barney and a few of the other employees. Trudy had also arrived, helping Sophie out with the smaller items. “I’ll put the kettle on,” Sophie said, “several times.”

The men even helped Mack assemble the furniture under Sophie’s watchful eye, making sure that the right piece ended up in the right place. She and Trudy decided to run to the fish and chip shop to buy everyone something to eat and they all sat out in the garden after everything had been completed.

Sophie leant against Mack’s chest as he fed her some of the last remaining chips they had in their chip paper. “I remember the last time I did this, don’t you Trudy?”

“Oh yeah, we’d just moved everything out of Trencherfield hadn’t we?”

“Yes, what a bloody palaver that was.”

“What happened?” Sophie asked.

“It was just after Katherine left, I’d signed the factory into her name for a tax break and when she’d filed for divorce she’d wanted me to buy the factory from her. I refused, I was being daft and I didn’t want her to leave, I thought that by not buying her out she’d have to stay but she left anyway, gave me an ultimatum and in the end someone else bought the place and I had to start paying rent, they then put it up by 200% to get me out so that they could sell the land off and turn into homes.”

“So what did you do?”

“Peter had found a clause in the lease stating that the factory had to remain a factory, they couldn’t sell it on for the purpose they wanted. I gave them notice, Peter found us somewhere to store everything and we moved out. I was able to buy the factory back for less than what they’d paid Katherine for it.”

“Good, serves them right.”

“Now there’s the Mackintosh spirit that the first wife was missing, hey Mack?” Kev piped up.

“Yes, Kev. Mind you, she had spirit just with every other man she met rather than her husband.”

Everyone laughed, “you’re much better off now, Mack. Sophie is perfect for you.” Trudy said.

“I know,” he hugged her to him; “I’m one lucky bloke.” She looked up to him and pressed her lips to his. Some of the lads made a hacking sound and were laughing but soon stopped when Mack eyed them. “You’re only jealous.” He murmured, kissing her to within an inch of her life.

“Well I wish I got kissed like that,” Trudy looked over to Martin with a grin on her face.

“Mack, can you please stop. I’m getting evils from the wife.”

Mack pulled away from Sophie never letting her gaze go. “Trudy, I offered but you turned me down. Martin, just kiss her and get it over with. Then sod off the lot of you, I want to take my wife upstairs and make love to her.”

Sophie turned to look at everyone as they started to get up and make their way out. “Can I just say one thing?” They stopped and listened, “this unappreciative person may not have the manners to say thanks but I do. Thank you, all of you for helping us out today, without your help we would never have got anywhere.” She got up and walked towards them, she stuck out her hand to Kev, “thanks.”

Kev grabbed her hand and pulled her into a bear hug. “No, thank you. Without you being around Mack has been like a bear with a sore head but since you’ve arrived he’s been …”

“Lovesick?” Barney suggested.

“Yeah,” Mack warned Kev with his glare. “But Trudy’s right, you’re brilliant for him and you’re going to be great for the rest of us too.”

Barney continued, “we know he cares in his own way but ever since you arrived you’ve looked out for everyone and we know you’re going to make a real difference by being around and helping out.”

Trudy stepped up to her and hugged her, “I think I can honestly say we’re all agreed that you are going to be good for everyone involved in Mackintosh Linens, welcome home, Sophie.”

A tear made its way down her cheek, “thanks everyone. Its been great working with you all so far and I think I’m really going to enjoy it here, it really does feel like I’m home after your lovely welcome.” Mack joined her, wiping the tear away before walking with her to the door after ushering everyone out. “How is it possible that they’ve taken to me so readily?”

His arms were about her waist as they stood in the middle of the hall. “Because they all see what I saw in you the very first moment I clapped eyes on you. You’re wonderful, generous and have a heart of gold. It’s easy to love you, Sophie.” He picked her up in his arms, “now, I told that lot that I was going to make love to you and that is exactly what I intend to do, right now. And it’s going to be the slowest, sweetest, rollercoaster of ecstasy that we’ve enjoyed so far.”

“Promise?” She asked shyly as he began climbing the stairs.

“Oh yeah, I promise.”
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