“Why are you hugging Charlie?” Anya calls. “Are you boyfriends now?”

Teddy looks up with interest.

Misha smiles. “We are.”

The girls stare at us. “Cool,” Anya says before turning back to her phone. Teddy nods kindly at us and goes back to her book.

“Do you know what all this is telling me, Charlie?” Misha says.

“That no one is interested in our lives?”

He shakes his head. “No. It’s telling me that at least in this tiny corner of London no one has been betting on our relationship.”

“Speak for yourself,” his mum scoffs. “I’ve had a bet with Sam, Aidan, and Kate since you were thirteen.”

“Oh my God,” I say faintly.

She hugs me. “I’m so happy,” she whispers into my ear. “So happy.”

“Why?”

“Because no one knows him like you, Charlie.” She swallows. “No one will ever care for him like you. I know he’s safe with you.”

“He is.”

“And you’re safe with him. It’s perfect.” She turns to Misha. “Don’t fuck this up, Misha Lebedinsky.”

“Me?” he says indignantly. “Why would I fuck it up?”

She arches her eyebrows. “Because Charlie is the loveliest man you’ll ever meet. You won’t find anyone like him ever again. He’s also immeasurably better tempered than you.”

Misha shakes his head. “Shows what you know,” he says.

“I am better tempered,” I protest.

He pats my cheek. “Course you are, dear. Course you are.”

Jackie laughs. “Oh, this is so brilliant. We’re going to have so much fun. The girls and I will show you our outfits and then we can see the two of you in your suits.” She leans closer. “They’re serving champagne.”

Misha watches as a sales assistant wheels over a huge rack of clothing. “Oh, what a wonderful Saturday morning,” he says sourly. “That champagne had better be in a Nebuchadnezzar. It’s the only way I’ll get through this.”

“Drama queen,” I say affectionately and let him draw me into his family.

Chapter Fifteen

Charlie

I crouch over Misha, panting and riding his cock hard. I can already feel the tell-tale tingle in my balls, and I lean back, clutching his thighs and feeling my hair hit the sweaty skin on my back. “Oh God,” I groan.

I spread my legs wide and strong hands grip my hips, guiding the fast and dirty grind I’ve instigated. Misha grunts as I squeeze my muscles tight around his cock. “Fuck,” he mutters and gives a low stuttered groan as his cock jerks inside me. I watch his face contort, his mouth open as he pants through his climax, and then I close my eyes as he grabs my dick in his big hand, and I spurt over his fingers.

For a long few minutes, the room is silent as we lie panting and occasionally groaning as aftershocks hit us, and then I grab the base of his cock, securing the condom as I lever off him.