Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 7 (of 7)

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"Sandy," I chuckled. "You're so naughty. And on their wedding night.

"It's still MY wedding night, and tonight I wanted to be the woman. Why should Becky have all the fun?"

I eased myself into Mark's body enjoying the confined fit. The shirt I was wearing was damp and tight, as was the waistcoat. I took a deep breath stretching my arms above my head. With a grunt, I sat up on the bed. "Hello gorgeous, did you miss me?" I whispered in Mark's voice. Piece by piece I slowly started to undress beginning with my tie pulling it free of the collar and swinging it around my head. Next the waistcoat, shirt, and then my pants. I stood there in just my white underwear, turning in a circle. "This is what you signed up for, this is it!" I looked down, and then back at Becky. "Have you been working out? Mark's got a lot more definition," I flexed an arm, "yeah, definitely."

Becky smiled at me, "I made him sweat, making him hot for the wedding."

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down. "Should the married couple christen the suite?"

"I think they should," she smirked.
I held out my hand, and Becky took it. I reeled her in, hugging her closely and kissing her time and time again. Wrapping an arm around her waist I easily lifted over to the bed laying her gently on the silk sheets. I laid next to her, looking into her bright eyes, knowing it was really Sandy in control. Leaning in I kissed her again, manoeuvring myself on top of her. She kissed me and sucked on my lip as I slowly eased my hardening dick inside her. This wasn't their first time, but from Mark's perspective it felt special--different, and he hoped Becky felt the same.

We spent hours rediscovering our love for each other, finally relaxing in each others arms. "They really love each other don't they Sandy," I said in a whisper.

"Yes," she looked at me and bit her lip. "I've never really been able to make a connection to anyone before--but I think I love you Daniel," she replied under her breath.

I kissed her again and got to my feet. "Let's start again," I sat in a chair and pulled out of Mark. In the full length mirror I looked at the tall muscular teenager, the identity I'd stolen back in Majorca. Everyone I knew said he'd changed--grown up since taking the holiday, in some ways it was true of course. I owed so much to Sandy, Daniel to start with, but also what we shared. She'd taught me a lot and I think--no, I knew I loved her as well.

Becky walked over and gently caressed my cheek, resting a hand on my chest. "You're a cute guy Daniel, but I'm a married woman," she whispered. She sat on Mark's lap, held his head and kissed him. "This is the man for me," she added and then Sandy pulled out leaving the unconscious Becky nestled against Mark. "I on the other hand, I have only you on my mind," she added breathlessly. Taking my hand she led me back to the bed. "Half an hour, that's all we've got. Lets make it count."

The short time we had together was wrapped up in rapturous, animalistic sex. After which I felt closer than ever to Sandy. "Well, I think we should," I nodded to the sleeping couple in the chair, "you know," I said with a sigh.

I lifted Becky to the bed while Sandy eased herself into Mark once again. With a groan, he stretched. He gently held me by the back of the head and pulled me down to his level. For a moment he looked me in the eyes, and then he kissed me. It felt strange, his mouth sucked on my lip--just as Sandy had done moments before. "Sandy loves you so much," he whispered in my ear.

After pulling some clothes on I returned to my room, wondering how I could be with Sandy. I eventually fell asleep, but my dreams were mixed with images of Mark and Becky.

The next morning I woke, but felt like I'd hardly slept at all. I showered and dressed before joining the rest of the guests for breakfast. I saw Grant, and he called me over pointing at the chair opposite. "Hey, Daniel right?" He asked.

"Yeah," I croaked taking a sip of juice. "Crazy night huh?"

"Sure was. Looks like you had some fun yourself."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I chuckled.

A cheer erupted from the people around us, the bride and groom had walked through the door. Becky looked tired, but Mark was perky and bright. He gave me a wink and bumped Grant's fist as he passed.

I didn't get a chance to talk to Mark privately, but before he left he pulled me to one side. "I've got a plan, I'll call you in a couple of weeks," he told me as he pulled me in close giving me a manly hug.

Life returned to some kind of normality. I slipped into Daniel's routine with ease--almost as if it was my own. I guess to some extent it was now.

It had been a few weeks before I heard from Mark again. He sent a text telling me the move to the west-coast went well, and how much he was in love with Becky. I shuddered, perhaps a little jealous of Becky. He mentioned that Grant had been great setting up the new company, and added that he was living with them in his own apartment.

A few days later I returned home to find my 'parents' waiting for me, like any teenager thoughts rushed through my mind--what had I done?

My dad smiled. "Don't look so worried, its good news." I remained light lipped as I followed them to the lounge. "Sit down Daniel."

Nervously I took a seat, "What's going on dad?"

"Mark called us today," he replied. "He's got a job opportunity for you--as a paid intern." This must have been the plan Mark had briefly mentioned. "You're still young--"

"Dad, I'm eighteen," I protested.

"Yes, and we both think you've grown up a lot since your holiday. I discussed this with your mom, and we think it would be good for you if you work for Mark."

"You mean move to the west-coast?"

"We trust you Daniel, besides you'll be with friends and Mark's promised to look after you."

I frowned, "I can look after myself."

"You know what I mean. He's a family man now. He'll look out for you," he explained. "But promise me you'll be respectful. Don't embarrass yourself--or us."

Was it Daniel's feelings or my own? I don't know, but I felt excited to be moving out of the family home, and working with Mark--and Grant.

Two weeks later I was at the Arrivals terminal with my case looking for Mark. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see him grinning up at me. "Daniel, great so see you again. I've really missed you," he exclaimed embracing me tightly.

"Kinda missed you as well," I gasped.

"Boy, have I got plans," he told me excitedly as we left to find the car. "Big, gorgeous, sexy plans."

I wondered what he meant. I asked him to explain, but he said he wanted it to be a surprise.

After a short journey we arrived at some storage units. I watched as he put my case into a secure room. "Won't be needing that for a while," he told me.

"I thought I was staying with you," I asked.

He grinned and looked at his watch. I asked him again but he told me all would become clear very soon.

He glanced over my shoulder. "Hide!" He hissed.

"What? Why?" I asked as he pushed me towards a stack of crates.

"You'll know what to do," he told me. I only got to see the hood of a car--a Mercedes--before it was completely obscured.

Mark walked out to greet the visitor. I heard voices outside, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Minutes later they both walked in, and I recognised the voice. It was Grant.

I stole a glance from my hiding place. He was talking to Mark. Typically he was well dressed in expensive shorts and polo shirt.

Mark glanced over to me, and I knew what he'd planned. Quickly I stepped over and grabbed Grant, looping my arms around and behind his head. He didn't have a chance to struggle before I pushed hard into his substantial frame.

I felt light headed, and stumbled forward. Mark caught me. I looked into his eyes--bright and mischievous. "I like your plan... brother-in-law," I chuckled in Grant's voice.

"Now we can be together, and you can learn--just like I promised your parents."

Grant's memories were becoming clear, "Nobody knew I was coming to work with you?"

"Nope, it was the plan all along. For us to be together--one way of another."

There was nothing I could say. I was Grant, and it looked like I would be for a while. I had nothing to complain about.

I followed Mark back to the house in *my* Merc, and had dinner with Mark and Becky. She never noticed any difference in Grant of course--why would she?

When the house was quiet, Mark joined me in my apartment and we made up for lost time--in lots of different ways.

--- THE END