Posh Frocks & Peacocks - Tracie Podger Page 0,24

with a slight pang of hurt. “Anyway, we still have some guests, beer, and a band!”

I took his hand and led him back to the marquee. A cheer rose up as we entered and we started our wedding reception from scratch. We danced our first dance to a different tune.

“It wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t have to do everything three times, would it?” I said, and then we laughed. The music changed and he and Charlie strutted around, all Mick Jagger style, to the raucous laughter of our friends, the ones who were left, anyway. Dancing clearly wasn’t Ronan’s thing but looking bloody sexy with a kilt flying around was. He’d lost the jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves, and it wasn’t much later that I got to see what he wore under his kilt.

The band had been playing some traditional folk songs and while I, and others, stood in a semi-circle and clapped, the Scottish men did their thing. As badly as they could—and I thought that might be deliberate—they jigged around. When the song came to an end, they all turned their backs, bent at the waist and lifted their kilts to show us a row of bare bums. So it was true, not one of them worn underpants! And that included Charlie who didn’t have the same foresight of the other men, which was to hold their cock and balls. Instead, his dangled down and I was reminded of Limp Dick. In fact, Petal screamed with laughter the loudest while looking at me, I knew she just had the same thought in mind.

“I don’t have enough bleach for my eyes,” Joe wailed, covering them as if that would erase the sight.

When the kilts were released and the boys turned back to face their audience, Charlie was grinning like a Cheshire cat, toothless, but happy as anything. Ronan wrapped me in his arms.

“See, commando,” he said, proudly.

“Always?” I asked.

He winked at me and half smiled. “Now that would be telling.”

The rest of the evening blurred. We drank too much, ate too much, and danced until I was barefoot and tripping over my train. I hadn’t bothered to change into my reception attire, it seemed too much effort, but I was conscious of the dress getting too dirty. At some point, and I had no idea of the time, Ronan scooped me up in his arms and I was carried, officially, over the threshold. He placed me down once we were inside the hall.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Carter-Windford,” he said, quietly.

I smiled at him. He lifted my hand and kissed my wedding and engagement rings, the original one that matched the necklace I’d been forever checking was still around my neck that day.

“Thank you, Mr. Carter-Windford,” I replied. “I do think you need to carry me to bed.”

“That sounds like a great invitation.”

“More so because, my eyes are squiffy and I’m not sure I’ll manage the stairs on my own,” I replied with a laugh.

He did just that and while he carried me up, we could hear the laughter of guests finally leaving and the clanking as the band packed up their instruments.

“Who’s in charge down there?” I enquired, worried about the gate being open and errant animals.

“Joe. Well, Danny since he’s teetotal and Joe is as pissed as a fart,” he replied. He huffed and shifted me up his body a little.

“I’m not heavy, am I?” I asked.

Ronan kicked open the bedroom door. “No,” he said as he unceromoniously dumped me on the bed. “But you wiggle too much.”

“Oh, I wanted you to undress me.” I pouted as I spoke.

“Do you think you could stand?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes and rolling off his socks.

I licked my lips and stared at his abs. He clicked his fingers to gain my attention.

“Huh?” I said.

“Do you think you can stand?” he asked, again.

“Probably not.” Even I was aware of the slur in my voice. Then I chuckled.

Ronan climbed on the bed just in his kilt and rolled me to my front. “I’ll undress you here,” he said.

I lay still, loving the slowness of his touch and smiling. When prompted, I raised slightly so he could slip the dress forwards and off my shoulders. I rose further as he pulled it down my body. When it was off, I rolled to my back.

“Now that is a beautiful sight,” he whispered.

I was laying in just my knickers and stockings. As he slid his hands