Love is one soul, living in two bodies, beating in two hearts, making them whole.
Lying in the aftermath of our lovemaking, legs twisted together beneath tangled sheets, Jake’s head resting on my stomach and his hand tracing patterns across my thighs. I know I need to say something about what he said moments ago.
In that moment I knew the words to be true, felt their conviction in my bones but now, now I wonder if it was a heat of the moment confession.
“I can hear that brain of yours whirring from here, don’t doubt my words Emmy.” His sex raspy voice sends shivers over my skin and he leans up on his elbow to look at me.
“I’ve never said those words to anyone before, never wanted to and never needed to. So believe me when I say, I meant every word and syllable.” He brings his face closer to mine so I can see the verity in his striking blue eyes. His fingers lightly trace over my features, his eyes following their path.
“You don’t need to say it back, that’s not what telling you was about. The words have been stuck in my throat for days, choking me, needing to be let out.” His eyes flick up to mine and the look on his face tells of his honesty.
“I do love you and fuck if it doesn’t scare me to feel this way but I’m not going to fight it. You just gave yourself to me and I’m not letting you go.”
He stills the words on the tip of my tongue with a passion filled kiss. Pouring every ounce of his truth into me, filling me with more desire, more need, more ….. love.
Easing back from his lips and catching my breath, I cup his face in both hands, run my thumbs over his pronounced cheekbones and then up and over his strong brows.
“I love you too. I think I have since that day in Agua Secreto.” I smile and place a soft kiss on his bottom lip. “Like you this is new for me, so if I hand you over my heart, promise to be careful with it Jake. It’s needed fixing too many times already and I fear if it breaks again, the pieces will never heal.”
He places a gentle kiss to my lips before placing another to my jaw, the words leaving his mouth between kisses as he makes his way slowly towards my chest.
“Your heart may have been broken Emmy but it’s the strongest heart I know” another kiss to my collar bone, “Let me carry your scarred heart in mine” another kiss above the swell of my breast “Let me take care of it until the scars fade” another kiss to the other side of me breast, “Then once it is stronger than it ever has been before”, a kiss to my ribs, “Let me keep it there, safe, protected, cherished, adored.” Each of the last few words are punctuated with more kisses, until he places a final one, right above my racing heart.
He rests his head there, listening to the strong beat of the very thing I have already given him, even before he asked for it.
He already carries my heart. I gave it freely.
We lie in each other’s embrace, hands caressing, fingers memorising. Neither one of us wanting to move and break the spell that surrounds us in this bed.
A spell that has freed both of us from past histories and mistakes; allowing us to bare our bodies and souls.
Jake is the first to move, “As much as I wish we could stay here and move on to round two, your surprise guests are expecting us for dinner. Why don’t you grab a shower while I make some phone calls and check in with Tina?” He kisses my belly button before getting up off the bed and grabbing his discarded boxers from the floor.
I watch as his muscular body bends and flexes, the two small dimples just above his perfectly formed, edible arse, revealed to me for the first time, begging to be licked.
“Can’t you join me?” my voice is thick, still laced with desire.
He looks sideways at me, a smirk taking over his handsome face. “Like what you see Emmy?” he stands confidently, his thickening arousal beckoning me to him.
“Nuh huh, stop looking at me like that or we will never leave this room.” His voice is light and teasing but I get his point. Liv will be banging on the door soon enough and after their ‘bet’, I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.
“Just go get showered you big tease, I don’t want to face Liv’s wrath and if you keep pointing that thing at me, we’ll end up not leaving this room.”
He takes one long stride towards me and I wrap the sheet around my body for protection. “No way big guy, get going.” I throw a pillow at him hitting him fully in the chest.
His eyes lower and a mischievous grin forms on his face, “Emmy’s getting feisty. Gotta say that you throwing things at me, while trying to protect your modesty, is kind of a turn on.”
He takes another step towards the bed and I hold both hands in front of me, palms facing him, in a ‘back off’ gesture. The sheets that were wrapped around my breasts loosen and pool around my waist. His eyes follow their descent and lust fills his features.
“No no no Jake, do not take another step.” I grab the sheet and cover myself again, never taking my eyes from him.
He grins lasciviously, “This isn’t over Emmy, eat fast or else I’ll find a broom cupboard to take you in. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”
He gives my body one more thorough going over from head to toe, winks and turns on his heels for the bathroom.
I can feel myself blush all over. I’ve gone from normal, everyday Emma, to a sex crazed fiend in his presence. I’m not sure how to deal with all the emotions he makes me feel.
One minute I’m unsure of what we are, the next I want to rip his clothes off, and then in the next second I want to hold him and never let him go.
My brain feels like it’s on a merry-go-round, constantly spinning with new sensations and feelings.
No matter how disorientating, I know the sensation is addicting and I can’t see me ever wanting to get off.
Dizzy has never felt so good.
I avoid staring at his freshly showered body when he emerges from the bathroom and lock myself in to get ready. Forty-five minutes later I’m all set and we make it to dinner with seconds to spare.
Liv gives me a knowing look as we approach the table that has been set up for us in a private dining room of the hotel. Her secret smile indicates that she knows what we’ve spent the last hour or so doing.
“About bloody time.” H looks over at us as Jake pulls out a chair for me to sit. “I was about to file for a dudevorce if you didn’t show J.” he grins over at Jake wearing a similar knowing smile as Liv.
“What the hell is a dudevorce?” Nate chuckles before saying Hi to us both.
“It’s what happens when a guy puts a chick before his best mate, and not any old best mate, but one that has just flown across the world to see him.” He looks seriously over at Jake before adding, “and if we get a dudevorce, I’m taking custody of all the x-box games, just warning you.”
Jake shakes his head on small chuckle, “Full custody hey? I seem to remember you abducted all those when you moved in with Bella. Besides I have other things to play with now so knock yourself out H, they are all yours.” He strokes my thigh on the word play, emphasising to me and me alone, exactly what he means.
Ever aware Liv spots his hand under the table and smiles slyly at me, “So Em, I bet you’re tired after your plane journey, did you manage a quick nap?”
She picks up her wine glass and takes a sip, her dancing eyes looking over the rim at me.
My cheeks instantly redden and Jake squeezes my thigh sensing my discomfort at her innuendo.
“I took care of Emmy, thanks Liv, nothing for you to worry about but she is tired so we’ll probably leave early and return to the room.”
“But we’re all going clubbing, you have to come with us. We’re only here a few days and you’ll get her all to yourself soon enough.” She replies instantly with H chiming in, “Yeah J, stop being a party pooper, let’s eat, drink and boogey. You have enough energy for a couple of dances dontcha Jules?”
Even H now calls me by Liam’s pet name, finding the story behind it hilarious.
I turn to the side to look at Jake, gauging his reaction to the begging of our friends, “We could go for a little bit.” His eyes narrow before he whispers in my ear, “Emmy we can go wherever you want, just be prepared for me to cash in my earlier promise.”
His words leave me silent and he caresses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before he turns to our friends and announces “If Emmy wants to go we’re in but I’ll have to let security know we’re leaving the hotel. I’m not spending my night getting mobbed by crazy VB fans. It’s not as much fun as it sounds.”
We spend a relaxed hour and a half chatting with our friends, enjoying delicious food and wine, hilarious tales of H’s crazy escapades and Liv’s University stories. Despite H being the only one not in a couple here, he still thrives on our attention and barely mentions his girlfriend Bella, who is normally a favourite topic of his. I remind myself to ask Jake about that later.
Nate fills everyone in on his clubs and tells us how Liam has taken to running Aurora like a duck to water. He also spills the beans about their brother Josh and his wife Laura finding out she’s expecting their first baby, warning us that even their parents haven’t been informed yet, so we need to keep the news quiet.
Throughout the meal Jake keeps his hand on my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles into my skin. He even eats and drinks using one hand and the gesture is both romantic and a massive turn on. It’s a side to him I never expected.
This confident, successful, bad boy, womaniser and heart breaker, as the press make him out to be, wants to touch me so badly that his hand never leaves my skin.
I have to admit I crave his touch, so the fact that he gives it to me so freely, makes my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
As we get up to leave, Jake makes sure to charge everything to his account and arranges for a limo and security to take us to the top night spot in the city.
Nate is eager to see what kind of clubs they have here, Liv can’t wait to drag me on the dance floor and Jake is happy to let me go have fun while he and H catch up.
A short car journey later and we are ushered into a high end, glitzy club called Genius.
Jake’s team calls beforehand to secure us VIP access and a private area. On entering we stand out like a sore thumb, everyone else is dressed impeccably, while we are in typical casual attire of jeans and shirts, I doubt we would have got in if not for Jake’s presence.
It is obvious word of his arrival has spread. Almost immediately, I start to notice many people trying to get a look into the roped off area we’ve been allocated. Jake’s personal security is flanked by extras provided by the club, so it’s not like anyone is going to bother us but it kind of makes me feel like an exhibit in the zoo, especially when Jake wraps his arm around my waist to lead me to the private bar.
I can feel everyone thinking ‘Who the hell is she?’ and how has she managed to snag someone like Jake. Call me paranoid but sometimes you can just sense these things and the numerous camera phones that I can see being held up over the barriers to take pictures, means that all too soon the paparazzi will also know our whereabouts.
“Get the beers in then hotshot TV star.” H calls from behind us.
Jake turns around and clips him playfully across the side of his head “Hey freeloader, no need to nag.”
H doesn’t take offense and I smile at the easy banter they have, pleased that Jake has a close friend that isn’t intimidated by the crazy world he lives in now.
Liv comes up beside me and wraps her arm over my shoulders “Ladies room?” she has a twinkle in her eye and I know she wants a full run down of all the things she’s been dying to ask me since Jake kicked them out of our room earlier.
I lean in and tell Jake where we are going and then ask the bartender to point out the location of the restrooms. He motions to a concealed door at the back of our area explaining that we have a private bathroom.
Jake’s arm tightens around my waist at this information and he exhales in my ear, “I’m going to collect on my promise real soon Emmy”, causing shivers to run down my spine. Then he kisses the side of my head and adds loud enough for Liv to hear “Go gossip about me but don’t be long and make sure she hears all the good parts.”
Liv laughs and I shake my head at his brazenness before I hook my arm through hers and we head towards to the restroom.
The door isn’t even fully closed before she spins out of my embrace and bombards me with questions.
“So did you? Was it good? How do you feel? Was he as amazing as he looks like he would be?” Then the killer “Do you love him Em?”
“Oh My God Liv, calm down would you.” I laugh at my crazy friend and lean in to give her a big hug. She squeezes me back tightly, “Don’t go trying to put me off with a show of affection Em, I want deets now.” She leans back with a massive grin on her face.
“I’m so glad that details are more important, than me showing you how much I’ve missed my best friend.” I tease causing her to roll her eyes.
“You can tell me you love me later, I need gossip, so spill it.”
She leans back against the counter in anticipation, “C’mon Em, I’m gasping for a drink, just give me the short version.”
I huff out a sigh and lean next to her with a goofy smile on my face.
“In answer to your multiple questions, yes we did, yes it was, I feel bloody fantastic but a little overwhelmed and yes he was.”
I move to enter a cubicle but she grabs my hand forcing me to turn and look at her.
“And the final question, don’t avoid Em, I know the answer but I want to hear it.” She smiles softly.
I pause for a second, not because I don’t know the answer but because it feels private, even from my best friend.
She tugs my hand so I look at her, “It’s okay Em, I know you do, it’s written all over your face, just as it is his.”
She pulls me in for a hug and mumbles into my hair “I’m so happy for you Em, you deserve this, you deserve happiness more than anyone I know.”
Tears prick my eyes, Liv knows me better than anyone, she has always been there for me and even if we are complete opposites, we fit. She’s my sister if not by blood, by soul and I cannot imagine not having her in my life.
“Yes, yes I love him Liv but this is all so new that I just want to take each day as it comes.”
“Em, you know better than most how short life is. Live for the now, not the maybes or the what ifs.” She leans back to look into my eyes before adding, “It’s plain to see he loves you Em, we can all see it, now you need to feel it, trust in it and grab it with both hands. I know this is new and God knows he comes with a whole lot of baggage but nothing worth having comes easy. Besides, I’ve warned him if he fucks this up, I’ll cut his nadgers off and wear them as a necklace.”
I can’t help but laugh out loud; only Liv would threaten to cut Jake’s balls off if he hurt me.
“I bloody love you, you know that right?” I pull her into me and squeeze the air from her lungs.
“I adore the bones of you girl but if you don’t let me go I might turn blue from lack of oxygen and that would clash with the dress I’m wearing” she gasps.
“Alright, enough with the soppy stuff, let’s go have some fun, I’m only here for a few days and I want to enjoy every second I can with you.” She grabs my hand and leads me to the door. In this moment, I am more grateful than ever, that Jake arranged for her to be here with us. His thoughtfulness and generosity are yet another reason why I am falling for him and falling hard.
The instant we walk out of the ladies room his eyes meet mine and I can’t control the smile that plays on my lips.
His look is filled with heat, want and desire. A wicked thought enters my head. I am not usually one to flirt or play games with a man but seeing him sitting there, ignoring everyone else and solely focussing on me, makes me want to put on a show for him and make him as crazy with need for me, as I am for him.
“Let’s go dance, I’m sure the guys are happy catching up so let’s go and have some of that fun you always keep going on about.” Liv nods excitedly and leads me to the main dance floor, past the club security and Jake’s burly minders.
All our guys stand up when they see where we are going but we just wave over to them and Liv points out where we are heading. Nate and H sit back down immediately with smiles on their faces but Jake looks miffed.
“Uh oh, Mr Possessive doesn’t want you out of his sight by the looks.” Liv shouts in my ear the closer we get to the dance floor.
“Oh he can still see us.” I nod my head to where all the guys are now standing, leaning over the side of the private area, to watch us make our way through the clubbers and into the centre of the floor.
A naughty look flashes across Liv’s face, “Well let’s give them all something to look at.” She immediately begins to find the beat of the music with her hips, her confident and overtly sensuous moves drawing the eyes of almost every male around us.
“C’mon Em, you’ve got to let go a little.” She wraps her arms around me and places her hands on my waist, encouraging my stiff body to sway with hers.
The track fades to the dance song ‘Gravity’ by DJ Fresh and even though the beat is faster than the previous song, Liv never stops the tandem movement of our bodies, helping me find the rhythm to let go to the music.
It feels freeing, it makes me feel alive and when I look up to find Jake watching us intently, it makes me feel desired. Emboldened, I link my hands with Liv’s and finally let go of my insecurities, riding on the wave of the heavy beat.
We ignore all others around us and just dance, so when I open my eyes to find Jake standing in front of me, my breath catches and heat floods my body. I do not stop moving, my hips keep grinding with Liv’s and my eyes dare Jake to take me.
Liv’s hands leave mine and she whisper’s in my ear, “He didn’t take as long as I thought”, then she’s gone.
This, here, now, feels so familiar.
The electricity between us magnifies and I feel the buzz envelope me as I take a step towards him.
We’ve danced once before in a club, got lost in each others touch but I don’t want to go back to that night. I want to take this moment and use it to wipe away all the bad, replacing it with just this.
Just him and I, just sensations and movement; nothing else.
His eyes never leave mine as he takes one more step, bringing our bodies flush. I can already feel his arousal pressing against my thigh.
I boldly take both his hands and set them on my hips, the sway of my body increasing our connection, causing the heat between us to turn volcanic.
He leans his head down so that we are now cheek to cheek, his breath fanning over my ear, “I want to dance with you Emmy but I want to fuck you more.”
His hand skims over my arse, caressing firmly and pulling me harder into him before he links his hand with mine and practically drags me from the dance floor.
We pass a smirking Liv, who is now dancing with Nate and H. Well Nate and Liv dance while H attempts what looks like twerking. Normally this would make me laugh but my body feels so tightly strung and Jake is striding through the crowds so fast, that I just grip his hand tightly and allow him to lead me back to our private area and straight into the restroom.
The door clicks behind us and he is on me instantly.
My back hits the wall with a thud from the momentum and then his mouth is on mine.
I can do nothing but submit to his kiss.
It’s forceful, dominating and so hot my toes curl.
You can tell a lot from a kiss. Some are gentle, soft and filled with love, some are bittersweet and filled with longing but this kiss, this kiss is filled with pure carnal desire.
I hitch my right leg up over his hip, needing to increase the friction between our lower bodies, wanting something to soothe the throbbing between my legs. He pulls back, panting heavily, his blue eyes heavy, dark and filled with lust.
“Tell me Emmy, say it before I fuck you.” The words are ground out, the sound hoarse and needy.
I know exactly what words he needs and I do not hesitate to give them to him.
“I’m yours.”
Love is one soul, living in two bodies, beating in two hearts, making them whole.
So the words “I love you” just fell out.
I meant every, single, letter, I just didn’t mean for them to spill from my lips right after I shagged her for the first time.
Way to play it cool Jake.
Worse than anything is the fact I can see the doubt in her eyes. I know that the instant I said them she believed me but now, lying here, in our sex messed bed, she’s not so sure.
That’s why I wanted the moment I said them to be momentous. Something she would never forget and not a case of post orgasm, verbal diarrhoea. I don’t want her to think they are just words, ones I use on every girl I’ve shagged.
So when she tells me she loves me back, something inside me clicks. A part of me I never knew was lost, finds its proper place, like it was waiting all along to be discovered and she was the one to find it.
We lie in each others embrace for what feels like hours but still ends too soon. This quiet time with her feels far more intimate than I have ever been with a woman, and although I want to sink into her again, this right here, right now, is more than just sex; more than just physically claiming her as mine and I will do everything in my power to ensure she knows it.
As much as I do not want to leave our bed I know we have to. I’m very aware that I brought our friends and family out here to make her feel more comfortable and all I’ve done since she arrived, is keep her hidden away like the selfish bastard I am.
Dragging myself out of her arms, I force down the overwhelming need to take her again and make my way to the shower.
Knowing her eyes are on me, knowing they hunger for every inch of my skin, just as mine do hers, heats my blood to boiling point.
“Like what you see Emmy?” She blushes at being caught staring and fuck if that doesn’t make my dick painfully hard and raring to go.
All thoughts of dinner with our friends leave my mind as I prowl towards her, ready to pounce. So when she launches a pillow at my chest and attempts to cover her modesty with the sheet, I’m about ten seconds away from exploding and that would be both humiliating and messy.
She attempts to block my advances by putting her hands in front of her, allowing the sheet to fall away from her edible breasts. My mouth waters with a hunger to suck, nibble and bite every soft, delectable, inch and she soon covers herself up but my craving does not abate.
I will take her again, soon. If that ends up over the dinner table, so fucking be it.
She exits the bathroom almost an hour later, wearing skin tight jeans, that cling to every curve and a fitted white shirt that seems to make her look both sinfully sexy and girl next door at the same time. My dick pounds against the zip of my jeans begging to be set free, wanting into her jeans and between those long legs.
She looks nervously over at me; her playful demeanour has vanished only to be replaced with a look of anxiousness.
“Come here.” I stand from the bed and hold out my hand for her to take. She hesitates for a second before licking her lips and taking the few steps forward to link her hand with mine.
As soon as our skin connects I feel it, that thing we have between us. It’s tangible, not like a basic feeling where you are just aware of it, what we have can be touched, tasted and held.
It’s addictive, I crave it, I crave her.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I breathe the words onto the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her scent.
If all my senses were stripped away, I would still be able to find her in a crowded room. It’s not about seeing, smelling, tasting, hearing or touching her; it’s about feeling her.
I’ve never been one to believe in all that bullshit, soul mate bollocks, until now. Now I not only believe it, I’ve found it in her and I’m never letting go.
Her body moulds itself to mine, her arms wrap around my lower back as she rests her head against my chest.
“We should go, Liv will come looking for us otherwise.” The words are softly spoken against the fabric of my shirt, the heat from her breath penetrating the material and skating over my nipples.
God, even her breath turns me on. I feel like a teenage boy about to come in my pants with every touch, no matter how innocent.
“I could just call Nate and say you are jet-lagged?” I can’t contain the hope from my voice; I’ve resorted to pleading already. What a pussy.
She lifts her head to look directly into my eyes, a glimmer of playfulness flashes in their aquamarine depths, “How about we go and spend time with our friends, then I promise when we get back that you can keep me up all night if you want to.”
Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
My dick hammers on the denim of my jeans, practically growling to be set free.
Now that is a promise I will be keeping her to.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Emmy.” I bring my face to hers and gently move my lips over her silky soft ones, loving that she doesn’t wear any of that gloopy shit other girls slap all over their mouths, thinking that it’s sexy. “Because I have never wanted to be inside someone as much as I do you and I can promise you that you will still feel where I’ve been tomorrow.”
I take her juicy, soft bottom lip between my teeth and run my tongue over it, desperately wanting to get her naked and back into my bed, or on the floor, or against the wall; anywhere actually, as long as we are both naked.
The shuddering breath that escapes her confirms she wants the exact same thing.
Fuck this is gonna be a long night.
I sigh and pull myself away from her abruptly, like pulling off a band aid, or else I’ll end up throwing her on the bed and our friends can dine alone.
“Let’s go Emmy.”
She giggles as I practically drag her from our suite, to the elevator and straight to the private dining room I’ve booked for tonight.
The gang is all waiting for us when we arrive and H cracks some stupid but admittedly, hilarious joke about filing for a ‘dudevorce’. How I can find it funny after the events of the last few weeks is testament to how strong our friendship is. When H jokes at your expense it’s never intended with malice, he just genuinely never engages his brain before opening his mouth. As you can imagine, it can often get him into trouble.
Dinner is enjoyable, despite my need to eat as quickly as possible so that I can take Emma back to our room.
In fact, I sit through the entire meal with my hand on her leg, not wanting to break contact for even a moment. If anyone finds me eating one handed strange, they never mention it, although Liv keeps throwing Emma funny looks every now and again when she thinks I’m not looking.
Let her, let them all think I’ve finally been pussy whipped. I’ll be the first to admit I have. After years of taking the piss out of H for his Bella obsession, I can finally see where he was coming from and I’ll happily get mocked for doing the same. Especially if it means I get to keep my girl as close as possible to me, at all times.
When the topic of clubbing gets brought up I am unable to hide my annoyance. Dinner was one thing; I really don’t want to share my girl any longer but hearing her excitement about going with them, changes my mind. If she wants to go clubbing, then that’s where we’ll go.
I text Nina our requirements and she arranges entry into one of Tokyo’s top clubs plus additional security. I hate all this shit but I hate being mobbed more. For a bloke that’s always wanted to be in the limelight, I never expected to hate the crap that comes with it as much as I do.
Don’t get me wrong I fucking love acting, it’s been a dream come true but the constant intrusion into my life is hard to come to terms with.
We are ushered into the upscale club and straight to a private area. I can see Nate checking out everything from the décor, to the DJ and the security.
“Don’t worry Nate, this place is a cave compared to Accede.” I slap him on the back and he nods smugly.
“Maybe Tokyo should be my next conquest, why stay in Europe when I could go global. After all, we’ve already got one Fox taking over the world, I’m sure there’s room for another.” He leads us towards the bar and H chimes in about the drinks being on me. When aren’t the drinks on me? I pretend to be pissed off when really I like being able to show him a good time, he deserves it for all the years he’s put up with me.
Liv drags Emma to the toilet for a gossip session but not before I make sure to warn her of my earlier promise. I can feel her body shiver when I remind her exactly what I’m going to do to her and I know she’s more than eager for me to collect on my promise, no matter how much she pretends.
“Earth to J, fucking snap out of it will you. She’s only gone to the bog.” H thrusts a beer into my hand and waves his free hand in my face, attempting to stop me from staring at Emma’s arse as she walks away from us.
“Bloody hell, you’re like a dog in heat, can you leave her alone for a minute and spend some time with us? I mean, I should have stayed at home by myself instead of flying thousands of miles to see my big movie star friend.” He pouts like a little girl before downing his beer in one and signalling the barman for another.
“Slow down H, they aren’t gonna run out, pace yourself as I’m not carrying your arse out of here tonight, you fucking light weight.”
Nate laughs and shakes his head as we watch H down another beer, before following it with a shot and then letting out a belch that was probably heard half way across the club.
“Can’t take him anywhere.” I mutter to Nate who still finds it all hilarious.
“Hey, what do you mean stayed home by yourself? Bella never lets you out of her sight. The only time you are alone is when you’re taking a shit and even then she probably sits outside the toilet door.”
“Laugh it up J, laugh it fucking up.” He knocks back another shot before glaring out across the club to the dance floor.
“Spill H, what’s going on? The last time I saw you this pissed off was when Take That broke up the first time.” I joke because I feel uncomfortable with his mood, H is never like this and it’s more than disconcerting.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before turning his now angry face towards me, “You’ll be over the fucking moon to know that she’s left me. She’s shacked up with some Herbajuice salesman that’s been flogging her weight loss shit for the last few months. They are in love and about to go into business together.”
The words are practically spat out of his mouth and I don’t know what to say to make this better for him.
I go to open my mouth but he stops me by adding, “The fucking funny thing is, she’s put on a stone and a half since she’s been taking this crap and has been telling me it’s my fault for being a slob that never encourages her to exercise.” He downs yet another shot, runs his hand down his face and then the old H is back.
“Well I guess it’ll be my fault when I flog all the crap she’s left at ours on ebay, including the shaky shaky machine that she paid shit loads for. It never made her lose weight either but it was worth its weight in gold that machine. I used to piss myself laughing, watching her wobble like jelly, every time she went on it.”
I go to slap him on the back and tell him it’s for the best but again he stops me from speaking, “Don’t… just don’t say anything J. I know you didn’t like her and to be honest I didn’t like her much towards the end either. So let’s just leave it there and you can be my wingman for a change tonight. Some of these chicks here are smoking hot and that one over there”, he nods his head towards the waitress, the one that I never even noticed standing to the side of the bar, waiting to serve us, “I think I could bounce pennies off her arse, in fact a few more drinks and I’m gonna ask if I can try.”
We don’t discuss the topic any further as Emma and Liv emerge from the restrooms and my eyes instantly connect with hers.
Her cheeks are flushed and she’s wearing a naughty grin on her face.
I’m about to go over there and tell her to get her fine arse back in that restroom, so I can fuck her against the door, when she motions that they are heading down to the dance floor.
My thoughts immediately turn to the night that we met and as pathetic as it sounds, I don’t want to leave her out of my sight. I motion to my head of security to follow the girls and we all walk over to the edge of our area to watch them.
“Chill Jake, you can’t keep her wrapped up in cotton wool or stuck by your side forever. Nothings gonna happen to her.” Nate puts his hand on my shoulder obviously feeling the worry, that comes off me in waves.
“I still dream about that night Bro.” I flick my eyes over to meet his and he nods back at me, the look on his face telling me that he remembers the anguish of that night too. “I’ll kill any fucker that so much as breathes on her again, so don’t tell me to chill because it’s not possible.”
He squeezes my shoulder in acknowledgment and looks out over the dance floor to where our girls are already getting plenty of attention.
Just like that first night, I am mesmerised by her. She’s not an extrovert, or someone who dances provocatively but I know damn well that I’m not the only guy here checking out the way her hips are moving to the music.
She stands out even more because of the simple, yet understatedly sexy clothing, she is wearing. She may be surrounded by women in designer dresses but she eclipses them all in her simple jeans and shirt.
Watching her dance with Liv has a weird effect on my body. My dick throbs with the need to sink inside her again and my stomach churns just waiting for some prick to make a move.
When Liv stands behind Emma and places her hands on her hips, encouraging her to grind into her and putting on a show for every man in the place, my control flies out of the window. I practically barge my way past the rest of our security and onto the dance floor.
I am in front of her within seconds. She has her eyes closed, a smile on her face and her body moves with an innocent grace that is too fucking tempting.
She senses me in front of her and her eyes quickly open, latching onto mine.
There it is. That connection, that pull, that inescapable tether which binds us and cannot be denied.
She takes a step towards me as I take one towards her and the moment our bodies touch, electricity pulses over us landing squarely in my balls.
“I want to dance with you Emmy but I want to fuck you more.”
I can’t help myself and I refuse to wait any longer or I may well spontaneously combust.
So more forcefully than I probably should, I drag her from the dance floor, directly to our private area and back into the restroom.
The door clicks behind us and I waste no time in pushing her up against it.
Claiming her with my mouth; sucking on her lips and tongue until I steal the very air from her lungs and I feel her sag against me.
“Tell me Emmy, say it before I fuck you.” I demand to hear the words from her. The ones that soothe the beast that forms inside me any time she is near.
Resolutely but with a shaky breathe she exhales “I’m yours.” The two words that calm the animal inside and set my soul alight.
“Don’t move, place your hands with your palms flat against the door and don’t fucking move.” The words leave me on a growl.
She doesn’t hesitate. Taking a deep but ragged breath she places both her hands, as instructed, against the door and I take a step back in an attempt to cool down.
Her breasts strain against the white cotton of her shirt; I can see the hard points of her nipples through the fabric with every heave of her chest.
“Remember what I said, do not move. I want you exactly where you are so I when unbutton your jeans, pull down your knickers and eat you like a man starved, you will have something to lean against when you come on my tongue.”
A slight moan leaves her parted lips and I can see her whole body quiver. My dick likes this response and is so hard right now I could hammer nails with it.
One step forward is all it takes before I drop to my knees on the tiled floor and look up at the woman that owns every part of me; from my cock to my selfish soul.
It’s all hers.
I waste no time in unbuttoning her jeans, I really should drag it out but I’m not playing games, the time for teasing is gone.
I slide them down her thighs and look up into her heavy lidded eyes, before leaning forward and running my tongue, flat and thick, over the satin of her knickers, putting extra pressure exactly where I know her clit is.
Another moan escapes her and I move my head to look at my handy work. The wet path my tongue made, dissects the small scrap of pink fabric, highlighting the shape of the lips I am about to devour.
I blow softly over the wetness, causing her knees to tremble and then I remove her pretty panties in one movement.
I don’t give her chance to adjust before I do exactly as I promised. I’m not gentle as I devour her, using my fingers, tongue and lips to taste every inch, until she’s grinding on my face and begging for release.
I look up to see her eyes are tightly closed and just like a good girl, her palms are still flat against the door.
Sucking her sensitive nub into my mouth, I thrust my fingers one more time into her wet heat and she comes apart, screaming my name loudly.
In other circumstances I would lick and nibble at her, until I brought her down from her orgasm, but my dick might well break the seam of my jeans if I don’t let it out. So I stand quickly, shed my jeans, hitch her leg over my hip and thrust inside her before she’s even opened her eyes.
Fuck. I could die a happy man right here.