Jack tries to stop me. “What? Wait? I didn’t know she was coming!”
“Its fine Jack, I need to get back to my room anyway. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I push past the girl who is flitting between looking mortified and cockily eyeing me up and down.
I hear Jack shout my name, I’m grateful that everyone else is still at the club as I do the walk of shame back to my room.
Chapter 11
Robyn
I wake up to the scent of Jack all around me - did that really happen last night? I flashback to his head between my legs, me holding on to his hair, panting. Him making me feel things I didn't even know was possible. I’ve never wanted anyone like that before. I wanted him . . . inside me . . . moving inside me. I never knew that I would feel that way. When I lost my virginity to Bobby, I felt that I was going through the motions. I read romance novels, contemporary romance, where it gets steamy and it sounded too good to be true - so I thought it was. But now I know everyone’s secret. That feelings like Jack invoked in me last night are real. He was good at it too. I would have had sex with him if we weren't interrupted. He gave me an orgasm and made me feel like I wanted more.
I turn over in bed and get a waft of Jack again. Of course, the shower, with his shower gel, no wonder I'm consumed by thoughts of him, he’s all I can smell.
I hear the shower running and look at Sophie’s bed and note that its empty. I grab my water off the nightstand and gulp as much of it down as I can. So thirsty. My head is banging.
The door opens and Sophie walks out. She sees I'm awake and gives me a big grin. “Hey sunshine - your awake!”
I respond not very positively. “Ugh . . . I see you're in a good mood this morning. You have a lot to answer for girl.”
She frowns. “I do? Why?”
“Because I had to go back to Jack’s room last night, while you were busy.”
She suddenly looks concerned. “Uh oh. You didn't do anything with him, did you? You know I warned you not to do that.”
I remain silent but give her a look then plonk back down onto my back.
“Oh, Robyn. Did you have sex with him?”
I shake my head. “No, but I would have Sophie. You can't tell anyone.”
“What happened?”
“Some girls threw a drink at me, someone that was after Jack, he saw it and came over and brought me back to the hotel as I was soaking. I got the text from you that you were busy, so went back to his room.”
“Well, that doesn't sound so bad. And you didn't have sex with him?”
“Nooooo.” I let my voice trail off.
“Robyn!”
“Other stuff may have happened.”
“What stuff?”
Just as I'm about to tell her there’s a knock on our door. We look at each other, I no doubt look like death and am sleeping in Jack’s t-shirt, Sophie is dressed so she goes to the door.
I see her face once she’s opened it and she steps back “Well hello Jack, are your ears burning?”
Shit, I don't want him to see me like this - I must look a mess. I sit upright and pull the sheet over me. He walks in and his eyes rest on me. They're conveying something to me - I just don't know what.
“Mornin’ Danish.” His voice sounds rough, as though he’s not been awake long.
He turns to Sophie “Hun, do you think I could have a chat with Robyn?”
She looks at me and I shake my head a little as if to say ‘no please don't leave me’.
She smiles at me and winks then turns to Jack. “Sure Jack, I'm going down to breakfast now anyway. You coming down in a while Rob?”
I nod and give her the evils. “Yes, I won't be long.”
She grabs her phone and her key card and goes down, leaving me alone with Jack.
He comes down and perches on my bed. “Hey.” He says softly.
“Morning.” I lick my lips, only because they feel dry, but I think Jack reads the reason as a different one.
“Why did you rush off last night?”
“You had a visitor.”
“She wasn't a visitor, she was someone turning up hoping for a booty call, which she didn't get. If you'd have stuck around you would have known that.”
“I think she came at just the right time, I think I'd lost my mind for a moment there.”
He frowns “Am I really that bad?”
“Come on Jack.”
“Come on, what? What makes it such a mistake? With me?”
“You know it would be a mistake, anything happening between us, you have done nothing but have digs at me or have a go at me since we met, well, met properly anyway, when you found out who I was.”
“Maybe that’s foreplay?”
“Maybe for you, but not for me.”
“I thought we called a truce on the way over?”
I sigh, “We did I know, but just because we called a truce, doesn't mean we should jump into bed together does it?”
“Jesus Danish, you need to relax, you take everything so seriously all the time. Come on, you're having fun here - I know you are. You seemed to enjoy being with me last night.”
I feel myself blush because I really enjoyed being with him last night and he knows it.
“Come on admit it, you're enjoying my company and you enjoyed the magical things I can do with my mouth.”
Oh god, I wish he'd stop talking because reminding me of what it was like is just getting me turned on again. Am I boring? I suppose I do seem serious to him - he has no responsibilities and I'm a mother. I have to be sensible. I have the devil on my shoulder again popping up to tell me that I don't have to be sensible right now, I’ve never let go, had fun, done the hedonistic thing, should I be hedonistic with Jack?
“I . . . I did enjoy it.”
“So what’s wrong with having a little fun? I know you think it’s bad cos of your dad or whatever, but no one needs to know, do they? I know you're attracted to me. I rile you up in a good way and a bad way.”
I give a little laugh. “Yeah . . . you do.”
He leans in and looks at my mouth. “When you smile or laugh, I feel like I could drown in you. You take my breath away.”
How can he say things like that and it only be a casual thing for him? Practice I suppose - plenty of practice.
His lips touch mine softly, he’s waiting to see how I’ll take it. I dart my tongue out and run it along his bottom lip. He groans and deepens the kiss, his tongue touching mine and our mouths open, he kisses me as though nothing else matters. His hand comes up to slide behind my neck.
I groan and lose it. I pull the covers off me and kneel up, our kiss not breaking momentum, I get hungry. I throw my thigh over his body and straddle him.
He breaks off the kiss. “Fuck Robyn. Hell yeah.”
His hands go to my bottom and pull me up to his groin, grinding me on his hard length. Oh god, that feels good. I put my hands on his shoulders and move my hips into his. Feeling his erection through his shorts and my underwear. I moan and kiss him hungrily. His hands slide up my t-shirt, or his t-shirt actually, and find my breasts. A whimper escapes me as his callused hands palm my breasts.
He breaks off the kiss. “Jesus, you're perfect.” He lifts the t-shirt off - over my head so that apart from my knickers, I'm naked.
He looks down at me, breathing heavily. “How can you be real?”
I look at him practically panting, too scared to move. I want his mouth on me, on my breasts. He reads my mind as his mouth dips down and takes a puckered erect nipple into his mouth, licking, biting, sucking. I look down, seeing his head full of dark hair, his mouth close around my nipple, I feel like I'm going to come just watching him. The sensation of him slightly biting my nipple sends a shooting sensation right to my core.
“Oh god, Jack, yes . . . more.”
He looks up at me, his eyes hooded. “You want more?”
I pant “Yeah I do. Right or wrong, I definitely want you.”
His hand slips down a
nd into the side of my knickers, touching me there. Sending shivers all through me. How does he know exactly what to do to make me feel this way?
I moan as I feel his finger slide into me, filling me as deep as it will go. I grind my hips down onto his hand. What is happening to me?
He’s watching me. “You're so fucking sexy.”
He moves his finger in and out again. “If I make you come right now, will you let me fuck you tonight?”
“You can fuck me now.” I gasp, just wanting to feel him.
He shakes his head. “No, I need to go to work now, I want to take my time with you, you promise? I can have you tonight?”
All the time he’s talking he moves his finger in and out of me. He inserts a second finger and crooks it, hitting me in a spot I didn’t even know I had. Oh god, I'm getting close to coming.
I nod. “Yeah Jack . . . you can have me tonight.” I pant - at this moment in time I think I’d agree to anything.
“Give me your mouth.”
I do what he says and kiss him, hungrily, as though I want to consume him. I start to buck my hips into his hand, still straddling him. He uses his thumb to rub my clit and I erupt, I go to take my mouth from his to moan, gasp, whatever - but his hand clamps on the back of my head, forcing me to keep kissing him while riding out my orgasm. It's so hot. My orgasm starts to subside and I shiver as I kiss him. He moves his hand so we break the kiss but look at each other. “I think I could do that every day for the rest of my life. Christ that was intense . . . and hot. And I haven't even come, still, it was really fucking pleasurable.”
I feel guilty. Twice he’s made me come and been left frustrated. I grind my hips down onto his, onto his hard length, feeling sensitive, he groans “Sweetheart, you can stop.”
“I want to make you come.”
He grabs my hips and flips me over, so I have my back to the mattress. His body lies on me, his legs falling in between mine. He kisses me gently, a feather touch to my lips and looks into my eyes. I wish I could read him better. “No, it'll be all the sweeter tonight when I bury myself inside you.” He gives me a quick kiss and then pushes off me.
“You coming for breakfast?” he asks
I nod “I’ll get ready - you want to wash your hands?” I ask, knowing what he’s just been doing with them, then he does something that nearly gives me another instant orgasm there and then - he shakes his head and grins at me, then puts the fingers that he’s just had inside me, in his mouth and draws them out slowly sucking on them. How sexy is that? His eyes on me the whole time. “I think I'm good. You want me to wait for you?”
I shake my head immediately and he chuckles - he knows I don't want anyone to see us together.
“Tonight, remember?”
I nod my head, albeit slightly “Tonight.” I whisper.
He winks and then leaves.
Shit, what have I got myself into here?
When I make my way down for breakfast shortly afterwards, after I’ve spoken to Elijah before school, there’s a coffee waiting for me, just as I like it. Jack stands up and places a hand in the small of my back, he says into my hair “I don't get coffee for everyone you know.”
I look up at him and give him a small smile. Denny and Sophie are quiet at the table watching us. He’s being obvious. I mean, I know I told Sophie something happened and at least the others have gone to the track but still, now Denny is looking at us very strangely.
Jack turns to Denny “You ready?”
Denny nods, knocking back the last of his coffee. “Yeah, you girls coming later? Jacks gonna try and beat his time after lunch.”
I nod “Sure, we’ll be there.”
Sophie speaks up “We’re gonna chill by the pool, we’ll be there around 12. Robyn and I have a little catching up to do!”
We do just that. We relax by the pool; I think about nothing other than tonight and what’s going to happen. I tell Sophie some of what’s happened, but I don't go into detail. I tell her about the game of ‘never have I ever’ though - I figure that the boys will fill her in if I don't. She is as stunned as the others were. Although after last night and this morning, I can’t exactly now say that was my only experience - and after tonight, it won't be true at all.
*****
The track is only twenty minutes away on foot, so Sophie and I decide to walk. It's hot, around ninety degrees, I have a pretty bodycon sundress on with my converse and a baseball cap and my hair in a ponytail. Shades on and we’re equipped with our water ready for the walk.
Sophie can't wait to see Rocco again, she is smitten. They had the best night ever apparently and she’s looking forward to round two tonight. He should be at the track today.
I'm just excited to see Jack again. How stupid is that? I know I should back off from him. If my dad found out that something had happened - he’s such a control freak - he could ruin Jacks career in a second if he wanted to, and everyone else involved too. People that I’ve grown attached to.
It's just while I'm here in Spain that’s all, things seem heightened and we’re in each other’s company all the time - when we're back home things will go back to normal. I’ll go back to being a mum and he’ll go back to being a man-whore. Harsh I know, but true.
We get to the track, get a drink, and make our way over to the guys. Jack is just getting on his bike and sees us. My heart skips a beat seeing him in all his leathers again, straddling that amazing bike. He’s going to be fucking me later.
Jesus Robyn, get your mind out of the gutter.
“Hey.” He nods to us and he looks down at the bottle of water in my hand. “Can I have some?”
I go over to him and give him the bottle - his fingers graze mine as he grabs it. I watch him lift the bottle to his lips and watch his throat move as he gulps down the water. He gives it back to me and I take a drink and put the lid back on. Something in his eyes flash – yeah, he definitely saw Dom drink out of my drink yesterday - it's not lost on him that I wouldn't drink it after that - but I will after Jack does it.
“Good luck on beating your time.”
He smiles at me. “Luck? Like I need luck.”
I roll my eyes and walk away as he chuckles.
He puts his helmet on and Denny sets him off, Harry has his headset on too so that he can communicate to Jack. We go to the screens to watch him. He does a couple of laps, and I watch him weave in and out of the way of other drivers, so gracefully leaning and swaying as he needs to with perfection. It's like an art-form - and he has it down perfectly. I hear Harry saying that time is about to start and then he’s off trying to beat his personal record. He has to do five laps of this track. It's on the third when it happens. We’re all watching. We can hear Jacks voice on the speaker. We hear him say there’s a problem with the exhaust, he says he’s giving up on the record and pulling up. He’s on the track, we’re watching him but then it happens, someone from behind doesn't see that he’s having an issue and clips him. He loses control of the balance of his bike and slides into the side reservation. It's in slow motion. It looks bad. He separates from the bike, him sliding one way and his bike sliding the other. Fuck.
We hear Jacks voice over the speaker “Fuck, can't control it - shit . . .”
Then it goes quiet. I watch the screen, it has zoomed in on the accident. I hear Harry shout “Jack! Jack!” then “fuck” as he throws the headset down and gets on a walkie talky.
I grab onto Sophie's arm, I feel sick. A cart pulls up for Harry and he jumps on it, presumably to head down to Jack. I want to go, but I know it’s not my place, these guys have known him and been at his side for a long time.
I watch the screen and see Jack stand up. I nearly fall over with relief. He’s OK. I need to see him.
Sophie looks at me, relief all over her face. “Thank fuck. He’s OK.”
I sigh “Sophie, Jesus do you think he is?”
“He’s got up and walked away - he’s OK. He'll have to get checked by the paramedic, but he’ll be fine. It's not
the first time and it won't be the last.”
Suddenly I hate that he does this for a living. I could tell with the scars that he’s had accidents before, but seeing one is a whole other story.
It feels like forever for the truck and paramedic truck to come back. The boys have gone out separately to retrieve his bike, I hope there's not too much damage.
Eventually it pulls up, Jack and Harry sat in the back. I lose it when I see him. Lose my cool.
I run over - he’s pulled his leathers down so they're around his waist and his helmet is off. He looks a little worse for wear but fine.
“Oh my god, oh my god. Are you OK?”
He jumps down off the truck but winces slightly. “Calm down Danish, I'm fine.”
“But it looked really bad, are you hurt?”
“Aw, are you worried about me? It was a blip, it happens. Just hope the fucking bike is Ok.”
Now I'm mad. “You hope the bike is OK?”
He nods.
“You hope the bike is OK?”
Everyone is stood around staring at me, I'm making a scene but at this point, I’ve lost it.
“Why do I have a feeling that me crashing has made you mad?”
“It’s made me mad that you care about the bloody bike but not about yourself!”
Denny comes over to me. “Hey, it's OK, part of the job, he’s fine, that’s why he wears leathers.”
I ignore Denny and turn back to Jack. “Are you OK? You winced when you got down from the truck.”
“I'm fine sweetheart, honestly. Don't worry.”
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