Crystal Jake: The Complete EDEN Series Box Set

by Georgia Le Carre

  A little while after, Ma leaves and Lily opens the door.

  ‘Oh, you’re awake,’ she cries with disbelief.

  She comes and stands beside me, fragile as a bit of porcelain. There is a bandage on her temple and a long bruise on her left cheek and blue shadows under her eyes, but she is still so beautiful I want to weep.

  ‘I can’t wait to get my cock into your pussy,’ I tell her and she begins to cry. Huge big tears that roll down her cheeks. I don’t stop her. I know they are tears of joy.

  SEVENTEEN

  Lily

  If I had not made the recording I don’t know how it would have turned out. For many days the papers ran with the story and it was big news. We killed a DS, a highly respected one at that. I told them everything I knew, but I don’t know what happened to Robin. Once I called the office and asked for him. One of the guys picked up the phone and told me he doesn’t work there anymore. I never saw anything in the papers so I guess they just did what they always do. Cover their own asses.

  It is nearly two weeks before we are allowed to take Jake home. The family rallies round. Shane and Dom set up a bed downstairs in one of the reception rooms so Jake doesn’t have to go up the stairs to sleep. Shane and Dom carefully lay him in bed. I hover around helplessly behind them. Jake has become so pale.

  ‘Thanks,’ he tells his brothers.

  I offer them a drink but they leave pretty quickly once Jake has been installed.

  ‘Back later tonight,’ they tell me.

  ‘OK,’ I say as I close the front door. I go back to the living room and Jake is grinning at me.

  ‘God, I’ve missed being home with you,’ he says. ‘Come and kiss me properly then,’ he says.

  I go over feeling suddenly shy. I’ve told him that I love him, but I don’t know whether he heard. If he can still remember what happened after his head trauma.

  I kiss him gently on the lips and his hand comes around my forearm. ‘You call that measly thing a kiss?’

  I laugh. ‘You’re supposed to take it easy.’

  ‘I’m supposed to, but you’re not.’

  I frown at him. ‘What are you talking about?’

  ‘Take off your panties.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘You heard.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Don’t make me get up and bust all these stitches.’

  ‘This is crazy. I can’t believe you’re doing this,’ I say, taking my panties off. ‘Right. They’re off. Happy now?’

  ‘Come closer,’ he invites, his eyes alive with something I haven’t seen for two weeks. Something I was afraid I would never see again.

  ‘Listen, you’re not allowed—’

  ‘To strain. I’m not going to strain. You are.’

  I bite my lip. I want to go over, but I really don’t want to do anything that could harm him.

  ‘If you don’t come, I’m coming to get you,’ he warns.

  I look at him worriedly. ‘Jake…’

  ‘I promise I’m not going to move a muscle. You’re going to do all the work.’

  I take the step closer.

  ‘Spread your legs.’ His voice holds an implacable quality.

  I inch my legs apart, feeling myself getting wetter.

  ‘Open for me, Lily,’ he persuades.

  I spread my legs farther apart and he slips his hand between my legs, slipping his fingers into the crack, playing with the wet folds, collecting my arousal on his fingers. Taking it to his mouth. And sucking it off.

  ‘Take your top and your bra off.’

  I obey.

  ‘And your skirt.’

  He buries his fingers in me. Totally naked with his fingers working on me I moan. ‘Lift one leg and put it on the mattress.’ With my hands resting on the mattress I lift one leg and rest it on the bed as he commands That opens me up to his gaze. I look down myself at the end of his hand. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty.

  My nipples start aching. I am mad for the feel of his mouth on them, sucking, licking, biting. Watching me avidly he glides one finger into me. I shudder, my back arching. He slips his finger out and circles my clit. I push my hips desperately against his hand, wanting the finger back, the blood running hot in my veins. Two fingers enter me. I whimper. His touch slows. The fingers withdraw. A small cry of frustration erupts from my mouth. His fingers hover over the entrance of my sex. I push my hips forward chasing those elusive fingers. He lets me catch his fingers. They slide in.

  He stops moving. I look at him, my body twisted, begging for more.

  ‘If you want it, work for it,’ he says. ‘Fuck my fingers.’

  So I do. I ram into his fingers, two then three, stretching me. My hands are numb from gripping the mattress so hard and my body being twisted uncomfortably. Every thrust increases the discomfort but that is part of the pleasure, too. The pleasure of being overwhelmed, commanded and watched while I fuck his fingers with what should have been shame but isn’t. He watches me avidly until the climax comes for me.

  ‘Oh God!’ I scream, feeling myself fly again with the sensation of being unspeakably filthy, of being wanted so violently by this man. It has been so long.

  Naked and strangely exhausted I climb into bed and carefully lie beside him. For a while neither of us speaks.

  ‘Jake.’ I lift myself onto my elbow. ‘Do you remember what happened in that flat?’

  ‘Some,’ he says, turning his head to look at me.

  ‘Do you remember what I told you?’

  His eyes gleam. ‘Tell me again what you told me and I will see if I remember it,’ he says innocently.

  I smile. ‘I meant every word,’ I say.

  ‘Is it beautiful yet?’

  I frown. ‘Is what beautiful?’

  ‘Remember when you said love should be beautiful. Is it beautiful yet?’

  My eyes fill with tears. ‘Yes, it’s beautiful.’

  ‘I’m glad,’ he says softly. ‘Because it was always beautiful for me. Our meeting was a “magic” of perfect timing. A few seconds later and you would have gone through that side door and we would never have met. I knew from the moment our eyes met that you were mine. And you were already mine in many other lifetimes.’ He reaches his hand out to touch my face, the skin softened by days of lying in bed. ‘I’ve always loved and I’ll always love you. No matter what they throw at us they will never separate us. Even our separation will be illusions. After this life is over I will seek you again, and I will find you again.’

  It dawns on me as I look into Jake’s eyes, that losing Luke tore the life from me, but then the same random hand that took him away intervened again and made the most unlikely suitor become my savior. A tear crawls down my cheek. Maybe I always knew from our first kiss that he was the only one who could have mended my heart.

  He smiles gently, my beautiful, beautiful gangster man.

  —Baby, it's only for you, it's only for you

  Baby, it's only for you, only for you—

  EPILOGUE

  Lily

  I have named them all. That huge one over there is Jakob; his wife is called Elsie. No, I’m not being facetious, she is his wife, once mated, male and female crows stay together for life. I have seen their chicks: beautiful, with bits of yellow on their bills and blue-eyed. I call to Elsie and she flies over and lands on my shoulder. I turn my head and she rubs her beak against my nose. I know most people think that crows are a dull black, but in fact, they have a light violet gloss on their bodies and a greenish-blue gloss on their wings. The violet gloss gleams in the sunlight. I know why Jakob chose her. She is beautiful.

  When Elsie flies back to her mate I walk away. Soon I will have a chick of my own. Two months ago I stopped taking the pill and this morning I peed on a stick that came up with a thin blue line. For a few seconds I had stared at the stick in shock. Unable to move, something irrepressible opening up like a flower inside me.

  I wanted to run into the bedroom and tell Jake straightaway, but I decided to save the news. Aft
er dinner tonight. He is taking me away to Paris. I will tell him then. Mine was in a bathroom but let him remember the moment as something truly special.

  A gift on the anniversary of our meeting.

  A small smile comes to me at the thought of his expression. I know he wants a big family. He has even got names all planned for them. He says he wants at least half a dozen, but obviously he’s not getting that. He tried to pin me down to five. I said two. He said four and we finally agreed on three. But in fact, I am open to four. It all depends on how painful childbirth turns out to be.

  I hope my baby will be green-eyed like him.

  The coming of the child makes my thoughts turn to Luke. I don’t dream so much of him anymore. At first I was sad. As horrible as they were, I felt with their passing, I had lost my last connection to him, but then I realised that the nightmares are not my connection to him. The memory of him doing handstands in the rain, building a snow staircase to Santa Claus and the hundreds of other memories of him are what’s left of him.

  The sky is blue and the sun is warm on my back. I shade my eyes and look to the distance. I can see Jake riding Thor. He is coming in my direction. As ever he is not wearing a shirt. The wind whips at his hair. I feel the vibration of the horse and the man even before I hear them.

  My heart swells with love. I smile up at him. The horse snorts and looks at me with big, liquid eyes. From my pocket I take out a lump of sugar and hold it in the palm of my hand. The horse goes for it. His rough lips brush my skin. Jake gets off, picks me up by the waist and whirls me around.

  ‘Hey,’ I say, laughing. ‘What’s this in aid of?’

  ‘Nothing. Every time I see you I feel such a rush of joy it has to be acted on.’

  I put my hands on either side of his cheeks, look into those gorgeous, magnificent, grass-green eyes of his, and bending my head, kiss him. ‘I love you, Jake Eden. So damn much.’

  And it’s true. I’m crazy about him. He has totally changed my life. I was covered in cobwebs in a cold, dark place until he laid eyes on me. He never took no for answer. And never gave up on me. Ever. He hung in there no matter how bad it looked. He is truly as he says. As tenacious as a gnarled tree.

  ‘I hope you never tire of telling me that,’ he says, gently setting me down on the ground.

  ‘Want some breakfast?’ I ask.

  ‘What am I having?’

  ‘What do you want?’

  ‘Well, today is our anniversary so I want something special.’

  I look up at him. His skin is tanned and healthy and there is a cheeky smile playing about his mouth. One day his skin will crinkle and hang off his bones, but even then I will never tire of looking at him.

  ‘Well, come into the kitchen then,’ I say.

  He fakes wretchedness. ‘There was a time you would have called me into the bedroom.’

  I laugh and open the kitchen door. ‘Did you or did you not have an anniversary blowjob and an anniversary fuck this morning, Jake Eden?’

  ‘I’ll admit, I did.’

  I step inside. It is cool in the house. I go to one of the cabinets and open it. ‘So…’

  He grins. ‘I was hoping for something a bit more on our anniversary.’

  When he is like this I find him impossible to resist. I take out a wooden box and open it.

  Jake comes close. ‘Did they bring you something else today?’

  I take a bit of a child’s broken plastic toy out of my pocket. Red and blue. I hold it out to him.

  He takes it out of my palm and examines it. ‘Fucking hell, it’s hard to keep up with these critters. They keep bringing stuff for my wife.’

  I suppress the laughter that is rising in my throat. ‘I have an Irish joke for you.’

  He groans. ‘Not another one?’

  God! How much I love, love, love this man. ‘Do you want to hear it or not?’

  ‘Does it feature a fork and soup rain?’

  ‘No.’

  He leans his hip against the edge of the counter. ‘All right then.’

  ‘The thing is, this joke can only be told in the bedroom.’

  ‘Lead the way, madam,’ he says, straightening himself eagerly, his eyes shining.

  Well, the joke had eight canned pineapple rings and a bit of whipped cream, but my husband is big, so I had to use twelve pineapple rings and half a can of whipped cream.

  Did my husband enjoy the joke?

  Yeah, any hot-blooded Irishman would. It was good enough to eat.

  And guess who ate it?

  Yeah, me. I’d eat anything off that Irishman…

  In memory of Patrick Eden:

  Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and said, ‘Father, my dog is dead. Could ya be sayin’ a mass for the poor creature?’

  Father O’Malley replied, ‘I’m afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there’s no tellin’ what they believe. Maybe they’ll do something for the creature. ’

  Muldoon said, ‘I’ll go right away, Father. Do ya think five thousand is enough to donate to them for the service?’

  Father O’Malley exclaimed, ‘Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya tell me the dog was Catholic?’

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  Hypnotized

  Georgia Le Carre

  The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

  ―Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  Prologue

  The girl behind the counter smiled at me and licked her lips. Shit. That was an invitation if ever I saw one. Sorry, honey, I’m married. Hey, I’m not just married, I’m in fucking love. I had the perfect life. A beautiful wife, two little terrors, a successful career. In fact, I was poised to dominate my industry.

  The results of my research would soon be made public and I was going to be a star! Life was good.

  ‘Keep the change,’ I told her.

  Her smile broadened and yet there was disappointment in her eyes.

  I grinned and shrugged. ‘If I wasn’t already hooked I’d ask you out. You’re gorgeous.’

  ‘I’m not jealous,’ she said flirtatiously.

  ‘My wife is,’ I told her, and picked up the tray of drinks: cappuccino for me, latte for my wife, and two hot chocolates for my monsters. Suddenly I heard a man shout, ‘Fuck me!’ And though those two words had nothing to do with me, my bod
y— No, not just my body, every part of me knew.

  They concerned me.

  I whirled around, jaw clenched, still clutching the paper tray of drinks—one cappuccino, one latte, and two hot chocolates—as if it was my last link to normality. For precious seconds I was so stunned, I froze. I could not believe what I was seeing. Then instinct older than life kicked in. The tray dropped from my hand—one cappuccino, one latte, and two hot chocolates—my last link with normality falling away from me forever. I began to race toward the burning car. My car. With my family trapped in it. I could see my babies screaming and banging on the car doors.

  ‘Get out, get out of the fucking car,’ I screamed as I ran.

  I could see them pulling at the handles, their small spread palms banging desperately on the glass. I could even see their little mouths screaming for me.

  ‘Daddy, Daddy.’

  It was shocking how frightened and white their little faces were. I could not see my wife. Where was she?

  I was running so fast my legs felt as if they might buckle, but it was as if I was in slow motion. Time had slowed down. At that moment thoughts came into my head at sonic speed, but the disaster carried on in real time. Suddenly my wife lifted her head and I saw her. She was looking out through the window directly at me. I was twenty feet away when I saw everything clearly. I kept on running, but it was like being in a dream where your mother suddenly turns into an elephant.

  You don’t go What the fuck?

  You just carry on as normal even though your mother has just turned into a green elephant. I just carried on running. I no longer looked at my children. My gaze was riveted by the sight of my wife. I was ten feet away when the car exploded. Boom! The force of it picked me up and threw me backwards. I flew in the air and landed hard on the tarmac. I did not feel the pain of the impact. I got onto my elbows and watched the fire consume my family and the thick, black smoke that poured from the wreckage.