“Please Jay,” I begged as I fucked his fingers relentlessly and without shame.
Miles’ teeth were clenched so hard I swore he was going to give himself a migraine. Looking over my shoulder at Jay, he growled, “Will you get your cock in her arse and fuck the girl into next week! I’m struggling to hold back here.”
I felt Jay shift behind me and Miles stilled inside me. My mouth fell open when Jay pushed inside slowly and deliberately, his cock sliding in easily after his religious prep.
“Oh fuck!” I breathed as the fullness touched every part of my need and pleasured it with a magnitude I’d never experienced before. Every bone in my body vibrated in bliss and as Jay started to move in and Miles pulled out I started to tremble at the force of the climax that formed.
“Oh shit!” Miles cried out as he started to pump faster, his thrusts deep and hard as Jay’s became just as brutal and ferocious.
“Fuck Bea,” Jay snarled, “Your arse is milking my cock.”
I started to move on them, greedy for my orgasm as I fucked them both as hard as they fucked me. We established a rhythm, each of us fucking one another with a violent need as our erotic groans fuelled our raw self-indulgence.
“That’s it baby, ride us. Use us.”
As my orgasm burst and I screamed with the pure ecstasy that stormed every cell in my body, Miles swore and gripped my hips, thrusting himself into me as he filled the condom with his spunk. Jay’s strokes slowed as he pushed deep and unforgivingly inside me, his hands yanking at my hair so he could pull me back and cover his mouth with mine. I swallowed his cry as he spewed warm cum into my arse, his body trembling with pleasure over me.
“Holy fuck!” Jay wheezed as he slipped out of me and slid to the floor, pulling me with him and guiding me onto his lap as Miles let out a loud groan and flopped back onto the sofa. His mouth rested in my hair and he kissed my head over and over again. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I yawned and sighed as my body hummed blissfully. “I’m super.”
Jay chuckled and squeezed me tight. “Super, huh?”
I sighed contentedly and snuggled into him as my heavy eyes closed. I was completely relaxed, lethargy taking over now the adrenaline had plummeted and my body was thoroughly sated.
“Bed,” Jay whispered as he climbed off the floor and lifted me into his arms. I didn’t even have the strength to chuckle when Miles started to snore shockingly loud.
“Noisy bastard,” Jay grumbled as he carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed, sliding in behind me and pulling me into the curve of his body.
“I love you,” he whispered as sleep demanded my consciousness and I echoed his sentiment.
Chapter 32
Jay
The following Thursday I was kissing Beatrice like my life depended on it. Completely regretting that I had told Miles I’d go to Vegas my fingers clawed at her hair as I refused to let her take a breath and engrained her taste to memory.
She eventually pulled away and giggled. “You’re only going for three days.”
“Three days of being without you and your sweet little kisses. Three days of not seeing your smile and three days of not hearing you scream my name like a banshee while my cock pleasures your hot little pussy.”
She smiled softly and reached up to my face, her warm hand cupping my cheek. “I’m going to miss you too. But please have a good time. Life’s been shit to both of us for so long and you deserve a break.”
Miles groaned beside me and nudged me. “I know you think you’re celebrity status but if we don’t actually hurry they’ll be taking off without us.”
Throwing him a glare I pressed my lips hard against Bea’s then pulled away quickly. “Make sure you stay with Elijah!” I warned as I walked through the gates to board the plane.
“I promise,” she shouted after me, and then she was gone.
I missed her already.
Syed smirked at me as he slipped on his belt and settled back into the chair. Ignoring him I stared out of the window and hunted across the large window in the lounge to see if I could spot Bea. When my heart sank with her absence I rested my head back and attempted to get some shut eye.
I heard her voice filter through my sleep addled brain before I’d even opened my eyes and seen her. My eyes snapped open and swung left and right as I hunted for her.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I growled.
Syed frowned then followed my gaze and shrugged, “Miles invited her.”
“Why?” I barked out, “What the fuck! It’s a dude only weekend, it’s always a dude only weekend!”
Syed gawped at me when I clambered over his knees and sought out Miles. He was sat beside Belinda, laughing at something she was saying quietly in his ear. I couldn’t believe my eyes when her hand snaked up his leg and her nails stroked his obvious erection through his shorts. I struggled to push back the growl that tore up my throat.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Both of them stared up at me, Miles had the decency to look contrite but Belinda gave me a sickly sweet grin. “Isn’t it great, Miles invited me along.”
“Why?” I snapped at him, making them both blink in shock with the fury that spewed from me.
“Why is it a problem?” Miles asked casually, “It’s only Belinda. She’s practically one of the guy’s. Well apart from when you’re inside her pussy.”
They both laughed. I couldn’t do anything but stand and glower at them. “She never comes with us, Miles, so why now?”
Billie looked at me, her face shrouded with hurt when she saw my anger. “I thought we were friends Jay.” She genuinely looked hurt and a part of me hated that I was being a prick but this weekend, and that exact moment in time, I was struggling with my needs and the knowledge of what Billie could give me was making the blood roar around my body. Miles glared at me and shook his head with annoyance when he saw how ‘upset’ Belinda was.
Billie glowered at me over Miles’ shoulder, “You needn’t worry, I know when I’m not wanted. I’ll make sure to stay away from you.”
Miles turned back to her and grabbed hold of her hand. “Don’t let him get to you Bill, you can spend the weekend with me. Besides Jay’s under the thumb now, I have a feeling he’ll be no fun.”
“Fuck you!” I hissed as I made my way back to Syed.
Tom leaned over from the seat behind. “I wanted to warn you, Jay but I figured you wouldn’t come if you knew, and it wouldn’t be the same without you. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. How long have Miles and Billie been an item?”
“I didn’t know they were,” Syed answered. We all looked up when both Miles and Belinda came rushing over to us. Miles pushed in beside Tom as Billie squeezed between Syed and I as she held out a selfie stick and clicked it, capturing us all in a photo.
“What the hell, Bill!” I grumbled.
She rolled her eyes and lightly slapped my arm. “Oh relax grumpy. We’re both going and there’s nothing either of us can do about it now we’re already halfway there. I don’t think the pilot would be too accommodating if you asked him to turn around. Let’s agree to just be friends for this weekend, the last one we’ll get to spend together now you’re virtually married.” Her wide eyes begged as she pouted dramatically and fluttered her eyelashes.
“Fine!” I relented, actually feeling guilty. I did feel like I had used her until something better had come along, so Belinda must have been thinking it. And knowing she was in love with me made things ten times worse. I had feelings for her, I wouldn’t deny that. Belinda could give me the life I knew would feed the darkness in me, sate the dragon that craved the fire of pain. She was as eager with the whip in her hand as she was with it striking her own flesh, therefore for me and my sick needs she was a match made in heaven. So agreeing that, for one weekend, we’d get along she beamed at me and kissed me softly on the cheek.
We all blinked when a phone camera flash blinded us. “Yay, let get t
his party started.” Miles called over the hostess and the drinks started to flow, plentiful and rapidly and by the time we hit the US, we were all on our way to the start of a marathon of alcohol and fun…. And sex.
Chapter 33
Bea
I hated how much I missed Jay. We’d only been together for a while and already my soul was dependant on him, my nerves only calm when I was with him and the beat of my heart only regular with his closeness. He was like a narcotic to my soul, the only thing that could tranquillize the rage and storm in my bones.
After only two days of being separated I physically ached. The grief over Noah’s death hit me harder when Jay left me. I’d refused to think about it before but now, sat sorting shit out with Ollie and Jack I was struggling.
“So, we’re all sorted?” Ollie asked, finalising the arrangements for Noah’s funeral on Monday.
I didn’t verbally agree but just gave him a simple nod when my phone beeped.
Mia:
Fancy a night out?
Me:
Do I ever! Pulse, 9?
Mia:
You’re on, I’ll grab the others and meet you in there.
Relief washed over me. My mouth had been watering for a different substance than alcohol but a few vodkas would do the trick. I couldn’t go back to heroin, I just couldn’t. I owed it not only to myself but to Noah – and Jay. Jay had a faith in me that was unwavering. I was in love with him – deeply, and his trust was everything.
He would be back the next day and I couldn’t wait to just touch him, feel him under my skin and hear his voice again. I was a little disappointed that he hadn’t rang me but I put it down to the time difference, he was awake and partying when I was curled up in bed.
The notification bar at the top of my phone alerted me to a friend request on Facebook and scrolling down I found Miles Genders grinning face. I liked Miles, he had been fun and his happy profile picture had the memories of last week storming through my mind, sending heat to my lower half.
A little intrigued, I accepted his request and clicked on his profile. My heart thudded when a picture posted to his wall a day ago was of him with Jay and another couple of guys… and Belinda.
My eyes stung and I blinked to ease the sharp bite as I scrolled further down and found one just of Jay and Belinda, her pouty lips attached to his cheekbone. Anger and jealousy thundered through me, my jaw clenching so hard I physically felt one of my teeth crack. I trusted Jay, it wasn’t that, but he’d sworn to me that it was a male only weekend that they did it every year. So why was she there? My head torturously played with my emotions. I knew she could give Jay what he wanted, pain. And I couldn’t. Plus she’d been around for a long time, they had a connection that I could never compete with. I admitted that I had felt a little sorry for her when she had turned up out of the blue at Jay’s house and found me there, it was obvious she was in love with him, so that must have hurt a lot. And to top it off, I hadn’t been very nice to her.
“Everything okay, short arse?” Dylan asked when he noticed my tension.
Forcing a smile, I closed my phone and nodded. “Yep, just sorting a night out.”
“You make sure to take Elijah,” Ollie warned. I didn’t have the energy to argue so I nodded.
My veins were rumbling with need, a need to get high and dull every painful part of me until I no longer felt anything except the blissful numbness only the brown could give. I couldn’t get that photo out of my head. They looked happy, really happy. My mouth dried when I thought of the ‘what ifs’ so I forced them from my mind.
I just needed a good night out with my friends. Jealousy was a cruel emotion that hurt, but in the end it was jealousy, not reality.
Elijah smiled widely at me when I climbed back into the huge Chrysler he insisted on driving me around in. I, myself, thought it was an ugly vehicle but it was comfy and it was Elijah driving, I was just the passenger.
Sensing my solemnness, he smiled sadly. “All sorted?”
“Yeah,” I answered softly as we pulled away from Noah’s house. “I’m supposed to tell you I’m off out tonight, but I completely understand if you have things to do, I’ll be with my friends so…”
“It’s fine. I’ll escort you.”
I smiled in relief. “Thank you, what would I do without you?”
“Have some privacy,” he joked.
Nodding, I chuckled, “Yeah, but I prefer my privacy AND my life, so if it means forgoing one for the other then I’d rather keep breathing.”
“Well there’s one thing,” he smirked through the rear-view mirror at me. “If you’re dead you’ll have all the privacy you want.”
Nodding slowly, I thoroughly agreed with him. “Do you have a family, Elijah?”
He shook his head, “Nah, only a brother now.” He glanced through the mirror again.
“Now?” I knew I was being nosy but the way he had ended his sentence with ‘now’ meant that at one point he’d had someone else.
He sighed. “I lost my wife six years ago.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s fine.” Shaking his head, he checked his mirrors, something he did regularly, but I guessed that was part of his job. Elijah appeared to be aware of everything around him and that made me feel safe, something I hadn’t in a long while.
“Well, hang in there. I know I’m silly and ditzy at times but I seemed to have found happiness again, which I never expected after my marriage failed.”
“Jay ‘The One’ huh?” There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t interpret, it was heated but sad, the usual blue twinkle in his eyes dulling to a sombre grey. I had the feeling he was lonely, this big huge giant was lonely, and that saddened me.
I just smiled. “I hope so.”
And that’s all I could give him.
***
The beat of the music and the strobe lights pirouetting around the room were making my head throb. It was late and we were all well on our way to a happy detachment. Mia and Leo were strutting their thing on the dancefloor as Emma, me and Elijah sat in one of the booths. The heat of the room made me sweat and my hair clung to the nape of my neck.
“Bloody hell!” I grumbled as I chugged down a glass of ice water Elijah had kindly fetched me from the bar. “I’m melting. I look a mess!” I knew my make-up had ran down my face with the slickness of perspiration dripping down me.
“You look fine!” Elijah grumbled as he swallowed down some water of his own. His eyes were everywhere and even when I’d been dancing with my friends, he was there, bang beside me. Once or twice I’d caught his eyes roaming over my tight black dress but he’d just smirked at me when his eyes to lifted back to my face. He wasn’t embarrassed or even guilty looking and after a head full of vodka, I just chuckled and carried on. He’d been hit on numerous times, but as my bodyguard he’d politely told each woman to move along.
“Budge up,” someone said from the side of me. I looked up into the beautiful grinning face of Ava Fox.
“Hey!” I greeted with a large smile when Mason and Nate slid in beside Elijah. Liv and Ava bumped in beside me. “Fancy seeing you here.”
She rolled her eyes at the cliché, “Seems as though Mason owns the place this is where you’ll usually find us.”
“Ahh,” I acknowledged with a nod. “That I did not know!”
Nate chuckled, “Are you drunk, Beatrice Vine?”
“I am, Mr Carter.”
Waving off my use of his surname, he shook his head. “Bea, I think it’s okay to call me Nate, after all, you are virtually living with my son.”
I grinned at that. My head was swimming with the alcohol in my system and my inhibitions had fucked off around two hours ago, loosening my mouth and clogging the filter from my brain to my vocal chords. Pointing at him, I winked. “And hell, is your son making me happy in EVERY department.”
“La, la, la…” Liv sang, covering her ears.
“Oops,” I giggled.
Ava nudged me with her elbow and laughed. “Do not go there,” she sniggered, “According to Liv, Jay does not have a sex life.”
“Oh I can assure you he does… he most certainly does!”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Liv squealed, pulling her phone from her bag. “I’m going to pretend I’m not listening while I check Facebook and you talk about things my son does not do.”
“You’re just a prude,” Ava mocked then turned to me. “So come on then, spill, I’ve always wondered what Jay was like in bed. He looks goooood.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Mason grumbled and glared across the table.
“What?” Ava asked innocently, “I’m only enquiring, I’m not asking for a bloody DVD.”
“Talking of DVD’s,” Liv waggled her eyebrows at Ava. “You talk about my son’s…” she dropped her voice to a whisper and shivered, “…sex life, then I’m popping the copy I have of you and Mason in the clubs media system. All the people in this room will watch you getting banged hard up against a wall on each and every large screen. PornHub will be contacting you with wads of dosh for a copyright!”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Ava gasped, narrowing her eyes into a fixed stare.
Liv giggled and held up her phone, the screen showing what looked like a paused video. “Oh look, I even have a copy on my phone. I could upload it to them right now!”
“You do?” Nate asked with his mouth open in an ‘O’. “Send it me!”
“What the fuck!” Mason growled when Liv nodded and Nate pulled out his phone.
When a range of pings sounded around the table, everyone’s phones going off at the same time, Ava gasped loudly. “Hell Liv! You never did!”
Liv laughed and shook her head, “Relax, I’m not that cruel.” She turned her phone to Ava, “It’s just Jay inboxing me.”
“Oooh snap,” Mason and Nate chuckled as they each held up their phone.
“Eh,” Elijah mumbled as he also took his phone from his jacket pocket. “Looks like he’s inboxing all of us.”
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