by K. L. Jessop
“I’m in two minds whether to fuck you with my mouth or with my pussy,” I say.
“Pussy,” he grunts. “I need to be inside you.”
The greedy girl that I am decides to have both and I take him to the back of my throat, sucking hard and rolling my tongue around the head before take him again. He’s too big for me, but what I can’t fuck with my mouth, I do with my hand, pumping and sucking to bring him to the edge of temptation.
I feel him sit forward and I know I’ve tormented him enough. He pulls me off with a pop. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we left the house this morning. Now, as much as I love your pretty mouth around me, I need to be inside you.”
“You love my mouth around you.” I can’t help the flutter that hits my heart with the word he used.
“Yes, but I love your pussy around me more.” He bites my earlobe and growls. “Ride me.”
I guide myself down on him and my head falls back, my lips parting as the feeling of him filling me deeper and deeper makes me come undone. I’m yet to move. Our franticness from minutes ago has now reduced as we fall into each other.
“Andrew...” His name comes out in whisper as my breath is stolen with our connection. He smooths his hands up my back, tipping down my head so our lips meet once more.
I hold his heated gaze as I give him everything I have, rocking my hip as I support my weight on his knees behind me. He pulls my nipple between his teeth and I arch up into him. We’re rough and dirty and so fucking hot.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he says, stroking the palm of his hand down the centre of my body. I cry out when he circles my clit with his thumb. “You set my soul on fire, Megan.”
My orgasm thunders though me, as sweat beads my lower back. Andrew falls on his back and holds my hips firmly, thrusting into me as he chases his climax. The feelings I have for him have transformed into something that go beyond lust. They run deeper and are nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.
“I don’t want to lose you, Andrew.” My words rush out. He pulls me down to him; the change of angle has me crying out as he now takes the lead. He stiffens beneath me, emptying himself with everything he has as his large hands hold my neck, he whispers.
“You’ve got me.”
***
A few days later, I wake to the most beautiful smell. The sun is streaming into Andrew’s bedroom and the breeze from the open windows dusts over my bare shoulder. These last few days have been perfect, and since our trip to Abbey Town, I now feel the shift in our connection together. I’d like to say we are now in a relationship but I’m unsure why putting that sort of label on it feels strange. I guess I’m just holding back on asking him the question in case he panics and pushes me away.
I lay and concentrate on the soft ripples of the waves crashing the shore, but it’s the glorious smell that’s lingering that intrigues me. I rub my eyes and turn to sit up. My breath is caught when I see the most beautiful bouquet of red and white roses resting on the pillow beside me.
Smelling them, I take the small note that lies under it: I could watch you sleep all day. Come and find me in my office. A.
My heart fills with butterflies. He can be so romantic at times.
Andrew left for work a couple hours ago, so I’ve drifted in and out of sleep since, as I don’t start until noon. Rising from the bed, I place on his shirt before putting the flowers in water and standing them on the coffee table of the living room. I’ve got plenty of time before I start work but I want to be with Andrew. Once showered and dressed into my new curve-hugging dress, I waste no time in heading to the hotel.
“Amelia,” I shout as I head across the lobby.
“I’m sorry do I know you?” she frowns, playfully. “Oh wait. You’re the girl that wasn’t getting any and now that you are, you abandon your best friends.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. I’ve abandoned no one.” I kiss her on the cheek and we carry on walking to the stairs.
“Want to meet up at the beach tomorrow? Rosa keeps pestering me about us all meeting up.”
“You mean she wants the opportunity to fire sexual innuendoes at my brother while his shirt is off?”
“Pretty much,” she smiles.
“Well, I’m up for it.”
“Up for what?” Marcus asks creeping up behind us.
“Meeting up at the beach tomorrow. It’s been a while since we’ve done that with all of us,” Amelia says.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Well let me know times.” We reach the top of the stairs and I turn to head down the hall when Marcus stops me.
“Hey, Megan? Thank you for putting a smile on my boy’s face. He’s gone all dreamy, like all his Christmases have come at once.”
A grin spreads across my face and I feel a little giddy. “You’re welcome.”
Andrew’s office is empty when I arrive, but his suit jacket is on the back of his chair and his manly scent that lingers gives the indication he’s not too far away. I wait in anticipation for him to arrive, smiling to myself about how everyone has noticed the change in him as well as I have, and the way he’s made me feel like a princess with the small gesture of flowers. Sitting in his chair, I wonder how long he would have gone living in the dark if it weren’t for me—if it weren’t for that drinking game kiss he always thought was so ridiculous. Would he ever have had the change to be free or want to be with someone with the possibility of loving again? Could he find a place in his heart to love me?
The physiological affects someone can have on you with their words can be damaging—are damaging. He’s had that from such a young age that he knows no different, and with the harrowing events that happened with Chloe those are the reasons why he’s been afraid to let go and love. It's all because of one person and her twisted evil words.
Against my better judgement, I take my phone and internet search Andrew’s mother Violet. What I’m trying to achieve I don’t know, but I scroll the page until I find a link to her business. Loading the web page of the silver service company, I head for the biography tab. I’m amazed to learn how close his childhood home is to Spring Rose. It’s just a few hours away in the nearest city. Andrew’s shared so much, but in this scenario, he’s shared so little.
I scroll further down, and picture loads. I instantly feel hatred toward the woman looking back at me. With long dark hair and a big white smile, she stands holding up a champagne glass as she poses for the camera. How predictable.
Reading through bullshit on how successful her business is overseas and the support she’s had from good friends and family, my heart stops when another image comes into focus. Violet is standing in what looks to be a garden of some location with another woman. The woman’s chocolate brown hair shines against the light and her brown eyes twinkle with her wide smile. A wedding veil with sparkles and pearls falls around her shoulders and glides into the most elegant lace wedding dress. I know without even asking that the woman is Chloe. I can see why Andrew fell for her—she’s beautiful—but seeing her and putting a face to her name is not the reason why my eyes glass: it’s the wording from Violet that borders under the image.
“My beloved daughter in-law, Chloe, who brings so much love and joy to my world.”
I feel sick to my stomach. I don’t know what’s worse: the fact Andrew isn’t even thought of or the fact Violet’s portraying herself to be someone she isn’t.
“Hey, beautiful.” Andrew brings me out of my stupidity search and makes his way towards me with a smile the size of the ocean. I smile in return and leave my seat before he reaches me, wrapping my arms around his waist, needing to hold him so he can wash away the dull ache in my stomach
“I missed you,” I sigh.
“I’ve only been gone a couple of hours,” he tightens his arms around me. “But I’m glad to be missed. Everything alright?”
“Yeah, fine. I just wanted to see you. How was your meeting this morning?”
“Good. The council have agreed to ex
tend the car park at the back of the hotel.”
“How fascinating,” I say sarcastically.
“It’s not all glamour in this job you know. Anyway, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
I look up at him, resting my chin on his chest. “Sounds intriguing.”
“How do you fancy a date?”
“A date?”
“The Rixton Fair is arriving this coming weekend. I’ve not been in ages and it got me thinking that it’s likely to be something you’re into, so I thought we could go. You up for it?”
My eyebrows lift in complete surprise. “The fair?”
“Do you need me to clarify every sentence for you?” He smiles, causing me to squeal when he jabs his fingers in my waist.
“You mean ‘too many doughnuts, cheeseburgers and being sick from fast rides’ kind of fair?”
He screws his face up. “Hmm, I’ve not really thought this through, but yeah, I guess.”
“Then it’s a date.”
He’s about to answer when Felicity enters his office with a knock. “Forgive me for interrupting, but I’ve been trying to get hold of you, Megan. Don’t you ever answer your phone?”
“Does what you’re about to ask me involve tequila and dancing?”
She frowns. “No.”
“Then that’s why I don’t answer.”
Andrew laughs and pulls out of our embrace. “What can we do you for, Fliss.”
“Megan’s twelve o’clock is early.”
“Ugh,” I huff collecting my bag. “I’ll see you later, handsome.” I kiss him on the cheek and halt as I remember the main reason for wanting to see him in the first place. “No one has ever bought me flowers. They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
He pecks a kiss on my forehead. “It’s only natural that people treat those they care for.”
“True,” I grin. “Only don’t expect a Rolex on your pillow in the morning.”
I head out leaving him laughing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Andrew
“There. You’re done.” I tap Megan on the backside when I finish rubbing the sun lotions on her back.
“My God, it’s so hot.”
It’s late afternoon and the weather is scorching. Everyone has met up at Marbles Cove for the usual get together that we have when Rosa is down, and for the first time since forever I’m looking forward to having the whole weekend off with good friends and my girl.
It’s surprising how quickly someone can make you change. Not so long ago, I’d do anything to keep out of Megan’s reach. Now, I’ve done a complete turnaround. I compliment her every chance I get, I treat her with gifts and I want to show the world just how beautiful she truly is. But this is the man I always was; that part of me has just been waiting to come alive again. I’m not going to lie. This whole thing still scares the hell out of me, and the feeling of rejection and abandonment still sits in the back of my mind waiting to happen, but on the other hand I’m excited to know what this is between us.
“Andrew, darling.” Rosa says under her sunhat and shades. “Are you not at work today?”
“I have a couple days off.”
She looks up surprised, looking at Megan from over her glasses. “Jesus, girl whatever you’re doing keep doing it I don’t think he’s ever taken a day off since I’ve known him.” She turns back to me. “Are you sure you’re not coming down with something, darling?”
“I’m fine, thank you, Rosa.”
“What time is Lucas coming?” Amelia asks everyone as she adds more sun lotion to her legs. She’s in a two-piece swimsuit and an oversized sun hat to protect her pale skin that burns easily with having such red hair.
Rosa bolts upright from where she’s lying. “Why didn’t anyone tell me Lucas was coming?”
“Why the hell do you think?” Marcus replies sarcastically, causing me to laugh.
“Oh, I can’t wait to hug that boy,” Rosa adds eagerly. “He sends my blood pressure sky high when that shirts comes off.”
“Mother,” Marcus warns.
“Well you’d best take a deep breath because he’s on his way.” I nod in the direction of Lucas who’s running down the beach with a board under his arm like a model in some promo ad.
“How’s it going, people?” he says, placing his board on the sand and going to Amelia and Megan to kiss their cheeks, before slapping Marcus on the back and heading for me. “Andrew, my man. Do you wanna kiss too?”
“Like fuck I do,” I chuckle, getting beers from the cooling box Marcus brought and handing them out.
“Lucas, my sweet boy,” Rosa beams, throwing her arms around him as he lifts her off the sand to kiss her cheek.
“Hello, gorgeous. You look fantastic, as ever. How are you?”
“Still waiting for that booty call you promised me.”
“Oh, my God, you didn’t!” both Marcus and Megan say in unison.
“Oh, he did,” she informs them, resting against him with a look on her face that suggests she’ll answer his dirty call with just as much smut.
“All in good time, Rosa,” he winks.
“Well, while I wait, be an angel and take off that shirt. I’m getting a little excited.”
The look on Marcus’s face is priceless as the girls and I grin at the pair of them in amusement. Lucas lets out a low laugh and strips his shirt to reveal his washboard chest as Rosa’s hands instantly roam over him.
“Dude, I’ve told you before: don’t encourage her.”
“Marcus, darling, do I embarrass you?”
“Whatever made you think that, mum?”
I laugh at Marcus’s matter-of-fact response as the pair stand before us posing like some book cover photo-shoot is about to take place.
“Oh, girls,” Rosa sighs happily. “Just look at this physique. Doesn’t it make your mouth water?”
“Funnily enough, no,” Megan adds with a look of horror on her face, causing everyone to laugh.
As the afternoon goes on, the cheerful atmosphere within the group never fades. Lucas does his famous thing of running up behind Megan and throwing her into the water—followed by Amelia—before us boys hit the waves with our boards whilst hearing the laughter from the women on the shore. Even though I’ve been around these guys for quite some time now, and some of them years, it’s only now I feel at home. It’s as though I’ve been in my own world and only just found my way back. It’s all thanks to the sassy blonde, without her invasion in my life I would still be sat alone nursing a whiskey and not realising there is so much more to life that work and a dark room.
I grab a beer and sit down on the sand next to Marcus as he looks at his phone. He looks a little frustrated. “You know if the wind should change you’ll look like that forever.”
“And I’ll still be the better looking one out the pair of us.”
I chuckle. “What’s on your mind?”
“My old-school friend Victoria Foster. I’m still trying to find her but I keep hitting a dead-end.” Since his Marcus move back to Spring Rose has been searching for Victoria, his best friends from childhood that he lost contact with in his early teens when his family move to London.
“Maybe she just doesn’t want to be found.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not her. Victoria wouldn’t just disappear. She loved this place as much as I did.”
“I hate to say this,” Lucas adds over hearing our conversation. “But have you ever stopped to think that you might not be able to find her because she no longer alive?”
The look Marcus shoots him is deathly.
“Just a theory.”
“And it’s a theory I’m not going to entertain!” Marcus has always been one to never lets a task fail him. He’ll go all out until he gets what he wants which is why this situation is frustrating him as he has no strong leads in finding his Victoria.
“Well if I can help in anyway just let me know.”
“Thanks man, I appreciate that.” He cups my shoulder. “In the
meantime pretty boy, how’s life now your sex drive is back?”
I grin. “Pretty good actually She’s a firecracker.”
“About fucking time, I’ve only been telling you for months to get your head out your ass and see what’s right in front of you.”
“Yeah I know.”
“So do you see a future?”
“Jesus, Marcus it’s only been a few weeks.” The future’s a big thing to think about but at the same time is doesn’t scare me either.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grins. “However, I suggest you go give her some attention, because if the wind goes change, she’ll look like that forever.”
My eyes fall to Megan, who’s laid on her stomach drawing pictures in the sand. It’s rare to see her this quiet and from that, I know something is off. “Hey,” I say, tucking the hair behind her ear. “Everything ok?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Come in the water with me.”
We head down to the water away from the noise of the others. The sun is low but the warmth continues to ricochet against our bodies so the cool water is a comfort. Taking Megan’s waist, I pull her close and turn us so her back is to the shore, the water splashing against our stomachs.
“What’s wrong?”
She sighs and pokes her lip out. “I had a text from Neil. I can move back home as of tomorrow.”
Shit.
That wasn’t what I expected her to say. In all honesty, I’d forgotten about her house issue. “It’s good news, right?”
“Yeah, but where will that leave us? Will there still be an us?”
Why is she even questioning this? I lift her chin and find her eyes. I’ve got used to having her in my life. Why would I let her go now? “It doesn’t change a thing, baby.”
“You sure?”
“More than sure. Just because we won’t be under the same roof doesn’t mean that this has to stop.”
“You’re amazing,” she beams.
I kiss her lips. “I’m looking forward to taking you to the fair this weekend.”
“Me too. I’m so excited.” Suddenly she flinches and practically leaps out the water. “Oh fuck, what was that?”
