“Right, and…”
“Dean’s not in the army. He’s a mechanic for Arthur,” he says through his laughter.
My mouth drops open in shock.
“Fair play to him, though, he’s clearly had a fantastic weekend pretending to be a solider.”
“Wanker,” I mutter.
“What? Don’t you think it’s kind of funny?”
“Yes and no. Frankie’s ecstatic about her fantasy coming true and he’s lied to her. What’s he going to do next week when she’s expecting him to put his uniform on and head back to work?”
“No clue. Knowing Dean, he probably hasn’t thought that far ahead.”
I’m not sure if I’m pissed off that Jay’s mate has outright lied to Frankie, or if I’m amused by the whole thing like he is. Frankie is going to be gutted.
“So…” Jay asks. “Know anyone else with that fantasy?”
“Not that I know of. I don’t think soldiers are all that hot, really.”
“Ouch,” he says, putting his hand over his heart, making me laugh. “That’s a real shame because I know a solider who’s got some moves.”
“They also tend to be a little big headed.”
“It’s not my head you need to worry about the size of,” he deadpans.
“Oh please. I’ll believe that when I see it. What the fuck are you doing?” I squeal when he makes a show of taking his hands off the wheel in favour of his waistband.
“I’m joking,” he says with a laugh as he takes control of the car again. “I’ve had no complaints though, just so you know.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Do you have any idea where we are?” We went past the sign for the Lake District over an hour ago but soon found ourselves in the middle of nowhere with no phone or GPS signal. We haven’t seen a house or any kind of life form other than sheep for miles.
“Not exactly.”
“By that you mean no, right?”
“We’ll come across something eventually.”
“You really think we’re going to find a B&B out here?”
“No. Maybe a town, though. There’s got to be one at some point.”
We continue driving through the gorgeous countryside as we watch the sun set over the mountains ahead. I get the feeling we’re going to be spending the night in Jay’s car. I was all for not planning this trip, but I’m now feeling a little stupid for not at least aiming for a B&B, or a town where we might find one.
“Look, there are lights over there,” Jay says as we drop down a hill. It’s been dark out for hours now, we’re both starving, and I’m desperate for the toilet. I don’t have the luxury of being able to relieve myself on the side of the road like Jay did a few miles back.
“Oh please, god, let it be somewhere to stop.”
Jay laughs but continues driving towards the lights. For a building that looks to be fairly close, it takes a hell of a long time to get to with the winding roads. By the time we pull up to the somewhat derelict old farmhouse, I start to have second thoughts about stopping here.
“It’s got a B&B sign,” Jay points out sceptically.
“Hmmm.” Said sign was missing most of its letters and hanging at an angle. If it’s an indication for how unloved this B&B is, I’m not sure it’s where we should be staying. It already looks like it could be the setting for a murder mystery programme.
“How badly do you need the toilet exactly?”
“Badly, but I’m still questioning this decision.” Maybe peeing in a bush wouldn’t be so bad.
“Come on. I’m sure it’s owned by some lovely old couple who just struggle with maintenance.”
I try to go with his way of thinking but I can’t seem to get the idea out of my head that we could quite easily be killed here and no one would ever find us. I think I watch too many unsolved murder documentaries.
My desperate situation means that when he pulls the car to a stop and goes to get out, I rush to do the same.
We’re just about to give up after standing at the front door for a few minutes with no response when there’s some noise from inside. The door gets opened slowly to reveal the most hillbilly man I’ve ever seen in real life. His hair is long and greasy, his teeth are either black or missing entirely, and he’s wearing the stereotypical checked shirt and threadbare jeans. He’s not that old, so Jay’s assumption of this place belonging to an old couple wasn’t right. I’m fairly sure my idea about being murdered here could be closer to reality, because this guy has a look in his eye I really don’t like.
“Hi, sorry, we’re a little lost and need a bed for the night.”
“And a toilet,” I add.
“Oh…uh…yeah, sure.” I swear I see an evil little smile appear on his lips. “Come in, toilet’s down there on the right.”
I give Jay a concerned look but he nods for me to go ahead. I really want to refuse but it’s getting pretty painful now, so with an unsure smile at him, I head off.
It’s a sight to behold. The toilet and basin are avocado green, the tiles are an aqua blue colour and covered in a layer of mould, and I can hardly see the taps for the limescale. Thankfully, I’ve got some anti-bacterial gel in my bag so I forego the hand washing facilities in favour of that.
When I find Jay, he’s stood at a rickety old reception desk with a room key in his hand. My stomach turns over at the sight. I really don’t want to stay here; it gives me the willies.
“It’ll be okay,” Jay says, obviously reading the look on my face.
We grab the bags from the car before venturing to our room; after seeing that toilet, I dread what it might be like.
I stand behind Jay as he puts the key in the lock and pushes the door. Nothing happens so he gives it a quick shove with his shoulder and after a loud creak, it opens. He doesn’t give anything away as he walks in ahead of me, but even still, I hold my breath.
When Jay stands aside, I get my first look. I could already see the bare floor but the walls are almost the same. There are just a few bits of wallpaper here and there. When I look into the room, there is a double bed in the middle with a naked mattress, and a single chest of drawers in the corner. That’s it.
“Uh…” I go to announce my refusal to stay here when there’s movement behind me.
“I’m sorry it’s not much. Here’s some clean bedding though, and a new duvet and pillows,” Hillbilly says, handing everything over along with a couple of soggy looking sandwiches.
“It’s fine. We just need a bed.”
“Well, the bathroom is down the hall. You’re my only guests and Mother and I use the one upstairs, so it’s all yours.”
Jay thanks him again, because words elude me.
“This is very domesticated,” Jay comments when we’re halfway through making the bed together.
“None of this is what I was expecting to be doing this week.”
“Me neither,” he says sadly.
“What were you planning on doing before we ran off together?”
“No idea. Probably would have spent it either in bed or at the pub with Dean. I know you saw my mum the day we left, so you understand why I wasn’t happy about being there.”
“Why come back? Why not book a holiday or something?”
“Same reason you didn’t go off to uni like you wanted, I guess. Some kind of fucked up loyalty to my mother. She was an incredible mum. When I think back to my childhood, there isn’t anything I would change. I had what I thought was the perfect family. My parents were still together, and as far as I knew, they were happy.”
“What happened?”
“Dad suddenly announced he’d met someone else. He packed his bags that same day and we haven’t seen or heard from him since. Mum fell apart. She started with alcohol, then came the drugs, and now…well, you saw the state of her. Every time I come back I expect to find her dead.”
“I’m so sorry.”
Jay shrugs it off and continues making the bed, clearly putting his memories behind him
again.
“What’s wrong? You look like you want to say something.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…I really want a shower.”
“Sooo…go have one.”
“That guy really freaks me out.”
“Well, don’t invite him to join you then,” he says with a laugh, clearly not understanding my issue.
“That wasn’t what I meant, you idiot. I just don’t want to go alone,” I admit.
“You want me to shower with you?” I see a smile twitch at his lips and his eyes darken a few shades.
“Not with me, just be in the room.”
“You want me to sit in the room whilst you’re naked in the shower?”
“Yeah.” Hearing him say it aloud makes me realise how pathetic I’m being about this, but I don’t care.
“What if it’s got a glass door?”
“You’ll have to keep your eyes shut.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“If I wanted you to see me naked, I’d have invited you to join me in the first place.”
“What if I want to see you naked?”
“Jay,” I huff. “Will you please just come with me?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you.”
I gather my stuff and we go to check out the bathroom. Much to Jay’s disappointment, there isn’t a glass shower door, just a mostly mouldy orange curtain which really sets off the blue bathroom suite.
I have to give him credit because he turns around when I ask him to, and I’m pretty confident he doesn’t peek, either.
He spends the whole time I’m showering complaining about how torturous the whole experience is for him. It amuses me greatly.
When we’re walking back towards our bedroom, I’m reminded of why I wanted Jay with me, because loitering outside our room is the hillbilly.
“Is everything okay?” Jay asks when we get closer.
“Oh…uh…yeah. I was just checking on you guys.” The way he says it and the look in his eyes creep me out. He then notices me stood behind Jay, and his eyes drop to my bare legs. I made Jay give me his hoodie so I didn’t have to walk out in just my cami and shorts in case this exact thing happened. I hear a weird growl-like noise come from the back of Jay’s throat before the guy backs off down the hallway.
“You locked the door, right?”
“Yeah, but he owns the place, so I’m sure he could get in if he wanted to.” Jay’s answer doesn’t put my overactive imagination to rest at all. “You’re right, he’s creepy,” he admits for the first time.
Jay lets us into our room and hands me the key so I can lock it myself. I think he’s beginning to understand how uncomfortable I am.
I turn back around after pulling the key out to find Jay stood right in front of me. He’s looking at me with hunger in his eyes and a small smirk playing on his lips.
“What?”
“You’ve no idea, do you?”
“Uh…”
Instead of explaining, he reaches back and pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it onto the bed behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“Distracting you.”
My mouth opens in shock.
“You tell me when to stop, and I will.”
I nod at him to show I understand, but I can’t form words because my heart’s hammering so damn hard my brain’s gone fuzzy, and I have a whooshing sound in my ears.
It’s like time stands still as I wait for him to do something, but the second he touches me, someone presses fast forward.
He steps towards me and his lips go to my neck. They dance over my skin as he peppers kisses from my ear to my collarbone. I lean my head to the side to give him the access he needs.
My heart continues to hammer, and tingles fire around my body, but they all meet between my legs. I’ve never felt anything like it but I already know I don’t want it to stop.
Jay moves his head back at the same time I feel him start to lower the zip on his hoodie. He stares into my eyes for a few seconds before he drops it and stares at my chest like it’s not still covered by my cami.
“You’ve no idea how hot you are, do you?” I bite down on my bottom lip. I have no idea how to respond to a question like that. “Fuck.” He lifts his thumb to my mouth and pulls my lip from my teeth. “Mine,” he mutters before he crashes our lips together.
He kisses me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. His tongue licks and caresses while his teeth nip and tease. His hands slip inside his hoodie and rest against my waist. I can feel his fingers twitching to move and explore, and in a moment of madness, I grab his wrists and encourage them to do just that.
Slowly, he slides his hands up my ribs before he grabs on to my breasts. A moan I wasn’t expecting falls from my mouth as he squeezes. “Oh my god,” I breathe against his lips. I feel him smile, obviously pleased by my response.
He kneads my breasts for a few more seconds whilst he continues to kiss me. Then, his hands lift off before I feel him pinch my nipples. I suck in a sharp breath as what I can only describe as a bolt of lightning strikes between my legs.
“You look so hot, coming apart. If my hands make you like this, I can only imagine what else I could achieve,” he mumbles into my neck.
“Please,” falls from my mouth. I think it shocks him as well because he suddenly pulls back from me a looks into my eyes.
I stare back at him, silently pleading for more.
“You sure?”
I can only nod my reply. What he’s done to my body has turned my brain to mush.
“Okay then,” Jay says before lifting me so I’m pinned against the door by his hips. He grabs my thighs and wraps them around his waist, making his hardness press into the exact spot that’s pulsing with need. The pressure against my sensitive flesh makes my head fall back. “Has anyone ever made you come before?”
I keep my eyes shut and shake my head.
“Good. I’d want to kill any fucker who’d already had the chance to touch you. You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure you know it. You’ll be feeling the after effects for days,” he promises.
His continued hip movement ensures I’m unable to respond with more than a moan.
His lips continue exploring the skin of my neck before he ventures down over my collarbone and alone the edge of my cami.
“Are you particularly attached to this?” he asks as he tugs at the strap.
At this exact moment, I’d tell him I’m not attached to my legs if it meant he’d continue what he’s doing.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he says when I don’t respond.
Seconds later, I hear a rip before cold air surrounds my boobs. My head lifts from the door and my eyes spring open. When he comes into focus, he’s staring right at my bare chest. After a couple of seconds, his eyes lift to mine. They’re dark and hungry, and I’m sure there’s a warning in them. My mouth waters for him as I take in his pained face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful and your tits are fucking perfect.”
He leans forward and I feel the incredible heat of his mouth as he sucks on one of my nipples. The feeling of his tongue running slowly around my sensitive peak has me trying to close my legs, but the only thing I achieve is to press him harder into me.
“You taste like heaven,” he says, licking across my skin to my other nipple.
I’m panting and moaning as he continues to torture me. My whole body’s tingling and the tension inside me is beginning to get unbearable. I have no idea what it is I need him to do, but it doesn’t stop me begging for it.
“You want more?” he grates out, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Yes, yes,” I repeat.
All of a sudden, I’m moving. I’m pulled away from the door before being lowered to the bed seconds later.
“Tell me you want me to make you come,” Jay demands.
Embarrassment flows through me and I have the sudden need to cover myself up. Jay must sense it because he st
raddles my hips and pins my wrists together above my head in one of his hands. The other slowly teases the skin of my breasts. I can’t help myself and I shamelessly arch my back as I try to get more of his touch.
“That’s what I want—you begging for it. Begging for me to tip you over the edge,” he says as he stares down into my eyes. “Now, tell me what you want, Erin.”
I can’t find the words he wants me to say. This is all new to me and I can’t help fearing I’m going to say it wrong or sound stupid.
“Tell me to make you come, or I’ll stop. I need to know it’s what you want.” To drive his point home, he pinches one of my nipples and I feel heat flood my core as it continues to pound uncomfortably.
“Make me come,” I whisper, so quietly I barely hear it myself.
“Louder,” he demands.
“Make me come.”
“What was that?”
“Make me come.”
“Scream it.” I don’t know what it is, but the way he’s looking at me leaves no room for argument, so I immediately find myself following orders.
“MAKE ME COME,” I scream, and in seconds, he’s off me. I feel his hand skim the skin of my lower stomach before it disappears into my knickers.
Embarrassment heats my cheeks momentarily as I think about what he’s doing, but the second I feel him touch me, all thoughts leave my head.
“Fuck,” I breathe as I once again try to close my legs.
“Nope.” Jay pins one of them down against the bed with his as he stares down at me.
“You’re going to come on my fingers.”
I nod; I have no doubt what he’s saying is true.
His fingers circle my clit and just as the tension in me builds up to breaking point, he moves and starts to tease my entrance.
“Please tell me I’m the first to be here.”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
“You’re the—” I let out a sudden intake of breath as I feel him press inside, halting my words. “Shit.” I don’t know whether I like it or hate in those first few seconds. It doesn’t take me long to make up my mind.
“Erin?” His eyes come back to mine from watching where his hand had disappeared.
“You’re the first,” I confirm. My voice quivers as I say it.
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