by Ford, Mia
8
Paisley
I drag my tongue along my bottom lip as I shimmy my dress off. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, this sex kitten isn’t like me at all, but I just love the way that Josiah reacts to me. I seem to turn him in to an excitable teenager, filled with lust, bouncing up and down on the couch, unable to wait to get his hands on me.
“Oh God,” he groans. “Paisley, you have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
My dress falls to the ground just as the moon light shines in through the window and glitters off my skin. I hope it’s working for me, making me look glittery and interesting rather than pale and washed out. But there isn’t any time for me to wait around and find out. The music is amping up and its time to strip off some more.
Slowly, with a small shake of my hips, I reach my hands behind my back and pop open my bra. My breasts feel swollen, desperate to burst free, and as soon as the material of my bra floats to the ground like an autumn leaf, I’m amazed at how hard my nipples are. They are practically screaming out to be touched, and since Josiah is all the way across the room, I do it myself. I gasp as a delightful fluttering sensation rushes through my body while I flick my hard nub between my fingers. My eyes slide closed and I fall in to the feelings.
“Get those panties off,” Josiah growls. “You’re teasing me here, woman. I need to see you.”
I can’t resist. The desperation in his words is like a prayer to me, so I do as he commands, and I drag my panties down. I take my time though, loving the feeling of the material brushing against my skin.
“Oh wow, you are so beautiful,” he groans, either in agony or pain, I’m not sure. “I want to taste you.”
The taste of him still remains in my mouth, and I want to wrap my lips around him again, but I can also recall how incredible it was to have his tongue all over me. I’m torn by two amazing opportunities, and I don’t know which way to turn. My head is filled with lust; it’s completely fogging up my thoughts.
Josiah rises to his feet and lets his trousers fall all the way down. He’s like a magnificent beast in front of me, a God of a man. My heart pounds like a hammer smashing violently against a nail, making it a challenge for me to get any air into my lungs. I’m light headed but in the absolute best way possible.
“Come here,” I rasp to him. “I want to feel you again. You’re just so…”
I can’t find the words, and I think a part of that is because this isn’t really supposed to be happening. I know that I’ve had a crush on Josiah forever and this is what I’ve always wanted, but he’s my brother’s friend, not someone I’m really supposed to be sneaking around with, and he’s also a play boy. Supposedly bad news. But he’s so tempting. He’s like the best candy in the world and I know for sure that I can’t keep away from him.
I stride towards him, closing the gap, and crash my body into his. I grip my hands around his shoulders and I kiss him hard, my tongue invading his mouth with the same intensity that he is mine. I can feel his wet length pressing into my belly and it has butterflies the size of birds fluttering in my core.
“Oh fuck.” His breath tickles my lips and my cheeks. “Paisley, I need you.”
Without another word, he spins me around and my hands automatically grab on to the first thing they find, which is the edge of his dressing table. I poke my butt further upwards, begging him to slip inside me. His cock finds my entrance, the magnet pulling us together, but he doesn’t slip inside me yet. He takes a couple of moments to stroke and kiss the base of my back, creating an erogenous zone where I didn’t even know I had one.
My fingers curl hard around the dressing table, turning my knuckles a funny shade of white, and I groan. The sound is guttural; it comes from so deep within me that I can barely even locate it. “Fuck, Josiah. Stop teasing.”
He slams into me then, his fingers creeping around the front of my body, and he finds my clit. With every thrust, his fingers brush against my most sensitive area, and it isn’t long before my knees get weak. I can hardly hold myself up as my legs tremble like jelly. Luckily, Josiah is fixing me in place while he takes me.
And that’s the only way I can really think of it. He’s taking me, commanding me, controlling my body with his, and damn it I am over the moon to let him have me. As the heat creeps through me and it makes my heart pound, I lean back in to Josiah. His fingers work on me like magic and I’m soon tipping over the edge.
“Oh, fuck!” Every cell inside my body explodes. There were fireworks bursting out earlier on to celebrate the new year, but they are nothing like the ones firing off right now. This is more intense than anything else I have ever experienced before. The perfect, most powerful, most phenomenal way to start my brand new life. “Josiah, shit! Don’t let me go.” He grips me tighter, taking the words I’m speaking literally. “Hold me now.”
As the orgasm shatters through my body, rattling every part of me, I want to tell Josiah that I don’t mean just now. I want him to hold me forever because he feels so good with me. There’s something about him that just feels absolutely perfect… but as the hot swirling bliss starts to subside, I realize it’s probably for the best, I don’t want to freak him out right now. I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment by making him panic.
“Oh wow…” I lean in to him as my body calms the hell down. “Josiah, that was… wow.”
Without answering me, he scoops me up into his arms and holds me to his chest, a bit like a fireman rescuing me from a burning building, and he carries me over to his bed. He flops me down on the sheets and climbs in next to me. The weight of his body on the very expressive feeling mattress next to me is wonderful, especially as he rolls in next to me. I don’t usually like sleeping next to a man, even with boyfriends in college I always limited it whenever I could, but I love the heat of Josiah’s body next to me. It feels incredible.
“Mmm, you smell lovely,” he murmurs as he inhales the scent of my hair. “All fruity like.”
I breathe him in too, knowing that the musky, manly scent is something that I will remember forever. I always imagined him to smell a certain type of way, but as always, he defies my expectation and he’s better.
I part my lips, almost about to make a joke that he should surely be kicking me out of his bed since he’s a well-known player, but the joke falls away before I can get it out. I don’t want to say that, just in case he does. I don’t really know where his head is at, it might not be at the same place as me, and I don’t want to push it.
Luckily, I don’t get a chance to talk anyway, because before any words can come out, Josiah starts kissing me once more. Soft and romantic at first, all sweet and lazy as we breathe our way through the post orgasmic bliss, but soon the desire rebuilds back inside of us, and everything heats up all over again. Josiah climbs back on top of me and he slips inside. It feels like the waves of pleasure are still flowing their way through me, so it doesn’t take me long until I am back at the peak of the mountain about to fall in to desire once more.
I could so easily fall in love; I think to myself as I lose my mind to Josiah once more. I’m in real trouble here. Maybe I’m already in love with him and I always have been… in which case I’m headed for heart ache.
But still, I can’t stop myself from swimming in this bliss, enjoying this gorgeous moment. The knowledge that it all might come to an end far too soon and I’ll have nothing, but the memories just makes me want to savor it all. I will need a lot to keep me going through the dark times, so while I have him here, I will do what I want.
* * *
The morning light streams through the big window, alerting me to morning time. I’m used to my small, much darker bedroom, so there’s no way I can go back to sleep right now. Josiah though is clearly used to it because he remains sprawled across the sheets, snoring slightly, showing no sign of being disturbed.
I smile to myself and prop up on to my elbow, to stare down at this wonderful man. Again, I’m struck by the thought that this might be the very last time I see h
im in this way. Sure, I’ll be upset, my heart will be broken, but I will never regret sharing this time with him. It’s been absolutely incredible.
“Good morning,” I whisper as my lips fall towards him. I shouldn’t kiss him, I should let him sleep, but there’s a bit of moisture playing on his lips that I just need to suck up. “How are you doing, handsome?”
He doesn’t stir at first, but as I start lacing my fingers through his hair, I drag him from his dreams slowly in to reality. I wonder what has been scurrying through his mind at night and if he’ll be mad to be woken from it.
“Ooh, good morning.” He doesn’t sound mad as he pulls me back to him. “What a nice surprise.”
“What, did you forget that I was here or something?” I smirk and run my fingers through his hair. His thick dark locks which feel utterly wonderful even after a night of sweaty sex and sleep.
“No, of course not. I just thought you might be the sort of woman to run afterward…”
“You did not think that about me,” I tease. “You know that I’m a good girl.”
“You weren’t a good girl last night, that’s all that I can say about it.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
A heat creeps up my cheeks, but it isn’t really embarrassment that I’m feeling. I’m more flushed from the memory of last night. The way I did act like a wild kitty, it was such a powerful thrill.
“So…” His arms circle my waist. “I have a plan for the day.”
“Oh, you do?” I can’t keep the disappointment from my voice. “I shall get ready then…”
“Oh no, you won’t. Most of my plan involves you being naked.”
A wide grin spreads across my cheeks and my naked body writhes a little with excitement under the Egyptian cotton sheets. I might be slightly sore between my thighs after a night of endless love making, but he’s igniting the sparks once more. “It does, does it? Well, that sounds like a plan that I can get involved with!”
“First off, me and you are going to have a shower together and then I am going to make you the best breakfast that you would have ever eaten in your life. How does that sound?”
Nothing like the play boy who wants rid of me… more of the start of something amazing. Almost boyfriend like… not that I want to get too carried away with myself here. I need to keep my head screwed on.
“Yes,” I finally reply coyly. “That sounds lovely.”
Josiah takes me into his bathroom, his hand in mine while we walk naked, with no shame whatsoever, and no cold in here despite the frosty temperatures outside and find more of a wet room than anything else, and he brings the jets of water to life. They cascade over us both, soaking us in a warmth which makes me giggle girlishly. It’s surprisingly sexy to be in the shower with Josiah, especially when he starts washing me down and soaping up my hair. It isn’t sexual, but it sets every nerve in my body alight. I keep staring into his eyes the entire time, finding myself falling even deeper. He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, and for now, every inch of him is mine.
“You really do have the best place,” I murmur. “You must be so happy here.”
He seems to forget himself for a moment as he answers me in a way which I think might be more honest than he intends. “It’s lovely, but it does get a little lonely sometimes.”
The air hangs thick between us, he snaps back in to reality and seems stuck for something to say, and I feel the same way. I know that as soon as I start speaking the words will fly out of my mouth like vomit. I won’t be able to stop them, and I will end up saying all the things that I know I shouldn’t.
“Anyway.” He pulls away from me, creating a chasm of distance between us. “Shall we do breakfast?”
I nod and stare upwards as the jets of water slowly turn to nothing. It might have only been a small thing, but he opened up to me then, he said something real, and I’m pretty sure that isn’t something he does very often. It has to mean something; it can’t just all be in my head. He feels something too.
His arms wrap around me accompanied with the softest feeling robe in the planet. I snuggle into it and lean against him, smiling to myself. Maybe I’m being silly thinking this is only a temporary thing. I so want to ask him, but of course, I can’t. Not yet. Not right away. I have to be patient.
“Come on then.” He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. “Come and test my cooking.”
As I take my seat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen and I watch him whistle as he cooks, taking in every flexed muscle, every curve, every imperfection on his body, my mind wants to explode along with my heart.
I get so distracted by him that I don’t even notice my phone going off until he hands it to me. Then I have to pull my eyes away to take a look at the words of the message on the screen in front of me.
Maddie: Happy new year! I hope you had a good night in the end! Xxx
I smile to myself as I quickly text back. It’s funny to think that I can send this to Maddie these days. It’s just a shame that she will be going back to England soon and I’ll be friendless yet again.
Paisley: I did, thank you. It was everything I ever dreamed. How was your night? Xxx
Maddie: Not as good as yours. Janelle was sick, and Sara spent most of the night crying xx
Thank goodness I left when I did! I would much rather be where I am than dealing with that drama. Funny how some of the girls from high school never seem to change. No wonder I haven’t ever fit in.
“Who was that?” Josiah asks. “Not your boyfriend, I hope.”
He hopes! Again, I can only take that as a good sign.
“No, no boyfriend.” I giggle. “I’m single and free as a bird.”
He leans down and kisses me on the lips as he slides me a cup of coffee. I wonder what that is in his eyes. Does he not want me to be free as a bird? Does he want me to belong to him?
God, I want to belong to him…
* * *
It isn’t until I get home later that day that I start to consider the implications of that. I do want to belong to Josiah if he wants me, but I belong in a world that won’t let that happen. My family will have to be sacrificed if I want to be with him and I don’t know if that’s something I can do.
They might be hard work, but they are my family. I don’t know if I’ll be able to live without them.
Then again, I don’t know if I can live my whole life knowing that I could have Josiah and I lost him too.
What side of me will win out in the end? My head or my constantly fluttering heart?
9
Josiah
“So, Dax, you think you get it? I know it’s a bit of a complex system, but you’ll get used to it…”
“All looks good to me, boss,” Dax replies with a smile. “I’m just so happy to work here, you know? It’s a new year and a new opportunity. I won’t let you down, you know? I’m going to really make this work.”
I laugh and pat him on the shoulder. “I know you will, mate. That’s why you’re here after all.”
“So, what’s going on with you?” He nudges me in the side playfully. “You seem… different?”
I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean, different? I feel very much the same…”
“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit.” He tosses his head back with laughter. “I know you, Josiah. I know when something is going on with you. I saw you before Christmas and you were all… subdued, and now, just a few days later, you are on top of the world. I know you well enough to be sure that has nothing to do with the holidays, so what is it?” He makes a big show of tapping his chin thoughtfully. “And before you answer me, I already know.” He pauses for dramatic effect and I refuse to fill the silence. “You have met a woman.”
A jolt of shock races through me. “Am I really that obvious? Wow.”
“Maybe not to everyone else, but I know you, and I’m very familiar with the look that you get on your face when you have met a woman. Although, this one is different. Like I said, I have seen your expression relating to women before an
d it isn’t ever like this. This woman is very special to you…. I believe anyway.”
I soften, even my shoulders slump forward a little bit. The great thing about Dax is that he does know me, and I truly do believe that I can tell him anything. I want to share this with someone anyway, to make it much more real. Right now, the intense connection that me and Paisley share feels like something in my imagination. A dream, something that I fantasize about late at night when I am alone, just wishing for more.
“Yeah, there is a woman, you’re right,” I admit. “And I think she might be very special too.”
“Ooh, the eternal bachelor going to settle down?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “That is something I never believed would happen. I always assumed that you would end up one of those silver foxes who still has hot young women flocking around him. Yet here you are, actually talking about liking someone for real.”
“What can I say?” I offer a one shouldered shrug. “She’s changed me. Already.”
“Who is the lucky lady? You have to tell me that much. Is it someone I know?”
I should keep her name to myself, I’m sure of it, but I won’t be able to get some real advice if I don’t. And to be honest, real advice is a lot of what I need. This isn’t a normal situation here.
“Paisley…” I bite down on my bottom lip before I speak again. “Paisley Jones.”
“Paisley Jones?” Dax repeats with a confused look on his face. “I don’t think I… oh!” It hits him hard. “Please don’t tell me you mean Adam Jones’s sister? Because that will lead to real trouble.”
He doesn’t know Adam as well as I do, he wasn’t in any of the same classes as us being a bit younger, but that doesn’t seem to matter. He’s aware enough to know that this isn’t a good idea… something that I’m very much aware of myself, but since I’m falling head over heels for this woman, I need to hear it from someone else.
