by T L Swan
His eyes meet mine. “Fuck me,” he whispers as he cracks his neck. It seems our little game of truth or dare is over.
I can hardly breathe from want of this man and he aggressively grabs my hipbones and drags my flesh over his. “I need to be inside you, my precious girl.”
My eyes close and my head throws back.
“Now!” he snaps. Bloody hell, he was half asleep three minutes ago.
Goosebumps scatter over my body. That was Mr Stanton’s voice and I know I’m going to be blessed with his aggression. He lifts me and holds the bottom of his shaft up and grabs my hip and impales me to the hilt. My head throws forward with the sharp sting of his possession. “Joshua,” I whisper as the air is forced from my lungs.
“Squat!” he snaps as he pants, trying to control himself. I slowly bring my legs up and his head drops back to the side of the bath as his mouth hangs slack and his dark eyes watch me struggle to take him.
He lifts me slowly and slides back in and my eyes close. “You like that?” he whispers.
My body shudders and I nod.
“Answer me!” he snaps.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’m in the mood for some pain, baby.” His eyes drop to where our bodies meet. “You with me—can I have it?” he asks.
He lifts me again and my insides start to liquefy as he brings me back down firmly and circles my hips with him deep inside of me, my head thrown back.
“Can I have it Natasha?” he growls.
“Yes, “ I pant. “Take it,” I breathe.
He smiles darkly and lifts me and slams me back down and I cry out. Up and down he slams me so aggressively that I don’t think I can take it and my legs are as far open as they can go. He sits up and his open mouth is on my neck and his rock-hard cock is pistolling at such a fast pace in and out of my body I can do nothing but hang on. He stops and rearranges my legs so that they are up on the side of the bath and then he grabs my shoulders from behind as leverage and starts to really fuck me… oh dear god… he’s so damn good at this. The water is sloshing all over the bathroom and I start to scream. He’s going to rip me in half. He brings his palm down to my stomach and his thumb down to my clitoris and starts to circle it in precise timing with his deep pounding. My eyes roll back in my head and I start to shudder. My body contracts hard around him and I cry out.
“You. Are. Such. A. Hot. Fuck,” he growls as his own orgasm rips through him so ferociously that he is thrown forward. We stay still, panting, and I smile into his perspiration-clad chest.
“Seriously,” he whispers into my neck. “Having sex with you is…” He shakes his head as he tries to catch his breath and articulate what he is saying. “You blow my fucking mind, Natasha. I can feel every single muscle inside you.” He pants.
I try to talk through my breathlessness. “Baby, with a muscle as big as yours, you could feel it in the next room.” I smile.
He bites my neck hard and I wince to escape him. “Now I need a shower to wash from my bath.,” he murmurs.
I smile into his kiss. “I like being dirty with you, Mr Stanton.”
I wake to a bang and I frown. The bathroom light is still on and Joshua and I are on top of the blankets on the bed. What time is it? I unwrap myself from Joshua’s grasp and walk to my handbag and get out my phone: 1.50 am. God, we fell asleep. I hear it again, a distant bang. What is that? I wrestle through my bag and retrieve my pyjamas and gown and quickly dress. It’s frigging freezing. The fire is just dying down to embers. I turn on the lamp so I can see and quickly put some wood onto it. It crackles loudly in a thank you. My eyes flick to Joshua who is on his back and out cold. One hand is behind his head and the other is on the family jewels, his deep sleeping position. He needs a good night’s sleep—I know he hasn’t had one in over a week.
I’m starving. Our three-hour bath and love-making put us into such a relaxed state that we fell asleep before eating dinner. I sit nervously on the ottoman in front of the fire and watch the red glow. I should just go downstairs and get something to eat. Yeah, why not? I can do that. I walk to the door and peer down the huge darkened hall. Fuck this house, castle, whatever it is; it’s like the frigging Amityville Horror on acid. People would pay good money to come on a haunted tour of this place. I go back into the room and retrieve my phone and put the torch thingy on. Just find the light switches and turn the lights on… not hard Natasha. I start to shake my hands nervously. I look at Joshua sleeping like a baby… should I wake him up? No, he needs to sleep. I walk back over and peer down the hall. If Joshua thinks I am getting up to breastfeed six kids in the middle of the night in this museum he can think again. I start to slowly walk down the wide darkened space. Yep, this is totally messed up and for some stupid reason I get a feeling someone is behind me. I can see a light on down the end of the hall, and I start to run towards it. I get to the end of the hallway and flick on the light switch and hold my chest as I pant. I smile to myself. Stop it you idiot, you’re just scaring yourself. I turn on all of the light switches and the house lights up like Christmas. That’s better. I walk downstairs proudly with my heart beating loudly in my chest and find some more light switches, flick them on, then head into the kitchen. I look around the huge silent kitchen. To the left is a huge double oven and on the bench next to that are two knife blocks with long carving knives in them. A loud bang sounds in the distance and my eyes widen. What the fuck was that? Goosebumps scatter over my body, my eyes flick to the knife blocks and I grab a knife. Shit, shit, shit. I walk over to the kitchen window, stand on my tiptoes and peer out. I can’t see anything… darkness. Where are the guards? I don’t even know if they arrived. It’s not safe, Natasha. Ben’s words run repeatedly through my mind. What’s that noise… what’s that noise? I look down at myself… what the hell? I am in the Amityville Horror house holding a carving knife in the middle of the night alone. Halloween movie times ten.
I want confirmation that the guards are here. I need to know my man is safe. I’ll ring Bridget. She will know what time they left. I dial her number and it rings. Ring… ring… ring… ring.
“What’s wrong?” Ben’s voice snaps as he answers the phone.
I frown and look at the time on my phone. 2 am.
“Um… Ben?” I murmur.
“What’s wrong, Tash?”
What’s he doing answering Bridget’s phone in the middle of the night? Oh my god… I smile broadly.
“Um.” I’m so shocked I raise my eyebrows and am speechless“Is something wrong?” he snaps again.
“No.” I smile. “I was just a bit scared and I thought I would ring to see if the guards are outside, that’s all.”
“Where is Joshua?” he snaps.
“He’s upstairs asleep, Ben. It’s ok. I’m scared of ghosts, not people. I just heard a noise.”
“Oh god.” He sighs under his breath.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “Are the guards here?” I ask.
“Hang on and I will ring them and check.”
“Ok,” I answer.
I hear him put the phone down and I listen as he dials from another phone… obviously his. “Where are you?” he snaps. “Circle the outside of the house and do a check please.”
He listens. “Yes, Natasha is up.”
He listens again.
“Call me back when you’ve done it.” He hangs up.
He picks up the phone to me. “Tash.” His voice becomes gentle. “Are you ok?”
I smile. “Yes, thank you.”
“They are out the front in the guard’s office at the garage. They have been walking around the house all night.”
I put my hand on my chest in relief. “Thanks Ben,” I whisper.
“Is Joshua ok?” he asks.
“Yes, he’s just exhausted.”
He stays silent and I know he wants to know what’s going on with him and Cameron, but it’s not my place to tell him.
“Is Bridget there?” I ask.
He stays sil
ent.
“Ben?” I ask.
“She’s asleep,” he says quietly.
A broad smile beams from my face… oh my god… they hooked up.
“She left her phone in the kitchen, that’s all,” he mutters.
I smile again and I know he’s lying. Bridget would not go to bed without her phone— that phone and she are attached at the hip.
For some reason I get a visual of him sitting in her bed, naked, on her phone to me now.
“Do you want me to come down there?” Ben asks.
I smile. “No, you stay there and look after my sister,” I whisper.
He stays silent as he thinks. “Not a word, Natasha,” he murmurs. “Please.”
I smile. “You have my word, Ben, and please don’t tell Joshua I rang you frightened.”
“Yes, of course,” he replies.
I smile broadly. “Good night Ben,” I whisper.
“Good night Tash.” He hangs up. I hold my chest and smile broadly. Oh my god, oh my god. Bridget and Ben. Bridget and Ben.
I go to the fridge and get out the platter that was obviously prepared by the cook for us earlier and head back to our room while smiling like an idiot. I leave all of the lights on. Stuff it, it’s not like Joshua can’t afford the power bill. This place is frigging scary. I turn back and look at the knife on the bench and go back and pick it up. I’m just going to keep this hidden in our room… just in case. I should probably learn how to use the damn thing. I get halfway up the hall and once again start to run. This place frigging freaks me out. At this moment I am missing my little apartment that would fit into Joshua’s bedroom alone. I make it, close the door behind me and lean on it in relief with my heart beating furiously. Instant silence and calm again in my love bubble with my man asleep like a baby. I put the food on the ottoman in front of the fire and go and sit next to Joshua on the bed. He’s in his deep sleeping position. I smile. Do all men sleep with their hand on their dick? Carbon copies—actually that’s not true. In fact, it couldn’t be further from the truth. My last two boyfriends openly loved me from the very beginning, did everything in their power to try and get me to love them back, and yet this man is the ultimate onion. I have had to peel him back, layer upon layer, even to get acknowledgement that he wanted to spend time with me. From the beginning the sexual attraction has been undeniable and so damn hot that my body never had a chance of refusing it… not that my heart would have let me. Unlike my feelings for the other men in my past, I need intimacy from Joshua, crave it. Just like I crave the animal inside him whose only goal is to fuck hard and mate, damn the consequences. He will take what he wants from my body, when he wants it and I love it.
I hold my hand up and look at my ring and I smile as a deep wave of gratitude flows over me. He loves me—he loves me with the same intensity that he resisted me. All-consuming passion that every woman should feel at least once in a lifetime. For a lifetime. I bend and gently kiss his cheek and run my hand gently over his short dark hair, over his chest and down through his dark pubic hair and then over his thigh. He told me tonight in the bath that he couldn’t stand being away from me for a night. I smile again. I can’t stand being away from him at all. I know that will wear off and we will slip into comfortableness like everyone does. But I think because the fight has been so hard, the prize is that much sweeter and that much more valuable, to both of us.
I walk over to the ottoman, pick up the cheese platter and go and sit on the window seat and look out into the darkness. I sit for ten minutes eating cheese like a mouse in silence and am interrupted from my calm when the dog starts to bark downstairs. I don’t think anyone could see me where I am sitting in the semi-darkness but I’m not sure. So I get up and grab my phone and turn the lamp off next to the bed and go back to the seat and sit in the darkness. What’s out there? The dog goes off again and I know it’s an intruder warning bark. I see the dog trot around the side of the building downstairs and I watch in silence… and then I see it. A red glow of a cigarette as it gets inhaled at the side of the outhouse down the back. I see it go up and glow red as it is inhaled and then go back down in between puffs. I frown. Ben said they were in the office in the garage at the front of the house. Why would they walk around to the backyard and behind the outhouse to smoke? That’s weird. Should I go and check that it’s them? Stop being stupid Natasha! I shake my head in disgust at myself and go and crawl into bed next to Joshua. If there was someone down there, the bloody guards would know about it. What an idiot I am, talk about drama queen. I’m even imagining things now.
My sleepy eyes open to silence. Where’s Joshua? It’s daylight but very early, maybe 5 or 6. I roll over and my eyes go to the side table where there is a note:
Presh
Gone for a ride
Won’t be long.
I smile. My boy is doing what he loves. I slowly hop up and go to the window and sit on the thick padded window seat, my new favourite place, and stare out over the green paddocks. A sense of calm comes over me. This is what he loves about it here, the stillness. He has never had the LA party life here in Willowvale. His fake friends don’t come here. There are no cameras, no excuses… no lies. I make an internal decision. If Joshua wants to relax here then the very least I can do is learn to love it as much as him. I shower and dress in my favourite faded tight jeans with a chunky cream knitted jumper and my runners and I head downstairs. I walk out the back door and look around. Where is this guard office thingy? I walk around the side and up onto the asphalt driveway and see a door at the back of the garage and tentatively walk up to it.
The door is open and two men are inside. “Hello.” I wave meekly as my eyes flick around the space. A large office with a kitchen, dining table and chairs, lounge and television and a very large selection of guns hanging on the wall. I frown. Hell, why do they need all these guns?
“Hello, Natasha,” the two men reply.
I smile nervously as my eyes stay glued on the guns on the wall. “Thanks for watching us last night.” My eyes flick back to the men.
“No, we have just taken over. The night-shift pair finished at 7 am.”
“Oh.” I nod. “Will they be back tonight?”
“Yep,” one of the men replies. “They will be back at ten.”
“Ah, ok,” I answer. “Have.” I frown as I feel stupid asking the next question.
“Do they smoke?” I ask.
They frown and exchange looks. “No,” one of them replies. “Why?”
I narrow my eyes as I think. “Last night someone was smoking outside my window and the dog was barking. I just wanted to check it was them.”
The older man smiles. “One of them must have taken it up. They would have checked why the dog was barking. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
I smile in relief. “Which stables is Joshua at?”
“He’s in the east stables. Would you like me to drive you there?”
I bite my lip. “Is it far away?”
“No, about five hundred metres down the hill to the east.” He points down a dirt lane and I look in that direction.
“I might just take a walk down there.” I smile as I shield my face from the sun.
“Ok, we will watch you but call us if you need anything,” he replies.
I nod and head off in search of the stables. Ten minutes later I am regretting declining the lift as it is a long way down the hill and to the left. In a paddock I catch sight of Joshua riding his huge black horse. I smile and then I frown as I watch him. Is he trying to kill it? I have never seen someone ride a horse so fast, like sprinting, and then he keeps pulling it back and changing direction. They then run full pelt in the new direction until changing direction again. What the hell is he doing? I would definitely buck him off if I was that poor horse. This is why I don’t ride horses—you never know who has tortured it before you get on and what score they want to settle with the human race. I continue walking to the stables as I watch him give it to this horse. He hasn’t seen me. He slo
ws and I can hear his voice cajoling the huge beast.
“Whoa Jasper, whoa Jasper,” he coos.
I smile, this is his beloved Jasper.
He slowly gets down and fiddles with the bridle and Jasper puts his head affectionately into Joshua’s chest and butts him. He smiles and slaps it hard on the front forequarter. They are both breathing heavily, and both absolutely wet with perspiration. Yep, he’s totally trying to kill the horse. Not everyone likes to train like a madman, Joshua. He looks up and sees me and breaks into a breathtaking smile which I return. They walk over to me and he kisses me gently.
“So explain why you are trying to kill the horse.” I frown.
He frowns in disgust. “His name is Jasper.”
“Oh, yes, that’s what I meant to say,” I murmur.
He wipes the sweat from his forehead. “What do you mean?” he pants as he wipes his wet hands onto the behind of his jodhpurs.
“Why are you making him run so fast that he will have a heart attack?” I ask.
He smiles sarcastically. “He is one of the most athletic horses on the polo circuit. He’s much fitter than me. Not everyone’s a wimp.”
I don’t even know what to say to that. Hmm.
I follow him into the stables and watch as he takes off his wet T-shirt and starts to take the saddle off Jasper. The way he is moving in those frigging skin-tight orgasmic cream riding pants with his skin dripping sweat is calling to my libido on a level that I totally understand. I sit still, watching my very own private stripper dream show. This scene should totally be in the next Magic Mike movie. As he moves his arms above his head as he tends to his horse, every muscle is rippling on his back and I can see the muscles in his buttocks and thighs flex as he twists and turns. My eyes drop to my name written down the length of his body and I start to feel a familiar pulse between my legs as desire fills me. I want this man. I walk over to him.