Lucky Seven

by Elle M Thomas

  “When for?”

  “Next Friday, first class and all charged to you.”

  He pulled her on top of him until she was straddling him. “See, you can do as you’re supposed to,” he said as she began to grind over his groin, although the truth was she had booked it for the day before as she planned on surprising him in L.A. a day early.

  “Still eager for more, baby?” he laughed.

  “Always.”

  “You will need to wait, honey. You need to go and get dressed before the next delivery arrives,” he said, rolling her off him. “But if you are very well behaved we may have a little fun later, me, you and Bob.”

  “Who is Bob?” she asked, confused because she had never heard Jim mention this Bob before.

  He rolled over so he was hovering over her now, teasing her between her thighs as he briefly thrust into her. “Bob. Battery. Operated. Boyfriend,” he explained, punctuating each word with a kiss against her lips.

  “Oh.” She smiled and tried to hold him, unsuccessfully, her arms and legs pulling and wrapping around him, making him laugh as stood up and put his jeans and t-shirt back on.

  “Let me go and fetch you some clothes. Stay here,” he ordered and left her alone.

  She looked around the room. She loved that they had a place together, although she knew she would be here alone most of the time. She was glad he had leased this place; it was in an area she knew well, she was close to her grandparents and Lucy. She still thought she had every right to be annoyed with him for just charging ahead and not consulting her, but she knew he would never admit to being in the wrong about it and she loved that he had done this for her.

  He returned with underwear, a t-shirt, leggings and two cups of coffee.

  “I haven’t mastered the tea thing yet,” he said seriously.

  “Maybe Sandra should give you some lessons.” She laughed.

  “Shit! Sandra. I have a shopping list from her.”

  “Then I guess we will be going shopping at some point. I would hate to upset her any further by distracting you so much that you forgot her English essentials,” said Tasha half- joking.

  “She seems to like you now.” He smiled. “After your public announcement on speaker phone.”

  She shook her head at the memory of it and allowed sadness to wash over her.

  “I am sorry about being such a jerk,” he said, handing her coffee to her.

  “We have both done silly things. Shall we call that quits too?”

  “Deal. Do you want to look around? We have beds in every room, ours, a double and twins.” He led her into the other rooms, starting with the kitchen.

  She could feel she was grinning inanely.

  “Do I amuse you, Miss Winters?” he asked grinning back, but unsure why.

  “Often, but I like the sound of what you said, ours,” she said still grinning.

  “Well, I couldn’t share it with anyone else now, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, not after the way you defiled it. I feel rather violated.” His voice was tinged with mock seriousness.

  “Never mind you and the bed. I think you’ll find it was you who defiled and violated me, Mr Maybury.”

  “I am insulted by such accusations, Miss Winters.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “Although I didn’t hear any complaints. But I also like the word ours,” he said before the intercom buzzed.

  “Saved by the bell, Mr Maybury or I may have violated you right here in our kitchen,” she said and was quite serious in her offer, threat.

  Chapter 47

  Tasha could barely believe the difference a day had made when she found herself surrounded by lights and the cacophony of voices and sounds around her. When she had woken the previous day she’d shared a flat with Lucy and was still relatively anonymous and now she had moved into a flat with Jim who’d furnished it completely in a day. He had obviously been very busy in L.A. before he left and online since his arrival and now she was standing with him on the red carpet at a blockbuster première with camera flashes all around and British TV and radio reporters who did recognise her in this environment calling to her.

  The American correspondents tried to summon Jim over and were obviously interested in who the unknown lady on his arm was. One of them got his attention leaving Tasha talking to a male correspondent, Robbie Newman from a British breakfast TV show who had interviewed her many times before and she liked him; he was very blatantly gay, funny, genuine and friendly and always made her laugh.

  “Hi, my love, nice to see you. How are you enjoying the red carpet?” he asked, landing a kiss on each of her cheeks.

  “It’s good. Very odd seeing all of these famous people around, proper famous people.” She really was star-struck as she gestured towards the passing Hollywood stars.

  “I know,” he said with a very camp tone and wiggle of his eyebrows that made Tasha laugh. “Have you spoken to any of them?” he asked.

  “Gosh, no. They scare the life out of me. I just keep staring and as they have no idea who I am they just stare at me and alert their security,” she laughed.

  “I think Christian Bale has taken out a restraining order against me and my microphone,” he joked.

  “He could take out anything he wanted against me,” she said and they laughed together.

  “You and me both, but you arrived wearing a very large smile and a rather gorgeous looking man yourself this evening. Would you care to share?” he asked, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of an exclusive story.

  She laughed. “I do seem to have a permanent smile on my face at the moment and it may have something to do with my very gorgeous boyfriend, Robbie.”

  “And does he have a name and work in the business?” he asked excitedly.

  “Yes, and yes,” she answered wryly before adding, “Jim, but he works in The States.”

  “Speaking of working, anything planned for you beyond the modelling for the High Street range we’ve heard about?”

  “Yes, I have some dates to shoot some more of the High Street range and in a couple of months I will be starting work on a British legal drama, so I am very fortunate in work too,” she said as she was re-joined by Jim and moved along the carpet.

  “You look amazing, Tasha,” he said for possibly the fiftieth time since he’d first seen her dressed at the hotel.

  “Yeah, I think you may have mentioned it.” She smiled up at him.

  “The Hollywood correspondent over there is desperate to speak to you,” he said and she was unsure whether he was seeking her permission to take her over.

  “Have you spoken to them?”

  “Yeah, but they were only interested in you, understandably so if you ask me,” he said with his arm wrapped around her waist.

  “You want me to talk to them?”

  “If you want to. You may need to court them to some extent, especially the lady in pink. She is very influential, but please think before you speak because she misses nothing,” he warned her.

  “Okay,” she agreed as he led her towards them.

  “Hi, Katy Myers.” The American lady in pink offered her hand to Tasha.

  “Hello.” Tasha accepted Katy’s hand.

  “Natasha?”

  “Tasha, please. We’re all friends I’m sure.” Although she was sure of nothing.

  “Oh my, you really are very, cute and you look absolutely amazing. Who are you dressed in tonight?” she asked.

  “Thank you, but I have no idea, it’s an off the peg number rather than couture,” she explained.

  “I believe you have your own fashion line?” The confused look on Tasha’s face made Katy laugh. “The wonder of Google,” she explained.

  “Ah, yes. I have modelled some items for a High Street store for a while now, but my friend who works in design is now leading a range that will carry my name, which is rather exciting, but I am not sure that makes a fashion line.”

  “I bet you look fabulous in it all.” Katy immediately went into her next question. “So, you�
��re an actress too. Will we be seeing you in Hollywood any time soon?”

  “Possibly, but I have no projects lined up beyond a British legal drama I’ll be shooting in London and L.A.,” she explained.

  “How did you two meet?” She gestured towards Jim.

  Tasha looked at him and expected him to intervene, but he didn’t. He tilted his head at her to indicate she should continue, but what should she say? That she was meeting with the studio about work and ended up being shagged senseless by him for a week and she was hooked? Maybe not.

  “I was in New York on business as was Jim and we met up and enjoyed each other’s company and that was it.” She grinned broadly now.

  “So, should we be listening out for wedding bells then, Tasha? Seventh time lucky for Jim?” she asked wryly.

  “Never say never.” Tasha’s intention to entice but without committing to anything concrete seemed to have been successful judging by Katy’s arched brow and smile. “But I wouldn’t rush out to buy a hat just yet,” she added.

  “And seventh time lucky?” she asked persistently.

  “You never know, do you? Although I have never been married so am in no way an expert, but they do say lucky seven, don’t they?” she replied as they were moved along the carpet again, but not before Tasha had reached out and taken Katy’s hand and shook it again. “Thank you very much for your time.”

  Katy stared at her and smiled, “No, thank you, Tasha.” As they were led away they heard Katy say to someone, “Maybe not a gold digger. She is cute though, beautiful and so warm. He would be mad to let her go.”

  “Have you considered moving into P.R.? Very smooth, baby,” Jim said.

  “P.R.? With my smart mouth, risky?” She laughed. Minding what she said and thinking about it before saying it had been harder than she’d imagined it might be.

  “I love your smart mouth, sometimes more than others,” he said, resting his hand on her behind as they moved into the theatre.

  “Jim,” came a cry from behind them.

  They turned to find Jon Peters and his wife Helen heading towards them. They hugged each other warmly and then turned to hug each other’s partners.

  Jon introduced Tasha to Helen then asked, “Are you free this week or early next week, Tasha? I have a proposition for you.”

  “I am working next Monday and Tuesday and then I’m flying out to L.A. at the end of next week, but nothing else.”

  “What about breakfast in the morning, all of us.” He gestured to the four of them.

  “Okay,” she agreed curiously, wondering what his proposition was, and whether it had something to do with Jim.

  They sat in the darkness of the theatre watching the movie and as Tasha became confused at the time travelling aspect of the plot she allowed her mind to wander to the previous night. As always Jim had been as good as his word and she had enjoyed the most memorable night so far with Jim and Bob.

  She smiled to herself as she recalled it. After moving her belongings from next door she had taken him to the supermarket to get something for dinner and cooked a meal for him, much to his surprise and then they sat in front of the TV for a while before ending up back in their bed. That still gave her a fuzzy feeling inside, their bed. He had gone into super sex god mode and she had lost track of time and orgasms when he pulled her to her feet and pinned her against the wall with her arms held above her head. She felt weak and wasn’t sure her legs would be able to support her, but she needn’t have worried as Jim was more than happy to support her as he entered her, their bodies fusing together as one. She recalled how she’d cried out at the sensation.

  Somehow, standing up had made things more intense, deeper and then as he began to move inside her she heard it, the faint buzz of a vibrator. She soon discovered his intention for it when his hand disappeared behind her. Her initial thought was that he was merely supporting her by putting a hand underneath her behind. She was wrong. He actually went beyond her cheeks, spread them, then his finger penetrated her gently; he moved it slowly and gently, in and out and then replaced it with the smallest vibrator making her gasp.

  “Relax Tasha. Trust me, baby,” he said and kissed her gently as he moved it in and out, making her moan.

  She had never felt so full and that in itself was a serious turn on and very quickly she was crying out as she climaxed again a split second before him. He stilled for a second and removed the vibrator before returning her to the bed where he kissed her again, gently at first and then more forcefully, starting with her face and then moving slowly down her body until he was between her thighs again, making her call out his name. He got to his feet and smiled at her.

  She sat up and attempted to take him in her hands and she hoped her mouth, but he pulled back. “No. This is for you, Tasha. Lie down, baby,” he told her, his voice firm letting her know she just needed to comply. “Close your eyes.”

  She was lying still with her eyes shut when she felt his head back between her legs.

  “No, James. I don’t think I can.” She’d felt her senses were completely frazzled, she was so sensitive to every touch he made. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do this again without losing control, mentally, emotionally and physically.

  “For me, Tasha. Let me do this for you,” he pleaded. “Say yes, baby.”

  “Yes,” she replied, in spite of her determination to say no.

  As he settled between her splayed thighs and made her cry out again, she realised as he teased and tormented her that tears had put in an appearance again. The idea of crying briefly distracted Tasha. After a short internal dialogue with herself, she kept her tears at bay. Her fingers laced through Jim’s hair and for a second she was unsure whether she was pulling him closer or attempting to push him away. A strange, full sensation brought her back to the moment. Jim was still between her thighs, his fingers and mouth coaxing her towards more pleasure. Then it all made sense. She heard and felt the vibration starting. Bob moved in and out of her while he mouthed her clitoris. She was so close again. She was unsure if she could do this again, but Jim knew just how to do this to her and suddenly she was bucking beneath him and screaming out again, a combination of moaning, crying and sobbing. She felt she was almost done, but suddenly Bob was gone and Jim was there, taking her again, claiming her as his own.

  “Come on Tasha, do it for me,” he pleaded, somehow desperate for them to share this together. He increased his speed and rhythm, forcing her body to quicken as it chased a final release.

  She tried to hold back. If she could get him to come first she would be okay; she tensed and relaxed her muscles in time with his thrusts and as his breathing became more ragged she could feel how close he was, but he wanted her to take them both there, together. “Come on, baby, for me.”

  “I don’t think I can,” she protested.

  “You know what I want, don’t you?”

  “You want me to come,” she said, thinking it was obvious what he wanted and the truth was she was struggling to hold back from giving it to him.

  “I want more than that, honey. You know what I want, come on, Tasha give it to me.” He pulled her to him, closer, tighter, as he pounded away. As she felt the electricity building she wasn’t sure what to do and then he said two words that told her exactly what he wanted, but also what she needed to do.

  “Let go,” he told her, and she did.

  As soon as she did, it was instantaneous; she fell apart completely, for him and with him.

  She was beyond sobbing and her mind was all over the place, she was completely disorientated as he stilled and called to her. “Tasha, you’re mine. I will never let you go,” he hissed.

  Just when she thought there was nothing left to hold back her body let go further and she became heavy and limp, totally wrung out from the whole experience and then she felt it. She’d wet herself. She was mortified by the thought of it, but she was definitely in a puddle of some kind. Her next thought was for the new sheets she was on. With a mental kick for hersel
f she was relieved when Jim rolled away from her onto his own side of the bed. She wasn’t sure if she should say something, but what? ‘Sorry, I appear to have pee’d myself!’

  “God, you really are going to kill me, Natasha. That was something else, baby. Nobody comes quite like you do and ejaculation was more than I could have dreamed of when I thought of you letting go.”

  “What? Is that what that was? Am I supposed to do that?” she asked, making James laugh loudly as he pulled her to him and kissed her forehead gently.

  “Yes, that’s what it was, and I don’t think you’re not supposed to do it, but it’s not an everyday occurrence. So says Mr Six Times Married and never had anyone do it before.” He laughed again.

  “Don’t laugh at me. I thought I’d pee’d myself.” She smacked his chest.

  He roared now as he pinned her arms above her head and glowered over her chest.

  “You wanna play rough, baby? I can do that for you.”

  “I really couldn’t,” she said seriously.

  He leaned in, kissed her gently on the lips and said, “We are going to have a very happy marriage, Tasha. Very happy and very long if you keep doing things like that for me. Now go to sleep because I’m getting hard thinking about tonight.” he said seriously as he rolled back onto his side of the bed and pulled her across to join him. “Not everyone knows this, but I am actually a gentleman and I can’t have my future wife sleeping in the wet patch on the bed.”

  “And that is one of the many reasons why I love you,” she said as he enveloped her in his embrace and found sleep came easily and was welcomed by them both.

  She came back to the present when she realised Jim was stroking her hand.

  “Are you okay? You seem distant.”

  “Mmm, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”

  “About what?” he asked in a whisper against her ear.

  She looked down and suddenly felt embarrassed to admit the details.

  “What?” he asked, breathing in her ear, causing her to shudder.

  She really had never met anyone like him, the things he did, and the way he made her feel. “Last night,” she replied in a barely audible voice.