by Ford, Mia
One of the best things about telling my dad about me and Jamie was the way he didn’t make me feel like a teenager getting carried away with my feelings because this isn’t puppy love, this is the real deal. I just know it, now that I have Jamie Vardi I’m going to be with him forever. I can just tell.
“I’m excited too.” He runs his fingers up and down my arm, making me shiver. “So much.”
I snuggle under his arm, allowing my eyes to slide closed for just a second. I won’t go to sleep here; I can’t go to sleep in the Vardi household. That’s just asking for trouble. But I also love the feel of Jamie’s arms around me. He makes me feel warm and safe, like nothing bad can ever happen to me here.
“We’ll be able to sleep like this every night one day,” Jamie murmurs, almost as if he can read my mind. “That’s awesome, isn’t it? I couldn’t imagine anything else in the world.”
I still can’t believe that I’m in this position. If I think back to when my feelings for Jamie were just a crush, I never would have thought that we would end up here, in the happiest relationship of my life. I mean, we were in love, this was serious. This was even better than I ever could have hoped for. And it just keeps getting better.
“I couldn’t imagine anything better, Jamie, I love you.”
God, I adore saying those words, they make my heart flutter free. I can finally be honest about who I am, and how I feel. But I also really love it when Jamie says them too. I cherish it every single time. They’re all in a little case in my brain.
“I love you too.” He kisses me on the head. “So very much.”
Just five more minutes, I tell myself, just needing to embrace this for a little while longer. Five more minutes then it’ll be time to sneak out and go back home.
I hate the leaving part, but it’s okay. I can suffer it because I know that Jamie and I have a future to look forward to. We really are going to do this; he’s going to follow through on his promise.
8
Jamie
“Hmmm,” I murmur as I snuggle in closer to Lydia. My arms wrapped tightly around her waist and I rest my face into her hair, inhaling her delicious scent. “I’ve been dreaming about you, all night long.”
Dreaming… wait! All of a sudden, I snap my eyes open as I realize that it’s morning. It’s morning and Lydia has been here all night long! At some point, we must have fallen asleep which we’ve never done before. We’re usually so careful. We’re getting cocky which is so damn risky. It’ll wind up with us in trouble.
But as I look down at Lydia’s angelic sleeping face, the ice cold panic in my body subsides a little and I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips. She looks so stunning. I can’t help but wonder what’s going on inside of her mind. I had a dream about us living in a home together and it’s made me more excited. I feel like I’m growing impatient now, like I want to start our lives together right away. Maybe it’s time…
“Oh, morning.” Lydia stirs and slowly opens up her eyes. “How are you doing today?”
I pause and wait for her to realize what’s going on here. To be fair, it took me a couple of moments, so there’s no reason why it shouldn’t take her a little while too. It seems that is something else we have in common. We both take some time to come around in the morning, which will make for an interesting future, that’s for sure!
“Oh shit!” She bolts up into a sitting position. “I’m still here! How did that happen?”
I chuckle as she stares at me with wide shocked eyes. “I don’t know; I guess we just crashed.”
When it doesn’t look like she’s going to calm down by herself, I do the only thing I can and I lean in and I kiss her hard. I cup her cheeks in my hand and I kiss her hard, my heart fluttering in my chest as I do. Her plump lips are incredible… so incredible that it isn’t long until my body is reacting violently to her. In my defense, she’s been lying in bed naked all night long, how am I supposed to feel? She’s a gorgeous woman and I love her.
“Ooh,” she giggles as Lydia feels my rock hard erection pressing against her. “Really?”
“Well, we’re already here doing something naughty, aren’t we?” I give her a shrug. “So, why not?”
Her eyelids become heavy with lust, I can see the desire coursing through her veins. She throws her leg over me, straddling me, which causes my breaths to fall raggedly out of my mouth. The fact that Lydia is so up for this, despite all the potential risks that are involved, makes me grin. She’s perfect for me, honestly!
“Oh God,” I groan as she grinds her hips against me, rolling her hot wet slit over me. “Oh, Lydia.”
She nibbles on my bottom lip as my hands work their way up to her breasts. I brush my thumbs over her gorgeous nipples which are standing at attention for me. The more I touch them, the louder she pants. She might be the one on top of me, but she’s crumbling above me. I have complete control over her and I love it. I love it when she succumbs to me and she trusts me enough to let me have the power over her sexy body.
I grip onto her hips, just about to angle myself into her, but just before that moment happens, Lydia flattens her palm against my chest and she halts me. Just as I thought I had control, she’s snatching it back, which I have to admit I like just as much. I watch in sheer amazement as she shimmies back on the bed and she slides down almost onto her stomach. Lydia keeps her eyes fixed on me as she wraps her delicate little fingers around my steel rod. She slowly pumps her hand up and down my length while watching my reaction. A guttural groan flies out of my mouth and my head lolls to one side in sheer ecstasy. She feels fucking phenomenal.
Then, she completely strips all the air from my body completely by pressing her lips against my cock in the sexiest chaste little kiss in the world. The feeling is intense. It actually makes my hips flip up off the bed in a second of shock. As my butt hits the sheets again, I try my hardest to remain in control. It’s a good job I do, because Lydia’s next move is to wrap those delicate little lips around me and to slide my right to the back of her throat. Her wet mouth surrounds me, and it’s so gorgeous I might be on fire. I feel about as lit up as I can possibly be, which I have to say is my favorite ever way to wake up. I want it more, all the freaking time.
“Fucking hell,” I moan desperately, needingly. “Lydia, this feels… it’s too… oh my God.”
I can’t even get the words out, they’re just too much. We’ve done a lot together, but I haven’t ever been in Lydia’s mouth before and fuck me, it just feels amazing. As her tongue darts out and she flicks it up and down me while she moves, I’m pretty sure that I’ve died and gone to heaven. A hot blissful sensation builds behind my cock and I’m scared that if she doesn’t stop soon, it’ll explode freely from me. But I can’t make her stop…
My heart hammers violently against my rib cage, I can feel it about to explode from my chest. I fist the sheets beneath me, trying not to buck and force myself further into her mouth. I want this to happen, exactly as it is.
But then, as if she can sense exactly what I need, Lydia rips her delicious mouth away from me and she moves back up my body to straddle me once more. I feel the slick wetness of her and it has my heart racing.
“You’re amazing,” I gasp into her mouth as I run my hands up and down her sticky back. “I love you.”
Lydia doesn’t answer me with words, but she doesn’t have to. She grips her hands around my neck and slides down onto my length, covering me entirely. As I push into her, a guttural groan flies out of my mouth and intense desire floods me completely. She feels absolutely incredible; this is a feeling I want to cling to forever.
I buck my hips, thrusting deeper into her, burying my face into her neck as I do. Sitting up like this and clinging on to one another as we make love is the most wonderful feeling in the world. As are her lovely little whimpers. She sounds like she’s in heaven, which I love. I adore making her feel so amazing. She sure as hell makes me feel this way. As her forehead rests against mine and I stare deeply into her
eyes, I fall even deeper.
“I want to marry you,” I decide as my head spins wildly. “I want to marry you right now.”
Lydia’s head falls back and I can’t resist nipping the wonderful exposed flesh that she shows me. My teeth nip against her skin and she seems to love it. She rolls her hips even harder into me, grinding against my cock. The sensation is overwhelming, I can’t help it, I feel the intense pressure growing in my system.
“We can’t get… married…in secret…” Lydia pants out. “You… crazy fool.”
She’s right and I know she is, but I can’t get the image out of my mind. I just know that she’s the one. I don’t want to be with anyone else for the rest of my life, this is the woman for me.
I dig my nails into her hips, guiding her up and down me as the hot bliss gets the better of her. Lydia begins to crumble, to fall apart, and it’s up to me to hold her upright. She leans into me, slumping her whole weight against my chest as she buckles and shatters under the pressure of the orgasm. Feeling her in that way is too much for me, I can’t hold back anymore, so as her walls clamp tightly around me, the pressure lets loose and I simply explodes, along with another very loud moan bursting free from me. God, it feels phenomenal.
“Oh, Lydia,” I gush as I cling to her. “Don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go.”
She rests her head on top of mine, not yet moving off of me. I can feel her heart hammering, taking ages to calm down and slow along with her breathing. I really mean it; I would love to stay here forever with her.
“I really do have to go,” she finally almost whispers sadly as she slides off me. “I need to get to work.”
“Urgh, work.” I roll my eyes. “You can’t keep working for my father forever.”
She offers me a helpless shrug. “What else am I supposed to do?”
I move quickly onto my knees and stare up at Lydia, hating the way she’s hiding her body with clothes. It means it’ll be forever before I get to see her naked again, and God do I love those curves of hers! “We need to leave,” I say a little too rapidly. “We should go and live in the city, get jobs there.”
She pauses and gives me a curious look. “You don’t actually want to leave from here, do you? You can’t. Your father is here and so is all your money. We wouldn’t really have anything if we left now, would we?”
“I don’t care.” I give her a shrug. “I want to go. I don’t need any of that anymore.”
Lydia doesn’t answer me, but she doesn’t look too convinced either. I can see why, she knows I’ve had all this luxury my whole life and I’m sure she’s confused as to why I’d want to give it all up, but I truly have come to terms with this idea. I’m happy to leave for her. But it wouldn’t be just for us, I’d also be doing it for me. Now that I’ve started thinking about my future career I really do want it. I want all of it, the whole life which comes with it. It’s a pretty picture and I want every single aspect of it sooner rather than later.
But I don’t have time to get into that right now. We can discuss it later. We have all the time in the world to get into the details of our future plans together. We can spend time getting everything perfect.
“Do you think your dad will notice if I’m wearing the same clothes?” Lydia asks me, far too distracted for me to have this conversation right now. “I look pretty scruffy, don’t I? You can tell I haven’t showered.”
To me, she just has that adorable post sex look, which is wonderful. “You look fine,” I reassure her. “You don’t need to worry about anything at all. I’m sure my father won’t notice a thing.” I kiss her lightly on the lips, causing the smallest of smiles to spread across her cheeks as I do. “Now, you get yourself dressed and we’ll sneak you out of here. Then later on we can figure out where we go from here.”
“Ooh.” She wiggles her shoulders playfully. “That sounds great. I can’t wait for it. But right now, you better get dressed too… if you’re going to sneak me out of here that is.”
I do as she commands, grinning at her as I do. Lydia Burns has no idea how much she means to me, and I hope I get the chance to show her soon enough.
9
Lydia
I have a feeling of invincibility as we leave Jamie’s room, a sensation that absolutely nothing can tear us apart. This man, the boy who I’ve been admiring from afar forever, loves me and talks about marriage as if it makes perfect sense. I can tell that he means it too, he really does want to get hitched. And maybe move to the city too, to start a new life together. It all sounds so lovely and the fact that he’s thought of it is perfect.
Jamie laces his fingers through mine as we tiptoe out into the hallway, making me giggle gleefully…
“What the hell is this?” All of a sudden, Mr. Vardi’s booming voice shatters the magic of the moment. “Just as I suspected. The two of you must think that I’m utterly stupid to not notice what’s going on.”
His hands are on his hips, his cheeks have flushes a purple red color with rage, he has the appearance of a kettle about to boil over because he’s so damn mad. My whole body freezes over with fear, I feel utterly terrified. I knew this moment would have to come eventually, and I knew it wouldn’t go well, but I thought it would be on our terms. No such luck… we’ve been stupid, acted idiotically and now we’re utterly stuffed.
“I… I…” I snatch my hand away from Jamie’s not wanting to inflame things. “I’m sorry…”
But Mr. Vardi isn’t looking at me. I suppose I’m just the employee, it’s his son that he’s more concerned about. “Jamie, what the hell are you playing at? Have I not warned you about this? You don’t want this.”
Jamie stammers, not quite getting out an answer. I can’t stand to look at him at this terrifying moment, but I can see he’s falling apart. All the big plans that he had for us crumble into dust under his father’s almighty presence. I can understand why, he’s a very intimidating man, but it also leaves me a little disappointed. I allowed myself to believe in Jamie’s words, at least most of them, some of them seemed too good to be true, but now it seems that I might have been mistaken in my belief. Maybe it was all just pillow talk, not to come of anything.
“I told you not to go near her,” Mr. Vardi sneers as if I’m a piece of dirt. “I warned you. I hired her so you couldn’t go anywhere near her because she isn’t good enough for you. You don’t want a gold digger.”
Woah… my heart stops dead in my chest as I digest this. He only hired me to keep me away from Jamie? That really does hurt because I saw it as an opportunity, as me being wanted by someone. Now I find out that it’s all just a lie and that my future doesn’t mean anything to anyone. I’m lost all over again. It’s like the end of high school once more. I’m the girl left with absolutely no choices… it feels utterly agonizing.
While I try to digest all of this without collapsing in a heap, Jamie stutters and stammers some more. It doesn’t escape my attention that he hasn’t exactly stood up for me yet which isn’t a good sign. He said that he was willing to give up everything for me, but it seems that was just empty words with absolutely no truth being them.
“I… I’m sorry,” I pant out, deciding to take control of the conversation. “I’ll leave…”
“Leave what?” Mr. Vardi’s angry eyes flash at me, making me regret that I spoke at all. “The job or Jamie? Because you don’t need to worry about leaving the job.” Just before I dare to ask a stupid question, such as ‘why not?’, he clarifies. “Because you’re fired. I don’t want you near this house again. Or my son.”
The breath gets sucked from my body completely, my lungs feels utterly empty. My heart races painfully inside my body, pumping hot blood all around me. I’m losing my job, and Mr. Vardi wants me to give up Jamie too. Everything that makes my current existence worthwhile is being stripped from me.
“And if I ever find out that you and Jamie are still together, your father’s job will be at risk.”
As that one final manipulative statement flies out of hi
s mouth, a tear trickles down my cheek. There’s been a wetness to my eyes now ever since this conversation started, but the fact that my actions have had the exact repercussions that my dad was afraid of devastates me. He was right about all of it. I’m so naïve.
“No.” I shake my head rapidly. “I won’t, I promise. My dad cannot lose his job. It’ everything to him.”
Mr. Vardi’s lips curl up into a nasty smile. He knows that he’s got me. He has his hands wrapped metaphorically around my neck and he’s squishing the life right out of me. He knows how much my father needs the money, and I suppose this is how he gets by in life, using his cash as power. It’s horrible, but what can I do?
“I will only let your father keep his job if I never see your face around here again.”
I take a step away from him, nodding sadly as I do. I chew down on my bottom lip, inhaling tears as I go. This is horrible, I would give absolutely anything to go back to the wonderful bliss I was in only moments before. That was everything, for a little while I thought that I had my life completely figured out. Now, I have nothing.
I dart one glance at Jamie who’s standing there completely shell shocked. He can’t really love me if he’s so happy to let me go. I know he’s probably never stood up to his father before, but if there was ever a time, it’s now. This is it, while I’m slipping through his fingers, silently pleading with him to do the right thing…
“No!” Finally, some strength comes into his voice and he says this angrily. I pause, waiting to see where we’re going with this one. “No, I won’t let you send Lydia away like that, this is stupid.”
Despite the shakiness in his voice, I can see that Mr. Vardi is rattled by his son’s words. I suck in a breath and hold it. I don’t dare let it out in the middle of this tense situation. It’s petrifying!
“No?” Mr. Vardi sneers. “What do you mean, no? Do you even understand what you’re saying?”