Where There's a Will...
Page 13
“Sam was the same, but I tuned him out. It wasn’t until I went to visit my sister that I grew the balls to come back and finally open up. She made me realise that even if you didn’t feel the same, I needed to tell you how I felt so I could start getting over whatever ‘this’ was… is…”
“And how do you feel?” There were nerves in her voice that matched my own. Holding her close, I rested my forehead against hers for a few moments while I once again collected my thoughts.
“I want, no, I need to be with you. I tried getting over you, and it didn’t work, so I need to give us a try. Only if you’re willing and will have me.”
“What about the small matter of thousands of miles and a fucking ocean separating us on a daily basis?” It wasn’t a ‘no’ which flickered a moment of hope within me.
“Well, I can do my job pretty much anywhere I set up my equipment… like say, a spare room in an apartment above a pub.”
The smile that split Zoe’s face was the widest I’d ever seen it, and was contagious. The grin on my own face made my cheeks ache, but I didn’t give a shit.
“In that case, I’ll think about it.” Zoe climbed off me, picked up the empty plates and cups, and walked out of the room.
Wait, what?
“What are you doing in here in the dark?” Zoe’s voice sounded louder than any of the gigs I’d been to in the near pitch-black lounge. I stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a drink.
“I’m thirsty.”
“Well, the bed’s cold without you.” I could feel the warmth of her body as she approached me. It wasn’t until she wrapped her arms around me that I realised that she was also naked. Naturally, my cock sprang to attention at the contact.
“Well, maybe we need to warm it up again.” Bending my head, I pressed my lips against her, the kiss slow and lazy.
“I think that’s the second best idea you’ve ever had William Harvey.” Zoe spoke up as soon as the kiss ended.
“Is that right? And what was the first?”
“To walk into my pub that evening.”
“Well, that wasn’t much of a choice, more of a necessity to stop Sam peeing his pants, but I kind of agree.”
She still hadn’t commented on my suggesting I move to London on a permanent basis, but, judging by the way we had fallen into bed after she’d helped the girls close the pub, I was almost certain she was open to the idea. I just needed her to verbalise her agreement. There was no way on Earth I was going to push myself onto her in any way.
I felt her link her fingers with mine as I wrapped my free arm around her waist, pulling her close. Her gasp at the feel of my erection was soft, but audible.
“It was still a great choice.” Slowly, reaching between us, Zoe took hold of my rock-hard cock and began to stroke it, agonisingly slowly.
I leaned my head back against the wall behind me, relishing the sensations flooding through my body. My body wanted her to go faster, but she maintained the same steady pace, driving me insane.
More than anything I wanted her to make her choice, but I didn’t want to rush her into anything that may cause either of us any regret.
“I would hope not, after all, it’s hard to regret something after you move thousands of miles into a flat above a London pub.”
As my brain registered her words, realising I’d been muttering out loud, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my now aching cock.
“Fuck…”
It took me three months to get myself legally able to live and work in the UK and to arrange the shipment of all my equipment to London, but finally it was time for me to board my flight at LAX. Sam, Preston, Johnny, and Abraham had come to see me off.
Cosmic Tush was in the process of planning a UK tour so I could get settled down before having to disappear again for work. They wanted me to film footage for a live DVD while they had hired Gwen as their official tour photographer, something she had been sworn to secrecy about until all the venues were confirmed and booked. Naturally, she’d told Zoe and Casey who had made sure she didn’t blab online.
As we waited for my flight to be called, I paced on the patch of linoleum in front of my gate. I was itching to get going, back to Zoe.
“Dude, calm down. It won’t be long now, just sit your ass down.” Sam tried to grab hold of my arm as I walked past him for the millionth time.
“I can’t, I need to get going.”
“Seriously, sit down. Just think, in less than twenty-four hours, you’ll be shooting your load into Zoe instead of all over your bed while jacking off to her photo.”
I stopped pacing and turned to stare at Sam who was laughing at the disgust that must have been clear on my face.
“Don’t look at me like that, we all know what was going on…”
“Sam. Shut the fuck up.” My voice was low, almost a growl, as I spoke.
For the past three months, Sam had done nothing but antagonise me about the move. While I knew he was happy for me, he couldn’t bring himself to actually act like it. No, he ripped me to shreds at every opportunity.
“Aw man, you know I’m gonna miss you. Who else am I going to trade barbs with when you’re gone?” He stood up to pull me into a tight hug. Emotion flooded through me as I realised that my leaving the states was the end of an era. Apart from Reece leaving, our group, friends since high school, had always been together. Me leaving the country was a big deal. I was going to miss all of them, as much as they pissed me off.
“Dude, are you gonna cry?” I teased as I was pulled out of Sam’s arms and into a group session of hugs and back slapping.
“Fuck you.” Was Sam’s response as he grinned at me.
An overhead speaker system called my flight number, causing another round of back slaps and tight hugs.
“Gonna miss you fuckers.” I called out as I passed through the gate and towards the airplane that would carry me to my new home, to Zoe.
Because of her crazy long hours at the pub, Zoe wouldn’t be able to meet me off my flight which didn’t bother me. I was planning on jumping in a cab and getting to the pub as quickly as legally possible.
Thankfully, I had no issues with immigration as I made my way through Heathrow Airport and was soon waiting to make my way through customs with my stuff which hadn’t been sent ahead with my work equipment.
As I emerged into the arrivals area, the first thing I saw was Zoe waiting just beyond the barrier, holding a card with my name on it. Laughing to myself, I headed straight toward her.
“Hey you.” I just about managed to drop my bags as she greeted me by throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a passionate kiss.
“Hey.” My voice was soft once the kiss was broken. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“Well, just make sure you don’t go away again any time soon.”
I bent to retrieve my dropped bags before linking hands with Zoe. We walked out of the airport, through the parking lot to where her car was parked.
“Not planning on it.”
“Let’s get you home. I’ve got the rest of the day off and we have three months to catch up on.”
The End
I always worry about this part and that I’m going to forget someone, so if I do… I apologise from the bottom of my heart, or the heart of my bottom. It’s bigger most of the time.
First of all, as always, Vikki Love, Sam Moden, and Jade Pitman. Thank you all for reading through Where There’s a Will… and telling me it wasn’t as bad as I was worried it was. You’re all amazing.
Michelle McLoughney. Thank you for, more than once, talking me off the edge while I was finishing this up. You’re my sister from another Mr. (and Mrs.) and I couldn’t adore you more. We need pints.
Sarah Hutchinson. You always get a special mention in these because you’re the bitch to my jerk, the Alec to my Jace, and now the Stewart to my Dean. I bloody love you and I wouldn’t be without you.
JC Clarke… what can I say about you that hasn’t already been
said? (Well, there’s plenty, but I don’t think people would appreciate it here). I don’t trust anyone else with my book covers and formatting. You blow me away every day with everything you can do and everything you overcome. You’re pretty amazing, don’t let anyone tell you different.
To my reader group. I appreciate every single one of you more than I can ever vocalise. Keep being awesome!
M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. She often procrastinates by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open; she is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.
Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way, in the hopes that her portfolio of what have been described as “everyday love stories for everyday people” will continue to grow. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.
Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if...”
mbfeeney.wordpress.com
Right Click, Love
Just Like in the Movies
Honour
The One That Got Away
Dear Diary
Reluctance
Repentance
Dear John
The Exchange Series: The Complete Collection
It Started in Texas
Looking Back from L.A.
Girls and Boys