“Where is he?” I grind out.
“He-he’s in jail. I wasn’t the only girl he touched. No charges were brought against my father or cousin because they acted in self-defence on my behalf.”
“He is fucking lucky that I can’t get to him, or Damon. I know that Damon would flip his shit if I told him.”
“Damon? Are you guys still talking?” she stutters out.
“Yeah, honey. That is one of the reasons I came out here to talk to you.” She pulls back and looks up at me, her little frown making her look cute.
“What, Ford?”
“I am leaving early. They are letting me out, sweetheart. But I want you to know that I am here for you every step of the way. I will never walk away from you.” Cleo nods her head and takes a deep breath.
“I trust you, Ford. You have made me see that not all men are like my uncle. If you say that Dex and Jay are great men, then I believe you. Same for Allen.”
“I can tell you now, if Dex and Jay step out of line, Addy will be there to kick their arses for you. She doesn’t take shit from anyone.” That makes her chuckle. I help her to her feet. She wraps her arms around my waist, hugging me to her. I follow suit and just hold her. Cleo has become the little sister that I never had.
“I will come and say goodbye to you before I go, okay? I would never leave without seeing you first. Love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you too, Ford. You are like a big brother to me too.”
I step away and walk back to my room, needing to talk to Damon. I need to get rid of this feeling of pure rage inside me, and I know that he is the only person that can calm me down.
I load up the laptop and send him a message on Hi-Talk
Ford18: I need you!
HotHeadV: Fuck. What’s up?
Ford18: You know that I have told you about Cleo. Well, today she told me what her uncle did to her. I wanna fucking kill him, Damon. Like brutally fucking end him.
HotHeadV: Do I wanna know what he did?
Ford18: Probably not, no. I am fucking livid right now.
HotHeadV: Just take a deep breath and tell me about your day.
Ford18: I need to hit something! The day started out great. I’ve been cleared for early release. The doc says that I have made a huge improvement and she is happy that we are going to spend some one-on-one time together before we go public.
HotHeadV: I’m glad we have the doc’s approval.
Ford18: Me too. What date have you been given to get out?
HotHeadV: I haven’t yet. Still waiting to hear. They’re taking their sweet-arse time about it, that’s for sure. What date have you got?
Ford18: They haven’t given me one either. Hopefully it will be very fucking soon. I need to touch you. I need to believe that this is fucking real.
HotHeadV: Yeah, I get that. As soon as I know, you’ll be the first person I tell. Coach has backed me all the way. He said some time away is good, and he’s got my next fight lined up.
Ford18: That is awesome. I will be there every step of the way. I can’t wait to see you fight. Getting all hot and sweaty. Fuck, I am getting hard again. I have a few things I need to sort out for when I leave but it should be sorted soon.
HotHeadV: Oh yeah? What do you need to sort out? I want you there with me, cage side with the coach. That okay?
Ford18: Now that would be telling. I am well up for that. I will be your number one fan. LOL.
HotHeadV: You may have to fight for that spot. Everyone loves ‘Hot Head’ Vardy. I seriously can’t wait to get out of here and kiss you. Doc said it should be within a week.
Ford18: Fuck that shit. No fucker will love you more than me.
I click send and then read what I just sent him. I hold my breath, freaking out a little.
HotHeadV: I love that you’re willing to fight for me. Does time seem to be stopping now as we get closer to meeting?
Ford18: I feel that, yeah. It will be well worth the wait, I can tell you that. Soon, baby. Fucking soon. I have to pop off and get a few things done for my release. I will chat tomorrow, babe.
HotHeadV: Call me when you get into bed. I miss seeing that body of yours.
Ford18: Will do. I miss yours too. Later.
I log off and set the laptop on the bed next to me. I leave my room and head over to Doctor Wilks’s office to ask for her permission for me to sort out what I need. I need to call in a few favours for me to do this for Damon and me.
We will get our time. To be us. To find us.
Thank fuck that this day is finally here. Fifty-six days in rehab. My plan is to leave this place, get a taxi home, jump in my car and head straight to Woods Lake Recovery. I need to see Ford and I need to see him now. No more waiting around.
“Congratulations, Damon. You’ve done it.” Doctor Shilcott shakes my hand as I stand in the communal area waiting to leave.
“Thanks, Doc. I know I wasn’t willing to be here in the beginning, but this has been great for me.” All my thoughts fly to Ford. If I hadn’t beaten up Noble, then I would never have been placed in here and never have met him. That thought alone causes my chest to tighten. I hadn’t even met this guy yet and I was falling head over heels in love with him.
“Good luck, Damon. We don’t want to see you back here.” Doctor Tamer smiles.
“I won’t be. I’ve got my anchor now. The one person who calms me.” I sling my bag onto my shoulder just as Will walks through the door.
“You off, man?” I nod my head. “Good luck.” He slaps me on the shoulder and I take a deep breath as I wave goodbye to everyone.
Will buzzes me through the security door and I say goodbye to Nora at the front desk as I push open the large set of black doors.
I jog down the steps and see a long black limo parked by the curb. I wonder what celebrity is about to step out of that and be checked in to rehab.
The driver steps out, and it looks like I’m going to see first-hand who it is.
“Mr. Vardy?” he calls out. I jerk my chin and he steps to the passenger door and opens it.
“That’s not for me.”
“Someone would really like to see you.” He smiles.
I hesitate. What if I am about to be kidnapped? What if this is payback for what I did to Noble, or for the money I probably lost a lot of people who’d betted against me?
“Fine,” I grumble and head towards the open door.
“I can take your bag, Mr. Vardy?”
“No thanks. I got it.” I put my foot into the limo, and then I’m being dragged inside. Before I can think, there is a set of firm lips pressed against mine. I pull back slightly and become overwhelmed when I see that Ford is the one sitting in the limo. He is the one kissing me. I grab the back of his head and slam my lips down onto his. This feels right. The euphoria is so much more than kicking the shit out of some guy.
“Hey.” I smile at him, his smile taking my breath away.
“Hey. Fuck, you feel good.”
“What the hell is all this? Thought you were getting out tomorrow?” I still can’t believe that he is sitting in front of me.
“I kinda lied. Sorry. I wanted to be here for you when you got out. I have a few things planned for us. Do you trust me?”
“Hell yeah. I’m all yours for the next two weeks until I have to start training again.”
“Thank fuck. I am taking us away, babe. Just us. No one around us unless we go looking for people. I have the private jet waiting to take us to our destination.”
“Can’t fucking wait." I smile at him again. "Carry on, driver,” I shout as I flick the button to put up the privacy screen. “I can’t get enough of you. I want more.” I whisper against Ford's mouth.
We kiss and our hands roam, until the car comes to a stop and the back door is opened. I look outside to see a white jet sitting on the tarmac and the cabin crew waiting for us.
“You know, I don’t have many clothes with me, and nothing for hot weather. If that’s what we need where we are going?”<
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“Baby, you don’t need clothes where we are going. But we can do a little shop when we get there. It is hot as fuck where we’re going. The water is amazing.”
“No clothes… I’m loving the sound of this more and more.” I smile at him. We head towards the plane and I’m surprised when Ford grabs my hand. Butterflies take off in my stomach and my heart rate jumps. If this is how I feel from holding hands, my whole world is about to be blown apart.
We arrive in destination paradise. Bora Bora. The water is bright blue, the sand is white and the sun is hot. I liked to have a holiday every year. One year it was a boy’s holiday with my brothers Alex and Callum, and another year I took Olivia to Orlando and we went to Disney Land. She had been a freak for all things Disney. Even her car had the sign ‘powered by fairy dust’.
The hut that Ford has treated us to is gorgeous. It’s on stilts in the ocean. It has a private outside seating area, much like a patio. There are steps that lead down from the bedroom and onto a decking area, and then another set of steps that lead into the ocean. I can’t wait to take a dip in the water.
I am currently sitting on one of the sofas, staring out at the blue sky and blue sea. My thoughts drift back to the last several months. Losing Olivia, winning the fight of my life, injuring Noble, rehab, and finally, finding Ford.
I glance to my left to see that Ford is in the hut, flitting about. He had brought a few items of clothing with him and was putting them away.
The bed is huge and is in a room that has an amazing view of the ocean. It is a very romantic place to be, and I’m glad that I am here with him.
My eyes stay glued to Ford as he reaches behind his head and yanks off his t-shirt. Man, this guy is hot, toned and sculpted. Who knew football players had bodies like this.
As soon as we’d landed on this island, I’d torn my t-shirt off. It was fucking hot. I definitely won’t be needing any clothes while we are here.
I smile as I see Ford ambling towards me. His dirty blonde hair is styled to perfection and I desperately want to run my hands through it.
“Hey,” I say as he approaches me. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he leans forwards and kisses me with fervour and passion. I grasp his hips and pull him into my body. He straddles me and I can already feel his hardness against my stomach.
I push my hands into his hair and ruffle up his perfect style. A groan escapes his lips as I pull on his hair slightly. So, he likes it rough, I can definitely work with that.
Our lips part and he begins a trail of kisses down my body, starting just below my ear and ending at the waistband of my shorts. He looks up at me once he is settled on his knees in between my legs. His eyebrow rises in question and I wave my hand in the air, telling him that he can do whatever he wants.
He yanks at my shorts until I raise my hips off the sofa. We are outside and the sun is beaming down on us. There is no one around to see. This is the life.
Ford is handsome, hypnotic and powerful as he eyes up my shaft. He licks his lips, as if he has his favourite lollipop in front of him. I love getting my cock sucked. I’d have it done every day if I could.
“Fuck.” I mutter as his greedy mouth takes on a bold possessive nature, that ignites a hunger within me. I raise my hips until I hit the back of his throat. I shiver. Shit, it’s been way too long, and I am definitely not going to last, not like I want to.
My breathing is ragged, and as he nibbles the head of my cock, a sharp spasm of need surrounds me. I need a release.
“Faster, Ford. Faster,” I demand as I push my hips into his face more. He groans as I hold his head still and pump into his mouth, until my release erupts from my body in long hot spurts of ecstasy.
Once I have calmed down and can finally open my eyes again, I notice that Ford has disappeared. I look to my left to see that he is walking back into the hut. As he reaches the bedroom, he kicks his shorts off and nods his head at me over his shoulder.
Hell yeah, I won’t say no to that. I jump up, leave my shorts on the decking and stroll towards my man, completely naked.
Sucking Damon off was fucking beyond amazing. The feel of his cock in my mouth almost made me come in my shorts. He was smooth like velvet but hard like steel. I drop my shorts as I make my way into the bathroom of our little, private paradise that we’re staying in for the next two weeks. The room is filled with sunlight. There is nothing covering the windows as we are completely in our own world, away from everyone. The next hut over is a fair distance away. Only the decking pathway joining us.
The white bath stands out against the wooden panelling of the room. The light wood and white theme runs through the whole hut. I lean in and turn on the water on. We need a long, hot shower after the flight we had. Bora Bora is fucking hot.
I feel him before I see him.
Damon steps up behind me and kisses my bare shoulder. I love his mouth on me. His stubble prickles against my skin.
“What did I do to deserve that?”
“By being you. I have been wanting to do that for so fucking long.” I turn in his arms and take his mouth in a chaste kiss. Well, it was supposed to be a little kiss before stepping into the shower and washing the day off, but my man has other ideas.
Damon slants his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Our tongues battle it out. He groans, and I know that he can taste himself on me. He is fighting for domination and I know that Damon will win every time. He needs to control me, and I am all up for that. His large hands drop to my naked arse and tug me closer to him. Our cocks rub against each other.
“Shower, first,” I force out between his kisses. I step back out of his embrace, feeling a little bereft at the loss of contact. I step in and hold my hand out to him. He smirks and takes it, stepping into the shower with me. The water heats my skin even more, but it is Damon that makes my skin burn.
I pick up the complimentary shower gel. I feel a slap on my arse and spin around to face Damon, who is smirking at me.
“Give me that.”
“Oh, you will have it alright, but we need to get clean first. I feel grubby as fuck from the flight.” I pour some shower gel onto my hand and start to wash his body. I start with his broad shoulders, foaming up the gel, then move down to his chest. God, I love his chest, so fucking firm and smooth. Just the way I like it. I take my time, washing every part of his body, paying close attention to his once again hard cock that is winking at me from between his toned thighs.
Me on my knees seems to please Damon, and that is one thing I want to do: please him.
“I think you like me on my knees, Mr. Vardy.”
“Oh, I do. I’d like to see you there as often as possible.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I wink up at him then climb to my feet. I go to wash my body, but Damon grips my wrists, stopping me. I frown at him, but he just offers me a smile.
“I think it’s my turn to clean you, so I can get you all dirty again.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” I stand there and watch as this hulk of a man washes my body like I am the most precious thing in the world. My body is humming with anticipation of what will follow after this shower. My cock is begging to be played with in any way that Damon wants to play. My nipples harden, and I can’t stop myself from rubbing my thumbs over them to heighten the sensation that is racing through my body. I close my eyes when I feel how close Damon is to my dick.
“We need to hurry, D. I need you to fuck me,” I pant out into the room. I know he wants this just as much as me.
“Get out of the shower and onto the bed. I’m not waiting. Go.” I don’t hesitate. I step out of the shower and grab a towel from the shelf, before quickly drying myself off. Thank fuck for air conditioning, otherwise I would be sweating like a slut in Sunday school. I stride over to the bed, lay down on my back and wait for Damon to come to me. I watch as he walks over to me. His confidence oozes from every part of his body; a body that is about to fuck me into next season.
“Is there lube and protec
tion somewhere in this room?”
I point over to my bag. “There is some in there. I came prepared for our stay.” I smirk up at him. I watch his body move, the way his muscles stretch with every step he takes. His arse is fucking perfection, and it is all mine. He opens the bag and takes out what he needs before making his way over to me.
I watch as he drops the items on the bed next to me. I lift my head and rest my hands behind it. I watch as his eyes track the movement, watching my biceps bunch.
“You want this?” I ask him.
“I’m taking this.”
“Then take it, Damon. Fucking take it all. Make me see who you really are.”
Damon wastes no time and I am thankful for it. We need to make up for the time that we have been apart. It feels like I have always known him, not met him only a few weeks ago. He leans onto the bed, covering my body with his.
We are skin to skin. Chest to chest. Cock to cock.
And it feels so fucking good. So fucking right.
I watch as he lowers his head and presses his lips to mine, taking the kiss to a whole new level. He takes my breath away. One of his hands slides down the side of my ribs and I feel his body shift to one side, giving him access to my cock that is hard as granite between us. His hand glides over my abs and hip, before coming to rest wrapped around my dick.
“Oh, fuck.” My body tingles from the contact. His grip is firm and feels amazing. He pumps me a few times before his body leaves mine and settles between my thighs. Damon’s gaze locks on mine as he takes my cock into his mouth. His eyes pierce mine, telling me that he wants to do this, even though he usually tops and dominates.
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