by J. S. Cooper
“Knock it off, Savannah.” He stood up. “You have no idea what it means to all me Sir.”
“What the hell does that mean?” My heart melted as he came towards me.
“It means, you have no idea how to be subservient or to listen and do what you’re told.”
“I always do what I’m told.”
“Then go and close the door.”
“Why?”
“You don’t get to ask why.”
“Fine.” I walked back and closed the door.
“Lock it.” He commanded.
I locked it and my heart started pounding. I had a feeling I knew where this was going and I knew I couldn’t resist. At least I could have him one last time. This time I would remember every single touch, lick and kiss. Because I knew this would be the last time.
“Walk over to me.”
I walked back to him and his eyes were filled with lust.
“Drop to your knees.”
I was about to protest but I didn’t. Instead I fell to my knees and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Unzip me.”
I pulled his zipper down slowly and then pulled his hardening cock out. He gasped at the touch of my fingers on him.
“I didn’t tell you to do that.”
“Sue me.”
“Take me into your mouth and don’t stop sucking until I tell you too.” He growled as his cock nudged my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and pressed my lips against his shaft, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging. He grunted as I sucked and licked and I increased my pace.
“Keep sucking my cock.” He muttered as his hands came down to my head. “Fuck ya, I’m going to come in your mouth.” He moved his hips in rhythm to my movements so that it was like he was fucking my face. I held onto his legs as he went deeper and deeper until suddenly his body was shuddering and he was exploding in my mouth. I swallowed his salty juices, strangely enjoying his taste and finally he pulled his cock out.
“Stand up.” He ordered me and I stood next to him. “Kiss me.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. His tongue entered my mouth and he grabbed my hair and pulled as we kissed. His hand slid to my breast and squeezed and I moaned against him. “I’m still angry with you.” He whispered against my lips.
“I’m still angry with you, too.” So angry I’m going to leave, but you don’t need to know that.
“Get on your knees.” He pulled away from me.
“What?”
“Knees on the floor now.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Fine.” I got onto my knees and looked up at him. “Now what?”
“Turn around and get onto all fours.”
“All fours?”
“Stick your ass in the air.”
“Oh.” My eyes widened as I placed my hands on the ground as well. He got onto the ground and pulled my pants down, exposing my ass to the naked air. “Oh.” I leaned forward as I was about to lose my balance. I felt his fingers between my legs and he groaned as he rubbed my wetness. He laughed roughly as his fingers ran over my clit.
“So wet and willing. You want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I whispered. I wasn’t going to bother lying. This was our last time together. I didn’t care if it was an angry fuck. I did want him inside of me. I wanted to feel him one last time.
“You want this?” He slipped a finger inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit and my body crumpled.
“Yes,” I cried out as his finger slid in and out of me. “Ooooh, yes.”
“Or do you want this?” He slipped his finger out and pushed the tip of his cock next to my clit and rubbed back and forth.
“Wade.” I moaned, shocked that he was hard again already.
“You’re glistening for me.” He moaned. “Lean forward and put your ass higher in the air.”
I shifted my upper body towards the floor and then cried out as he shifted me back towards him. His erection slid between my folds and rubbed against me and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me.
“Please Wade.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He growled at my words and I felt his cock slipping inside of me in one excruciating slow movement until he was fully inside of me, filling me up completely. And then he slid out.
“I need to get a rubber.” He growled before sliding back into me, this time faster and with more intent.
“Wade.” I groaned. “Please.”
“Your pussy feels so good on my cock.” He groaned as he pounded a few strokes into me and then pulled all the way out. “Hold on.” He stood up and walked over to the side of the room. “I would love to fuck you with no protection, but it’s not smart. You need to get on the pill.”
I didn’t answer him. I didn’t need to get on the pill because this was the last time I’d be having sex for a while. I heard him rip open a condom wrapper and he headed back to the floor. This time, there was no gentleness to his movements. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me hard. He pounded me from behind and my eyes fluttered as I felt the tip of him hitting my g spot. The position seemed to allow him to fill me even more than usual and I was completely overwhelmed by the feel of him as he slammed in and out of me. He reached under my abdomen and started to rub me at the same time and I heard myself screaming out his name as I came harder and with more force than I ever had before. He grunted in satisfaction as he came minutes later, slamming harder than ever before as he exploded once again. He pulled out of me and stood up.
“Get up.” He barked as I lay there, completely exhausted. I pulled my pants back up and stood up. “Go and shower and put on a dress with no underwear and come back. I have a plan for the night.”
“I told Lucy I’d take her to the pub.”
“Tonight?” His expression darkened showing his disapproval.
“Yes, tonight.”
“Fine, I’ll wait up.” His eyes crinkled. “What I have planned can wait.”
“What do you have planned?”
“You’ll see.” He winked. “Go and shower and I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” I nodded, feeling slightly dazed.
“Come here.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me softly. “I do like you, Savannah, sometimes I think I might feel more than like, but it’s complicated...” His voice trailed off and he sighed. “Well that’s enough for now. Go.” He gave me one last kiss and pushed me away. I didn’t respond to his comments. It was all too late. It was over. I walked towards the door feeling the saddest I’d ever felt in my entire life. Saying goodbye was hard enough, but having to leave without even a goodbye was much harder.
Chapter 22
“Gordon called me.” I hurried to the bedroom to talk to Lucy after my shower. “He wants to meet up with me and chat, right now.”
“Now?” She frowned. “But we’re leaving soon.”
“I have to go. I need some answers.”
“Can’t he talk to you on the phone?”
“No, he said he wants to talk in person. He’s going to pick me up in a few minutes. He wants to take me somewhere.”
“Savannah, I don’t like this.”
“It will be okay, Lucy. I promise. It will all be okay.”
“I just want us to leave.” She shivered. “I’m scared. I really get the creeps being here.”
“Have all the bags ready and we will leave as soon as I get back, okay?”
“I don’t like it, but fine.” She sighed. “I will text you to check in on you, okay?”
“Sure. I won’t be long. I’m going to go to the front and walk to the end of the driveway so that Wade doesn’t see Gordon’s car.”
“Okay.” Lucy nodded. “Good luck.”
“Thanks girl.” I gave her a quick hug and then hurried out of the room before she could convince me that it wasn’t a good idea.
“Thanks for coming to meet me.” Gordon was driving erratically as I got into the car and I w
ondered if I’d made a bad decision.
“I was happy to hear from you. I thought you were ignoring me.”
“I was.” He pressed his foot on the gas. “But then I heard your message and figured I owed it to you to meet up.”
“I know you’re made with me, but you can’t just snoop in someone else's house.”
“It should be my house as well.” He shouted, hitting the steering wheel. I looked over at him and wondered if he was all right to drive. I’d never seen him like this before.
“What do you mean?”
“I was his son as well. I should be one of the beneficiaries of his will as well.”
“Joseph Hart?” I said softly. So I’d been right. He was Wade’s half brother.
“Yes, Joseph Hart was my dad as well. Not that he cared. Wade is my brother.” Gordon sounded angry. “My own flesh and blood and he doesn’t even know or care.”
“But why didn’t you just go and talk to him? Why didn’t you explain?” I questioned him.
“I was waiting for the right opportunity, plus I wanted to find out why my dad died. He wasn’t that old?”
“Oh?” I stared at him thoughtfully. “Do you think someone did something to him?”
“There was talk that he didn’t kill himself, yes.”
“Did you know Mischa, Wade’s assistant well?” I questioned him again.
“No.” He pressed down even harder on the gas. “Why?”
My phone beeped at that moment and I pulled it out of my handbag. There was a text from Lucy. “Come home!! Gordon is the one!! I was googling Master Chef’s in Herne Hill Village and the TV show came up. Guess who the host of the show is??”
“Gordon Ramsay.” I said under my breath without even having to read the rest of her message. So Gordon was lying. Gordon knew Mischa very well. Was he the one that had made her disappear? My blood went cold.
“I know you’re lying, Gordon.” I said softly. “I know Mischa was your girlfriend.”
“You know?” He looked at me, his eyes dark and crazy. “You know.” He nodded. “How?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I shook my head. “Where is she, Gordon? What happened to her?”
“What happened to her?” He laughed hysterically. “She left me.”
“What?” Was he telling the truth?
“She thought I was obsessed with finding out what happened to the Hart’s and my dad. I was the one that gave her the information to write those articles. No one wanted to take it seriously, but I know something shady went down. I just know it.”
“Gordon,” I spoke gently. “This doesn’t sound healthy. You need to let it go.”
“I will never let it go.” He shouted angrily. “Just because you decided to slut it up with Wade, you want to defend him, but he and Henry are scum.”
“How dare you talk to me like that?” I was angry now and suddenly I realized that Gordon had never been genuine. It had all been an act.
“You were using me weren’t you? You never really cared about being my friend, did you? You just wanted access to Wade.” As I said the words I realized they were true. “It was all an act.”
“It wasn’t an act.” Gordon’s voice cracked and he looked at me with sad eyes. “Please believe that, Savannah.” He sighed. “I’m sorry for calling you a slut.”
“Why should I believe that?” I gripped the side of the door as he seemed to be driving even faster and now I was getting frightened. “Why are you driving so fast?”
“I’m just trying to get you somewhere. I want to show you something.” He turned a corner and slowed down slightly. “I know you might not believe me now, but I care about you, Savannah, you’re my first real friend.” He was silent for a few seconds and then I heard him sniffling. I looked to the side and I could see that he was crying, silent ugly tears and his body was shaking. “You don’t know what it’s like.” He sobbed. “My mom had an affair with my dad and my dad didn’t give two shits about my mom or me. He never even saw me. I called him every year on his birthday, ever since I was ten. I thought he just didn’t have my number. I thought he hated my mom and didn’t want to see me, but that wasn’t it. He just didn’t care about me. He didn’t care to meet me. He didn’t care if I was alive or dead. When I was fifteen, I had heart surgery. I thought he’d come. I nearly died, but he didn’t even call.” The pain in his voice made my heart break. “You forgive Wade for being a jerk to you because he’s hurt that his mom treated his dad badly, but he always knew his dad loved him and he has his brother. I have no one, Savannah. I have no one. My mom died, my dad died, and I was left with nothing. I wanted to meet my brothers. I wanted to belong. I just wanted someone. And I wanted answers.”
“Why didn’t you try and meet Wade?” I sighed as I rubbed my arms to stop my body from shaking. “Why didn’t you go to his house and tell him you were his brother?”
“Because I didn’t want him to think that I was there for money. I never wanted money. I just wanted a family. I just wanted to belong. My whole life...” He stopped then and slammed his fists against the wheel. “You don’t understand, I’ve just never been enough.”
“You’ve been enough to me, Gordon. You’ve always been enough. You’ve been a good friend to me. You’re friendly, you’re talented, oh so talented.” I could hear myself crying as well. “You could be a huge star. You’re one of the best actors I’ve ever seen. I think I told you that when we first met.”
“It’s not enough, don’t you get it? I’m not good looking enough, not rich enough, not personable enough. I’m just never enough.” He shouted. “I went to Los Angeles, you know. I don’t like to tell people, but I went to the City of Angels. It was full of evil bastards who just wanted to steal your dreams. I never got one callback.” He sounded so sad that I just wanted to pull him into my arms.
“I’m sorry, Gordon.” I realized now that while his intentions in the beginning may not have been the purest, he hadn’t been lying about our friendship, he was just a broken soul. A heartbroken, lost, broken soul. “I believe in you, you know. Don’t give up.”
“Do you forgive me?” He looked to the side, a look of hope on his face. “Are we still friends?”
“Always! You’ll never get rid of me.” I smiled and the expression on his face changed into one of absolute happiness. “We’re family now, Gordon. Some families we’re born into and others we make.”
“I love you, Savannah Carter. You’re amazing.” He let go of the wheel to reach over to hug me and as he leaned over, a bright flash of white light poured through the window and the next thing I knew a horn was sounding and something was smashing into us. The car was spinning and spinning and spinning. As the car careened towards a group of trees, I pictured my mom and dad playing with me as a child; I’d never doubted their love for me. Then I pictured Lucy, dancing around our living room, singing a Whitney Houston song to me while Jolene stared up at her with wide eyes from her spot under the table. And then I pictured Wade. Tall, masculine Wade with his enigmatic smile and beguiling green eyes. I pictured him staring at me, kissing my cheek and playing with my hair. And I knew as I’d known from the very beginning that I loved him. I loved him and all I could think was I hope he knew just how very much I adored him. For all his flaws there was nothing I would change about him. Not even his secrets. I didn’t want to leave him and I knew that I could forgive him anything. If only I’d have a chance to tell him that. If only I could tell him that he could tell me anything. I’d never judge him. Never. And then the car slammed into the trees. I heard my screams and then everything went black. All my worries, questions and concerns were finally gone. And I was at peace.
Chapter 23
Life is made up of moments and each moment defines whom we are. Many times we’re distracted, or hurried, or annoyed. Many times we don’t realize that one insignificant moment has shaped something bigger than we ever knew. Don’t let this moment pass you. Don’t let this be just another moment. Love your friends. Love your family. F
orgive. Make Peace. Protect your heart and your soul. It all ends too quickly. Far far too quickly and then it’s too late. Then you’re returned to your maker and all you can do is look back. And when you look back you want to say, I lived my life. I loved my life. I cried and I laughed. I had heartache and heartbreak. I had true friends and a true love. And I cared about the humanity of others. For what can be better than that.
Chapter 24
“She’s gone.” She’s gone? I felt like I was floating looking down. I could see the hospital room. Was I dead then? Was that it for me? I lived a good life. A short life, but a good life. I’d known love. Oh I’d never know love could feel like that.
“She’s gone to get some coffee, but she’ll be back.” The voice was husky. “You should get some sleep, Wade. They say she could still be asleep for a while. She has a severe concussion.” It was Henry talking. Who had gone?
“I’m not leaving until she’s up.” I recognized Wade’s deep voice. My Wade. He was here. He was here. I wanted to look at him, but I couldn’t see.
“Shall I text Lucy and tell her to get you some coffee as well?”
“How do you have Lucy’s phone number?” Wade sounded suspicious.
“Does that matter right now?”
“No.” Wade sighed. “I just need her to wake up. I need to tell her how I feel.”
“She’s going to be okay, Wade. They said that.”
“Then why hasn’t she woken up? It’s been a week now.” He sounded like he wanted to cry. “She has to wake up already.”
“She will.” Henry shifted to the door. “I’m going to go and help, Lucy. I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” Wade said and I don’t even think he looked at his brother as he spoke. He was sitting at the side of a bed. A pale figure lay there hooked up to machines. Wait, was that me? “Savannah Carter, I need you to wake up please. I have some things to tell you.” His voice cracked and he started crying. “Please Savannah.”