Never Forget Him

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Maybe you should have told me what happened last night.”

  “Oh, so this is revenge, is it?”

  “Maybe,” I say as I unlock the door and walk into my room. I put a little extra swing to my hips, leaving him muttering about getting me back for this.

  When the door shuts behind me and I’m alone in my room, I can’t help but feel like I’ve made a mistake. I suddenly feel lonely and I don’t like knowing he’s the other side of the wall. I sit down on my bed and let out a sigh.

  I have a quick shower before changing and knocking on Jay’s door.

  When he opens it, he’s only in his boxer briefs, giving me a great show of what I’m missing alone in my room next door.

  “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working.”

  “Really?” he asks as he bends over to put his jeans on.

  I want to look away and not be affected by the show he’s putting on but it’s not working. Damn him.

  By the time we get to the dining room, Mary and William are sat waiting for us with a steaming cottage pie in the middle of the table.

  “Sorry, he wasn’t ready,” I announce when we walk in.

  We spend the next few hours chatting away. We learn all about Mary and William’s five children, as well as their nineteen grandchildren. Yes, they may be a little old fashioned, but they stay true to what they believe in and they’re such a lovely couple, I can’t help but warm to them.

  * * *

  “I guess this is goodnight, then,” Jay says when we stop by our doors.

  “I guess it is. Sleep well.” I go to push open my door but my wrist gets grabbed and in seconds, I find myself up against Jay’s chest.

  “I don’t think so,” he mutters before slamming his mouth down on mine.

  I worry for all of about two seconds that we’re going to be caught, but as soon as I feel his tongue against mine, all thoughts vanish as I lose myself in his kiss.

  When he pulls back, we’re both panting with need and the images I still vividly remember from my dream last night are at the forefront of my mind. I desperately want to follow him into his room and let him get his hands on me, but I know we can’t, so instead, I bid him goodnight and bolt to the safety of my room before I do something Mary and William wouldn’t approve of.

  I change into Jay’s shirt, because I can’t imagine wearing anything else to bed now, and toss and turn as I imagine what we could be doing. I should be using the time to do some work but all I can picture is him looking down on me.

  I eventually fall asleep at some ungodly hour, but it’s fitful and full of lustful dreams I shouldn’t be having in this religious couple’s home.

  * * *

  After being treated to a home cooked English breakfast, and somehow agreeing that we’ll spend tonight with them, we head off to find the car show. Jay’s like a kid on Christmas morning as we queue to park in a muddy field. I don’t share his enthusiasm as it’s cold and drizzly out. The last thing I want to be doing is walking around in the rain looking at cars. I think my lack of sleep—and lack of Jay—has made me a little moody.

  I follow him around for just over an hour before he suggests I get a coffee and sit in the café to warm up while he continues to ohh and ahh. I’d love to share his excitement but they’re all just cars to me.

  I pull my sketchbook out and sit there coming up with ideas as I look out at the cars in front of the marquee.

  I get lost in my car inspired designs and jump a mile when Jay places his hand down on my shoulder hours later. “Sorry,” he says, sitting down next to me and grabbing one of the fresh coffees I notice he’s placed on the table. “Let’s have a look.”

  I hand over my sketches and he flicks through the pages. “These are incredible. There are loads of female car fanatics who’d love something like this.”

  “You think so?” I ask sceptically.

  “I know so. I know it’s none of my business but I think you need to let your mum deal with her business, and you need to focus on this. You’ve got a talent you could really make something of.”

  I let out a breath, because the reminder of what I’ve left behind sits heavy on my shoulders. I’ve had a couple of texts from Mum telling me she’s had more final demands come through. I’ve been too scared to call her back and find out how things are really going. It’s much easier living in denial as I flit around the country with Jay, but with every day that passes, I get more and more aware that I’m closer to going back and dealing with it all once again. Unfortunately, these two weeks will only last so long before I fall back to reality with a bang.

  * * *

  “What are you two all dressed up for?” I ask when we arrived back at the B&B later that evening to find Mary and William all ready for a night out.

  “Susan’s nephew runs a dance class at the village hall on a Friday night. Highlight of our week,” Mary says happily. “Oh, you two should come. We’ve been working on a rhumba; I think you would enjoy it,” she adds with a wink.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I say, thinking Jay’s going to tell them where to go, because I can’t imagine him wanting to go ballroom dancing.

  I almost get whiplash where I turn to look at him so fast when he says, “Sure, sounds like fun.”

  “Fantastic. We need to leave in ten minutes, so go and get changed quickly.”

  “What the hell?” I ask Jay once we’re out of earshot.

  “What? I thought it might be fun, seeing as we’ll be sleeping apart again tonight. I’ll get to have my hands all over you.”

  A shiver runs through me at the thought. Okay, so credit where credit’s due, he does have a point.

  “Doesn’t seem such a bad idea now does it?”

  “I guess not,” I say on a sigh, trying to appear less excited about it than I really am. It’s been years since I danced properly, but the prospect of doing it with Jay definitely piques my interest.

  I quickly change into my black dress and red shoes. Mary and William are looking dapper, ready for their night on the tiles, so it was my only option. When I meet back up with Jay in the hallway, I find him in the same outfit as that night as well.

  He comes to a stop in front of me and runs his eyes from the top of my head all the way to my toes. He gives me tingles without even touching me.

  “You look hot as fuck in this dress,” he whispers in my ear when he steps up to me. “Do you know what’s sexier, though?”

  I shake my head, knowing he’s about to tell me anyway.

  “Taking it off you.”

  My mouth goes dry, and I have the sudden urge to drag him into my room and demand he does just that when I hear a voice asking if we’re ready because we’re going to be late.

  “Fuck,” Jay mutters before I watch him rearrange himself in his jeans. He must feel my stare because he looks up at me. “What? I can’t help it. Have you seen yourself?”

  I shake my head at him because I don’t want him to know how happy it makes me to know I affect him so much.

  The village hall is exactly like I was expecting. Every surface is covered in pine panelling, and the chairs and tables around the edges of the room look like they should have been replaced about thirty years ago. At the far end of the room, there’s a guy who stands out amongst the elderly couples, not only because of his age but because he’s wearing skin-tight black trousers and a shirt undone almost to his belly button. I guess he’s the instructor.

  “Are we ready to go? Do you all remember the moves?”

  “Wait!” Mary shouts. “We’ve brought some friends.”

  The guy’s eyes light up when he sees us. I can only presume it’s because we’re close to his age.

  “The more the merrier. We’ll soon get them caught up.”

  He starts the music and the sounds of Aerosmith’s ‘Don’t Want To Miss A Thing’ fills the hall, and all of a sudden each couple pairs off and starts a well-choreographed rhumba routine. I had plenty of dance lessons as a kid so I know what a rhumba lo
oks like, but I was not expecting these elderly church going couples to move quite like this. This instructor must be having a whale of a time getting couples of this age moving their hips quite like that.

  “Holy shit,” Jay mutters next to me.

  “It’s quite a thing, huh? You’re never too old for a little bit of that,” the instructor says, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging Jay’s arm. “How about we get you some tonight?”

  “Uh…” Jay stutters as the instructor grabs both our hands and pulls us on to the makeshift dance floor.

  “I’m David, by the way,” he says. He teaches us the first few moves as the couples continue with their dance. I’m amazed when I find that Jay’s a natural dancer and we move together flawlessly.

  “How much Viagra do you think is in this room tonight?” Jay whispers in my ear when David walks off to see how the others are doing.

  “Oh god, don’t,” I say with a laugh as I look to the side to see the couple closest to us grinding away against each other.

  “It’s a good job they’re all past it. Otherwise, there could be more than ten kids conceived tonight.”

  “Oh, please stop.” The image that brings into my head is too much. “Anyway, where’d you learn to dance?” I ask, because this clearly isn’t his first time.

  “Promise you won’t laugh.”

  “Of course.”

  “A year or so ago, my sergeant was getting married. He’d been having lessons with his now wife but when we got deployed a few months before the wedding, he needed a partner.”

  “Oh my god,” I mutter quietly, trying not to smile. “You took her place while he practiced?” I really want to laugh at the image of two strapping army men ballroom dancing around whatever war torn country they were in, but what he did was too cute.

  “That was so nice of you.”

  “You never say no to a favour when the next day that man could be the one to save your life,” he says, but I can see he instantly regrets bringing his reality into this.

  “Well, you’re very good.”

  “What about you?”

  “I had dance lessons until I was about fourteen.”

  “That’s it, perfect hip action,” David says as he stares at Jay’s arse a little too intently. Jay narrows his eyes at him and I try to hold in my smile.

  The dance class goes on for two hours. I never would’ve thought some of those old couples would’ve lasted that long, but they all look more awake than I feel.

  “Right, one last time, all the way through from the top,” David announces after everyone’s had a quick drink.

  Jay pulls me flush against him and places one hand on my waist and the other in my hand. He lowers his head so our noses are touching and he looks deep into my eyes as we wait for the music to start. We’re not saying any words, but I feel like we’re having a conversation, communicating just through our eyes how much we’ve come to mean to one another after only a few short days.

  I don’t hear the music start, I’m too lost to him, but when he starts moving I quickly catch up.

  “Don’t step away from me,” Jay warns when the song comes to an end and the other couples separate.

  “Why? We’ve finished.”

  “Unless you want David and everyone else in the room to know as well as we do how much I want you right now, you’ll stay here.” To nail his point home, he flexes his hips and pushes his erection into my stomach.

  “We can’t stay like this all night.”

  Once all the couples have walked past us, Jay pushes me in front of him and we head over to join them, me acting as his human shield.

  “I can’t believe we’ve got to sleep in separate rooms tonight,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ve no idea how badly I want you right now. The thought of making you come again is fucking painful.” His words don’t help the throb that’s going on between my thighs, nor his hard on that’s now pressing into my back.

  Jay fidgets the whole journey to the B&B in the back seat of Mary and William’s car. I feel for him because he must be uncomfortable, but I’m equally amused by the situation.

  “Would you two like a nightcap before turning in?” William asks once we’re all inside.

  “That’s very kind of you, but I’m exhausted,” I respond, thinking Jay won’t be up for it, but to my surprise, as I say no, he says yes.

  I watch as William pours Jay a generous glass of whiskey, but I decline when he offers it to me. Instead, I say goodnight to them all and head to my room. Jay watches me leave and I know he’s desperate to follow me, but it’s best we’re separated right now.

  Chapter Six

  I stand under the spray of the shower for the longest time as I think about Jay and our time together. I still can’t quite figure out why it all feels so natural. It’s like I’ve known him my entire life. Everything’s so easy and relaxed when we’re together, and I can’t help thinking I’m starting to enjoy it a little too much.

  I think again about how fast the last few days have gone, and try not to focus on how quickly the rest of our time together is going to pass, because that leads me to the question of what next? What comes after our little road trip? Does he go back to army life, wherever that may be, and do I go back to trying to save an inevitably doomed business just because it’s Mum’s and I can’t bear to see her lose her dream?

  I’m in a bit of a sombre mood when I get out and start getting ready for bed. I pull the other cami and short set I brought with me from the bottom of my case, but at the last minute, I shove it back in favour of Jay’s shirt. The desire to be encased in his smell all night again is too much to deny. I give my hair a blast with the dryer before jumping into bed. I’m exhausted after everything, and surprisingly, I find myself dozing off to sleep much quicker than most nights.

  When I wake up, it’s pitch black in my room. I expect there to be a noise as I feel like something woke me, but as I lie there, everything’s silent. I’m just falling back to sleep when I hear something, and I instantly know exactly what—or should I say who—it is. I’ve no idea how I know, but my body seems to be aware whenever he’s close. Seconds later, I feel the bed dip and his lips brush mine. It’s gentle at first. I guess he has no idea if I’m awake, but as soon as I respond to him, he turns it into something else entirely. It’s like he’s trying to consume me, and as my hunger for him reignites, my actions match his need.

  I free my arms from the duvet and run my nails down his back as he continues to kiss me. He doesn’t part our lips even as he pulls the duvet away from my body so he can begin running his hands over my skin.

  Eventually, he breaks our kiss, but his lips stay connected to me. He kisses and sucks a trail down my neck and across both of my collarbones. His hands come up to the top of his shirt and as his kisses descend, I feel him undo each button. Once my breasts are free, he runs his tongue over each one before flicking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth. He starts off gentle but it’s not long before he’s sucking harder and harder, making my back arch off the bed with the need for more. I hear myself moan and whimper as he continues to torture my body with just his mouth. Tension builds in my lower belly just like before, only he hasn’t touched me down there, but fuck if I don’t need him to.

  It seems like forever but eventually I feel him start to move down my ribs before kissing around my belly button. My muscles clench as I think about where he might be going. I’m panting and squirming with need, and the image I’m conjuring up in my head of him between my legs only makes it worse.

  I hold my breath when I feel his fingers wrap around the fabric at my hips before they slowly descend, and just like in the dream that’s still haunting me, he starts kissing up the inside of my legs. Tingles shoot around my body every time he makes contact, and they only get stronger the higher up he gets. I should be embarrassed; he’s inches away from my most intimate part and I don’t know if it’s the effect he has on me, or the fact I know he can’t see anything, but I don’t care. If anything, I wan
t him closer. I want to know what it feels like to have his mouth on me.

  I don’t have to wonder for long, because seconds later, I feel the heat of his mouth against me before the sensation of his tongue licking me makes me melt into the bed.

  Oh fuck, that’s good.

  I grab onto the sheet below me as he continues. I whimper, moan and writhe beneath him so much he has to put his arm across my hips to keep me still.

  My hands let go of the sheet in favour of grabbing his head; unfortunately, his shaved hair is too short for me to thread my fingers through, although I’ve no idea if I’d want to pull him closer or push him away.

  He changes his angle slightly and sucks hard on my clit as I feel his finger begin circling my entrance.

  Oh shit, oh shit. A small voice in my head tells me to I need to be quiet, to at least try to be respectful of where we are, and as my orgasm crashes into me, I have to fight to not let go and scream out in pleasure.

  Jay continues sucking until my body stops pulsing and I somewhat come back to myself.

  Holy shit, that was incredible.

  I expect him to do something else, or at the very least climb back up to kiss me, so I’m shocked when I just about see him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before he gets up and walks out, almost as silently as he came in.

  What the fuck?

  I lay totally still and bare for a long time after he’s disappeared. I know for a fact that wasn’t a dream, but why did he just leave like that? There could’ve been more, I could have…

  I eventually move when my previously hot and sweaty body starts to chill. I get myself back in the shower before powering up my laptop and getting some work done. I know my body and I know I’m not going to be sleeping now, so I may as well do something useful.

  I lose track of time and end up late for breakfast; I’m surprised Jay didn’t knock to make sure I was up. I’m even more surprised when, after getting no response when I knocked for him, I find only Mary and William sat in the dining room.