Just Jack: Everything laid bare

by K. L. Shandwick

  Three hours later, Dave and I got up to leave and Maddie moved in to hug me.

  “Jack I’ve loved having you tonight, please don’t make me wait another two years before you come again.”

  “Fuck, Jack. You had Maddie tonight as well?” Dave smirked wickedly at his own joke before adding, “And, Maddie, Jack can barely wait two weeks to come, so you don’t need to worry on that score.”

  Maddie and I both shook our heads, not wanting to dignify that with a response. Dave then invited himself to stay at my place because he was too tired to make it back to his own. At least some things hadn’t changed.

  Chapter 34 ~ Sarcastic

  Dave turned out to be the friend I always knew he was during the following six weeks away from Mya. Apart from a two day assignment right after touring with Cobham Street, all of my work was done from the office or local interviewing. I had fallen back into my routine and fallen more in love with Mya.

  I’d heard the saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’, I don’t know about fonder but mine beat at a much faster pace every time I spoke with her. We skyped every morning her time, which was afternoon for me, then I’d go and meet Dave or one of the others a few times a week to have dinner to help me get to bedtime. Nights were the worst. I never knew how lonely I was until I couldn’t lie next to Mya at the end of the day. It had been weeks since the tour and I missed her even more every single day.

  One night, Dave had arranged for us to go dancing and although I wasn’t going to hook up with anyone like the old days, I still believed I could enjoy myself. And I was, until Gini suddenly appeared and slipped her hands around my hips from behind and grabbed my dick while I was carrying a few drinks back to our table. Narrowly avoiding dropping the glasses, I tried to evade her hands by moving my body to the side. When I made eye contact with her she smirked devilishly at me and licked her lips.

  “Hello, Jack. Long-time-no-see. How’s my favourite tube-ride stranger?”

  Knowing her situation I felt slightly nauseated that she was out cruising for guys while her husband dealt with her latest conquests, but I still felt I had to tread carefully around her. Luckily Emily and Emma were with Dave and me so I passed Emily off as my girlfriend by way of an introduction. Dave looked pissed off that I’d done that, but it was all pretend, I just needed Gini to go away.

  As soon as I winked at Emily she played the part to perfection, draping her arm around me and whining for me to go and dance with her. We had to make it count. Gini was watching intently from the side of the dance floor so Emily was a little over exuberant in her role, grabbing my arse and grinding against me. After that I think Gini felt she’d seen enough because she moved on to pastures new; with a guy that looked pretty similar to me in fact. Dave had seen enough as well judging by how his jaw muscles were tensing when we got back to our table.

  Dave took the opportunity to separate me from the girls by asking everyone what they wanted to drink and as we approached the bar he spoke to me in a harsh tone.

  “Nice one, Jack. Emily? Why did you pick her and not Emma?”

  “Dave, I love Emma to bits but she couldn’t act like my girlfriend if her life depended on it. She’s nearly as sarcastic as I am. My cover would have been blown in a heartbeat.”

  Dave’s face brightened then he smirked because knowing Emma well he nodded in agreement. Then he tried to smooth over his jealousy, but he was great at dishing out discomfort so I pressed the point.

  “Dave, why don’t you just man up and ask the girl out if you’re still harbouring feelings for her after all this time?”

  “Who? You have a crush on someone, Dave?”

  Dave stared pointedly at me and almost freaked out when Emily overheard and interjected. What he’d probably missed was the slight inflection in her voice, which sounded like she was alarmed by the news, to me. I saw how she was staring intensely at Dave but turned her head to look away quickly when she knew I was watching her. I wasn’t normally a betting man but would have put money on it that Emily was hot for Dave as well.

  “You, Emily.”

  Dave’s legs almost buckled and he was about to make a joke about it until I put my hands up.

  “Listen guys, we’re not in school now. You’re both consenting adults stop pussy-footing around each other just get the fuck on with it.”

  Emily’s jaw gaped and I leaned over closing it with my index finger.

  “Talk. Enough of this angst-arguing bullshit you both do around each other. If my new girl taught me anything it’s that time is short. Just make your minds up.”

  I didn’t hang around for the outcome of my outburst and grabbed Emma by the hand dragging her giggling behind me onto the dance floor. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, and some of that spilled over when I pretended to dance suggestively to Emma. She was half-mortified half-delighted because there were a group of girls on a night out who were all standing checking me out while she danced close to me.

  After dancing to a few more tunes from my favourite bands the music changed to a slower set so we made our way back to the table where Dave and Emily had obviously broken the ice with each other. When I saw their faces I wondered who had been the first to wear the lipstick that was smudged all over both of their mouths.

  Not sure how, but I survived the six weeks and on the nineteenth of December, Dave drove me to Heathrow for my flight to Los Angeles. I was excited and full of anticipation at the prospect of holding Mya in my arms again. That was only tempered by the thought that she may feel differently about me once she saw me in the flesh.

  Even though I had flown to Florida to see Lily many times, the journey to California felt infinitely longer. By the time I’d arrived I was still trying to wrap my head around the time difference because even though I had been in the air for eleven hours by the time we landed it was only a few hours after we had taken off in England.

  As soon as I cleared customs and collected my bag, I took the escalators two steps at a time to get to the arrivals hall and Mya. When I got there, my eyes searched frantically around, scanning the sea of faces all waiting for loved ones or business transfers. Suddenly there was this almighty high pitched shriek and Mya was running towards me. She was dressed in a small white shorts playsuit which stood out against her tanned skin, her hair was pulled back into her trademark messy bun and she looked incredible.

  Dipping my legs, I dropped my bag and threw my arms out waiting to catch her. Within a few seconds all four of her limbs were wrapped tightly around my body, her chest was pressed hard against mine and she was clinging to me like her life depended on it. My heart swelled instantly in response to seeing her and finally being able to physically feel her in my arms.

  Mya’s stunning features barely registered with me before her lips sought mine in the most breath-taking kiss I’d ever encountered. All of my senses were in meltdown, her smell, taste, feel, sight, and finally the sound of a soft moan that escaped during our kiss made me feel wild with desire. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’d never loved anyone the way I loved her.

  “Oh, Jack. I missed you so much. I can’t believe you are finally here.”

  I pulled my head back to look at her and took a moment just to take in her beautiful face. My chest felt tight at how deeply my feelings went for her. The impact she had on me was an overpowering and uncontrollable feeling and I’d never felt anything on that level with anyone else.

  Once we’d recovered from our very public display of affection, Mya led me to her car and I remembered her telling me about her Volkswagen Beetle, but what she hadn’t told me was that it was bright purple with a black badass strip down the bonnet or hood as she called it. It made me laugh and she frowned trying to look hurt before she smirked which eventually morphed into a grin.

  “Meet the number one guy in my life.”

  “Who me? Or were you talking to him?” I said, gesturing to the car by inclining my head.

  “Jeez as if you even have to ask that. Stanley
meet Jack. Jack…Stanley.” I still wasn’t sure if it was me or the car.

  In keeping with her playful mood I fist-bumped the windshield.

  “Hey, Stanley glad to finally meet you.”

  She giggled and unlocked the car, opened the door and then she slid behind the wheel. I opened the passenger door and climbed in before turning to look at her again.

  Mya was adjusting herself to get comfortable before she started the engine.

  “I never thought I’d be jealous of a car like I am right now.”

  Her brow bunched and she bit her lip, which made me want to jump her right there in the parking area.

  “Why? He’s a car, Jack.”

  “Yeah, well I hope you put as much effort into wiggling on me later like you just did on his seat just now.” I winked then waggled my eyebrows playfully at her. She started laughing and threw her arms around me.

  “Oh, God, I’ve missed you.”

  “See, there you go again adding more males into the mix. I won’t tolerate it, Mya, you hear? I don’t share and you’re mine, understand me?”

  She swatted my arm and turned the key in the ignition. Stanley roared to life and we headed to her place.

  Mya’s apartment was on the twenty-ninth floor and whilst I wasn’t that keen on living at that altitude, her view over Los Angeles was outstanding. I could see the benefit of choosing to live high above street level. The city looked spectacular from where I stood and the sky seemed so much bigger from up there.

  I was standing with my hands shoved deep into my jeans looking out the window when Mya came out of her bedroom with some clean towels.

  “I thought you might want a shower after your long journey. The bathroom is through there.”

  “Is that your polite way of saying, ‘You stink, Jack, get your ass in there and clean yourself up?’”

  She grinned and shook her head.

  “No, it’s my way of saying, ‘go make yourself smell of something other than you or I’ll rip your clothes off right now’.”

  “Oh, Mya, I’m a very defiant boy haven’t you learned that yet? No shower.” I winked and she wandered over to me, snaking her arms around my neck.

  “All right, compromise. Maybe I could have a shower with you too,” Mya grinned.

  “You’re going to make a terrific mother with those negotiating skills, Mya. Obviously not that you’d offer to shower with your children, just that you have powers of persuasion to make people do what you want I mean, right?” I said, grinning and smacking her arse as she turned and led me into the bathroom.

  We had been in her apartment for less than ten minutes by the time I had Mya pushed against the tiled wall of her steamed up shower cubicle. She was biting gently on the skin between my shoulder and my neck while I was holding her perfect little arse in my hands before I thrusted my dick slowly forward until I was buried balls deep inside her.

  Feeling Mya wrapped around me again after so long felt fabulous. Tasting her delicious sweet body on my lips together with the stimulation of her sensual touch had me breaking a sweat in a heartbeat. The way she looked when her head rolled slowly to the side extending her long neck as the hot water ran in rivulets down her skin was enthralling. When she finally made eye contact with me the scandalous look she bore had me fucking her like my life depended on it.

  Mya’s pussy began to retract, clenching tightly around my dick and her body began to tremble and vibrate in my arms as she came undone in my hands. Her hands left my hair where she’d been pulling it and she dragged her nails down my back. Pleasure and pain tore through me and my own climax began to build. I had no condom so I pulled out of her and began to stroke my dick vigorously as Mya knelt before me and began sucking my balls. As soon as she did, I was done. Strands of hot cum began to pump from my body and I sprayed across her face and hair. I hadn’t meant to, but Mya didn’t move away, she just closed her eyes briefly until I had finished.

  She cupped her hands and caught some water from the shower then washed her face so she could open her eyes. Then she smiled. For almost seven weeks I had dreamed of being with her again and during our time apart I’d never even looked at another woman. Making love to Mya after all that time was the best feeling ever.

  Having sex with her sapped the last of my energy and sleep caught up with my travel weary body. After getting out of the shower, I passed out on her bed spooning her in my arms. My last conscious thought being that, finally everything in my world was becoming right.

  Chapter 35 ~ The power of the Internet

  Being kissed awake was definitely my new favourite way to start the day. Cracking an eye open I’d focused on Mya’s heated glance. She began to smile slowly at me and when I took her appearance in, I noted that her bed hair made her look ultra-sexy first thing in the morning. I lay quietly watching her, both of us enjoying the still, quiet moment, just being content to be in the same room as each other.

  She looked so stunning that she took my breath away, but it wasn’t just how she looked. It was how she felt to me—how she made me feel. Whole. I knew it sounded ridiculous because we’d only known each other for a few months and there was still so much to learn about each other, but as soon as I’d held her in the airport I knew I never wanted to leave Mya again.

  Crazy thoughts about marrying her and taking her home with me entered my head, something my conscience fought against because she was only twenty years old and she had plans, big plans, and I was…just Jack.

  Just Jack with a job; granted it was a great one, but I had no huge aspirations to be more. That thought depressed me and I had to shake it off quickly and focus on enjoying our time together.

  Tricky negotiations between Rick and Joe gave me two weeks in California instead of the one that Joe had granted. Rick had requested I cover some end-of-year charity event Cobham Street was due to play at, so Joe couldn’t really say no.

  That morning we did what any young couple would do who hadn’t seen each other in a while; we stayed in bed and made up for all the frustrations we’d felt at being apart. I still hadn’t told Mya I was in love with her and I didn’t want to do it while we were in the heat of the moment. When I said it I didn’t want any ambiguity or doubt about it.

  It was near impossible to arrange anything without her knowledge because Mya seemed to be in the room with me all of the time, but I managed to find a little restaurant on a nearby beach. From the pictures on the internet, it looked perfect for us. One of the photos looked incredible with a small dock and a few yachts moored. It had been taken at sunset, giving the photo a romantic feel to it. Another picture showed the restaurant at night which looked the kind of place Mya might like with candles and string lighting. Soft floodlighting from the beach shone towards the building, bathing the restaurant in a soft amber glow. It was exactly the right place to tell a beautiful woman she was loved. Once I had planned it, I knew I wanted to do more but I was worried that I’d scare her off if I expressed just how deeply my feelings for her went.

  Later in the day as I was in the shower I heard her phone ring and from the sounds of it, I knew it was Rick calling her. It felt very weird that I was ‘shacking-up’ with his niece but I guessed nothing was very normal in Rick’s world. I knew I’d be overly protective if I had a young female relative with someone like me sniffing around her, especially given what he’d seen of me in the past. However, since I’d been with Mya I hadn’t even thought about any other woman in that way.

  I grabbed a towel and headed back to the bedroom to Mya who looked deep in thought. Whatever he’d said had affected her deeply, but she smiled when she saw me and patted the bed where she was sitting for me. I walked over and sat next to her, and I instinctively wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

  “Uncle Rick wants us to go over to his place tomorrow morning, is that okay with you?”

  It wasn’t really. I didn’t want to spend time with anyone else, I just wanted my beautiful girl all to myself but Rick had bought me an extra week with Mya s
o how could I argue?

  “Sure whatever you want, Mya.”

  She smirked and rolled her eyes at me then sighed.

  “I know what you’re thinking, Jack. And I just want you to be inside me all the time as well, but it’s only for a couple of hours I think.”

  Her comment made me chuckle because she sounded like such a guy sometimes, but I guessed that was the result of being around rock band roadies.

  Around six that evening I told her I was taking her out and she was surprised I’d managed to arrange something. So was I. I had ordered a black hummer with a driver because I thought it was a bit cooler than the clichéd limousine.

  Mya walked into her sitting room dressed up to the nines and for the love of God, she was wearing an exquisite figure hugging, olive green dress with six inch heels that were a slightly darker green than the dress. She wore her dark hair scooped to one side so it sat heavily over her shoulder and cascaded down her front. Taking in her beauty I had to concede she was absolutely flawless.

  Watching her silently, I digested how stunning she looked again and committed the moment to memory because that was the day I would tell her that I loved her. My own efforts to dress appropriately for the occasion were met with a soft hum of approval.

  “Mmm. Oh, my, Jack. You look incredibly sexy in that shirt. I love a man who wears pants for me instead of jeans. And I love the man inside these particular pants,” Mya said, rubbing her hands around my hips to stroke them over my arse.

  “All right Mya, don’t let your mind or your hands wander to the inside of my pants or we won’t be going anywhere. Come on we have to eat sometime otherwise I’ll have no energy left to let you explore the quality lining of these fine threads later.”