Me & Mr Write (Mr Write Trilogy)

by Cassandra P Lewis

  “Jackson…” I try to protest but my voice lacks conviction,

  “Shush baby, we’ll be quiet” Jackson kisses along my collar bone and slides a hand up underneath my top. I’m done for, the feel of his hand against my bare breast is too much and I’m giving in.

  Jackson sits up to remove his shirt and we become aware of the noise that my bed makes as he moves,

  “Floor” I whisper, laughing and push Jackson down from the bed “Get your kit off then James!”

  Jackson stands to remove his shirt and I’m thankful that he’s drunk. He momentarily gets it stuck above his head and I can admire his toned abs, a sight that makes me lick my lips every time. Jackson works out at least four times a week and he’s in great shape, my mouth goes dry each time I look at him and I thank the universe that he’s all mine.

  As he finally finds his way out of his shirt I laugh and stand to help him with his trousers,

  “Let me get these for you baby” I look up flirtatiously while I undo his trousers and kneel as I pull them and his boxers down and he steps out of them.

  “Hmm much better” I kiss and stroke his thighs and take joy in watching him get hard in front of my eyes. I lick my lips, allowing him to watch me and knowing it drives him wild. I pull my vest up over my head, discarding it to the floor and Jackson takes a sharp intake of breath at the sight of my now naked breasts. I waste no time at all taking him in my mouth.

  “Oh Rosie, that’s good” Jackson says, a little too loud for my liking,

  “Shush baby, we don’t want to wake the neighbours” I wink up at him and then continue to lick and suck the length of his rock hard penis, encouraged by his moans and loud exhalations. I’m becoming more aroused by the second, replacing my mouth with my hand and looking up at my naked man.

  I encourage him to join me on his knees, “Kiss me Jackson” I continue stroking him while he kisses my mouth and then my neck. He strokes up and over my breasts squeezing gently before leaning down to kiss and suck my left nipple and then my right, I squeal a little at the ripple of pleasure that runs through me.

  Jackson strokes a hand between my legs, moving my underwear aside and dipping the tip of a finger inside me, then spreading the moisture upwards. I throw my head back and moan as he starts to massage my clit,

  “Shush Rosie. Do I need to put something in your mouth to keep you quiet?” we both giggle like teenagers trying to avoid getting caught and Jackson sits down and crosses his legs, using his hands on my hips to guide me forward. I straddle his lap and ease just the swollen tip of him inside me as I kiss him deeply, passionately; I’m lost in him again.

  Using my hands on his thighs I push myself up as I wrap my legs around him and slowly lower down until he is inside me, completely. We still for a moment, kissing and adjusting, Jackson runs a hand up my spine and with the other under my backside he supports me as I start to lift up and down, sliding him in and out of me. As the pleasure starts to course through me I bury my face into Jackson’s neck, kissing him to stop myself from calling out.

  “That’s it baby, that’s it” Jackson whispers as he encourages my movements and then lifts me and lays me down on my back. He starts to thrust hard and fast into me and a groan escapes me. Jackson laughs and puts a hand over my mouth, I giggle briefly before becoming overwhelmed by pleasure as he continues to push deep into me, my legs still tight around his back and the familiar waves of an orgasm start to course through me.

  My body shakes as I breathe heavily into Jackson’s hand and he ups his pace as I clench around him. “Oh Rosie, so fucking good” Jackson groans seductively into my ear as he climaxes inside me and then slows to a stop.

  He pushes himself up to look me in the eye, he smiles as he pulls out of me and kneels up between my legs, “Think I can make it to the bathroom like this without being seen?” he winks as asks and I smile as I throw him his boxers,

  “No fiend, you’ll give my mother a heart attack with that thing!” I bite my lip and playfully squeeze his still semi hard penis.

  Jackson pulls on his boxers and tucks himself in as best he can before heading to the door and opening it,

  “Oh, erm hey Rafe!” He freezes at the door,

  “Oh...Hi Jackson!” I hear my brother speak from the landing before they both start to laugh “Great minds!”

  “Come on Rosie, we need to get going or we’re going to miss the train” I’ve been waiting for Rosie to get ready to leave for nearly an hour. She is driving me crazy pottering around checking and double checking that she has everything.

  “Ok ok I’m ready! Sorry, I’m just really nervous Jackson” Rosie zips up her bag and looks at me, biting her lip as she always does when she is unsure about something,

  “Rosetta, he is going to absolutely love you, you have nothing to be nervous about. Unless you don’t like dogs?” I smile trying to put her mind at ease before realising that I have no idea whether she does like dogs or not,

  “I love them, and I love you. Let’s go”

  We’re heading up to my Dad’s in Yorkshire for New Year and I’m really excited to see him, it’s been a while and I can’t wait to introduce him to Rosie. Once we get settled on the train, Rosie takes out her laptop and continues working on her new book; I’ve never really seen her work before and it makes me smile. She frowns when she concentrates and slightly pokes her tongue out of the side of her mouth. I smile and she looks up at me,

  “Do some work James; you’re the one with a deadline! And stop watching me you weirdo!” she smiles and returns her gaze to her screen. She’s right; I do have a deadline and it’s fast approaching, so I take out my own laptop and get to work.

  “How’s the book coming along slacker?” after a while, Rosie pulls me out of ‘work mode’,

  “Good, I feel like I’m getting somewhere finally” I smile at the look of surprise in her eyes, “I do work quickly Rosie, once I get started! How’s yours?” I ask as I close my laptop,

  “Good, I’m happy with it. It’s about a sexy chauvinist pig that corrupts an innocent romance novelist, it’s got bestseller written all over it I think!” she winks at me and closes her laptop as we pull into the station.

  We change trains at Manchester and as we head towards Leeds I feel excited. I’ve never introduced my dad to anyone that I’ve had anything to do with before. I don’t think ‘Dad this is the girl I’m fucking’ would have gone down particularly well so the thought of actually being able to say ‘This is the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with’ is an amazing feeling, Dad will have something to be proud of me for, finally. Of course he tells me all the time that he is proud of me and everything that I’ve achieved, but Dad is a family man and he worries constantly about me ending up a lonely old man and regretting my choices.

  Looking at Rosie now, tapping away at her keys and frowning at her screen, I know that he was right all along. If she hadn’t come along when she did would I have ever realised that I do want someone by my side? I really don’t think so.

  We head into Leeds train station and I feel content. Dad is picking us up from here and I notice Rosie take a deep breath to compose herself as the train comes to a stop.

  “Hey Pops!” Dad is waiting inside the station for us; he couldn’t wait for us to get up here. I put my bag down and give him a massive hug before turning to introduce him to my fiancée,

  “Dad, this is Rosie, Rosie this is Pete, my Dad” Rosie holds a hand out for Dad and he just uses it to pull her into a hug too,

  “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you love. Come on, let’s get you both home” Dad takes Rosie’s bag and we head out towards the car park, Rosie smiles to let me know that she’s ok and I breathe a sigh of relief. My two favourite people have met. That’s the hard part out of the way.

  “Brucey” Dad’s Staffordshire Bull Terrier is waiting in the garden to greet us when we arrive at the house, “Hey boy, come here!” I call him to follow us into the house, unsure how Rosie will feel about being lic
ked to death by such a brute of a dog, but when her face lights up at the sight of him and she calls him to her by patting her knees, I realise I’ve no need to worry, “You ok with him babe? He’s not exactly a delicate little thing”

  “Yeah I’m fine Jackson, I love Staffies” she smiles as Bruce tries his best to lick her ears clean off of the side of her head and the sound of her giggling and playing with him warms my heart. It just makes me love her even more.

  Dad’s house is gorgeous, even to me who grew up here. It’s a stone built cottage in the Dales, the postcard picture of Yorkshire. People often knock on his door and offer to buy it but he’ll never sell, there are too many happy memories here.

  “How are things then Dad? You look well” I catch up with my Dad while he puts the kettle on and Rosie comes to join us in the kitchen,

  “Oh you know me son, plodding along. It’s good to see you though Jackson, both of you” he smiles towards Rosie who returns the gesture, “So Rosie, what exactly do you see in this lout?”

  Rosie laughs and shrugs her shoulders as if to say that she has no idea, but then smiles at me and answers “He makes a pretty good cup of coffee!”

  Dad laughs and raises his eyebrows to me, “I like her!”

  After a cup of coffee I show Rosie up to my old room, she looks around and then at me, wide eyed,

  “Jackson, I feel like I just walked into a wet dream!” she’s referring to the posters of naked and semi naked women all over teenage Jackson’s bedroom,

  “Rosie I was eighteen when I left home, Dad just shut the door and left it as it was, and I guess it was nice spank bank material when I came to stay!” her mouth drops open in shock and I laugh as I dump our bags onto the bed and sit down, “I’ll take them down, I have you in the bank now!” I wink and she shakes her head as she moves to stand in front of me. I laugh again, “I don’t need these now, well, except maybe that one!” I point at one above the bed and Rosie smacks me on the arm and laughs before leaning forward and kissing me, “Ok, just you Alvez!”

  By the time I’ve shown Rosie around the village and made sure that she feels comfortable in Dad’s house, the day is getting away from us. None of us can be bothered to cook so Dad, Rosie and I decide to get a take away Chinese and watch a dodgy Christmas film that’s on TV.

  The fire is lit and I’m comforted by the sight of Rosie in her flannel pyjamas and fluffy socks, snuggling up to Bruce on the sofa while dad and I sit in the arm chairs and moan about the bad acting in the cheap film. I can’t help but wonder what Mum would have made of all this, no doubt she would firstly have told Bruce to get down off the furniture, but she would have loved Rosie, I know that for certain.

  Mum was a hopeless romantic just as Rosie is, and they share the same family values but the most important thing to Mum would have been the fact that Rosie makes me smile every day, that’s surely all that any mother wants for her child.

  “Right young’uns, I’m off to bed!” Dad stands and Bruce eagerly looks up, waiting to be called to join him.

  Dad got Bruce a couple of years ago to try and fill the house with a bit of life and quench the loneliness a little, but I don’t think he realised how attached to him he would become. We picked him up from a rescue in Leeds when he was only seven weeks old. Dad was adamant that he wanted a border collie but when we arrived there we were shown straight to the five small Staffy pups.

  The rescue centre assistant explained that the mother had been abandoned while she was pregnant and the pups had been born in the rescue centre. Sadly the mother didn’t survive; she’d been badly mistreated and used for over breeding so her heart gave out. The pups had been hand reared by the staff at the rescue and were now ready for loving homes, there was no way that dad could resist and chose the runt of the litter there and then.

  We took Bruce home a week later, the same time that my Uncle Mike took home two of Bruce’s litter mates and they never looked back,

  “Come on then you!” Dad calls him up to bed and Bruce eagerly follows his best friend, tail wagging as he goes.

  “Bedtime Alvez?” I question as Rosie smiles at me sleepily,

  “Yeah come on then James” I stand and hold out my hands to pull her up from the sofa and as she wraps her arms around my waist I know I’m done for, this is what being really happy feels like, I love it.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Jackson I love it here, it’s so picturesque but it’s bloody cold!” I blow on my hands as Jackson stands throwing a ball for Bruce.

  “I did tell you to put gloves on Alvez! Come on we’ll head back”

  We’ve been out walking Bruce for about an hour and I feel completely content, that may be because I’m numb from the cold but either way I’m happy. Pete, Jackson’s Dad is fantastic; he’s so welcoming and makes me feel completely comfortable in his home.

  We get back to the house and Pete’s car is not on the drive, inside there’s a note on the dining table, ‘gone for supplies, back in a bit.’

  Jackson sees an opportunity and smiles as he pulls me toward the stairs and up to his room, I laugh and enjoy his need for me,

  “Alone at last beautiful” Jackson kisses me and slides his hands up the back of my top to undo my bra,

  “Hey eager beaver slow down!” I push him down onto the bed and smile as I pull my jumper up over my head and off,

  “We may not have long Alvez, get your kit off!” he removes his own jumper and throws it to the floor,

  “Who said romance was dead?” I laugh as Jackson undoes the button on my jeans and I push them down.

  Jackson kisses me on my forehead as he lifts up and out of me, just as we hear his dad’s car pull onto the driveway,

  “Timing Alvez!” he smiles and raises his eyebrows as he passes me my underwear before heading to the bathroom. That was certainly one way to warm up.

  “Hey Pops, Get everything you were after? Need owt doin’'?” I can’t help but laugh at Jackson’s accent, he’s suddenly more ‘Yorkshire’ than I’ve ever heard him, “What are you laughing Alvez?” he and his Dad look at me, confused and amused at the same time,

  “Oh sorry, I’ve just not heard you sound so, well, northern!” I bite my lip and scrunch up my nose hoping that I haven’t offended either of them when Pete cracks up with laughter,

  “He weren’t born wi’that plum in his mouth Rosie; his student loans bought him that!” Pete and I laugh while Jackson shakes his head,

  “Right you two, I’m goin' down t’pub, who’s comin'?” Jackson smiles as he exaggerates his Yorkshire accent and pulls me into a hug, Pete winks at me from behind his son’s back and I giggle into the neck of my man.

  After a couple of pints in the local pub, Pete, Jackson and I head back to the house. It’s New Year’s Eve and Pete has invited some friends from the village around to celebrate.

  Jackson and I set about preparing a table with bottles of spirits, beers, wine and soft drinks, plastic cups and a bowl of party poppers ready for midnight. There’s a beautiful oak dresser in the dining room and I’m drawn to the smiling face of Jackson and a woman that I can only presume is his mother. I walk over to the dresser and pick up the frame. Jackson looks young but as handsome as ever, I can see the resemblance to his Mum,

  “Is this your Mum? She’s lovely” He smiles as he sees the picture in my hands and walks over to me,

  “Yeah, that’s Mum. She was always smiling” He smiles at the memory, “She’d have loved you Rosie” he takes the photo from my hands and I see only love in his eyes, no sadness.

  Beth James was a very attractive woman. She had a smile that I imagine would light up a room when she walked into it. Her shoulder length blonde hair was shaped to frame her face and she had the same piercing eyes as her son. Jackson has already told me that she was a dancer and then a ballet teacher in Leeds and that after he was born she set up a small dance school in the village so that she could be closer to home.

  I had told him then that we should go to the ballet together some
time, he said that he’d never expect me to sit through something just so that he can feel closer to his Mum but I confessed that I had wanted to go and see Swan Lake since I was a little girl, dancing around the room pretending I was a prima ballerina.

  As I look at the various pictures of her around the house and remember all that Jackson has told me about her, I’m sad to not have had the chance to meet her. I also think she would have got on like a house on fire with my Mam.

  I find myself in front of the fireplace in the living room, Jackson is still in the dining room and I’m compelled to speak to the woman that will be my mother in law even if she can’t physically be here, I speak quietly,

  “I will take care of him. I love your son. Thank you for making him the wonderful man that he his.”

  As I turn to walk back to the kitchen I see Jackson leaning against the doorframe smiling at me, his arms folded across his chest,

  “Having a nice chat?” he asks with a smile and I blush, embarrassed that he caught me talking to his dead mother, “Its ok Rosie, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s nice that you did that. I talk to her all the time”

  “I just wanted her to know how much you mean to me. I know if I had a son and some red haired vixen came into his life I’d probably hate it!” I grin and Jackson laughs and heads into the kitchen, I give Beth a quick glance over my shoulder and follow after my man.

  As the evening arrives and the house fills with people I become nervous. These people know Jackson; they were the ones that saw him getting into fights and brought him home when he was drunk. I look around at the women in the room, there are at least 10 here around our age and I wonder if he has slept with any of them, do they know him as intimately as I do?