Me & Mr Write (Mr Write Trilogy)

by Cassandra P Lewis

  I push my fingers up Rosie’s soft skin and gently stroke her breasts, ‘she is perfect’ I think as I drag a finger back over her nipple and she pushes back once again, an invitation that I’m glad to accept after last night. I’m hard as hell and when Rosie sleepily takes hold of my hand and guides it down between her legs I’m encouraged and bury my face into her neck, nibbling softly in that way that drives her insane.

  She leans back toward me, parting her legs slightly to give me better access. She is wet and so warm as I dip a finger inside briefly and run the moisture upwards, Rosie rocks her hips back into me in response, My dick is so hard and pressing against her as she pushes backward is driving me crazy, and encouraging me to circle her clit harder and faster with my fingers.

  Rosie reaches her hand behind her back taking hold of me. It feels great as she squeezes and pulls upwards and back down, I can’t help but groan into her ear and push my hips forward in response. In what seems like seconds Rosie readjusts and pushes herself onto me, I push slowly into her and she leans her head back indicating that I’m pressing the right buttons.

  It’s bliss to be inside her, she rolls forward so that she is face down on the mattress and I roll with her, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders as I continue a slow pace inside her. Rosie pushes her backside up off the bed allowing me deeper and I kneel upright between her legs, gripping her hips as I start to thrust hard and fast deep inside her. She muffles a scream into the mattress and grips me tightly as she comes hard and fast, I can’t hold off as she clenches gloriously and I gasp as I empty into her…

  “Welcome home Mr James” Rosie smiles up at me from the pillow, sated and flushed in the cheeks as I return from the bathroom,

  “It’s good to be back baby. Right then, breakfast and then we’re taking Glasgow by storm!”

  I can do this; I can push what happened in Thailand to the back of my mind and spend a happy monogamous lifetime with this amazing woman.

  We order room service and eat breakfast in bed, then dress and head out into the city. As we walk, Rosie clings to my arm for warmth and fills me in on how the book tour has gone.

  We’re walking and talking as though we’re the only people in the world. Listening to Rosie so excited about the feedback she’s received on the tour makes me smile and when I talk about the wedding over a coffee I have to stop half way through telling her about it and just kiss her, I looked up to see her resting her chin in her hands and watching me, listening intently and smiling, she’s adorable.

  While we eat lunch I start to panic about Rosie meeting Sasha in a couple of days, I can’t risk Sash letting on about what happened, I can’t let Rosie get hurt like that. I’m sure that Sasha won’t say a word; we talked before I came home to try and smooth things out. She begged me not to go to the police saying that she had raped me, I told her not to be ridiculous and that she made the most stupid mistake she’ll ever make, but it was just a mistake.

  For some reason I told her we could still be friends, I don’t know why, I think it was partly because she was crying and partly to keep her on side. Sasha values our friendship and won’t jeopardise it I’m certain, but she can be a nasty piece of work when she wants, and they say there’s nothing like a woman scorned.

  When Rosie asks me what’s wrong I realise that I haven’t said a word or looked at her for a while, I just assure her that I’m really enjoying my food, she seemed to believe me.

  Rosie and I spend the whole day shopping and dipping in and out of bars to warm up. We’re both a bit drunk when we get back to the hotel, rosy cheeked from the cold and the alcohol and decide to get room service and curl up and watch a film in bed.

  We are heading back to London tomorrow and then on to Devon for Steve and Annie’s wedding part two so I want to make the most of this, while I have her to myself.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “Are we nearly there yet?”

  “No Pippa, we’re five minutes further along the road than the last time you asked!” Jackson smiles at Pip in the rear-view mirror and she laughs from the back seat of the car.

  Jackson has hired a car to take us to Devon as it was going to be a nightmare journey on public transport. Watching him drive is quite a turn on; he is confident behind the wheel and handles the car perfectly, weaving in and out of the traffic to get us to Tavistock in record time.

  We pull into the driveway of The Horn of Plenty and I’m immediately struck by the beauty of the place. The loveliness of the hotel and grounds is accentuated by the dusting of February snow highlighting every surface that it sits on. The centrepiece of the driveway is a slate lined fountain with neatly trimmed bushes, everything is white with frost as the icicles catch the light of the afternoon sun and shine like jewels as we cast our eyes toward the impressive entrance porch.

  The wedding is tomorrow, Steve and Annie are not yet legally married as their ceremony in Thailand was just a religious one, so I feel privileged to be one of less than one hundred guests here to witness them actually becoming husband and wife. We head into the hotel and after checking in and putting our things in the rooms, we all head down to the bar for some lunch.

  Looking out of the windows at the stunning views over the Tamar Valley I can see why Steve chose this venue. Annie has never been to England before and this place encapsulates all that is beautiful about our small island and lays it out in all its glory, like gifts for Annie to admire and treasure. The Georgian building represents our vast and colourful history, all around it a lush green landscape and various examples wildlife show the British countryside at its best and the icing on the cake is the beauty of English winter demonstrating our changing seasons.

  Our room is beautiful and the view from up here is even more breath taking than from the terrace. We have exclusive use of the hotel which is great and it all feels really intimate and cosy, Steve and Annie are already here but have taken their parents out for the day. We are all getting together for dinner this evening but not before an afternoon walk in the cold countryside with Jackson.

  By the time we have got back to the hotel and changed for dinner I am more than ready for it, I’m famished and in need of a glass of wine, pronto. We head down to the bar and are practically pounced upon by someone throwing their arms around Jackson’s neck, separating us and aggravating me,

  “Rosie, this is Sasha, a friend of mine from uni” Jackson awkwardly pushes her to arm’s length and smiles at me. As he says her name I notice the way she looks up at him, the same way that I do when he says mine.

  I immediately feel that Sasha is a threat, she is petite and extremely attractive. Her black hair is perfectly tamed and cut into a sharp asymmetric bob, her dark eyes look almost black against the smoky make up that she is wearing so well. I have to gather my thoughts to remember how to speak but I can’t help feeling concerned by how pretty Sasha is and how comfortable she seems with Jackson.

  “Nice to meet you” I smile but try my hardest to transmit a message telepathically so that she knows he is off limits, she doesn’t seem to receive it by the way that she places her hand on his arm and laughs.

  “Jackson, have you seen the photos from the wedding, there are some brilliant ones of us in Presley’s!” She hasn’t even acknowledged me and now I realise that this is the woman that was offering him coffee so early in the morning when I had called. She is stunning and oozes sexuality, she is also obviously attracted to Jackson and she was in Thailand with him.

  My blood is boiling and I can feel my cheeks becoming redder, I scan the room for Pippa and when I spot her at the bar I head towards her without excusing myself from Jackson’s side. I need talking down from the ledge that I find myself on. I know that I should trust Jackson, but Sasha has known Jackson for a long time, I only found out a few days ago that it’s his thirtieth birthday next week.

  “What’s happened?” Pippa asks as she sees me charging toward her, I keep walking, gesturing for her to follow and we head outside into the cold, “Rosie, I love you
, but it is freezing, why are we outside?”

  I explain everything to Pip and she does her best to convince me that I’m being an idiot, “So what if Jackson has female friends, and of course she was in Thailand if she’s a friend of Steve’s too, that’s nothing to be angry about Rosie. You need to let go of these trust issues or you are going to lose him” I know she’s right, I just needed to vent.

  We sit for dinner at one large table; there are maybe twenty five of us here. Steve’s parents have been lovely all evening, telling me how happy they are to see Jackson finally settling down, so I’m pleased when they sit opposite Pip and I at the dinner table making conversation easy. Jackson is seated to my right, opposite Steve and Sasha has sat herself on the other side of him. I feel ok whilst Jackson is holding my hand, but when he releases it and turns his back slightly toward me to talk to Sasha, I feel a little rejected.

  I try to ignore the feelings and tell myself that he is just trying not to be rude, but when I glance up to see the look that Steve is giving the two of them, I know there is something that I haven’t been told. After the main course I reach for Jackson’s hand and he looks me in the eye with a smile,

  “Can I have a word please? In private…” Jackson eyes me curiously but stands and takes my hand again as we walk away from the table, I can feel eyes burning a hole into my back and I presume that it’s Sasha’s, maybe Steve’s too.

  “What’s up baby?” Jackson asks so affectionately that I immediately feel ridiculous for feeling so insecure,

  “It’s Sasha, I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me about her, am I wrong?” I ask softly, not wanting Jackson to feel like I’m attacking or accusing him. He looks away for a moment scratching the back of his head, and then looks back to me,

  “Ok, listen, Sasha and I are just friends. There are no feelings between us other than that of mates, you need to understand that” he looks at me as though he is waiting for me to acknowledge that I do, “But, yes we have slept together, in the past Rosie”

  I knew it so I don’t know why I feel annoyed, maybe it’s just that I can tell that she has more than feelings of friendship toward Jackson, but he has been honest with me as I asked him to. I close my eyes for a second and take a breath, when I open them Jackson is looking cautiously at me, I can see the worry in his eyes, he is unsure what my reaction will be,

  “Thank you, for telling me” I smile and hold out my hand for him to take as we head back to the dinner table. He is mine, and Sasha can’t do anything to change that.

  The wedding is beautiful, Annie’s smile lights up the whole room and Steve looks so happy and in love that I can’t help but feel inspired. After the ceremony the bride and groom and their families head out for some photos in the frosty gardens of the hotel, most of the guests stay out of the cold and drink champagne whilst watching the action out of the windows of the bar.

  Jackson is Steve’s best man and I smile as I watch them posing for photographs together, both pausing to blow on their hands and rub them frantically together in an attempt to warm them up.

  Annie has on a white wedding coat which contrasts with her dark skin and exotic beauty making her look quite striking as she smiles for the camera. Before long Steve calls for everyone that was at the Thai wedding to come for a photo, I watch as Sasha makes a beeline for Jackson’s side and stands inappropriately close to him, smiling and hunching her shoulders to show how cold she is. Jackson smiles and wraps an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm to warm her up. There is something in the way that she looks at him, there is more to their relationship than Jackson has told me, I just know there is, and from the look that Pip throws my way she knows it now too.

  I refuse to cause a scene at the wedding and so resign myself to having a great night and asking Jackson about it tomorrow, but after sitting through Jackson’s speech with Sasha looking at him like a lovesick teenager and playfully heckling him, my blood is boiling. Who the hell does she think she is?

  I am struggling to hold it together but after the meal when I see Sasha and Jackson posing together for photographs as though it’s her that he came here with, I can’t take any more and I have to get out. I stand to leave and walk out of the room toward the toilets.

  For a moment I stand in front of the mirror, assessing my appearance and realising that I will never look like her. I’ll never be as well put together or have the history that she and Jackson share. I start to tell myself I’m being stupid when the door opens and someone walks in,

  “Oh, Rosie! Hello” her voice is monotone as she greets me and heads in to one of the cubicles. I know that I should leave and let her do what she came in here to do, but I can’t move, my legs have turned to stone. I am going to confront her.

  When Sasha opens the cubicle door she looks at me and smiles. It’s a knowing smile and I guess that she is used to being confronted by jealous girlfriends.

  “Can I help you with something?” she asks coldly as she washes her hands,

  “You can stay away from Jackson... that would be a great help!” I’m proud of myself, my voice is strong. Sasha turns to face me head on,

  “What if he doesn’t want to stay away from me though Rosie, did you consider that? You might be flavour of the month, but it’s me he always comes back to” she answers smoothly, like she had rehearsed what she would say and tilts her head to the side with a smile as though she pities me,

  “Sasha, I know that you and Jackson have slept together in the past, he’s told me that. But the past is the past, I’m his future. So, either start acting like you’re just friends and keep your hands off him, or I’ll make sure that you never see him again.” As I say the words I’m not sure that I have the power to make that happen, they are friends after all, but I stick to my guns. Sasha laughs and turns to leave, before stopping and turning back to me,

  “The fact that you seem to think the word ‘past’ means a long time ago is very sweet Rosie, yesterday is in the past, have you thought about that? Jackson and I have a connection you could never dream of. He and I have been sleeping together for a decade Rosie, you can’t compete with that!”

  Her words stop me in my tracks for a moment. When Jackson had said that they had slept together I thought he meant once, maybe twice but not regularly for ten years. I pull myself together and answer, hoping I haven’t paused for too long,

  “That’s good for you Sasha, but I don’t see a ring on your finger. You were a bit of fun for him, an easy lay… but I’m the woman that he wakes up next to every morning, and will be for the rest of his life. Hands off Sasha, or trust me you will regret it!”

  Sasha purses her lips and flares her nostrils as though my words have cut her deep. Triumphant I make my exit, pushing past her and heading for the door. I bump into Jackson as I leave the toilets,

  “Hey, I was looking for you” he smiles as he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head,

  “I’m here” I smile back as I take his hand and pull him back toward the dance floor…

  CHAPTER NINE

  “Oh, my head!” I smile as I hear Rosie grown from underneath her pillow. We drank a lot last night and she spent a large part of the early hours of this morning throwing up into the toilet.

  “Come on, you need a greasy breakfast and coffee!” I declare probably a little louder that necessary,

  “Oh Jackson!” she groans “Why do you hate me?” I can hear the humour in her voice, “Water please baby!”

  “No problem!”

  I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower, returning to the bed to pick Rosie up and deposit her, naked and hung over under the cold water. Her screams and giggles as she pulls me into the bathtub with her warm my heart and I turn up the temperature of the water as I passionately kiss the woman that I can’t wait to marry.

  When we reach the restaurant, Pippa is already sitting at a table near the window, looking more than slightly worse for wear. We join her and she groans as she looks up at a now perkie
r looking Rosie,

  “Ahh how do you look so alive? I feel dead!” She moans as I look at the breakfast menu, I guess that Rosie just smiles because Pip places her forehead on the table and mumbles “I’d feel ok if I had someone to give me a hangover shag, no fair!” Rosie and I laugh as the waitress heads over to our table with a pot of fresh coffee.

  We’re heading back to London in a little while and hoping to miss the traffic, I have a meeting with Frankie in the morning and Rosie has a day of meetings to do with an article she’s writing. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day so I also want to spend some time planning a special evening for me and Rosie.

  I’ve never had a real relationship before, so this whole romance thing is so alien to me, but I’m enjoying trying.

  “Ahh what a day!” Rosie lets herself into my flat with the key that I gave her a couple of weeks ago and flops down on to the sofa. I am in the kitchen but as my flat is open plan, I don’t have to stop what I’m doing to engage in conversation,

  “Hi Jackson, I missed you” I call sarcastically as I pour Rosie a glass of wine and then head over to where she is sitting,

  “Sorry babe today has just been the longest day ever!” she takes the wine and smiles up at me, “What are you cooking? It smells amazing!”

  “Never you mind! There’s a bath run for you, go and have a soak and I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready” She stands and starts to walk toward the bedroom, “Oh, Happy Valentine’s Day” Rosie smiles and continues into the en suite.

  When Rosie comes out of the bedroom about forty minutes later, my heart leaps into my throat. She is wearing a short silk nightdress with lace teasing her thighs at the bottom and her chest at the top. She looks sensational and for second I can’t help but think ‘Sod dinner!’ but as she heads into the kitchen and pours us both a glass of wine the feeling of contentment is overwhelming, this is my life now, my beautiful woman here by my side.