by K. L. Jessop
“No, they’re watching you. Don’t you see what you do? You light up any room; you captivate every eye with your smile, eyes, and presence. You’re a remarkable woman, Amelia Weston and all these people know it. I know it. You just have to believe it and learn to love yourself for who you are. You need to see what we all see.”
His words brought a lump to my throat. I’ve never thought of myself in any other way other than an outsider, a broken girl who took the wrong path and hid away once things got tough. I’ve never saw what they saw, but with Marcus he makes everything different. New. Fresh. He’s helped me realise that I don’t have to hide away anymore. I wouldn’t have done that if it wasn’t for him.
“How did you find me when I never wanted to be found?” I murmur.
“They say that one day someone will walk into your life and make you realise why it never worked with anyone else. You will always hold a special place in my heart, Amelia. I’ll take that with me forever.”
My stomach dropped with that one word ‘take’, I couldn’t bring myself to think of what will happen when he leaves. Will I cope? Was this just a crash course to show me that no two men are the same or could there be more? Did I want more?
No. It can’t be any more than what we have now, whatever feelings I may have for Marcus had to be buried as that is better for the both of us. I swallowed back the thick ball in my throat and said the words I’d been wanting to say for weeks, because if it wasn’t for Marcus, I wouldn’t be the Amelia I am today.
“I’m glad I was found by you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amelia
“I still can’t believe you won.” I smile as we enter our hotel room, placing my corsage on the table. The magical events of the evening were finished and the Summer Ball was over for another year with Directors and Business Partners ecstatic with their prizes.
“We won baby, you worked hard for this too.” Marcus replies taking off his jacket and bow tie followed by his shoes-before heading to the mini bar. This was true, I do work my ass off at that place and more often than not take on things that aren’t even in my job description, but I do it as it keeps me focused.
“It seem as though I’ve hardly work at all these last couple of months. Not since I was swept off my feet by some guy that drives me crazy.” Shit, my champagne slip of the tongue was not what I should have said and not what he needed to hear. I escape his watchful eye to take off my heels and jewellery, trying to ignore the feeling that’s burning a cavity inside me. I turn when I still feel his smouldering gaze, enjoying the fact his stare was full of yearning and nothing unpredictable. “What are you looking at?” I murmur.
“You.” His voice lustful and raspy. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Only in the best way.” I focus on his panty-melting stare that’s sending my body spiralling. Even in the dim-lit room I saw his eyes darken as they run full length of my body. The butterflies took flight in my belly with the way he was making me feel, the ache between my legs escalated and my heart was falling heavier for him. “Is this the part where we rip each other’s clothes off and you fuck me hard?” I say, biting my lip with anticipation. He didn’t answer at first, just focused on me with his inevitable gaze.
“No,” he murmured, placing his glass down and slowly moving towards me. My breathing shallowed. Heart thumping harder in my chest with his proximity as he whispered a breath apart from my lips. “This is the part where I take off your dress very, very slow and I make love to you.”
My breath caught. He can’t use that word, this is not what this is between us, yet I couldn’t stop the whimper that left my lips when his angel whispered kiss touched the side of my mouth. Closing my eyes as once again the powers of this man have engulfed my body paralysing me in a mind blowing way to only his touch.
“Will you let me, Amelia?” he whispered. “Will you let me make love to you?” The thoughts in my head and my feelings I have for him where fighting a losing battle. The need to have him now was far greater at this moment than it had ever been in all the times we’d shared together, and I knew that whatever happens between us he would break me one way or another and my heart would yet again face its wreckage.
“Yes,” I breathed.
This was all he needed to take hold of me in every way. His lips massaged mine as the tip of his tongue coaxed into my mouth with grace, making my insides somersault with yearning as his fingertips brush my jaw. The hairs on my neck stood tall when his other hand swept over my behind, pushing me closer into him so I could feel what my body does to him. His kiss made me weak, I wrap my arms around his neck to keep me from falling, lacing my fingers through his hair. Gliding his finger over my forehead he tucked the strands of hair behind my ear, trailing it down my neck and around my back until he finds the zip of my dress. Hazel eyes hold mine as he unfastens the chiffon material, it’s unbearably slow and with each section of my back that’s exposed to the air, my body burned like wildfire.
I stood powerless before him. He slides the fabric down my front, freeing my arms and letting it fall to the floor in a deep pool of blue. My heart is thumping, raising my chest into him as he circles his thumbs over my nipples through the thin layer of the gunmetal lace. My lips part and a moan escape as he played me.
“You’re so beautiful, Amelia, you forever take my breath.”
I don’t answer as he removes my bra whilst kissing the weak spot on my neck, I’m afraid of what I’d say if I open my mouth. The need to feel his skin is too much to handle and just like my dress I repeat the tortured movements with my own fingers and take to the buttons of his shirt. Slipping it over his shoulders for the warmth of his body to hit mine. I kiss along his collarbone, down his chest as my hands span the width of his back before pressing my chest to his so I could feel him on me. His skin makes me breathe, makes me feel alive. I want to carve out a piece from him so I can hold it forever when he leaves.
Without words he lifts me and walks us to the bed, buried in the crook of his neck I breathe him in as his own heart beats rapidly between us. Once on the bed he gets the sleep mask that hangs over the bedpost. Anxiety floods through me. “Marcus.”
“Shh, it’s ok; I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to wear this so all you can focus on is our connection, what you feel when you’re with me. What it feels like to be completely free from fear.”
I glance up to meet his eyes and the trust is there shining back at me. I nod and take a breath as he places the mask over my eyes, shutting me off from his beautiful body. The sweetest kiss brushed my lips, calming the wave of nerves that run my body. “Do you trust me?” he whispered.
“Yes,”
“I just want you to feel, baby.”
Guiding me back he peppers my skin with kisses, my heart rate picks up as he descends. Every inch of my skin tingles with his touch, a tingle that marked me in the most dreamlike way, and when he shoves a pillow under my ass electricity shoots through my body of knowing exactly what’s coming when he slides my panties down my legs. His lips press along the soft skin of my inner thigh, my whimpers get higher, breathing gets faster as I feel him so close to my sex.
“Oh, god!” He sweeps his tongue over me in one long stroke, my fingers tug at his hair from the heavenly abuse, running his tongue in even strokes over and over as I cry out with the drug-craving sensation. My hips jolt, forcing him to place his palm on my lower belly to hold me down. I want to see him, I want to watch what he’s doing to me but my blindness to him makes it feel even more erotic.
“Fuck, Marcus!” My core burns with the repetitive movements of his relentless tongue, working me to explosion as it begins to rip through me. Adding more pressure as my cries increase, and when he sucks on my clit I’m gone. Sent on a toe curling ride of ecstasy as I come undone around him. Ripples of fire shoot through my veins and my rapid breath beats hard in my chest. I don’t have chance to recover before he’s taking my mouth and the taste of my climax salts my tongue.
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p; “You taste so good, baby.”
“That was insane.” I pant, with my eyes still covered.
“Turn over.” I’m flipped onto my front and the bed rises as he leaves. My head shoots in the direction to the sound of his belt. “I’m just removing my trousers.” Its insane how this man can read my thoughts, I don’t think I’ll ever get use to that.
Angel whispered kisses continue to mark my skin, paying more attention on my scars as his cock pressed hard against me, my pussy screaming with the need of him to be inside me. “Marcus, please.” I pled, not being able to take any more as he teases my body with his powers. “I need you to fuck me.”
He kissed the rapid pulse in my neck, “But I’m not going to fuck you, Amelia. Not in the way you want. I want you to feel and remember every second of tonight. I want you to feel what I do to you. Say it, tell me what you want?”
It’s like he knows me inside and out, reads my mind, hears my heart and sees into my soul. Knows that I’m tangled with the meaning of that word he’s waiting to hear but will get me to speak it one way or another, torture my sex craved body in order for it to leave my lips. I can’t say it, it means more than what this is, what it can’t ever be.
“You’re driving me insane, please, Marcus.” I beg.
“Say it, Amelia. Let me hear you say it.”
“I want… I want you to make love to me.”
He’s won. My fragile state of mind and my longing for him took over and the words left me before I could stop them. He slides deep inside, filling me with everything he had, entwining our fingers as he begins to rock us. He was right when he said no hard fucking would take place, he’s passionate, deep, beautifully intense and fuck me it feels incredible.
“Oh god, don’t stop.”
I close my eyes under the mask and focus on the feel of him inside me. I feel beautiful, sexy and overwhelmed with lust as I give my body and soul to him. Drinking him in in every way as our bodies become one. The heat of his heavy pants hit my face; the movement of our body rubs my clit against the mattress making my insides rage with unbearably pleasure. The tingles race up my legs, the blaze in my core increases with each drive of his cock and I clench our fingers together as the sensation takes over my body.
“Marcus,” I cry.
“Wait, Amelia.”
I can’t hold on much longer as Marcus chases his own climax, hitting me deeper every time. Coloured stars build behind my covered eyes and I’m losing control of my emotions and what this beautiful beast of a man is doing to my heart.
“Marcus, I ca-”
“Cum for me.”
I crash violently like the waves that slam the rocks as we hit our orgasms in unison, the friction of my clit against the mattress creates another to ripple through me when he doesn’t stop his thrusts. My limbs lax and hum in tranquillity, my pulse beating like a drum as he rests against me. “You blow my mind, Amelia. Every fucking time.”
Marcus removes the sleep mask and I lay immobile, gaining control of my breathing as he kisses my shoulders and neck whilst still inside me. Gravity hits my heart as I come back to reality, and I can’t stop the silent tear that soaks the pillow. Closing my eyes to take in the surrounding of him, us. His skin, his heartbeat, his touch. I couldn’t ever get enough of having him close; even though he found me I was forever lost in him. He may take the memory of me with him but what will I have? Nothing.
I told myself countless times it’s just for summer but the more time we’ve shared together the more I’ve realised he’s different. The more he’s made me come alive. But from my own experience the more time people spend together in a sexual connection like we have, the higher the feelings can grow and I can’t put myself or my heart in that position again. I can’t let my guard down and leave myself wide open. I’ve been down that road once before, I can’t go there again.
***
As I stir in my sleep a satisfying feeling oozes through my body of having attentive eyes on me. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the smile so I can relish the feeling a little longer. Yesterday was perfect in every way and that along with every other day spent with Marcus will be with me indefinitely.
“I know you’re awake.”
My smile stretches across my face but I don’t open my eyes, I knew if I did, that unfamiliar feeling that continues to build inside will no doubt hit me again full force. “Rumbled.” I smiled.
His low laugh brushed against my forehead as he swept the hair from my face to place a kiss on my lips. “Happy 27th, beautiful.”
I forgot it was my birthday with all the hype from the ball and the busy week at work, or maybe I just didn’t want to acknowledge it as it’s another year without my parents. No matter how much you try to push it to the back of your mind there’s still that little pocket of solitude waving at you as it sits on your shoulder.
“Have you been awake long?” I ask, blinking my arm open with a stretch.
“Long enough to watch you sleep.”
“Still doing you stalker routine I see.” I teased
“Always. I’ve ordered breakfast it will be here soon. Would you like you present?”
“You got me something?” My eyes widened with surprise, I didn’t expect anything from him. He reached over the side of the bed to the draw and brought back a long black jewellery box tied with red ribbon. My stomach churned with an unpleasant state of excitement as I sat further up against the headrest.
My eyes flashed to him with hesitation when he placed the box on my lap. “Open it.”
Undoing the ribbon, I opened the box and my breath was stolen on my discovery. Placed amongst the black velvet was a gorgeous white gold diamond bracelet twinkling against the light of the window. It was absolutely stunning and like nothing I ever had.
“Oh my god, Marcus,” I whisper. I’m still trying to get my head around this man’s generosity and how much he looks after those close to him. It’s breathtaking and with that and the way he’s making me feel it caused the tears to fall. I’m more confused now than I have ever been in my life and I can’t do shit about it.
“Do you not like it?” he asks, concern and a little disappointed. “We can change it.”
“No, no I love it. It’s beautiful.”
“But you’re crying.”
Wiping my tears I run my finger along the twinkling rocks still at a loss for words as I take every inch of it in. Placing it on the bed I look at Marcus, his beautiful face still washed with concern. “I’m crying because I love it. It’s beautiful and unexpected. You have always been so good to me, Marcus. So kind and caring and I will be forever thankful for that.” I move forward wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms come round me in a tight embrace.
“I’ve told you before; you deserve all the kindness and affection in the world. Happy Birthday beautiful, let’s make today special.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Amelia
When we returned home from Kingston Hotel later in the morning I was hit with the heavenly scent of flowers that flooded my house. Dozens of bouquets filled every available space bringing rainbows of colour into the room. Megan text to say she would see me after work and Rosa and I went for lunch at Rock Waves for a birthday treat, whilst Marcus stopped off at The Grand to check on a few things. I can’t remember the last time I spent my birthday with so many people and actually enjoyed it.
“Now we can’t start the celebrations off without this little beauty.” Megan beams as she strides into my room with Tequila and glasses. I decided earlier in the week I didn’t want a fuss and a few drinks at Rubies would be fine but Megan insisted as there was more of us a few drinking games were needed before hitting the dance floor later.
Throwing back my drink I continue to finish my make-up whilst Rosa, Marcus and Andrew talk in the living room about a new club that’s looking to be Rubies latest rival if it should go ahead and open in Spring Rose.
“Have you heard from Lucas today?” Megan asks, flopping herself on the b
ed in her sexy red dress.
“No, I tried to call earlier but I’ve heard nothing from him.”
“I seem to remember him saying his internet was down so he couldn’t Skype us.”
“Maybe.”
I switch to the other eye with my mascara wand as laughter from the other room seeps in through the door. Chucking my mascara in my bag I join Megan on the bed as that unfamiliar feeling grips my belly. “I’m scared.” I whispered. Her eyes flashed up from her phone before quickly turning onto her front with her legs bent up and crossed at the ankles.
“About what?”
“About what will happen when he leaves, I’ve not felt like this in years and I like having him around.”
Her ice blue eyes shot wide as a gasp takes over. “Oh my god, do you…do you-”
“No I don’t!” I knew exactly what she was implying. “I’m just saying I don’t think I’ll be the same once he goes. But if he stays, not that he can, I’m not sure what that means for us either.”
“Why?”
Because history has a way of repeating itself. Because bad luck comes in three’s yet mine so far is my whole adulthood. “Because I’m damaged goods and he doesn’t need that complication.”
“Right stop with the bullshit! First of all you are not damaged goods and second I think you should to talk to him. Distance relationships can work if that’s what you want and whatever happens I’ll be here to help you drown your sorrows with Tequila.” She jumps up from the bed and takes the bottle with a wink, doing her let’s change the mood vibe. “And third this baby here needs some attention. Let’s go get shit-faced and wind up Andrew. I’m yet to see him smile.”
“Do you have a plan?” I chuckle straightening my dress once I get up.
“Nope, but I’ll think of something.”
***
The drinks are in full swing, music plays in the background as Megan’s game of Truth or Dare continues. Marcus just had to swallow three large spoonfuls of extra hot chilli sauce, his eyes are still streaming and throat still recovering from the gallons of milk he downed straight after. My choice was truth and I had to confess to my internet crush on Johnny Depp and that I once had a scrapbook that was full of him.