Always with You (WIth You Trilogy)

by Sable, R. J.

I got up from Jason’s lap and wandered into the kitchen so that he and Adam could go back to watching TV.

  “It’s insane, they didn’t need to do it,” I continued, putting the kettle on so I could make some tea.

  “Why did they?” Jake asked curiously.

  “I dunno,” I shrugged. “I think it’s their version of an apology, maybe.”

  “For what?”

  “The way things have been, I guess,” I said uncertainly.

  “Maybe,” Jake said, sounding hopeful. “They were pretty cool about everything in Manchester.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “Except the twins.” I frowned at the memory of them attacking his hair.

  Jake grunted in agreement. “Shaving their own heads was pretty cool though. I didn’t expect that.”

  “Me neither,” I grinned. “Sorta made up for it, I guess.”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. “Sorta.”

  “You forgiven them?”

  “Yeah, but I kinda wished I hadn’t. Could have gotten something out of it.”

  I laughed. “You’re awful.”

  “Awfully awesome.”

  “If you say so,” I scoffed. “Hey, I’m gonna go call Karl to say thank you. I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay?”

  “Okay. See you, speed racer.”

  “Bye, whacky racer.”

  I grinned to myself as I made the pot of tea and took it into the lounge. Adam and Jason had set up the Xbox 360 and were jumping around pretending to box each other. They’re like children, I smiled to myself. I put the teapot and mugs on the windowsill because I figured they’d be safer there than in front of the boys.

  Jason winked at me, which gave Adam the opportunity to knock down his character. Jason groaned and returned to the game. I left them to it and went up to my room to call Karl.

  “Hey, Jelly!” Elise answered Karl’s phone.

  “Hi, Elise,” I grinned. “How are you?”

  “I’m good. I take it you’re after my grumpier half?”

  “I am,” I laughed. “But not if he’s grumpy right now.

  “He’s not so much grumpy as covered in baby poo.”

  I giggled at the mental images. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah,” she laughed. “He was changing her nappy and well… she clearly wasn’t done.

  “Stop… stop,” I collapsed in a fit of giggles, gasping for breath. “I can’t breathe!”

  “Oh, oh… here he comes. Don’t tell him I told you,” she whispered through her giggles.

  “Hello?” Karl’s slightly irritated voice came through the speaker.

  Oh God, I can’t stop laughing. “Hi,” I squeaked.

  “What’s wrong?” His voice was rough and I could tell he was stressed.

  I could here running water in the background and was having mental of images of him trying to wash vast amounts of baby excrement off.

  “Um, nothing,” I squeaked again. If I tried to talk properly I’d giggle and that would just piss him off more.

  “Why does your voice sound funny?” He growled. “For fuck’s sake. Elise?” He shouted and I could hear Elise giggling in the background. “She told you didn’t she.”

  My response was to join in her giggling.

  “I swear all the women in my life are out to get me,” he muttered.

  “Sorry,” I grinned, trying hard to stifle my laughter.

  “I swear for a baby that cute, she produces ridiculous amounts of the worst smelling bodily waste.”

  “Aw,” I cooed in sympathy. “Maybe you should teach her uncles how to change nappies so she’ll get them instead.”

  “Not a bad idea,” he grumbled. “What were you calling for?”

  “To say thank you,” I said earnestly.

  “What for?”

  “For Berty.”

  “Berty?”

  “My beautiful new Volvo.”

  “God, tell me you didn’t call it Berty?” Karl groaned. “Tell me Ian didn’t let you?”

  “He looks like a Berty!” I insisted.

  I heard him curse under his breath and mutter something about women.

  “Seriously though, Karl. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

  “It’s nothing,” he mumbled awkwardly. “Now you can come visit us whenever you want.”

  “Once I learn to drive,” I grinned.

  “Could be a while then,” he laughed. “Listen, I’m glad you called. I need to talk to you.”

  “Oh?” I prompted.

  “Yeah, gimme a sec.” I heard him shutting the door and what sounded like him walking into his garden, judging by the slight wind rustling the phone.

  “So, I’ve been looking into Jason’s Mum.”

  I clenched the phone tighter in my hand in anticipation. I really needed some good news on this front. With the serious chat with Jason coming soon, I knew that everything would be out in the open. I wanted to be able to give him the chance to confront his Mum if that was something he one day wanted to do.

  “What did you find?” I asked anxiously, clicking the lock into place on my door in case Jason came up. I didn’t like locking him out but neither did I want him to find out by overhearing half a conversation.

  “Not much, I’m sorry, Jelly,” he sighed.

  My shoulders slumped forwards. I’d really been hoping he’d have found her. “It’s okay,” I answered dejectedly. “I don’t know what else to try.”

  “There pretty much isn’t anything left to try,” Karl grunted in obvious frustration.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I tried everything. There are literally no traces of her since July 1996.”

  I did some quick mental arithmetic and came to the obvious conclusion. “Jason would have been almost nine then. He said she disappeared when he was eight so that must have been around the same time.”

  “That’s what I figured,” Karl replied. “But when I say no traces, I mean no traces, Jelly. No bank accounts, no employment history, no passport, address. Nothing.”

  “That’s… weird?”

  “Yeah, it’s also almost impossible unless she left the country.”

  “I think she was Swedish, maybe she went back?”

  “Being abroad is pretty much the only option, but she can’t be in Sweden. I checked. They use social security numbers and hers hasn’t been active since she was eighteen.”

  “Oh,” I frowned.

  “So she must be somewhere else?”

  “I guess,” Karl answered half-heartedly. “But there was no activity on her bank account for a while before that, nothing on her cards. If she travelled outside the country, she must have done it with cash.”

  “She must really not have wanted her husband to find her,” I mumbled, more to myself than to Karl.

  “Well it looks like he’s still trying.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

  “He’s still getting her post forwarded to his new address.”

  “That’s odd.”

  “Yeah, I guess he must want her back. He never remarried according to records.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief on behalf of womankind. I wouldn’t wish Gregory Reed upon anyone.

  “Well, sorry I couldn’t be more help, Jelly,” Karl apologised.

  “It’s okay,” I assured him. “I really appreciate you trying. It means a lot to me.”

  “No worries. I gotta go back in there and check on Grace. Be careful driving.”

  “I will,” I smiled. “Thanks again, Karl, and give Elise and Grace cuddles from me.”

  “Once she’s been bathed,” he mumbled before hanging up.

  I was so disappointed that my search for Jason’s mother had come to a dead end. Karl was right, there was nothing else left to try. No matter what Jason said about his mother, I knew he needed a way to move past her abandonment and I couldn’t see how he’d do that without confronting her. Now that wasn’t even an option.

  Chapter 33

  Friday, 11th O
ctober 2013

  Despite the fact that we were free from my brothers, Jason hadn’t seemed willing to talk the previous night. He just held me once were in bed and clung to me like he was afraid I would run away if he didn’t. It broke my heart so I came up with a plan. Like I told Ian, Jason knew I loved him, he just needed reminding. Today I planned on doing just that. He needed to know that I loved him and would never leave him. I’d promised him that.

  “What’s this?” His adorable grin met me when I brought him breakfast in bed.

  “Breakfast,” I grinned, placing the tray on his lap so I could shuffle into bed with him.

  “Nu uh!” He protested. “Get out.”

  “What?” I pouted. It wasn’t like Jason to kick me out of bed.

  “You’re only allowed back in bed if you’re naked.” That was definitely something Jason would do.

  “So demanding, Mr Reed,” I teased, slipping back off the bed to remove the pyjamas. I’d put them on so I could make breakfast without flashing Adam if he decided to get up early.

  “Much better,” he nodded approvingly once I was naked.

  I smiled happily and moved the tray off of his lap, straddling him instead of sitting next to him. His eyes studied me hungrily as I positioned myself and settled the tray on his chest so I could feed him.

  “The only thing better than breakfast in bed is naked breakfast in bed with you,” he grinned, sliding his hands up my thighs to rest on my hips.

  “I aim to please,” I grinned, delighted to see how happy he looked. I scooped up some of the chopped fresh fruit onto a spoon and carefully pushed it to his full lips.

  “Delicious,” he grinned. “What’s all this for?”

  “Do I need a reason to spoil you?” I artfully dodged the question.

  “I guess not,” he smiled.

  I smiled back and let him feed me some toast. I licked the crumbs off my lip and I felt Jason twitch in response. He smirked at me and I wiggled slightly against him, torturing us both. Smiling sweetly, I continued to feed him breakfast until we’d both had our fill.

  Jason pulled the tray away from us and placed it on the floor next the bed before pulling me down to lie on his chest. Skin on skin. I practically purred into the crook of his neck, completely contented in his arms.

  “I love you, little squirrel,” Jason whispered in my ear.

  “I love you too, Jason. Always and forever.” I lifted my head to look straight into the nuances of his Caribbean Sea eyes and tried to convey the depth and breadth of my love with my gaze.

  Whether it worked or not, I’m not sure, because Jason pulled me into him for a steamy kiss, grinding his hips against me. I moaned into him when his fingers delved into my hair, deepening the kiss whilst his tongue laved attention on my own.

  Jason rolled us, his weight held above me with not a molecule of air between us as our skin pressed together.

  “See,” Jason panted, his lips moving down my neck. “This is why naked is always best.”

  “Couldn’t agree more,” I breathed, tangling my fingers into his slightly curly locks as his mouth found my breasts, swollen and waiting for his attention.

  “I like kissing you,” he mumbled against my skin.

  “I like you kissing me too,” I hummed my delight as his hot mouth worked its way around the underside of my breast.

  “Where do you like me kissing you, Jamie?” Jason demanded, looking up at me with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

  “Everywhere, Jason,” I replied confidently. My blush betrayed my confidence but at least I’d replied.

  “Here?” He goaded, sucking my nipple into his mouth and nibbling the tender flesh with his teeth.

  “Mmm,” I moaned in approval.

  “Here?” He continued, nibbling at my hipbone.

  By this point, the only sounds coming out of my mouth were groans of bliss and heavy breathing.

  “How about here?” His hot breath stroked my parted arousal sending goosebumps all over my skin.

  “Jason,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

  I felt him grin as he continued licking his way up and down the length of my core, swirling his tongue around my clit and teasing it with the rough stubble of his jaw. He held my hips still as his tongue dipped inside the heated folds and warmed me from the inside out.

  When he withdrew, I was dangerously close to wriggling out of his grasp and crushing him with my thighs so that he could finish what he’d started.

  “Still, little squirrel,” Jason grinned, sitting back on his heels and continuing to stroke me with his long fingers.

  “Please, Jason. I want you,” I pleaded, my voice needy and desperate.

  “How do you want me, baby?” He smirked, lowering himself over me to nibble my earlobe.

  I groaned in ecstasy as his swollen cock brushed against my sensitive clit.

  “I want you inside me, please,” I begged.

  “I aim to please,” he grinned, returning my words to me.

  He thrust inside me with a roll of his hips, pushing us both up the bed towards the headboard.

  “Hold onto the bars, Jamie,” Jason grunted in between thrusts. “Don’t let go.”

  I obliged, turned on further by the bite of authority in his lust-filled growls. Holding the bars gave me leverage to engage my core and lift my hips for a better angle. With each thrust he filled me completely, sinking himself inside me.

  Today was about showing Jason how much I loved him. I’d like to think I did that every day but I wanted to make sure that was my main focus for today. Whilst I knew that sex and love could be mutually exclusive, they weren’t for us. When we came together under steamy circumstances, there was always a connection between us. Now matter how rough, how kinky, or how crazy our sex got, it was always based on love, trust, and mutual respect.

  Staring into the burning heat in Jason’s eyes, I knew he felt the same. Even as he rammed into me, sweat beading on his delicious body, I could see the love in his eyes. I could see the nonverbal promise that we belonged to each other.

  “Please, Jason,” I rasped, my knuckles white as I held onto the headboard with all my might. I was so close to coming but I needed us to get there together. “I need to come, please.”

  “Hold it, baby. This feels too good. I want to enjoy it a little longer.”

  I whimpered with need but obliged, concentrating hard on controlling my imminent release. Jason bent down to kiss me again, his tongue mimicking the actions of the solid rod encapsulated inside my heat. He knelt up as he withdrew and wrapped my legs around his waist, slowly rotating his hips to temper the pace and bring me back from the cusp of ecstasy.

  “You are so beautiful, Jamie,” Jason breathed appreciatively, dragging one finger down my body from my collarbones to my core. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Jason,” I breathed. “I need to touch you.” I needed to feel his skin against mine, to run my fingers over his body and worship him like the God he was to me.

  Smiling an almost shy smile, he lifted me effortlessly away from the bed, both of us sitting up, still joined intimately. Delighted to have free reign of his body, I let my hands roam over his exquisitely toned torso, pulling him closer to me whilst I rolled my hips against him.

  I buried my face in his neck and bit down gently on the chorded tendon, kissing the skin to sooth the mark left behind. I couldn’t help myself; he smelt and tasted good enough to eat.

  Taking back the control, Jason lifted me and thrust himself into me, his breathing becoming even more hurried. One hand gathered my hair, pulling my head back to leave my neck exposed to his tongue and teeth.

  “Come for me, Jamie,” he demanded, my flesh smacking against his as he bounced me against him.

  His words were so thoroughly welcome, opening the door on the orgasm trapped inside me. I screamed a little too loudly, considering Adam was in the house, and pleasure rocked through me. Jason’s hot release filled me and his body shook slightly as it supp
orted mine. I clung to him for dear life, sweaty, hot, and thoroughly sated.

  “I love you so much,” I mumbled against his skin.

  “I love you too, little squirrel,” he returned happily, lifting us both from the bed.

  He carried me like that, wrapped around his torso, into the bathroom. Once I’d regained my pre-orgasm stability, I lowered myself to the shower floor, intent on making sure the day’s message was thoroughly received.

  I tenderly washed every inch of him, massaging his muscles and kissing along the dips and furrows of his stomach and back. It was hard to comprehend how somebody so thoroughly masculine could be so completely beautiful but he definitely pulled it off.

  “Anything you want to do today?” I asked him once we were dressed.

  “I have to nip into the lab,” he apologised. “I’ve got quite a bit to do before next week.”

  I winced guiltily. The surprise trip to Derby and then Ian’s overnight in Leeds had stolen quite a bit of time from us. Jason didn’t complain once and I think he quite enjoyed himself but I still didn’t like the idea of our relationship getting in the way of his thesis.

  “Don’t do that,” he grinned, cupping my face and kissing the tip of my nose. “It’s not your fault. It’s just something I’ve been putting off.”

  “Okay,” I smiled, loving the fact that he could read me so easily. “Can I come with you?” I’d had a rapid rethink of my plan and decided that I needed to show more support for his studies in order for him to understand how much he meant to me.

  “Really?” He raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

  “Yeah,” I nodded enthusiastically. “You can show me your work quickly and then I promise I’ll keep out of your way. I can go through the lecture slides for next week and bring you drinks and stuff while you work.”

  “Are you sure?” He laughed. “Sounds to me like you might get bored.”

  “Impossible with you around.” I could stare at him all day without noticing the time pass. He truly is a joy to behold. And to touch, and to taste, and to… I drew my thoughts back to the moment at hand, inwardly grinning at my perverted brain. He’d been inside me less than an hour previously and I already wanted more.

  Jason walked me through some of his work at the lab, explaining things about PVs (Photovoltaic cells – see, I listened!) and silicone alloys. He was really patient in explaining everything and I eventually grasped the concept of dislodging electrons from atoms and creating voltage potential. I got the impression I was getting the ‘solar power for dummies’ version but Jason didn’t make me feel stupid. He just seemed happy to talk to me about it.