by Jessie M
After two sensual and atmospheric hours, Lorraine disappears off to bed and we're alone on the sofa. I think I'm okay to drive, but I really, really don't want to go. Twilight has made me feel all loved up and full of dark, moody desire.
“Josh?”
“Yeah?”
“I've been doing some thinking, about the things you told me yesterday. You're being too hard on yourself. You have some really lovely qualities. You're kind and helpful. You listen to me. You try to cheer me up when I feel down. I love your filthy sense of humour. You're dedicated and focused with your work. If you want my honest opinion, your only bad traits are your immaturity about sex and your fixation with having quantity rather than quality relationships with women.”
“Oh really?” I reply in a sarcastic tone. I don't like being told I'm immature about sex, in any way at all, even though I know it's true. And fuck, she doesn't really know the half of it.
“Now don't get grumpy with me. I'm being nice. Trying to make you feel better about yourself.”
“I don't think I'll feel better for quite a while to be truthful.”
“Why?”
“I regret it all, that's why. I regret being a 'slut' which you quite rightly called me the other day. I regret it spoiling my chances with you. I regret fucking around with some very unsavoury women in unpleasant places. I regret using girls so much and most of all I regret the last five or so pointless shit filled years of my life, which I've spent doing nothing, except sinking lower and lower in my own self esteem.” Much to my horror my eyes are filling up from admitting all this out loud. I take a gulp and try to pull myself together.
“Josh, my God.” Her eyes are all glassy too. I can't stand emotional moments like this. I don't know how to behave.
“Yes.... 'my God' says it all right. Look I'd better go, it's getting late.” I need to escape. I'm suddenly feeling exhausted and miserable with all this self examination and inner criticism.
“Why don't you stay? I want you to.”
“I don't think I should.”
“Look we can sleep together without anything happening, can't we? And I want to hold you and make you feel happy again.”
“Hold me? What, like a hug?”
“Mmmm, please?” My miserable mood has instantly evaporated at the prospect of hugging her in bed. Hopefully a very long one.
“I'd love a hug. But you'd better keep some more clothes on this time though.”
“And you can keep some more of yours on as well.”
And here we are, ten minutes later, with just our jeans removed, in Eden's bed. And she is hugging me tightly with her head on my shoulder and her naked leg wrapped around mine. I stroke her hair, moved and choked up to be so close to her. She cares enough to want to be with me all night long in quite an intimate situation.
I'm beginning to feel more hopeful about us again. I can win her round, I'm sure I can. I have to, because I need her to love and want me as much as I need to breathe.
Then out of the blue, she whispers in my ear in the dark.
“Josh, kiss the hell out of me. I can't go another day without it.”
My heart instantly pounds out of my chest, soaring up high. “But Eden, what you said...?”
She turns the light on again and leans up on her elbow looking at me intensely. She bites her lip. “I lied to you.”
“But why?”
“Because I was playing hard to get. To make you want me much more. And it worked, didn't it? But I can't do it any longer. God knows why I love you so much, my mind is saying don't, but I can't help it, I just can't.”
I am completely and wondrously gobsmacked and my heart is about to burst with joy. I feel sick with happiness and wildly disorientated, shocked with love, and it's the weirdest sensation ever. I'm shaking all over uncontrollably. If a hundred angels appeared in front of me right now and started singing 'Hallelujah' I couldn't be any more shocked or surprised. I hold her hand and slip my shaky fingers between hers.
“Fuck, please don't play games like that ever again. I've been in complete agony over you. It's been hell.”
“I know. If it's any consolation I've been feeling the same way. I'm sorry.”
“Well this is a turn around in my life. Suddenly I'm deliriously happy and all wibbly wobbly inside.”
“You know, your rose made me cry.”
“Did it really?”
“Mmmm, no one has ever given me anything that lovely before, I was so touched, deep inside.”
“Would you have liked a bigger bunch?” For future reference...
“I do love big bunches of flowers, but that one was so special to me.” She kisses me on the nose and eyes and my heart swells in my chest like a big pink heart shaped balloon. “I won't share you. With anyone. You'd better get used to that because I'll fucking kill you if you so much as think of anyone else. So help me God, I will.”
“And if you even accidentally look at another guy, I'll kill you too.”
“As if I would... Now kiss the hell out of me. But no more than that tonight, okay. Let's wait for the right moment for the other stuff.”
“And you can rub my head again. I love it.”
Her mouth touches mine, and I don't really know what happened for a while after that. It was a wild blur of heat and tongues and probing hands. My clothes are still on and so are hers, so it didn't go too far. My hands are buried in her masses of hair. I think I've knotted it over and over in a thousand tangles the amount of times I've twisted it and wrapped it around my hands. And now she knows my weak spot for head rubbing. I don't think I've ever been as thoroughly head rubbed and hair tugged. I'm all groaned out. Blissfully head fucked to paradise and back. I kiss her ear again and again, breathing into it, sucking and licking it until I hear that sound I want from her, the cutest little whimper of pure pleasure that makes my heart fly away.
“You taste like pure heaven.”
“What does pure heaven taste like exactly?”
“It's indescribable. Every lovely taste there is all rolled into one.”
“Better than vintage Rose wine?”
“Much better than that.”
“I must be pretty tasty then.”
“Oh you are... And I haven't got to taste the best part of you yet.”
“And tonight you won't.”
But I must. The thought has entered my head and I need to taste her... now. If I'm fast enough...
Before she can react, I plunge my hand between her legs, dipping beneath her panties and slipping my finger deep inside her divine wet softness with a groan and a deep, deep breath. A wave of heated desire rushes through my whole body. I want and need so much more. Of her. Of this... She gasps in surprise, clutches at my wrist and squirms against me as I withdraw it. Then she watches wide eyed and fascinated as I bring it up to my mouth and slowly start to lick it. My eyes close as she hits my taste buds.
“That is so erotic.” She murmurs hazily.
“Mmmm, purest heaven.” I'm so, so in love. My eyes are rolling back in my head as my imagination goes deep south... I can't wait for the whole tongue full... I really can't... I crave the taste of her so much. I want to smell her on me, everywhere... All over my face, every part of my hands. I want to tongue worship her body, lick every beautiful square inch and spend hours between her legs. She tastes so fucking delicious.
“Let's get back to kissing, shall we, hmmm?”
“I'd rather move on to the in between your legs stage.”
“No, stop right now. It's not the right moment.”
“I don't want to stop. What's this 'right moment' supposed to mean anyway, what's wrong with now?”
“Josh, please... No. Not like this, after our sweet little love hug and kiss in my bed ... I want our first time to be wild and wonderful and more spontaneous. I've imagined so many times what it would be like if we got together and it's much hotter than this... You know... You drag me off somewhere we shouldn't be and fuck me in a mad frenzy up the wall, rippin
g my clothes off on the floor, screwing me senseless and then throwing me face down on a table and doing me again as if you're insatiable and too obsessed with me to stop. That's the kind of experience I want. Take me anytime, anywhere, anyhow. But I want to remember it forever as being amazing and animal. The wild sex of my dreams with you...”
Holy fuck... have I struck gold here or what? I've won the Miss Sex Fantasy lotto... Thank you dear God...
“Come out with me tomorrow. I get the idea.” My mind is running riot with possibilities for powerful, hot and wild sex situations.
“Shall I ask Jordan to come in?”
“Yeah, you do that... From seven till midnight. And make sure you wear a skirt and those kinky strappy shoes of yours, because they feature in a lot of my ideas.”
“Why, do you have a shoe fetish or something?” She asks me breathily, staring wide eyed and curiously.
“No, not a fetish exactly, more of a fantasy... You're naked, wearing your sexy biker girl shoes, wrapped around my waist or my neck or anywhere you like, those big black high heels digging in my ass and scraping down my legs real hard.”
“God, you're turning me on even more... I think I just had a hot flash over.”
“Mmmm, you wait until tomorrow, you'll be a little ball of flames.”
“I'm never going to go to sleep tonight.”
“Neither am I. Fancy some more naughty talk? We can get as dirty as you like.”
“Do I? My turn now... Are you ready?”
“Go for it baby... I'm all ears.”
“I'd like to cover you in thick strawberry smoothie, rub it in for ages until you're sticking to my hands, and then spend all night licking it off.” She licks up my neck in a zig zag to give me a taster... Fuck, I want to eat her...
And suddenly I love her even more, if that's possible. I have the strongest feeling Eden and I are going to get on very well in the bedroom sense.
“Honey, that sounds so good, do you have any smoothies in the fridge right now?”
“No.”
“What about yoghurt?”
“No Josh.”
“Custard?”
“NO, stop it.”
“Oh well, I have my own little strawberries and cream fantasy you know... wanna hear it...?”
- EIGHT -
Tuesday passes so slowly. Probably because I'm dying with anticipation and more than a little excitement. I go home a little early as I need to do some things before I get too distracted by what I'm going to do with Eden to think.
I give Luke a quick call.
“Hi Luke, busy?”
“Not at the moment, I'm just about to make dinner.”
“I dropped in to see Sarah. She gave me her legal notes and I've had a good read through... I've also spoken to my friend again and she's told me why she can't leave.”
“And what is that reason, do tell?”
“She thinks he may harm her family. Her dad owes him a lot of cash, he's also a dodgy money lender, and her brother works for him, drug running, in a big way.”
“What a delightful family. Why on earth do you want to get yourself mixed up with these dregs of society Josh?”
“It's something I need to do. I want to help her. She's a good person, innocent, despite her family and what you may think.”
“And tell me honestly... She wouldn't be young, beautiful and on your 'must have' list, would she?”
“She is definitely young and very beautiful, but no, I don't want anything from her.”
“Forgive me if I don't believe you. So what do you want to discuss with me anyway?”
“What can we do about getting her and her family some protection?”
“Nothing if they don't all want it... and it sounds like her brother might be a problem, if he's doing well out of this arrangement.”
“But if they all do?”
“I'll talk to my friend in the Met. He'll know.”
“What about drug arrest charges...”
“They need to be sound. He'll have to be found in possession of a large quantity, stashed on his registered premises.”
“How long a sentence would he get?”
“For the combined drug and imprisonment charge I'd say 10 years, if it's his first offence. A minimum of 6 served.”
“That's not long enough is it?”
“No, he'll be out before you know it and very keen to find you Josh. Maybe he won't wait and he'll send someone after you whilst he's in prison. Don't get involved with this. Please. I'm feeling very concerned.”
“I'm in it now Luke, sorry. Should I tell Father?”
“I'll do it. This is serious. He needs to know.”
“Thanks Luke. Speak to you tomorrow. Bye.”
I click off and have a think. Yes, it is serious. And I need to tell Eden. But definitely not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
I hop in the shower buzzing with sexual energy and excitement and then get ready. I'm taking her out to a rather lovely restaurant I know not far away. I'm pulling out all the stops tonight. If Eden wants a wild time, she's getting a very special one on the Courtauld estate. I have the most perfect idea which I hope she'll love... and I can offer her a table experience she'll never forget... the huge mahogany one next door. Oh yes indeed... I've got her 'up the wall' and 'on the floor' scenarios covered, as well as a few juicy others around the house and garage... And the four poster guest bedroom is just the place to finish up in... On second thoughts, maybe the hot tub might be even better...
It's just after half past six and I am about to pick up my car keys and leave when I hear a knock at the door. I never get callers, not even dedicated Mormon missionaries come out here... I start to open the door wondering who the hell it could be, and before I know what's happening, it's thrust open hard, sending me flying backwards with a force. I'm faced with a very tough looking hairless brute with a deep scar on his eyebrow. I can guess who this is without any introduction. Carter, the minder. He pushes me back roughly as another person enters my stable uninvited. Well hello Andrew, so nice of you to drop in. I wonder for a brief moment how the hell he found me, but I suppose for someone of his means it must be a piece of cake.
He's not your typical villain. This guy is something else. He takes bad ass to a whole different league. He is dark and seriously good looking. Short slicked back hair. A single diamond earring. Immaculate and expensive state of dress. A 'don't fuck with me' expression plastered across his face. He's the devil incarnate. Mr Seduction of the corrupt underworld. I can see why Keira found him attractive, most women would. He's well built, moody, dangerous and obviously filthy rich. He looks me over with a dismissive gaze.
“I think you might have overstepped the boundaries of a personal trainer Mr Courtauld.”
“I haven't overstepped anything Mr Knight.”
“The fuck you have. Keep out of my private life - leave my fiancée alone, she belongs to me.”
Fiancée...? Well this is news to me... A minor point Keira may have forgotten to mention perhaps?
“I have no interest in her in that way. Or your private life for that matter.”
“No interest? Don't insult my intelligence. How could you not be interested in Keira? I know about the private phone... Been having some intimate conversations together have you? Trying to persuade her to leave perhaps? I'd say you were interested all right, you piece of shit.” He looks around my modest stable and smiles smugly to himself. “From what I can see, I don't think you have the means to keep her in the style she's accustomed to Joshua... She's a woman with very expensive tastes... Do you honestly think you can compete with me and all I can offer her?” I'm suddenly very worried what he threatened Keira with to get her to spill the beans, God, I hope he hasn't hurt her...
“Perhaps you didn't understand me Andrew, let me put it another way... I don't fucking want your bitch.” I suddenly receive a hard punch in the gut which makes me bend over, sick with pain. I drop to my knees on the floor breathing heavily.
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�Show some respect.” Carter barks in my ear.
“Oh go fuck yourselves, you low-life pair of dickheads...” I don't know what compelling force is making me say these provocational things... anger, pride, fucking insanity?? I know I could die at Carter's hands. Here and now. I need to shut up, get some self preservation going on. He painfully drags me up to my feet by my hair. “Shit, get off me you ugly mindless ape....” I can't help it... I must have a death wish.
“Last chance saloon kid...” He snarls.
I try to stand up as straight as I can and turn to face Andrew. “Let Keira go. She doesn't love you or want you. You're keeping her prisoner for godsakes! Go and find someone else who wants to fuck you. Whatever you may think, she doesn't.” He suddenly laughs. A deep throated scary kind of laugh that makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck. His eyes blaze with anger and he narrows them in on me with a demonic expression. Fuck, he really is the devil himself... I suddenly understand why Keira is scared of him. He is menacing, threatening, more than a touch evil. I'm expecting him to sprout horns and spear me with a flaming pitchfork any second.
“How amusing you are. And so very wrong about all of that. I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you, but I'll tell you this, she is very keen in that way. And for your information I don't keep her prisoner, she goes out to see her friends, shopping, dinner and other things with me... I am merely protecting her, from dirty scum like you who want to get their hands on her.” He pauses and smiles to himself broadly exposing his exceptionally white and perfect teeth. “And here's some news for you... We've just found out she's pregnant, only yesterday. Maybe that'll change your mind about her, hmmm? You'd better think on that. It puts a different spin on things, doesn't it? Now listen carefully... Don't ever contact her or come anywhere near Buxlow again. You're dead if you do...” He moves towards me and spits two final words out, close up into my face. “Understand... fucker?” So he's got her pregnant somehow has he... to tie her down even more and make her stay put. The bastard. More emotional blackmail to double lock her prison door...
“I understand all right, now get the fuck out of my house.”