by Amanda Rose
“Don't even say it. I get it, how could you see that and not think what you did? It's okay, Tamara. Just come back with us,” he says, reaching out and pulling me towards him. I lean up and kiss him, quickly pulling away.
“I want to, but I can't,” I say softly, casting my eyes downward.
“What?” Blake snaps.
“Why can't you?” Spencer asks, reaching for one of my hands. I clear my throat and look up at them all.
“I took the job offer my mother secured for me, at her brother-in-law's company. I start in two weeks,” I explain.
“You don't even want that job,” Blake huffs.
“That's not the point, I've said I will take it, I can't just back out now. I won't ever hear the end of it,” I reply. I cast a glance over at the building, the man who waved me over is standing leaning against it, watching the four of us curiously. Damn, what a sight we must make to see.
“You can't do a job that won't make you happy, what about your writing?” Spencer says.
“I guess I'll just have less time to write,” I say, already knowing in my gut that that will be the worst part of this job. Less time doing what I love.
“You can't do that to yourself. Nope. No way,” Blake says, then he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I screech from shock.
“Oh my god, Blake! Put. Me. Down!” I cry as he walks over to his car, not seeming the slightest bit slowed down by carrying my weight, not even with me wriggling. Noah and Spencer are no help to me, Spencer just laughs, while Noah grabs my suitcase and laptop bag, then carries them over to the car. Putting them both in the boot as Blake throws me onto the back seat. Before he can follow me into the back, Noah slips in first, claiming the seat next to me.
“You don't want to go, so you're not going. Unless you can tell us that you really, truly want to leave, you're staying,” Noah says firmly. I look helplessly between the three of them, as Spencer slides into the driver’s seat, and Blake into the front passenger.
“I don't want to go, but I have to, my mum will—”
“You can't live your life trying to make someone else happy, it'll only tire you out. What would make you happy? Honestly, think about it for a second, Tamara,” Noah says. Slowly, I run my eyes over all of them. I want them, all three of them. I want to stay here and write, I've never had the words type so easily onto my laptop than when I have been on this island. The peace, the beauty of it. It's the perfect place.
“I want to stay,” I whisper softly, but they all hear it. Spencer starts the car, and Noah pulls me across the back seats to him, claiming my lips with his own as he tugs me onto his lap.
“That's all we wanted to hear,” he says quietly. I turn forward and catch Blake's eyes. He smiles brightly at me.
“Time for all of us to go home.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“So, how did it go?” Noah asks me as I walk into the living room. He’s sitting stretched out on the sofa, his legs lying across the length of it.
“How do you think it went?” I ask, my expression deadpan.
“That well, huh? Come here,” he says, reaching his arms out. I fall into them, and lie across him on the sofa.
“Remind me to avoid all calls from my mother for at least six months,” I say with a chuckle.
“Did you call your friend, too?” he asks.
“Shit, no I forgot. Two seconds,” I say, sitting up. I pull my phone out from my back pocket and hit call on Whitney’s contact. Two rings chime out before she answers.
“Whitney’s morgue, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. How may I direct your call?” she says as she answers.
“You know that’s not ever been funny, not once,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“Fine, what about this one: You’ve reached the fire department, I may be flaming hot, but if you light ‘em, I’ll fight ‘em!” she says, her voice extra sultry.
“Please stop,” I beg.
“But, I’ve got so many good ones!” she whines.
“I think we have very different definitions of good, but moving on swiftly, I’m not coming home just yet after all,” I reply.
“You’re not? What happened?” she asks.
“I decided to stay, it turns out I got the whole picture situation wrong. I’ll text you later and explain properly, but long story short is that I’m an idiot who shouldn’t jump to conclusions,” I answer.
“So, hottie isn’t a cheating son of a bitch?” she asks casually.
“No, he isn’t. Luckily for me,” I reply, turning to smile at Noah.
“So, you’re gonna sex him up, too, right?” she asks.
“You’re so crude,” I answer.
“That’s not a denial,” she teases.
“It’s definitely not a denial. I’ll talk to you later,” I reply.
“Eeeek! Get it, girl!” she cheers, hanging up before I can respond. I roll my eyes. Typical Whitney.
“All done making your calls?” Noah asks, tugging me back towards him.
“Yup, I am all yours now for the evening,” I tease, dropping my phone onto the coffee table as I straddle his lap. I brush my lips up against his, trailing soft kisses across his jaw before pulling away and standing up.
“Where are you going?” he asks, sitting up. I push him back down and then step back, slowly stripping off my t-shirt, and shimmying out of my jeans. I climb back onto his lap, now dressed only in my bra and knickers.
“Just getting a little more comfortable,” I say softly in his ear.
“Feel free to get as comfortable as you’d like,” he replies, running his hands across every inch of my bare skin. I can feel him already hard underneath me, I grind my body against his, loving the rough texture of his jeans that I can feel through the thin, lacy fabric of my knickers. His hands land firmly against my rear, then he pulls me harder against him as I grind my body to his. One of his hands slides up my back till it reaches my bra, he expertly releases the clasp with one hand, and then peels the straps down each shoulder. He takes his time doing it, not rushing in the slightest.
He pulls the bra completely away from my body, freeing my breasts to him as he throws the bra across the room. He slides a hand over one of them, squeezing and then tweaking the nipple between his fingers. He dips his head forward, taking the other in his mouth, sucking and then teasing with his teeth. I lean my head back just enjoying the sensations for a moment, running my hands through his hair.
He switches, teasing my other nipple with his mouth while he slides his hands back down to my ass as he slowly tugs my knickers off. I lift my body up from his to make it easier for him to tug them down, then I wriggle my feet, pushing them the last little bit off me, so they land on the floor below. I look down at him, still completely dressed beneath me as I sit completely naked on top of him. A part of me feels kind of vulnerable, being so exposed to him, but mostly it’s just arousing. I move my body against his hardness through his jeans, feeling myself getting his jeans a little damp from my arousal. Time to even the playing field a little. I tug his shirt off, running my hands across his toned muscles, remembering how he looked the first time I saw him open the door. Shirtless, his muscles glistening with a light sweat. He reaches down and begins to rub me, his fingers sliding down to my wetness before moving back up and circling my clit. I can barely stay upright from the sensation, I lean my forehead against his. But, he's not satisfied with this, and tilts his head forward claiming my lips with his mouth, pulling my bottom lip with his teeth and sucking on it before diving back in with his tongue. It's all becoming too much, and I buck my hips, grinding myself against his hand. I reach down and unbutton his jeans, freeing his cock, but he stops me. He twists us around on the sofa, pushing me onto my back lying across it. He kisses up the inside of my thigh, and my fingers seem to tangle in his hair of their own accord as I feel his hot breath between my parted legs.
I shiver as I feel his tongue snake across my opening. He moves up, swirling his tongue around with precision as I feel hi
m slide a finger inside of me. I buck my hips up, trying to feel him harder against me, needing it rougher. He pulls his head and hand away as he kisses up my body, until he's lined up against me. His lips claim mine, and I can taste myself on them as he slides inside me. At first, he moves slowly, like how you'd dip you toe into a pool of water to test the temperature.
As impatient as I am, I push back up against him, and slink my hands around his waist tugging him roughly against me. He quickly catches on. He grabs my hands and pins them up above my head with one of his. He grips my hip harshly as he thrusts into me harder than before. I try to move my hands down, but he tightens his grip, keeping me firmly in place. My eyes flash to his, seeing the lust reflected in his copper-tinged eyes as our lips meet again in clash of teeth and tongues.
He moves his hand from my hip, trails it across my abdomen, before dipping it down to tease me as he continues to push in me. Letting out short, gasping breaths as he continues to fuck me, I feel myself tipping over the edge. I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues his movements. I cry out, feeling the rush roll through me, as I squeeze my legs around him. He lets out a rough groan of pleasure as he reaches his own peak, before collapsing down against me.
We lie there in a tangle of limbs, kissing and touching still, not ready for it to be over just yet. He flips us over, so I am lying on top of him. I kiss him gently as he runs his hands over my back.
“I should probably grab a shower,” I say softly.
“Mind if I join?” he replies, nipping my ear gently.
“That’s the idea,” I reply mischievously, standing up and tugging him off the sofa and up the stairs after me.
EPILOGUE
1 year later...
“Is that your mum calling?” Noah asks, gesturing to my phone. I look at the screen and pull a sour face—all the answer he needs. Blake reaches across the oak coffee table for the phone.
“Tamara's phone, Blake speaking,” he answers. There's a pause on our end. “No, Tamara is in the shower at the moment and can't talk right now. Yes, I will pass on your message.” Another pause. “Happy Christmas, to you, too, Mrs. James,” he says, rolling his eyes as he ends the call. I lean over the coffee table and press my lips to his, giving him a soft kiss.
“You know I love you, right?” I say, beaming at him.
“Yes, you love me whenever I answer calls from your mother for you, or give you a back-rub, or do that thing you like with the—”
“Blake!” I snap, looking pointedly between him and Whitney, who is sitting in the large brown chair on the other side of the living room. “We have a guest,” I add, just to clarify my look.
“Hey, don't mind me. Do go on, Blake, I'm sure it was just about to get interesting,” Whitney says teasingly, a glint in her eyes as she smirks at me.
“Don't do it, Blake. You'll get demoted to the guest room,” Spencer warns him as he tugs me back into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist as I snuggle back into his chest. “Actually, maybe you should. I'd get Tamara all to myself for a few nights,” he adds, winking at him.
“I think you'll find it's my night with Tamara,” Noah says, pushing the plate of cookies across the table. I reach down and grab one, then lean back against Spencer again. He leans down and takes a bite from my cookie. I give him evil eyes for a second and then just give up, handing over that cookie and reaching for another.
“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Spencer replies around a mouthful, rolling his eyes. They all know the schedule well. It makes sure we all have enough time for each other and ourselves.
I look around the living room. Blake sitting on the floor across the low-rise table from me, with Lola lying across his lap. Noah is to my right on the other end of the sofa, sitting back with his feet up on the table. I turn and look at Spencer behind me. I even look across at Whitney making herself at home in the huge chair by the fire. I catch a glimpse out the window behind her, watching the snow fall. The snowflakes and drops hitting softly against the window.
I let out a contented sigh. Surrounded by my three boyfriends, my best friend, and even the snoring dog, I've never been happier to be stuck on the tiny island that I now call home.
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What do you say when your mother calls from her holiday abroad to say she married a millionaire she just met?
Elsie just decides to put it on her long, mental list of irresponsible things her mother has done and carry on with her normal life.
Only that doesn’t last long when Elsie’s mother demands for her to come and stay for the Christmas break with the new family. Elsie knows she doesn't have any other choice but to go and get meeting the new family out of the way. Except her mother didn't mention her three new stepbrothers, or the fact that they all look like hot models in expensive suits with killer smiles. Christmas break was meant to be snow, fun and presents. Instead, Elsie finds herself spending every day avoiding her attraction to not one, but three of her stepbrothers.
"Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity."
-Novala Takemoto
CHAPTER ONE
Elise
“No, Jesus Christ tell me you’re kidding?” I ask my mum as she rambles on about the hot millionaire she just married. It shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.
“We had this amazing night, it was so special,” she says, which is code for ‘I fucked this random guy I met, and he happened to be rich’. I lie back on my bed, looking up at the badly painted ceiling and wishing she wouldn’t be this much of a mess up. I don’t get why she married him, it’s not like she doesn’t have her own money from her ex-boyfriends and modelling jobs.
“Anyway, we will be going to his house for Christmas next week, and I want you to come,” she says, and the only thought I have is that’s not how I wanted to spend Christmas this year. Unfortunately, I did say I would spend it with her, but I wonder if I can get out of it.
“No,” I reply, as I try to think of a reason quickly, and she laughs, her voice high-pitched and annoying as hell as it’s not her real laugh.
“Don’t be silly, Elsie. I will email you the address, and John has already said he is going to get someone to get you from the airport,” she says, thinking I’m joking when, truthfully, I can’t think of anything worse than spending two weeks with her and my new fucking stepdad.
“Mum, I’m being serious–” I get out before she interrupts.
“Wait for me, John, I’m just saying goodbye to Elsie.”
“I can’t come, mum, I have university work to do,” I try to tell her.
But I know she didn’t listen to a word when she speaks next, “I have to go, but I will see you soon, and I’ll email you the plane tickets and details now. I miss you, my little Elsie bear,” she says and then puts the phone down before I can even reply to her.
“What did she want?” Kay, my university roommate, asks as I sit up and look over at her. Kay is a strange one, with her long, blonde hair in dreadlocks and a serious expression. She’s covered in tattoos and piercings. I wouldn’t say we were friends, more just two people who happen to share a room and try not to kill each other. I can’t say I haven’t thought about strangling her a few times over the last two years when she was being a bitch or copying my university course work. I have no clue why she wants to be a teacher, like I do, when she doesn’t have a nice bone in her body.
“Nothing. Just the usual shit,” I say, and she nods, going back to whatever, she’s doing on her laptop. I get up and walk out of our room, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it as I scroll through my phone contacts. I need someone to talk to. I stop at my ex’s name, wanting to call him and knowing I can’t. We broke up a month ago, and it’s still strange not to talk to him every day. We were friends
for five years before we made the stupid decision to date, and it ruined what we had. I know we are better apart, considering he told me he didn’t love me anymore and then dumped me. The sad part was that I lost him completely as a friend, too, when I heard about him and one of my friends sleeping together a week later. Well, I have two ex-friends now. Seven months of dating, five years of friendship, and he has so little respect for me that he sleeps with one of my close friends a week later. That just about sums up my love life, it’s shit. I still hover my finger over his name and don’t have a clue why.
“Elsie,” I hear my name being called and look up to see my friend, Dane, walking over. Dane is the perfect guy, with soft-brown hair, a cute, baby face, and an amazing body. There’s only one issue, he doesn’t swing my way and is madly in love with his long-term boyfriend. They are cute together. Dane met him last year, and they haven’t been apart since.
“Just who I needed to see,” I smile, and he chuckles, pulling me into a hug and looking down at my phone in my hand.
“If you were even thinking of calling that asshole, then something must have upset you. Was Kay being a bitch?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at me and taking my phone off me. Dane is like the brother I never had and is super protective of me.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter if she was. I’m deleting this asshole’s number, and if you want a guy, we will find you one. You’re a knock out and don’t need shit like this,” he says deleting the contact and handing me back my phone, as I smile a little. I know he’s right.
“No. My mother got married, in Greece, to a millionaire,” I tell him, and he steps back, with wide eyes. I don’t think he was expecting me to say that.
“Fucking hell. That’s got be on top of the list of irresponsible things she has done. I thought the time she got arrested for having a three way on a beach was bad, and the fact that you had to go to Spain to bail her out,” he says, reminding me of what she did just last year. I’m always bailing her out of stuff like this, but that was one of the worst ones. One I never seem to be able to burn out of my mind, was when she called me to pick her up from a garage in the middle of nowhere. I drove for an hour, and she was naked when I got there. She just got in the car, completely naked and asked me to never speak of it again. My mum is completely bonkers. I can’t ever remember her not being like that. My dad used to have me on the weekends, and that left my mum time to go wild when I was little.