“Let’s not go tonight, let’s stay in”, she leaned up, her eyes meeting his. He smiled down at her, his eyes melting her as he spoke.
“Whatever you want is fine by me, I’m only here for you. The next holiday we go on, it’s just you and me okay.” He leaned in his lips meeting hers.
“Okay, if you want” came her reply with a smile trying to sound blasé even though her heart jumped with the excitement of his words.
She loved her time with Jackson; he made her feel like the only woman in the world. Considering it was ‘Jackson Harvey the man whore’ that was something
They all walked back to the car, Lucy and Rebecca talked while they walked ahead of their men.
“Luce, do you mind if we give it a miss tonight? I, I mean we could do with a quiet night if you know what I mean”.
Lucy looked at Rebecca, really what she wanted to say was No it’s the last night, and it’s a big night, it was supposed to be THE night. Lucy looked back at Christopher and Jackson, who were chatting away together walking behind the two girls, both men very relaxed with each other’s company. And Rebecca had never looked so happy. She swallowed her pride, trying not to sound disappointed.
“Nah go for it, I suppose you want to get your scream on seeing we’ve been holed up in cabins where walls can be very thin” she joked. “And I have to say, you two look really happy. And I mean really happy, you’re like two loved up loonies. What’s the score between you two?”
Rebecca looked back at Jackson, he caught her looking, he playfully winked at her, Rebecca felt her heart skip and her stomach flutter.
“Yeah, he’s cool, I like him”. As Lucy pulled a ‘Oh Yeah really’ face’.
As Lucy got into the car she leaned into the already seated Rebecca,
“You’re a loved up loony Bec’s anyone can see that” she laughed as the two chaps got in and sat next to each. The driver then set off for their villa up on the hills.
Once inside the villa, Rebecca stripped off and made her was to the wet room, she stood under the huge shower head. The water cascaded over her tanned body, Jackson joined her. He took her in his arms, his lips meeting hers, their tongues dancing.
She could feel him go hard, her hand reaching for him, stroking it with the full length of her palm. She gripped it firmly, moving her hand with purpose. Jackson’s hands moved to the wall, pushing her back gently against it with his firm tanned body.
“I love you Rebecca Keane” he whispered to her holding her gaze.
She felt her heart pound as he uttered those words, why had she been so afraid to hear them again.
Jackson lifted her up, his strong arms holding her she could feel him at her opening. Her heart pounded as she lowered herself down on to his length, moving up and down on him meeting his thrusting cock.
They moved as one, bodies grinding against each other. They’re tongues now in the throes of passion as they flicked and glided in unison.
*
Jackson could feel himself build; he took her face in his hands again;
“I love you Rebecca and I will never stop telling you that.”
He looked deep into her eyes; he saw the softening in her eyes
“I know” she kissed him firmly with such passion,
Jackson slid his length into her again and again driving it deeper with each thrust. Their eyes were locked; pounding her, driving himself deeper. She met his thrusts with groans of ecstasy, their pace quickening, moving as one. He still held her face, holding his gaze, as he plunged to her moans.
“I do too Jackson I love you too”.
And with that he could hold it no longer as he erupted spilling his load into her as she cried out his name.
Chapter 31
“Come away with me”
They arrived back into London on the Saturday afternoon. Chris’s driver dropped them off at Rebecca’s apartment. They were no sooner in the door when their clothes were off again.
Rebecca stood there in her bra and thongs, her legs wrapped around his jean clad waist as he walked them to the bedroom. Their lips locked in passionate kisses, she felt safe in his strong tanned arms, as they encircled her tiny waist.
Jackson had seated them on her bed, his lips still on hers, Rebecca’s hands undoing the button to his jeans. In one swift move Jackson had moved his hands from her shoulders, allowing her straps to fall as he single handed popped the clasps of her bra, releasing her tanned breasts. His tongue ran over each slowly teasing her nipples, causing them to pop with erectness into his mouth.
Rebecca edged off him till she was standing at the end of the bed as he pulled her panties down, allowing them to slide to the floor as she watched him wiggle out of his jeans from his still seated position.
Jackson now lay on his elbows, his hard length awaiting her. She stepped towards him, as he grabbed her pulling her down on the bed beside him. He moved over her, kissing her deeply as he positioned himself in between her legs. He slid into her, with slow powerful thrusts. Jackson looked at Rebecca, his smoldering eyes bore into her like his every thrust. Jackson slowed as he spoke;
“I’m going to love you forever Rebecca Keane. And I’m never going to stop loving you. I never have and I never will meet another woman, who does what you do to me”. It was all or nothing as he looked intently down into her blue eyes
“I know what I want for the rest of my life. I want you…I want you Rebecca. Marry me….. Marry me Rebecca. Do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Rebecca Harvey?”
Jackson brushed her cheek as he held her face as he moved to a gradual stop. Rebecca looked at him, her heart was thumping. She couldn’t tell if it was the excitement of the great sex or because of what he’d actually just asked her.
“Are you serious Jackson?” Rebecca looked at him her heart thumping.
“Yes I’m deadly serious Rebecca, Marry me. I want you to be my wife; I’ve been searching my whole life for you”. He reached down to his jeans pocket.
“I have this for you”, and he pulled out a small navy velvet box.
“I wanted to do this on your birthday, but you didn’t make that very easy” he smiled at her.
“All I know, is I’m 34, and since meeting you, I’ve never wanted anyone or anything else. All I know Rebecca is, that I love you”.
He opened the box, and there was a beautiful ring encased in the navy velvet box.
“It was my grandmothers, my mother never thought I would be asking for this” he laughed to himself as he starred at the antique ring.
“And I’m under strict instructions to bring you to Sunday lunch next week”. He was now lying next to her on his side.
“So Rebecca Keane, will you be marrying me”
Jackson lay there, having taken the ring out of its box ready for her finger.
“I know I should be doing this on one knee, and I will if that’s what you want?” he looked at her. His handsome face looking longingly at her.
“Of course I will Jackson”
Rebecca exclaimed as he scrambled excitedly to put the ring on her finger. She looked at the beautiful ring now on her delicate finger it was a perfect fit. It was like it had been made just for her. Jackson beamed with pride
“You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world” His lips on hers again as they melted into each other.
They spent the rest of the night making love. They were in their own little bubble of happiness.
Sunday morning arrived; Rebecca awoke in Jackson’s arms, a big smile on her face as she glanced down at the sparkly ring on her finger. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at it. Moving her hand as the ring twinkled in the sunlight the shone thru her window.
She looked up at the sleeping Hunk beside her, her stomach fluttered at the sight of him. Yes it was soon, but she knew it felt right, she knew she loved him more than she had ever loved David. Lying in this man’s arms felt right. He had awoken a passion in her that she never knew existed.
She couldn’t wait to tell Lucy as sh
e still gazed at her ring. She knew she would be happy for her. Lucy liked Hunky Harvey and even said she was ‘El president of the Hunky Harvey fan club’.
And with that Rebecca slid out of the bed, silently as not to wake her handsome man. She walked into the open plan living area, grabbing Jackson’s shirt, and pulled it on over her head.
She grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, on the way back picking up her bag and got her phone. She slumped down onto the leather couch and dialed. She had only managed to get the words engaged out when she pulled the phone from her ear as Lucy’s squeals of delight nearly burst her ears.
“So what do you think? Is it too soon?” she asked a giggle in her voice to the still squealing voice at the other end of the phone.
“Oh Bec’s I’m SO fucking happy for you. So you’re going to be Mrs. Jackson Harvey, Mrs. Rebecca Harvey. Oh my god, I can hear hearts breaking all over the world. So when are you going to take the plunge, Oh my god Rebecca, you’re getting married”. She continued with the squealing.
Rebecca sat there bursting, feeding off the excitement her friend had induced.
“Well he only asked me last night, God I can’t believe it Luce I’m so happy”.
She looked up, there was Jackson, standing in the hallway, boxers on, leaning against the wall. He was looking at her a huge smile on his face watching her reactions to Lucy’s and her conversation.
He too had heard Lucy’s squeals of joy.
He walked over sitting next to her on the couch, as her ringed hand slid across his chest and she pulled him into her. He lay there in between her legs against her chest, as she stroked his bare chest with her free hand. Lucy was still fizzing with the excitement. Rebecca said she would speak to her later, but she wanted her to be the first to know her exciting news, after all Lucy was ‘Her Person’.
They made love all day, and discussed wedding plans. The holiday had finished perfectly.
Chapter 32
‘Someone Saved My Life Tonight’
When Monday morning came Rebecca walked the short distance to her office having left Jackson in her bed. There was certainly more spring in her step than normal as she wove thru the maze of corridors to her office.
She sat at her desk, taking another look at the sparkling ring on her finger. As she did Mr. Nichol’s knocked on her open door. Mr. Nichol’s had a smile on his face when he saw a tanned and beaming Rebecca. He walked into her office.
In his hand there was a document folder which he put on the desk in front of her. She opened the file and started to read as he spoke.
“So while you were away, our various departments have been rather busy. We had a breakthrough as you can see. It wasn’t an easy task I can tell you, but as you know we have the best of the best here. We left no stone unturned. I have to say it was an ingenious set up even if I say so myself, I commend them on how long it took for us to track them down, but we done it. We always do”.
He was looking rather smug with himself.
“We had our best team on this, and they gave them a song and dance. There were lots of smoke and mirrors I can tell you. But we got them in the end, we always do“.
He was pacing her office, distracting her from reading the document. She wanted to tell him stop, you’ll wear out the carpet. But her eyes were transfixed on the name of the company.
“Yes well. We followed them thru Singapore, Geneva, The Bahamas and back thru to Zurich, then the Channel Isles and on and on, but they were no match to our intelligence department. And as you can see we found their point of origin. They have a London Office; well it’s not in that company name, but look at the name of the company that they are trading from over here?”
She looked down at the company name; she looked back up at Mr. Nichol’s. This is where everything is traced back to?”
She sat staring at the document in her hands. She looked up at Mr. Nichol’s as she rose from her chair.
“SO what happens now? What’s the process? She looked at Mr. Nichol’s for answers perplexed.
“Well we found this all out only late last week, and as you know we strike while the iron is hot, as case file was sent to the appropriate various departments of ‘our majesties’ many, many governing services. They are dealing with it now; this company won’t know what’s hit them. Well they will this week when they start receiving visits from departments, he tapped the side of his nose with one finger.
” I would say job well done to us”. He smiled to himself; he always liked catching the bad guys.
Justice to him was done.
“And it’s all because of you Rebecca. Well done, Job well done girl. Upstairs are very happy. I’m happy, you should be happy”. He smiled again at her
“Right, I’m off to another meeting, Oh there is a briefing tomorrow at 9am. Another case, but you’ll be told all that tomorrow with Duncan Peter’s, you’ll be working with him on that case. You both have the skills needed for the next assignment. Anyway, good to have you back” he smiled and was gone out of the office leaving Rebecca reading the report again.
Throughout the day she glanced at her ring and her watch. She couldn’t wait to get back to Jackson, they day seemed to drag. She busied herself, at 4pm she tidied up her desk ready for the morning and left for home. She was glad to see Jackson waiting for her when she arrived home.
*
Jackson had taken the day off work. Once he went back he knew his holiday was over, and he didn’t want it to be over yet. He was going to savor every moment. And it wasn’t every day the love of your life said yes to marrying you.
She had explained and he knew only too well how Rebecca’s plans changed on a Monday. At least being there he knew he could spend as much time possible with her, especially if she would be leaving early in the morning due to travelling for work which was a strong possibility.
Jackson had been out at the local supermarket and done some well needed shopping. As per usual Rebecca had nothing but bottles of water in her fridge.
They had food delivered last night; it hadn’t been an issue as they were in their love bubble. Tonight he was going to cook for her. He laughed to himself, Rebecca Keane, the woman that had conquered his heart. A woman, who in a few short months had changed him, his ‘Minx’
It was all Rebecca, she had turned him into the man he was now. Before her, only work mattered, it was always his focus, that’s why he was the top of his game. He didn’t do relationships, if he had an itch, he would scratch it. He had been with many, many woman, all creeds and colours. But none like his Rebecca.
Jackson stepped to the fridge dancing on air, and pulled the bottle of Bollinger from it, placing it in the ice bucket. He shimmed the neck between his palms, as the bottle moved deep into the ice, half submerging it.
He took out the champagne flutes, giving them a quick shine with a paper towel, and placed them next to the ice bucket.
He had prepared the runner beans ready to go, the new baby potatoes were part boiled and diced into cubes ready to be sautéed in the freshly chopped rosemary and garlic olive oil marinade in the oven dish, that too ready to go.
The fillet steaks were still in the fridge. Yep, he was ready for his baby to come home. He laughed to himself at what he had just said to himself.
There was the man whore, waiting for his lover to come home, what a complete role reversal. Jackson shook his head, still smiling to himself. He swigged on the bottle of beer, placing it back by his workstation, where he was chopping carrots into batons.
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