Rutledge (Mayfair Model Series Book 3)

by Claire Castle

  I let her pour me another drink, then she lifted her glass as a toast to me, so I lifted mine as well. After she said goodnight, I slept soundly.

  The next morning, with no hangover, thank goodness, I felt refreshed and ready for another day of shooting in the sun.

  I went for a jog on the beach and then showered and got dressed. After I shook hands with the photographer, I looked around and realized they must have hired professionals to create some sandcastles, which looked incredible. The painstaking attention to detail made it hard to believe they were actually even made of sand. “These are absolutely gorgeous.”

  “Keltie and Diego here, are the master sand sculptors.” I shook hands with the two artists and then was whisked away for a fitting.

  The day flew by, and after the shoot was finished, I gulped down almost a gallon of water. I also took some photos of the sculptures. It seemed sad that they would disappear once the tide came in.

  14

  OLLIE

  It was two a.m., and I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I crept into Juliette’s room and whispered her name, but it wasn’t really a whisper considering it was pretty loud.

  “Jules! Are you awake?” Nothing. Dammit. So I said it louder, almost growling, even surprising myself.

  “She’s sleeping and doesn’t want to be disturbed.” There was movement as she rustled the covers and turned over.

  “Fine, I’ll figure out my problem on my own.” I sighed dramatically and went back to my room. Collapsing on the bed, I couldn’t believe what had happened. It was her fault. She’d got in my head. So what if I found Rutledge attractive. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was a little shorter than me and had this brooding way about him. Not brooding like Marshall, but more like a gentle kitten. Maybe attempted brooding? Was that a thing? And so what if he had strong shoulders and eyes that I wanted to get lost in.

  He was quiet, but I could tell he really listened, taking everything in and assessing the situation. I imagined he didn’t miss much. There was nothing wrong with that. That, I could understand. I loved to be outgoing and chat with people, but some quietness with Rutledge sounded appealing too.

  I let out another loud sigh. “It’s your fault,” I yelled through the flat.

  “Can you stop?” she mumbled.

  “Do I ever?” Then I stopped. “I mean, please just ten minutes.” I wasn’t beyond begging at this point.

  I heard her plod through to my room, and I turned the light on as she half-climbed onto the bed. “You are going to pay for this.”

  “Your hair looks nice.” I tried to keep the peace and a straight face as I said it. Her hair looked like she’d been pulled through a hedge backwards. I’m sure she knew this.

  “Yeah, sure. Get on with it.” A snort erupted from her.

  “So ladylike. Anyway, when I was out tonight, there was no one. I’m not out fucking some hot guy, am I?”

  “Oh,” she gasped, then shut her mouth quickly. Then a smirk emerged. “Well, and what do you think is the cause of this?”

  “You got in my head. All that talk of feelings and looks and being smitten.” I sighed. “As I scanned the club, no one appealed to me … No one.” I sat up and shook her arms. “Should I go out again? Maybe this is just a blip.” Then I said almost to myself. “But I haven’t had a blip since … ever. I need help.”

  “Maybe, I don’t know. Wait, why are you blushing? You never do.”

  I gasped. “What? Your imagination.” I didn’t mention that I’d checked my phone probably a hundred times just in case Rutledge wanted to arrange another meet up.

  She crossed her legs and pushed her hands through her hair.

  “Okay, it’s not all your fault. Some of it is mine.”

  “Really?” She feigned an over-exaggerated surprise. “You don’t say.”

  “I fucked him. Okay? Do not say anything. But I, ah, really, really want to do it again. We’re going to.”

  “You did. He did. Wow, you move quick, don’t you?” Her hands were over her mouth as she gasped. “This is, interesting.” She was grinning ear to ear, and it was the most salacious one I’d seen.

  “What does that mean? Do tell. That grin of yours.”

  She jumped up, seemingly much more awake, and leaned over to hug me tightly. She murmured in my ear. “You deserve something good.” Then she traipsed through to her own room.

  I lay in bed for a long time, trying to make sense of Juliette’s reaction. When I couldn’t figure it out, I must have eventually fallen asleep.

  I left for the dance academy before Juliette was even awake. I still hadn’t fully figured out our conversation after I woke her up during the night. I took a sip of my morning smoothie and then continued stretching. I pointed my toes while I stretched my calf muscles. Then I stood up at the barre. The floor to ceiling mirrors seemed to taunt me now, whereas usually they were a wonderful addition. My leg was stretched up and I leaned my head down.

  Juliette arrived and promptly went to the other side of the room. I waved through the mirror and she made some strange hand actions that I assumed was an attempt to tell me her lack of sleep was my fault, but she was smiling so I knew it was a joke.

  Then Mrs. Kersey entered, and I needed to focus on the group dance. I had an important role and would need to lift a girl over my head and spin around. I let the music take over and my body moved as one with the beat. After hours of practice, I decided to go home. I checked my phone and there was nothing yet. Should I contact Rutledge? I couldn’t decide.

  Me: Hey, it’s Ollie. Do you want to meet again? Tonight works.

  There, that sounded casual, didn’t it? I stared at the phone far too long, waiting for a reply. This was stupid. My stomach was in knots so I got up to have a shower. Did I find him attractive? Yes, very much so. But he wasn’t the type to fuck and forget the next day. I let out a sigh, then got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hair and one around my waist. Making sure not to rush, I slowly walked over to grab my phone. It wasn’t a big deal. So what … I asked him. We’d agreed to meet again anyway. I wouldn’t focus on the fact that I wanted to brush my thumb over his lips to feel if they were as soft as they looked or that I wanted his big, strong arms wrapped around me.

  Fine, so I ran down the hall instead, letting my second towel drop, and screamed. Okay, deep breaths. I’d go out tonight and find a man. I could do that if he didn’t reply. We hadn’t even discussed being exclusive. He was the one who just wanted to have sex before all the American hotties lined up at his door. “Ugh.” I stomped over to the kitchen, wearing only a towel on my hair.

  “What, what is it?” Juliette ran out of her room. Fully clothed. Then she screamed too. “Oh, my god. Put that thing away. It’s something I never need to see.”

  I crossed my arms in a huff. “It’s not for your enjoyment.” Then I stomped back into my room. I closed the door and held my breath and looked at the phone to see if there was a reply.

  Rutledge: I’m in Madrid for work. But otherwise, yes. Rain check?

  Why was I so let down by his response? He had probably fucked a Spanish lifeguard earlier under the hot sun.

  15

  RUTLEDGE

  I’d showered and washed in every crevice, then added my body scrub that Ollie liked so much. We’d arrived back from Madrid a mere three hours ago, but I couldn’t wait. I’d sent a text on the plane, and now I was full of giddy anticipation.

  After I heard from Ollie in Madrid, the wait was almost intolerable. Now that I’d had him inside me, I needed more. The butt plug I’d used in the hotel was far from as good as it had been in the past, lacking in a major way.

  The buzzer sounded and I took a risk by opening the door completely naked. My closest neighbour was down the hall, so it was relatively safe to say I wouldn’t be seen.

  “Oh god, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He closed the door behind him and latched on to me like a dryer sheet did to clothing. “Wow, with that tan, you must have had a
ll the men on the sunny beaches of Madrid lining up.”

  I rubbed his shoulders and then pulled his shirt off. “Do you know how much I was dying for this in Madrid. It’s like I’ve been in constant state of hard-on anticipation the whole time.”

  “So you didn’t, ah, engage with a hot lifeguard?” Ollie breathed out in between kisses to my neck. “I can’t get enough.” His knuckle brushed along the length of my cock.

  I couldn’t help but feel a little excitement at the question. “No.” I pulled at his tight leggings and rolled them down. His cock sprung out, hard and dripping. “It was this monster I needed inside me again.” Panting, I stood, waiting.

  He kicked his leggings off the rest of the way and, with his hands on my shoulders, pushed me ahead of him towards my bedroom. “Don’t come. Hold the base if you need to. I want you spurting all over my chest.”

  I let out a moan and did as he said. “Where do you want me?”

  “One second.” He got on the bed and lay down with a bunch of pillows propped behind his head. Ollie’s lean dancer’s body was a sight to behold. His long cock stood up to attention and I couldn’t stop staring. “You’re going to have to prepare yourself. Can you?”

  I crawled over him, grabbing the supplies in the process; then, I lay down beside him, coated my fingers in lube, and moved them down to my ass. I pushed in my fingers and scissored them as I had done in the past.

  “That’s it. Yes.” His voice almost sounded choked up.

  I glanced over at him but went back to the job at hand. “Ready.”

  “Okay, take a condom and roll it on me. Then the lube.” The pitch of his voice was different again. I did as he said. “Now, come straddle me.”

  I rubbed his chest and moved across him.

  He held his cock straight up. “You’ll like this one, believe me. Position yourself on top like you’re ready to sit down and slowly lower your body until you’re fully seated against me, okay?”

  I winked at him. “The monster cock isn’t as scary as I remember.” When he replied with a smile, I smiled too. This was all so raw and real. I needed him like I needed to breathe. The tip of his cock was inside me and my hole expanded over and around him as I moved down. Seeing his face this time was unbelievable.

  “Yes, yes,” Ollie’s hands were gripping on to my thighs. “Oh damn … How do you do this to me.”

  “I’m, I’m down,” I said bashfully. “I really am.”

  He tweaked my nipple. “Of course you are. Now feel this.” He drove his hips upward as I sank lower to meet each thrust. Over and over. And I felt all the nuances of his movement.

  “Oh my god … oh my god! This is heaven.” I let out a few short breaths as my cock bounced in front of me. Brushing his finger across the tip, the pre-cum was wiped off. “Here.” He held it up for me. I was intoxicated, not by drink, but by him. Looking into his eyes, I licked it and then moved up his shaft. Up and back down. Then I leaned back and closed my eyes, going with what I was feeling—what felt right.

  “Oh yes, Rutledge. Just like that. Ride me.”

  I squeezed around him and he let out a yelp. “Hot damn.” Then I leaned forward a little and squeezed my thighs at his sides. “Ouch. Okay, maybe not that tight.” Ollie began rotating his hips inside me. “Fuck, that’s good.” I could feel his legs move up behind me. “Okay, let’s go a little faster now.” Listening to him talk about the mechanics of this was much hotter than it should be. I’d probably feel the same if he read me the phone book. As our bodies frantically writhed together, I started to not think as much about the movement but to just let my body takeover instead—however it pleased me.

  Ollie’s legs gave him more leverage as he tilted his hips off the bed. “Oh god.” I heard him bite out. “So damn good. Yes … yes!” Then I got to witness his whole body contract and become taut as his eyes and head rolled back while he came inside me.

  I massaged his chest as his breathing somewhat returned to normal. Then I flung myself back to lean on his legs and held my cock, and with him deep inside me, I pumped and pumped. As I came, I arched my neck back and moaned, crying out and letting myself go completely. “Ollie,” I panted as the last of my come left my body. “Ollie.” I bent forward to lift off him, then collapsed and stretched out by his side.

  My skin felt warm and damp and I thought I was seeing stars. I kept my eyes closed for a few moments, just feeling him beside me. I wanted Ollie to stay, but I couldn’t say it. I wanted to stroke his skin, to feel the warmth of it under my fingers.

  He turned to me and leaned on his elbow. At first I thought he might caress my face, but his hand lifted and dropped away. “You’re a firecracker. You know that?”

  “My turn for an ego boost?” I joked. “So, I’m a good student?”

  “Passed with flying colours and more. That was insanely hot. When you leaned back and came all over me? Hot damn. One of the sexiest things ever.”

  “Well, I have less to compare to, but it was the best thing ever and …” I bit my lip, not sure whether to keep talking.

  “And?” His brows perked up.

  “With you, I just let myself go. I can be me and feel free. I honestly feel better when you’re near. Will you stay and hold me for a while?”

  The look on his face went from serene to almost panic-stricken, and I knew immediately I’d said too much. “It’s just sex,” he repeated almost like a mantra. Ollie got up and started to pace, then went through to the bathroom and rushed out, saying he had to go.

  I threw myself back on the bed. Fuck. How could everything have gone from perfect to utter shit so quickly.

  16

  OLLIE

  I was in panic mode. Taking deep breaths, I walked for a block or two and then got a cab home. I raced up the steps and my hands shook when I tried to put the key in the lock. Sniffling, I realized I’d been crying and I wiped at my nose.

  In the mirror by the door, I screamed at my own reflection. Red puffy eyes with smeared eyeliner greeted me. Served me right, probably. I went to the bathroom to get a tissue and wiped away at the mess left by my tears.

  This was why I’d only fuck-and-go. No complicated feelings. No spider web to try and untangle. And then I thought back to his beautiful body when he released: the strain of his neck; the muscles in his abs; his adorable lip bite; the way he squeezed around my cock as if he knew exactly what I’d needed.

  But what really did it was when he’d asked me to hold him. My heart almost broke. I didn’t know how to do that. And what would that lead to? Surely, nothing good. And now panic mode had led me to hide back at home. What did that make me?

  I went to my room and curled into a ball on my bed, much like Rutledge had after I brought him to the hotel when I first met him.

  “Ollie, Ollie.” There was a voice over my head and someone tapping my shoulder. I rolled over, not sure of my surroundings at first. “What’s going on? Sit up, please.” I did as Jules asked. “You look like shit. Rutledge was here and told me to give you this. He said not to bother you or wake you.” She handed me a brown box.

  I couldn’t deny that I was curious, so I pulled off the lid, and in the box was the American body lotion I’d used at his place. I let out a shallow laugh, then picked it up and put it to the side. “I don’t know what’s happening, Jules. My whole identity has been shattered to pieces. I’ve always been happy-go-lucky, fuck-and-go Ollie, and that’s all been turned on its head. To top it all off, he’s sweet and not an asshole like me, bringing me gifts after I’d run out on him.”

  She patted my leg as if consoling a small child and then left the room, and when she returned, she had an open box of Jaffa Cakes and handed it to me. I poured four out of the box. Desperate times and all that.

  “I’ll need more information here. After that panic scene in the middle of the night, I thought you were back on track since you never mentioned it again.”

  “Okay, fine, you twisted my arm.” And I told her how I’d kind of been joking when
I offered and how we’d been fucking and then how I’d panicked and left. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t want to leave. But he deserves better than me, and I have no idea what’s happening, but all I know is that nothing will ever be the same.”

  Jules pulled me into her lap, which really didn’t work, but I didn’t care. She stroked my hair, and much as it was reassuring and calm, she was much quieter than usual, which scared me a bit. That meant it was important to her. I didn’t know what to do. If she’d brushed it aside and told me to go and get laid, I’d be less worried.

  “Sometimes you need to take a leap of faith, you know? I think he’d be good for you.”

  Needing to keep busy and take my mind off Rutledge, I said nothing and, instead, got up and went into the bathroom, then pulled out my supplies to bleach my hair. Eventually, it would be neon pink. A change seemed fitting right now.

  I got dressed and a notification popped up on my phone calendar. Smiling, I checked my hair and then went out. The best record fair of the year was in town at the stadium, and I’d completely forgotten. So unlike me.

  The train was bustling with tourists and people going to work. Sometimes I’d see someone or a couple or a group of people and imagine what their story was in my head. Today I decided that the man across from me with a briefcase but also wearing sweatpants—a strange juxtaposition—had been at a meeting and then had a donut, which gave him the urgent need to run to the gym and change immediately. I never said my stories ever made much sense.

  I checked my phone and saw a message from Juliette.

  Jules: Where did you run off to?