Exclusively Yours (Joe & Ella Book 2)

by Nikki J Summers

  ​Later that evening, as I heard the familiar thump, thump, thump coming from the gym signalling Joe’s boxing work out, I sneaked back into the kitchen and found his phone where he’d left it earlier, on the island. I picked it up like it was going to sound an alarm if I moved it or manhandled it in any way, and clicked the button to bring the screen to life. Joe still hadn’t put any lock or code on his phone and it blinked to life. A different picture of me was the screen saver now, it was me at Max’s party throwing my head back and laughing. I must have been standing with Chris and Robyn on the balcony, and as always I’d never seen this picture before and had no idea he’d taken it.

  I clicked onto the phone icon and found the recent folder to open the list of recent calls. There it was, a local number received a few hours ago. I grabbed a pad of paper from a drawer and scribbled the number down, then hid it in my handbag and put the phone back where I’d found it. Nothing to see here, I thought as I drifted out of the door and down to the gym breezily to get my fix of watching a sexy, hot and deliciously sweaty man with glistening muscles do his thing. Pregnancy was making me so horny I was insatiable.

  When I slipped into the gym Joe had his back to me. He was wearing low slung grey sweats, his chest bare. It was my favourite look on him, I could appreciate every tanned line, bulge and sinew of his muscles flexing and rippling as he jabbed his gloved fists forward to power into the punch bag. I sat down on a bench by the door as I watched the sweat trickling down in little rivers on his back, and I had to stop myself from getting up, walking over to him and licking it off. I was so worked up I knew the minute he stopped I’d be jumping on him. He moved to the side, a volley of punches raining down on the bag then he moved his dark wavy hair out of his eyes with one glove before shaking his arms out, rolling his head and doing little jumps on the spot just like a real boxer. He was so unbelievably sexy and I was the lucky girl who got to watch him like this. It was like porn for me, watching him work out. I hoped he’d keep some energy for later.

  He gave the bag a hard right hook and then turned to face me, grabbing the swinging punch bag as it came back towards him. He burned me with his stare as he leaned his face against the bag, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his stubbled jaw clenching. He looked so dangerous, deadly and I loved it. I wanted him right here right now.

  “What do you need princess?” He was out of breath. I hoped he was ready for me.

  “You.” I purred narrowing my eyes at him. He smiled wickedly at me and ripped his gloves off, throwing them to the floor. He stalked over to me and stood over me, I was panting slowly now, I could probably come just from the look he was giving me, it was so intense. His grey eyes sparkled like flawless diamonds.

  “I need to shower baby.” He shook his head in mock regret, but I was having none of it. Nothing was going to keep me from him.

  “No you don’t, I want you like this. I like you dirty and sweaty. The dirtier the better.” I reached forward and pulled down his sweats. He was going commando so his cock sprung free and he raised his eye brow at me as he smirked at my forward behaviour and kicked his sweats away from around his feet.

  “You do need me don’t you.” He said and I nodded, biting my lower lip. He slowly pulled my lip out from between my teeth and then took my hand and lifted me to a standing position.

  “How do you want me angel?”

  “Anyway I can get you.”

  He led me to a machine that looked like some kind of chest press with a padded seat in the middle and he reached down to adjust the seat to a height he wanted, then sat himself down and pulled me to stand in front of him, holding my hips in place with his warm hands.

  He looked up into my eyes with his sparkly greys as he slowly pulled the button of my jeans free and pulled down the zip. Then he pulled them down my legs and tapped each calf so I would lift my leg for him to pull them off. I held onto his shoulders as I did for balance. He left my knickers on and softly ran his fingers up the back of my legs before running his hands over my ass, kneading and massaging it tenderly. I pulled my sweater over my head and he looked up at me with hooded eyes. I unhooked my bra and let it drop slowly to the floor keeping my eyes boring into his. He drew slow seductive circles around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth then biting down enough to make me hiss, then moved to the other nipple, I grew wet and eager for him. He lent his head forward and licked over my tummy before planting delicate kisses across from one hip to the other. The warmth of his breath and the kisses making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my spine tingle. It made my heart skip to think about how close he was to our baby and he didn’t even know.

  I ran my fingers through his damp thick black hair and bent over to kiss the top of his head. The stubble on his jaw rubbed against my skin as he moved further down to kiss me over my underwear. I needed the lace and silk gone now, I needed to feel him on my skin. Sensing what I wanted he grabbed my knickers between his teeth and pulled them down to my thighs on a growl before honing in on my pussy and licking my clit then sucking and biting, scraping his teeth over my most sensitive areas. I fisted his hair and dropped my head back as he worked his magic lick, suck, bite, graze, pull, everything he did drove me wild. I groaned and started to rock my hips into him, I wouldn’t last much longer.

  He pulled away when I was so close and sat back showing me he wanted me to ride him, his eyes were hazy now and the grey was smoky and raw, his cock sat up impressively hard and thick. I moved astride him and grabbed his cock rubbing him along me from front to back, spreading my wetness and using him to stimulate me before slamming down hard on him and ramming onto him over and over again.

  “Fuck Ella, you want it hard and fast don’t you. Hold on baby.” He picked me up and lay me down onto one of the mats on the floor and held my hips as he powered up into me making me scream with the impact of his cock hitting me inside and pounding expertly into the places that he knew made me come faster to give me a more intense orgasm. He knew my body better than I did. We were both groaning and panting now with every hard thrust. I felt like I was leaving my head and entering another world, all I could focus on was him, his cock and how it was stretching me and making me feel amazing. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore, I couldn’t control myself, he was holding me, using me, he had total control of me.

  “Come now baby.” He moaned, and I found my release on a scream. The walls of my pussy pulsated and squeezed his cock hard, my clit throbbed violently and my folds trembled and pulsed as he spurted inside me and rubbed himself against me to keep my climax going for as long as possible. I clung to him, feeling like I wanted our bodies to fuse into one. I was needy, desperate to stay close to him.

  As we both came down from our high I was like a ragdoll, I had no energy all I could do was lie under him slowly getting my breathing into an even flow. He was panting into my neck and I turned to face him, in his eyes I could see pure, raw love reverberating into mine. He stroked my face and I kissed his hand as he tenderly ran it across my cheek. Both our bodies were now slick with sweat, but neither one of us were making any effort to move.

  “Now we both need a shower.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled. I liked having his sweat on me, smelling him everywhere.

  ​He lifted me up with him as he stood and I jumped up to cling to his body like his little monkey. He kicked the door of the gym open and carried me down the corridor and into our bedroom, then through into the bathroom.

  ​“Can you stay upright for just a minute baby?” He asked as he lent me against the shower wall. I nodded weakly, ‘Just about’, I thought to myself. I started wondering if it was actually possible to fuck someone to death, probably. Joe definitely could to me.

  ​I heard the hiss of the shower as the water started cascading down and across our bodies, steam swirling and billowing out with the heat. He turned to face me and I couldn’t help but stare in wonder at how truly beautiful his body was. He was an Adonis, artists would beg to have the opportu
nity to carve images of him out of stone if they could see him now. But he was all mine to indulge in, feast on and I didn’t share.

  ​He ran his wet hands down both of my cheeks and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before gently turning me round to face the jets of water. He tilted my head back, keeping me upright by leaning his hard body against mine, and I heard him pop the shampoo bottle open. When he started rubbing and massaging the shampoo into a lather on my scalp and down my hair I groaned. It felt so good to be looked after and pampered like this. His large hands expertly rubbing and lathering the shampoo and my scalp into heaven. No man had ever washed my hair before, and I loved it. I could have let him do it for hours, it was sublime.

  ​“You’re like a cute little playful kitten, you love being petted and fussed don’t you.” He said. I just lent further into his touch in response and he chuckled.

  ​Next it was the conditioner and then he squeezed the shower gel ready to clean my body. He started by soaping my neck and shoulders, I was officially on cloud nine at this moment. He rubbed across my back in waves and circles that made me drop my head forward. When he turned me round to face him he took a deep breath in before soaping my tits, whilst growing so hard he was poking into my belly now and I wasn’t sure if I could keep this showering experience ‘clean’ for much longer. He smiled down at me obviously reading my dirty mind.

  ​“What are you thinking about Beautiful?” He asked, one side of his mouth curled in a sexy grin.

  ​“Having you again right here, right now.” I gasped reaching down for him.

  ​“You are insatiable just lately baby, and I fucking love it.”

  He shook his head and ran the soap down to my tummy, brushing his hands over my hips, before rolling them over my ass. I felt myself pulsing already and I lifted one leg to wrap around his hip and draw him closer to me. The water trickling and rolling down between us made our bodies deliciously slippery. He bent down to kiss me, running his tongue along my bottom lip then into my mouth to lace with mine. I moaned as our tongues tied together, my hand rubbing him slowly as I held onto him for support with the other.

  He reached between my legs to soap me and something switched on between us, he groaned and grabbed my ass lifting me up and pushing me hard against the slippery wet tiles of the shower. Then he lowered me onto his cock as I clung to him and buried my head into his neck. My arms wound tightly around his shoulders and I braced myself for a hard, rough fuck. He didn’t disappoint, thrusting into me relentlessly and making me pant and cry out as I raced towards another orgasm.

  “So good….. You feel so fucking good.” He panted out between thrusts, my ass was banging into the tiles and his fingers were biting into my skin, they were sure to leave marks, but it was a brand I was happy to wear on my skin. I came so fast I couldn’t control it and the spasms sparked his orgasm. As we rode out our sensations we gripped each other like our lives depended on it.

  “I love you so much Ella.”

  I squeezed him so tightly, “I love you too Joe. So so much.”

  He pulled me off the wall and turned so his back was against the wall, then he slipped down to the floor, holding me in his lap as we sat in the hot, steamy shower. The water flooded over us, but we didn’t care. We were totally spent, overcome with emotion and exhaustion.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you beautiful girl.”

  “Good, I don’t want you to.”

  ​Later that night as Joe slept next to me, I crept out of the bed used my best ninja moves to slink out of the bedroom and down the hallway without a sound, until I was in the living area. I found my handbag and decided to hide on the balcony for extra secrecy and quiet. I pulled my mobile out of my bag along with the piece of paper with the phone number on it that Joe had received an unwanted call from on his mobile earlier today. Nervously I tapped the number into my mobile and took a deep hesitant breath in before hitting the call button and putting the phone to my ear. It rang three times before it connected on the other end.

  ​“Anna’s phone.” A woman’s voice sang down the other end. I froze part in panic and the other half in fear. Anna? As in Joe’s ex-employee Anna? It couldn’t be? Could it? Why was she ringing Joe and what was she saying to make him so mad? Maybe she was taking him to a tribunal for firing her bitchy ass. She always had been a trouble maker. It had to be that. I decked the call quickly, only for my mobile to ring and her number to flash up on my screen. Oh shit, of course my number was registered into her phone now. Bloody baby brain had made me overlook that awkward factor. I pressed the button to ignore the call and powered my phone off. Hopefully, she’d try a few more times then give up and forget she’d ever received a weird call in the night. Either that or I’d tell her exactly who I was next time and warn her to back off. She was thick skinned and didn’t seem to understand the subtleties that the rest of us did. She was trouble and I wanted to keep her out of our lives. I wouldn’t put anything past her, including causing trouble for us out of spite. She was, after all a woman scorned. She had wanted Joe and never had him. She never would either.

  16

  ​ We settled into a comfortable routine in the apartment, and I loved how close I was to Joe every day. I couldn’t believe I had debated so much over the decision to move in with him the first time he’d asked me. It felt like a life time ago, and was a real no brainer for me now. I couldn’t be away from him for very long at the moment, I craved him.

  ​Joe seemed more relaxed too, he was so attentive and loved to take care of me. I wasn’t complaining because I had zero energy most nights after work. I liked being waited on.

  ​We’d just picked up a Chinese and were heading into the apartment when the concierge at the front desk informed us that there’d been a visitor earlier in the day.

  ​“Did they say who they were?” Joe asked.

  ​“No, it was a man about forty, brown hair, about six foot I think, I didn’t recognise him.”

  ​“Well that narrows it down.” Joe snapped irritably.

  ​“Did he leave a message?” I asked trying to be helpful.

  ​“Yes, he did leave you a letter or something, said he’d be in touch again soon.”

  The concierge motioned towards the letter boxes to the side of him so I grabbed the usual sales flyers, newspapers and a large brown envelope from our apartment’s space and put it into my handbag ready to open when we got upstairs.

  “Probably someone trying to sell us some crap anyway, glad we missed him.” Joe said.

  Once we got to the apartment Joe headed to the kitchen to plate up the food and I rooted through my bag to fish out the post. I threw the flyers in the bin, put the newspapers on the coffee table and started to rip open the brown envelope.

  “Oh my God!”

  I dropped the envelope like it was a bomb about to explode and the photographs inside fell out all over the living room floor. I covered my mouth in horror, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

  “What the hell?” Joe said marching over to me and crouching down to pick the contents up.

  His jaw instantly clenched and he cursed. “Fuck!”

  The photographs had been taken the night before. I had fallen asleep on the sofa and Joe told me in the morning he’d got out of the shower to find the bed empty and had come to the living room to pick me up and carry me to bed, I was spark out. When he’d gone off for a shower I’d told him I was right behind him and would be in the bedroom in minutes, but I must have dropped off to sleep straight away. The photographs on the floor were of me asleep on the sofa. Someone had been in our apartment when Joe was in the shower and taken photos of me asleep. I felt terrified, violated.

  “We aren’t safe here.” I cried.

  “I’ll get Sam over. We’ll check the CCTV and see if we can work out how the hell they managed to get in. Jesus this place is as secure as Fort Knox how the hell did they get past all the security?”

  I didn’t think he wanted me to answer. All I could focus on
was the ‘what ifs’. What if he, she or they had kidnapped me or held me hostage? What if they’d hurt me or the baby? What if they’d planted bugs in the apartment and they were listening to us now? Or even worse, watching us! I had to leave, I couldn’t stay here another minute. I felt antsy and jumpy.

  “Please can we go and stop with Robyn or at least move to a hotel for a bit until you sort this out?” I begged.

  Joe nodded.

  “Let me speak to Sam first then we’ll book into a hotel, the security there will be the best option. Robyn has zero security at her place, we couldn’t risk it.”

  I agreed, Robyn’s security consisted of one door lock and a baseball bat she kept under her bed. Although I’d hate to face Robyn on a dark night wielding that thing.

  An hour later, Sam, Joe and some other burly mean looking guys were pouring avidly over hours of CCTV footage and discussing what had happened and how.

  “Looks like whoever this was managed to hack into the buildings security and disarm the cameras for a few minutes. They disabled the alarms too. Bloody hard to do but not impossible if you have the skillset.” Sam said almost in awe of the perpetrator.

  “So I guess we can narrow it down then, the search for the stalker I mean. There’s only one guy I know who would have the knowledge and the grudge against me to pull something like that off.” Joe said gravely.

  “Who?” I asked but he didn’t answer me only said, “You wouldn’t know them babe, best you try to forget about it and leave it to these guys here to sort out okay.”

  I hated being left in the dark, again. He always treated me like the little lady who didn’t need to bother her pretty little head about these things. I was as feisty as the next woman and I was no push over, but I let it ride this once.

  “I did a search on him a few months ago and last I heard he was working in Germany for some tech company over there. You sure it’s him?” Sam asked.