Slow Burn (Boston Beauties #2)

by Dawn Edwards

  It wasn’t a lie. Even when Breton and I went out, I often wore a disguise; not that I was recognizable, I looked completely different now.

  This past weekend while Drew’d been in Manchester, I was brooding the entire time. He was only a few hours away, and I wanted nothing more than to go to him, to spend time with him. But I also didn't want to be selfish, I wanted him to enjoy his weekend with his best friends.

  I knew he was planning on being in London for two days before flying home, and I had every intention of being selfish then. It started with the train ride this morning. Knowing he would be done with the wedding and he’d be alone, I took full advantage of this. I didn’t want to waste any time away from him. I hated that I made him go to dinner, but otherwise it would have been rude for me to just show up.

  From the moment Breton gave me the go-ahead and filled me in on some details, I started planning it. I wasn't sure if it had been luck that Breton would still be away tonight, but I was thankful regardless.

  I was sluggish at the gym, thinking of Drew with his friends, and I was also tired as it was impossible to sleep the last night. Last week I spent days looking for the right dress, I had my hair blown out, my legs and lady parts lasered, nails done, and like all the best-laid plans to get laid, my period started this morning. I nearly cried when I saw it. Since losing my weight, it had been pretty sporadic, and with not being sexually active in the least, I wasn’t on birth control at the moment, so there was no predicting it. With my upcoming surgery to remove my implants, I had also been advised against oral contraceptives.

  I tried to sleep on the train from London to Manchester but excitement won out. It was hard enough to just sit , let alone get some shut-eye.

  Breton had told me what time Drew had booked his ticket for, and I planned accordingly.

  As everyone got off the train in Manchester, I took my compact out of my purse, looked at myself and was pleased with what saw. I hoped Drew would be too.

  I carried my purse, but left my jacket and umbrella, as the platform was covered from the elements outside. As I exited the train, I was both nervous and excited to see Drew for the first time in over a year.

  The entire ride home we chatted and there was no lack of physical contact between us, which was why pushing him out of my apartment to go see his friends had been painful to do.

  It had been an extremely emotional day. I had anxiety about seeing him again for the first time. Over the phone and through text messages, it was like we’d never been apart. Our communication was on point, but I was worried that our physical chemistry might have somehow been lost or tainted by the time he’d spent thinking that I was dead.

  Could I compare to any of the girls he’d been with, and what was he going to think of my new look? He clearly didn’t mind my curves before and had told me that he preferred a woman with real curves. I’d gone a bit extreme with my weight loss, but I had done it for myself, for my health and not for him. I was hoping that he would like the new me just as much, if not more than the old me.

  I was excited for a night out with Drew and his friends, and getting ready to go out had been a fun experience for once.

  I put on my violet lace short shorts and paired it with a loose shimmery gold tank top and an ivory bra with thick lace straps that crossed in the back. I curled my hair in loose waves and wore a pair of nude heels, that were surprisingly not that uncomfortable.

  I took a taxi right from the apartment to the front of the bar where Drew already was with his friends. Standing at the bar, I watched him interact with the guys at the table they occupied for a few stolen moments. These were his friends he went to university with. He looked relaxed and happy drinking a beer while catching up. I ordered myself a bottle of water and a whiskey on the rocks.

  He must have felt my eyes on him, because he looked up at me, a big smile on his face. I couldn't resist his pull any longer as I walked over to him.

  ‘There she is,’ he stood up and took me into his arms as soon as I was within arm’s reach.

  ‘Wow, someone's punching above his weight class,’ one of the guys commented looking at me.

  ‘Hey now, watch your mouth,’ Drew warned in a serious tone, warning his friend to back off and play nice.

  I waved at them, taking the seat that Drew had just been sitting at. ‘This is…’ he looked down at me.

  I laughed, ‘I’m his girlfriend, Jessica.’ I introduced myself with a name that was close enough to my real one, without actually using my real name. I figured I couldn't use Sarah, as I was hoping to continue to have these guys in our lives in the future.

  I was introduced to Nigel, who told me his wife was at home with their baby, and the other two guys were Chad and Tom.

  ‘Nice to meet you,’ I said, taking a sip of my whiskey.

  I sat with them, quiet for a while until another one of his friends, Archie, and his fiancée joined us, drawing attention to our table from the entire bar.

  ‘Drew,’ a guy yelled out as he approached our table. ‘Look who’s returned from the dead, about time you show your face around here, man.’

  My stomach dropped, and Drew looked to me, and then back to his friend.

  ‘How long you in town for?’ Archie asked.

  ‘I’ve been here almost a week, and leaving the day after tomorrow,’ he told his friend and squeezed my hand.

  ‘Naw man, that’s unacceptable, you’ve got to stay longer.’

  He kissed my temple, ‘I want nothing more than to stay longer, but I’ve got a company to run back home. I’m not like you blokes with your lazy office jobs that can run themselves, I’ve actually got to work,’ he ribbed his friends, but I loved the way that he called Boston home.

  I didn't want to talk too much, as I didn't want to give too much away about myself or why I was here for fear of saying something that might give myself away, not that I would even be on their radar.

  This was the first time I’d gone out socially aside from dinner with Breton, the gym, or the few times down in Australia, mainly with Marcus. I missed my Aussie friend and made a mental note to reach out to him soon.

  I had thought a lot about him when I first came to London and made an anonymous donation to his education fund, with a note to finish his studies. If everything went according to plan, I wanted to bring him to America to help me start the business I was planning.

  ‘So when are you planning on moving back?’ Archie asked after returning with a round of drinks for everyone, clearly dismissing Drew’s earlier comments.

  Drew shook his head, and rubbed my leg, looking at me. ‘I don’t have any plans to move back, things are really working out well for me.’

  ‘You rolling in money now or what?’ Archie asked. ‘People who can afford a landscape architect must be rolling in dough and don’t know what to do with it, so they hire schmucks like you.’

  I took a drink to hide the smile on my face and could feel Drew tensing up on me. ‘Basically,’ I said, agreeing with Archie. ‘But to be fair, Drew’s really talented and worth the money.’

  ‘Thanks, cupcake,’ he said, kissing the top of my head. ‘But my clients are actually really decent. They expect a lot and their standards are high, it’s a dream job and I’m making so many connections. I’ve even got a silent partner who’s backing me to expand and develop my portfolio.’

  I looked up at him and smiled, knowing that was my father and how much my parents loved him. It pleased me so much to hear him speak highly about my father. And a pang of guilt rose within me; I was really missing my family at this minute.

  ‘What about the party scene? The girls?’ Chad asked.

  ‘There’s a decent scene and, the girls?’ He looked down at me. ‘I can’t really comment. Well, I guess I can, but she’s a rarity.’ As he had all night, Drew couldn't keep his hands off of me and peppered me with kisses whenever he could.

  It felt so nice to be next to him again. I’d missed him so much over the past year and a half. Also, it was re
freshing that we didn't have to hide, that I was his and he was mine and there was nothing keeping us apart.

  Nothing except me living in England, basically in hiding.

  We spent a few more hours in the bar with his friends, but seeing as they all had to work the next morning, the night was cut shorter than any of them would have liked.

  ‘Promise you will come back soon,’ one of the guys asked Drew, and then looked to me. ‘Get his ass back here, ya?’

  I nodded, ‘Yeah, he’ll be back soon.’

  We took a taxi back to my apartment, kissing and touching the entire time. When we made it through the front door, I kicked off my shoes and was picked up by Drew and carried into my bedroom.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d ever picked me up, but it was obviously with a lot less effort than in the past.

  ‘Jessa,’ he moaned my name as he lowered me onto my back on the bed, looking me over, like he wanted to devour me. ‘This outfit has been killing me all night. As much as I’ve loved seeing you in it, I really think it's time that it comes off.’

  ‘As I said, I can't take everything off.’

  He looked to the ceiling and sighed.

  ‘But rest assured, I plan on removing each and every piece of your clothing and taking care of you,’ I informed him in a sultry voice. I was so turned on just by the mere sight of him, fully dressed. Reaching to the top of his jeans, I undid his belt and pants buckle.

  He helped me by shimming out of the pants as I pulled his shirt over his head when he bent down to kiss me. His abs had always been one of my favorite parts of his body, and I was pleased to see that, like a fine wine, they had only improved with our time apart.

  I ran my fingers over them, loving the firm ripple of them. ‘You are so sexy.’ I pulled his face down to kiss me again; I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of his lips on mine.

  He slipped his hand under my shirt and palmed my breast over my bra. ‘And I’m all yours and you’re mine,’ he reminded me.

  I nodded, ‘Totally and completely.’

  ‘Always and forever.’ He kissed my neck, and I dipped my hand under the elastic of his boxer shorts to grip him as he let out an audible breath.

  He had only ever let me touch him once, the last time we made out, the time I told him I needed to go away with Matt. I’d been hoping that he would have made love to me that day, but despite my efforts, he stuck to his guns and his ultimatum.

  At the time, he would only ever let me give him a hand job and rub myself over him. Even though I really wanted to, he never let me suck him off. But tonight, I wasn’t letting him restrict me. If I hadn’t been on my dreaded period, I would have made love to him all night too.

  ‘Jessa,’ he moaned my name as I stroked him, kissing me and trying to pull away from me.

  ‘No,’ I protested, tightening my grip on him.

  He raised his eyebrows at me, standing over me. ‘No?’ he laughed, questioning me.

  ‘You are going to let me please you tonight,’ I demanded.

  This caused an even bigger laugh from him, ‘Oh baby, you can do whatever you want to me tonight, tomorrow night and for the rest of our lives.’ He sat at the end of the bed and bent over. ‘But first I need to take my shoes off so I can fully get out of my jeans.’

  I reluctantly let go of his cock as he sat on the bed, taking off his shoes, pants and peeling his boxers off so he was completely naked when he turned back to me and helped me to the top of the bed. ‘And now I’m going to take all your clothing, except your panties off, and explore this new body of yours.’

  He hovered over me, his heavy cock hanging between his legs, begging for my attention as he was unbuttoning my shorts and kissing my legs as he slid the shorts off me slowly then tossed them on the floor, looking down to my plain black cotton undies.

  ‘What were you expecting?’ I teased.

  ‘I was half hoping you were lying about your period.’

  I took in a deep breath, ‘I wish…’

  He kissed his way back up my legs, not skipping any part, and up to my stomach, lifting up my shirt as he made his way up to my bra. I arched my back and he slid the shirt up over my head, then admired my bra, running a hand over my stomach, down my hips, across my thighs and cupped my ass.

  ‘Wow, you really changed,’ he said, admiring me. ‘Not that you had to, but damn, you look so different.’

  ‘You like it?’

  He squeezed my ass. ‘As long as you keep this, we are all good.’ He bent over, kissing my breast through my bra, while freeing the other one with his hand, pinching my nipple as he settled between my thighs and rubbed himself up against me.

  I reached down and took him in my hand again, slowly stroking him, pushing him off me, and making him roll on to his back.

  I straddled him as he unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor to meet the rest of our clothing. He cupped my breasts in his hands. ‘Get your fill now,’ I told him, ‘they will be gone next time you see me.’

  ‘Really?’ he asked me a bit surprised.

  ‘Why, do you want me to keep them?’

  He shook his head, ‘I much prefer the feel of the real thing.’

  I laughed, leaning down to kiss his chest and abs. ‘Likely, there won't be much to feel at all.’

  He ran his hands over my ass, and it was all the reassurance I needed to be confident in my decision to get my implants out in a few months. There was just one more task I needed to do before that happened.

  But tonight, my only mission was to please this sexy man I finally had lying completely naked on my bed. I was confident that he hadn’t been with anyone since ending things with Lisa. She was a hiccup that I was trying to move past. I should have been secure in what we had, he did refer to me tonight as his girlfriend.

  I kissed my way down his hard sculpted body, resting at his belly button to look up at his gorgeous face that was looking back to me in awe. I had only ever seen him like this one other time. But the sight was enough to fill my spank bank a dozen times over and had done me well over the months. But now I had the real thing and I intended to take full advantage of having him at my disposal and replaying all the pleasure he’d given me, both in person and in my thoughts.

  I kissed his abs, slowly moving down, kissing the outside of his groin, teasing him and prolonging the anticipation as long as I could without taking it too far. I was happy to see that he subscribed to manscaping and kept himself neat and tidy.

  I took his balls in my hand gently and kissed the top of his shaft, looking up to him, seeing his mouth open and his eyes roll back as I dragged my tongue down his pulsing base, over his sack then back up again before taking him in my mouth fully, swirling my tongue around him as I took him deeper.

  He let out a moan when I sucked him, withdrawing to his tip, flicking him with my tongue. I massaged his base with one hand, his balls with the other. He propped himself up on his elbows, ‘Fuck…’ he held my hair out of my face to get a better look and his breath caught when I repeated the move. ‘Where the fuck did you learn how to give head like this?’

  I didn't answer him, I couldn’t as my mouth was full of his cock and I didn't want to stop. I just continued to work him with my mouth and my hand, inching him in farther and deeper each time until I was able to take him to the back of my throat. I had seen it done online, I had even read tips on how to do it, but I was sure people who wrote those tips didn’t have Drew’s large member to work with. It was much harder in practice than it was in theory—pun intended.

  ‘J...Jessa,’ he moaned again as I worked him deeper and faster. ‘I’m...close...fuck.’

  He took my head in his hands and tried to pull my head away from him, but I shook my head, pushing myself down on him, trying to take him as deep as I could. I had never swallowed before, the thought of it had always made me want to vomit. I never, ever let Matt finish in my mouth, but the thought of making Drew finish with a hand job didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to give him everything I
had, and I wanted to taste him, take everything he had to give me.

  ‘Jessa…’ he tried to pull my head off him one more time, but I shook my head again and looked up at him, licking his tip. ‘It’s ok.’ I wrapped my mouth around him again and took him deep, pumping him with my mouth, flicking his tip with my tongue.

  I felt him rock into me, holding my hair, pulling it before tensing up as he let out an audible moan, ‘Ahhh, fuck, Jessa.’

  I can't say I loved the feeling of his semen in my mouth, but I also didn't want to gag or vomit either. If it was something that he loved, I’d do it for him. I’d do practically anything for this man.

  He sat up leaning against my headboard as I crawled up his body so I was lying on top of him, for easier access to his mouth for kissing. ‘That was incredible,’ he said, trying to catch his breath. ‘Do I even want to know how you know how to do that?’ he asked me in awe.

  A wide smile spread across my face and I felt my face blushing, but I wasn’t going to chicken out, I was going to tell him. ‘So, wanna know a secret about me?’

  ‘You’re secretly a porn star?’ he joked, tucking my hair behind my ears.

  I tensed and forced a laugh. ‘Not even funny.’ I could tell he didn’t connect what he had just said to the fact that I’d starred in an adult film once upon a time, though I hadn’t consented to it being filmed.

  ‘Shit,’ he looked embarrassed when he realized what he had said. ‘Sorry, I forgot.’

  ‘That’s good then.’ I ran a finger over his nipple down to his navel, skimming over his abs.

  He playfully hit my ass, ‘Go on, tell me your secret.’

  ‘While I don’t like to star in adult films, I do love watching them.’

  I felt his body shake before I heard his laughter as he found humor at my expense as he often did in a pleasing way, not a mocking or malicious way. I hit him in the chest, ‘I’m serious.’

  ‘I can tell,’ he kissed me, pulling me tighter. ‘I think I love you a bit more for it.’