He looks at my body up and down. “My God, you look so damn sexy in that outfit. As much as I enjoyed that little stunt you pulled, don’t ever do that to me again. I’ve waited long enough to hold you. I don’t ever want to feel that restricted again.” I suddenly laugh. “What?” he asks, clearly amused.
I bite my lip. “I thoroughly enjoyed myself, I must admit.”
Flinging me over, he climbs on top. He grabs my wrists and pins them to each side of the bed. “If anyone is cuffing anybody here, it’s going to be me. I have the badge, remember?” Heat begins to build between my legs once again.
Damn! Haven’t I had enough by now? Will I ever?
He kisses me, licking his tongue across my lip. It’s so erotic. “Sweet Ana. You taste so good—in every way.” As quickly as he starts, he releases his grip of me and climbs off. I feel the emptiness straight away and mourn for his touch again.
Jake turns to face me. “Nice choice of songs, by the way.”
“I think so,” I say.
“You like your music, don’t you?”
I nod, smiling softly. “Yes, it helps me to think a lot, especially when I’m running. Whenever I can get out of the house these days, that is.” I glance at him long enough to notice the extremely unamused look on his face. I decide to change tactics. “You know, when I was about twelve years old, I had this Bon Jovi album I really loved. I think it was called Keep the Faith. I used to play it over and over again, but then it broke. I was really upset for a while after.” A slight pain in my stomach erupts as I remember just how it broke in the first place.
I was playing it in my bedroom for about the sixtieth time when Alan came in. I had headphones over my ears as I was desperately trying to avoid making any sound which might draw his attention to me. As it turned out, it was no use. He still came barging in, shouting about being sick and tired of me playing Bon Jovi over and over. He accused me of wanting to fuck him, saying that he would show me what a real man was one day. He took the CD from my player and crushed it under his foot. I was furious. I wanted to scream at him, but when he got close to me, my anger quickly turned into fear. I was scared to death. He grabbed my breast and squeezed hard, causing me so much pain that I yelped. Right then, my mum started calling to him from the stairs, so he huffed and told me to pick up my mess on his way out, and that was it. It was one day out of the many that I would never forget.
“That’s a shame,” Jake says, thankfully succeeding in interrupting my horrible memory. “You never got another CD?”
I hadn’t dared to replace it after that incident.
“No. As I grew up, I got into other music. I still like Bon Jovi, though,” I reply, smiling.
Jake smirks. “But he isn’t as good-looking as I am, is he?”
I nudge his arm, but he’s right. “No, Mr. Bennett, he is not as good-looking as you.” I pause a moment. “You know, I would like to take a shower with you, but I’m afraid your exceptionally large head may not fit through your bathroom door.”
Jake stands to attention, grabs me, lifts me into his arms, and winks. “You wanna bet?” he asks, beaming.
I giggle, dangling my feet about as he takes me to the shower and gently places me back on the floor. He turns the water on while I put my leg up on the bidet to unhook my suspender belt.
“My God, this is a sexy sight.”
I glance up at him, smiling, then we take our shower, lathering each other up. Once dry, I put on a tank top and boxer shorts, then we make our way downstairs to have a quick snack.
I opt for some cereal and fruit, and Jake places a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. We’re eating when Matthew comes through the door. I check the clock and see that it’s already eleven-twenty.
“Hey, are you guys really still up?” I watch him, smirking, but stay silent. “What?” he asks.
“Come on, tiger. Who is this Cindy, and how long have you been hiding her?” Jake looks as eager for him to answer the question as I am.
“We’ve been hanging out for a couple of months. I really like her, but I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know how it was going to go.”
I bite my lip on a smirk. “Well, judging by the look I saw on her face, I’d say the feeling is mutual.” Matthew seems pleased by my remark.
Jake clears his throat. “You’ll have to invite her to come for dinner sometime soon then.”
Matthew nods and smiles at Jake. “Thanks. I will. By the way, Clive was all up in my face about the two of you when we left.”
I wince. “I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t think.”
“It’s okay, but he won’t shut up about it. I keep telling him to concentrate on his girl instead of asking me questions about what’s going on at home between you and my dad.”
Oh, dear.
“I feel terrible now. I’m so sorry,” I say, feeling guilty. He walks over, gives me a hug, and tells me not to worry.
“I need to crash, guys. I have school tomorrow, and I’m beat.” I can already tell this is true by the way he’s dragging his feet.
“Don’t you want something to eat?” Jake asks.
“No, I’m fine, Dad. We all went for pizza after the game, so I’m good.”
Saying goodnight, Matthew goes up to bed. Very soon after, I notice how heavy my own eyes are.
“Come on. We have to be up in just over six hours.” I give him a look. “Ana, I could never be that tired. Once the alarm goes off, you’ll just have to lie there and think of England.”
I laugh loudly. “As if I could ever do that when I’m with you.”
We put our plates away in the dishwasher, and he lifts me to carry me upstairs. “You really don’t have to keep carrying me everywhere, but I could definitely get used to it,” I admit.
He kisses me tenderly and offers me a cheeky grin. “So could I.”
24
Again the alarm goes off at six, and again, I want to go back to sleep, but Jake is nibbling at my ear, and that gets all my senses going into overdrive. Once again, he has me at his mercy. “You’re incorrigible.”
He inhales the scent on my neck. “Hmm, I just can’t get enough of you.”
His hands are suddenly everywhere as I’m gently pulled out of my sleep into perfect bliss. Will it ever stop feeling like this?
I turn to face him as I reach down to grab his cock. It’s throbbing against my touch as he moans in appreciation.
“Always so ready,” I whisper.
He moves on top of me and places his hand on my pussy. “I could say the same for you.”
After another spell-bounding morning in bed, we get ourselves ready. I decide on a nice white and pink floral dress for today. I grab a muffin and juice for Joe and make my way outside.
“Oh, hello. I was expecting Joe,” I say, surprised once I get to the car.
Steve laughs. “No, Joe’s on days. He should be heading to work now.”
I feel remorseful all of a sudden. “Sorry. I didn’t realize it was you in the car when we got back. I thought I was waving at Joe last night.” A look of guilt comes across my face as I remember how eager I was to get back home and execute my plan.