Always with You (WIth You Trilogy) (20 page)

I crawled slowly up his body until my core was centred above him. My shortened breathing matched h
is as I lowered my mouth for a kiss. Despite the fact that he was letting me lead, his kiss screamed dominance and possession. The message was clear:
you are mine
. I smiled at him as we broke the kiss. I didn’t need the reminder, I’d never forget.

I ground against him as I got myself into a better position. There was no question of my readiness. My teasing had stoked my own passion as much as it had his. My muscles accepted him inside me with little protest as I absorbed his
fullness and we groaned together.

I sank myself onto him with as much control as I could muster, once, twice, three times. It was heavenly torture and I could see that Jason wanted the control gone as much as I did. The carnal lust in his gaze told me as much.

It didn’t matter, I couldn’t maintain it much longer. My hips began grinding and bucking wildly against him. The pleasure of our unison was too much and every nerve ending burned with satisfaction and the overwhelming need for more. More contact, more heat, more of Jason.

Jason’s control shattered completely when my fingernails made contact with his pecks in an effort to steady myself on his
imposing length. I was impressed he’d managed to fight it for so long and I happily let him take back the power. He whipped his hands round to my hips to hold me steady as he slammed himself into me with full force.

I cried out his name as he reached into the farthest depths of my pleasure to push me over the edge and he grunted as he met me there. The bed
room around us was gone, time froze, and sound disappeared. All that was left was the feel of his heated skin, the rise and fall of our chests, and the undeniable strength of love between us as I fell to him in a satiated ball of happiness.

“I love you,” I mumbled sleepily into his dampened chest. “So very much.”

“I love you too, Jamie,” he breathed, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you.”

“Thank
you
,” I smiled back, delighted that he’d let me take care of him. “I didn’t expect you to let me get away with it as long as you did,” I teased.

“It almost killed me,” he chuckled. “There will be consequences.”

“I can’t wait,” I laughed happily as I snuggled further into his neck.

Tuesday, 8th October 2013

Rude banging awakened us from a warm and peaceful slumber. I groaned and rolled over whilst disentangling myself from Jason. The alarm clock showed that it was just after seven.

“I’m coming in!” Xander declared, abandoning his banging on the door and strolling into the room
without apology.

Instantly aware that I was naked, I screeched and pulled the cover up over both of us, planting myself behind Jason’s mass.

“Xander,” Jason growled. “You can’t just barge in.” His smooth voice had that rough edge of ‘I just woke up’ which made his growl just that bit sexier.

“I announced myself,” Xander shrugged, clearly not
the least bit perturbed that he’d just violated our privacy.

I glared at him
which, as usual, didn’t faze him in the slightest. I had to admit though, this wasn’t usual Xander behaviour. He normally made sure to keep out of our way once we were safely ensconced in a bedroom. I figured there must have been a reason that he had burst in here like that.

“What’s wrong?” I asked cautiously, my stomach clenching in horrible anticipation.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he shook his head. “Your brother just called.”

“Which one?”

“Does it matter?” He frowned.

I shook my head. I guess it didn’t really matter. I assumed I was about to be told to do something or bossed around in someway. It wouldn’t matter which one of them the order came from, I’d be expected to
follow it regardless.

Xander nodded, apparently satisfied with my answer. “We need to go.”

“What?” Jason looked up at him, swinging his legs off the bed and taking great care to ensure I was covered. “Go where?”

“Go,” Xander nodded curtly. “Ten minutes.” In his usual silent, brooding fashion
, he disappeared through the door.

Jason let out a sigh and rolled back onto the bed, scooping me up into his arms and nuzzling into my neck. “So, I’m thinking we stay here for ten minutes, then take a long, slow, very hot shower,” he grinned.

“Hot shower?” I repeated, grinning up at him.

“Very hot,” he nodded
.

“Are you using your admittedly hard to resist sexiness to distract me from the fact that you want to keep Xander waiting?” I smiled broadly, it was hard not to when his hair was all messed up and sexy from just waking up.

“It’s working, isn’t it?” He smirked knowingly.

It was working, but he didn’t need to know that. “We’ll have to save that for later, I don’t want to piss him off.” I tried to placate him with a kiss which promised more to come.

“Jamie,” Jason groaned, drawing out my name. “He can’t just barge in here and expect us to follow orders. You may have noticed I’m not very good at following orders.”

“Ah, well, you’re in luck,” I teased. “I’m very good at it, I’ll teach you.” I winked at him before grabbing his t-shirt from the back of the chair and pulling it over my head so I could grab a quick shower
. One that would never live up to expectations now that Jason had planted the hot shower idea in my mind.

“Seventeen minutes,” Xander grunted once the two of us emerged into the lounge.

“Your watch works then?” Jason quipped back with a cheeky grin before I had chance to apologise for taking too long.

Xander raised his eyebrow and went back to his
jet-black coffee. I gave Jason a fake glare for being mean to Xander but forgave him once he kissed me.

“You need to pack some clothes,” Xander interrupted us.

“Why?” I frowned.

“Might be gone
overnight,” he answered nonchalantly.

“
Overnight?” I repeated. He was giving me literally ten minutes of warning.

Xander shot me a very familiar look. It was almost identical to Ian’s “stop asking questions, Jelly” face. I figured it must have been part of the compulsory military training.

“What about uni?” I pouted, refusing to let his stern expression intimidate me. It was good practice for my brothers.

“It’s reading week,” he shrugged.

“Exactly!” I snapped exasperatedly. “I’m meant to use this week to catch up on reading.”

“Books are portable,” Xander shrugged. “Get ready.”

“But-” I started to protest.

“It’s okay, baby,” Jason wrapped his hands around me from behind. “We both
know you haven’t got anything to catch up on.”

That was hardly the point. Xander didn’t know that. I humphed childishly and went to grab some clothes to take with me.
Lucky for him, Jason and I both kept clothes at each other’s houses.

“Where are we going?” I asked Xander sulkily as we made our way out the flat.

“Manchester.”

“Why?”

He gave me his stern expression again and I stiffened my shoulders and glared back which only caused him to smirk slightly.

“Your brother told me to bring you there,” he answered after a while. “Get in the car.”

I turned my head to look at the Audi Q8 with tinted windows in front of us.

“Nice,” Jason grinned. “This yours?”

“Had someone from the office bring it up,” he nodded, his eyes smiling and hinting at the existence of a normal guy behind his constantly stern expressions.

I shook my head as Jason and Xander discussed the car’s specs in manly grunts. The journey was only an hour long and Jason managed to keep up the car talk the whole way there. He singlehandedly elicited more speech from Xander than I’d gotten since we met.

Xander expertly navigated around the city centre and pulled the car into an underground car park beneath a nondescript office building. The doors opened automatically as we drove into the well-lit, subterraneous cavern. It was filled with shiny, clean, mid-range vehicles, each as well maintained and uninteresting as the next. Xander’s car almost stood out because it was just that bit more expensive.

“Where are we?” I asked as I climbed out of the car.

“Anyone ever told you that you’re extremely nosy?” Xander retorted, completely ignoring my question.

“My brothers may have mentioned it,” I grumbled. “Are they here too?” I added,
looking around the parking lot as he led us towards a silver door on the opposite wall.

Xander did his usual scanning routine, casually checking each corner, nook, and cranny.
He didn’t answer and I figured I’d reached my question tolerance for the day. At least one of them must have been here.
Why else would he bring me here?

We walked up what must have been six flights of stairs. They were the sort of stairs that h
inted at the presence of a lift; unused and undecorated because they were simply functional. With each set we ascended, I grew more and more curious as to where we were. From the outside, the building looked like it could have contained offices; there certainly weren’t any curtains or potted plants to imply somebody lived here. There were no business signs though, nothing to hint at its function.

“Hurry up,” Xander frowned at me, turning his head back to look at me a few steps below.

We’d climbed six floors.
Six
. The guy worked out a lot, bully for him. I wasn’t exactly winded but I wasn’t going to sprint up the stairs either.

“Yes, sir,” I answered with no small amount of sarcasm. I noticed Jason’s eyebrow quirk upwards in
amusement and surprise.

“You know how sexy you are when you get all snarky?” He whispered in my ear
and I smiled as Xander came to a stop outside another metal door. This one had a keypad.

Xander punched a ridiculously long code into the pad and the door swung op
en whilst I flashed Jason a cheeky smile.

I don’t know what I was expecting to find behind the door but the sight that met my eyes wasn’t it. It was just too… normal. There were rows
of low cubicles in front of us, filled with bog standard, white shirt clad office workers. They were all working with stacks of paper or talking on their headsets in low voices. It was so mundane, I was almost a little disappointed. It struck me as an odd place for Xander to bring me and I couldn’t figure out what the point of this excursion was.

There was one thing about the scene that
was completely abnormal though; as Xander lead us round the side of the room, I noticed that not one person looked up at us. Nobody even blinked in our direction. There wasn’t even a subtle glance. I found it hard to believe that an office like this was used to seeing casually dressed people traipsing into their working environment but clearly they were.

Xander opened a door on the far side and silently motioned us through. The white space
of what appeared to be a conference room was so painfully plain that it was almost dazzling.

“Alright, Jellybean,” the deep drawl of Craig met me from the opposite end of the room.

“Craig,” I grinned, glad to see a familiar face in the otherwise sterile environment. I bounded round the large mahogany table to give him a hug in greeting.

Jason bumped fists with Craig whilst his eyes looked at the space around us, clearly as mystified as I was as to what we were doing here.

“Where are we? What are we doing here? Are the others here too?” I blurted my questions in rapid fire in the hope that I would finally get some answers.

Craig laughed at my verbal
diarrhoea and sat down on one of the simple office chairs next to the over-buffed table. “Not a clue to the first two. Karl called me at three this morning and told me to get my arse here. I came as soon as my shift finished,” he stifled a yawn and I smiled in sympathy. “The others are here, except for Matt, he couldn’t just take off from work.”

I nodded my understanding, glancing back at the door and wondering where they were.

“The twins found a vending machine and Karl went with them to make sure they didn’t cause trouble, I suspect.”

I grinned to myself because I remembered Danny getting his hand stuck in a vending machine at the pool when I was
five. His crisps had gotten caught and he’d tried everything to get them out.

“Jake’s train arrived a whi
le ago, he should be here soon,” Craig continued.

“I’ll go let him in,” Xander nodded. “Stay here,” he added, giving me his usual stony faced glare of authority.

“You look like shit,” Jason grinned at Craig once the door shut behind Xander.

“Don’t sugar coat it
, Reed,” Craig laughed, rubbing his hand over his face.

“You do look a bit tired,” I frowned in sympathy, positioning myself behind him so I could rub his shoulders.

“Working nights at the minute,” he shrugged, relaxing his shoulders so that I could massage them.

“Jelly’s here!” Danny beamed, bursting into the room with his arms full of chocolate bars and crisps.

“Hi, Jelly,” Rick grinned, following Danny’s lead and dumping his stash into the middle of the table.

I considered myself honoured that they’d relinquished their food in order to ‘jelly sandwich
’ me.

“Where’s Xander?” Karl
grunted once he’d given me a hug.

“Fetching Jake,” Craig yawned, trying to grab a cereal bar from the pile on the table but failing because Rick knocked his arm away.

I grinned mischievously and grabbed a similar bar away from the stash, making my way towards Craig to hand it over. He looked exhausted, he obviously needed the energy.

“What do you think you’re doing, Jelly?” Rick scowled, his eyes on the bar in my hand.

“Feeding Craig,” I replied with a hint of sarcasm. It was obvious what I was doing.

“Those are ours, Jelly,” he growled in warning.

“There’s like twenty bars there. Craig looks exhausted, can’t you share for once?” I snapped in irritation. I felt, rather than saw, Jason move to my side in response to Rick’s hostility. I could see Rick trying to decide what to do. The twins really weren’t good at sharing.

“Here,” I smiled at Craig, handing him the bar.

“Cheers,” he smiled awkwardly, eyes flicking between me and the twins, ready to go on the defensive.

Rick sighed and flopped back into the chair, hoarding the rest of the goodies between his arms.

“I wondered how long it would take,” Karl said bitterly, glowering in my direction.

“What?” I frowned defensively, sitting in the chair next to Craig with Jason on my other side.

“For you to start abusing the special treatment,” he shook his head with a grimace.

I s
cowled at him. I wasn’t taking advantage. Okay, I was a bit, but it was for the right reasons. I wasn’t going out and getting drunk or wearing outrageous clothes. All I’d done was make sure Craig got something to eat. I was prepared to explain this to him but Jason got there first.

“You’re not seriously gonna have a go at her for giving food to Craig?” Jason laughed, squeezing his arm around my shoulder as a sign of support.