Enjoying Trouble (Trouble #3) (20 page)

“We’re already at the meeting the parents stage?” he asked, his eyebrow rising cheekily.

“Maybe.”

“He doesn’t know I know; Ryan told me secretly because the contract stipulates that he cannot make contact or advise me of his real identity.”

“But you work with him.”

“My grandfather set that up so I can get my trust fund paid to me and obviously to piss my mother off to no end.”

“Why the contract in the first place?”

“That is the question. My mother refuses to even tell me who he is. I don’t know the reason for secrecy but I will find it. Zac’s searching through things for me; be found the contract, but it doesn’t state why.”

I continued to kiss my way up his neck, reaching his jaw bone.

“You keep doing that and I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” he murmured as his hand tangled in the back of my hair.

“That’s the point,” I said against his skin as I reached his lips.

“You’re bruised up and recovering from a – ”

“Stop talking,” I said against his lips as I started to kiss him. I slowly rearranged myself so I was straddling his lap as I deepened the kiss. His strong hands moved against me, one firmly holding the back of my neck and the other firmly cupping my butt cheek. I could feel him wanting more but holding himself back from me.

“Janey, you’re hurt.”

“So, be gentle,” I returned as my tongue teased his.

“You were in hospital this morning,” he said returning the kiss with some tongue teasing of his own.

“Will,” I said, my hips already starting to move against him.

“Yeah?” he asked, thoroughly kissing me now.

I moved my mouth to his ear as his mouth moved to my neck. “I need you inside me,” I whispered into his ear.

They were the words that snapped his self control as both of his hands gripped under my bottom and lifted me against him. He squeezed me gently before putting me directly down on him. I could feel the hard ridge in his pants and grinded myself down on him, making no mistake on what I wanted. His hands moved under my singlet and I heard his sharp intake of breath as he discovered I didn’t have a bra on. He swiftly pulled the singlet up and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

I gasped in pleasure, arching my back, even though my body ached in that position. I needed to get lost in him and the Heaven I was in to clear my mind of the Hell I had been through. This was all mine for the taking; if I played my cards right and kept working at the good things in my life, I could have Will forever. I wanted to be the girl I could be: no more trouble, no more stupid decisions, no more hurt and depression. I wanted to be the girl that Will deserved, I wanted to be the girl that
I
deserved to be.

I pulled back from him and he instantly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked caressing my cheek.

“Nothing,” I said leaning in, kissing his lips once more as my hands slid down to his waist and undid his pants. I smiled wickedly as I got up from his lap, standing before him as I pulled my singlet off. Sitting there with his pants undone, looking over my body with heavy-lidded eyes made me feel like the luckiest girl on Earth. I eased my pants down over my slender hips, hoping he didn’t focus on the bruises. He watched the descent of my pants and then my underwear, his eyes never leaving my body.

“Your turn,” I said crooking my finger at him.

He wordlessly stood up from the couch, his pants falling slightly because they were already undone. I finished the task by pulling them down his legs, my body crouching down before him. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he pulled his feet out and kicked his pants off to the side. I appraised the large package in front of my face that was still being - albeit a little unsuccessfully - covered by his underwear. I gave him a wicked smile as I ran my hands up his thighs, taking my time and building the anticipation. My fingers reached the band of his underwear where the tip of his hard cock was already standing to attention and slowly pulled them down, revealing it all in its full glory. There was a sharp intake of breath as I looked up into his eyes and took him into my mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, watching me intently.

I took him in deeper, enjoying the pleasure on his face and the way his muscles tightened in response. I suctioned him with my lips, my tongue dancing against the underside of his cock. His hands went to my hair and he gently pulled, being mindful of my stitches. His natural instinct was to take control and make me take him deeper but he was holding himself back.

I took hold of the base of his cock with my hand and licked at him with a firm tongue instead, like he was the tastiest thing I had ever had. I knew I was teasing him now because he wanted to be back inside my mouth but he was holding himself back and he needed to be taught a lesson.

“Janey,” he breathed.

“Hmm?” I said, licking over his tip. I felt his hand pull at my hair slightly again before stopping. He watched my tongue lap at him, his eyes firmly concentrating on the sight of my actions, lust mixed with some frustration on his face.

“What’s up?” I asked against him. “Apart from the obvious,” I said cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“Suck me,” he breathed, his hand becoming firmer on the back of my head before relaxing again.

“You’re holding back,” I accused.

“What?” he said, so worked up that he could hardly concentrate.

“You’re taking it easy with me,” I said standing up and looking him in the eyes. “I want to be fucked. No holds barred.”

“Janey, you’ve been hurt. I can’t take you the way I want to right now,” he breathed.

“Yes, you can,” I said, releasing him from my hand.

“Janey,” he warned.

“I’m serious,” I goaded him, taking a step back from him. “I want the Will that fucks me like it’s the last one he’ll ever get. The one that will never be satisfied until he’s so deep in me that I’ll feel him for days after.”

His cock pulsed between us as he watched me with eyes alight with an all-consuming lust. He was like a wild animal, pacing himself, waiting for the right moment to pounce. I stared back at him, daring him to pounce on me and show me what I had been missing for all of those months. I made a show of shrugging my shoulder and then turning away from him, hoping that he did something before I made it to the stairs. A second later his arm was around my waist and pulling me back against him. I smiled in triumph as my head went back against his shoulder, his mouth at my neck.

“No holds barred?” he said into my neck as he nipped at it.

The anticipation of a no holds barred Will burned through me and I grinned in exhilaration. “Yes,” I gasped.

One of his hands cupped my breast while his other hand went to the apex of my thighs. “You think you can handle me?”

I felt his cock between us and I groaned. “Always.”

His fingers delved inside me and I groaned again, leaning back on him and wanting more. His other hand moved from my breast to my neck, gently but firmly holding it in place as he moved the both of us around to the couch. His fingers went deeper and my legs trembled as he drew out the pleasure from me like a master. I brought my arms up over my head and ran my fingers roughly through his hair.

“You’re so wet,” he said into my ear before pushing me firmly over the back of the couch. I held onto a cushion as I was bent over, his hand roughly squeezing my ass cheek before slapping it.

“Fuck me,” I gasped in excitement.

“I’ve missed this ass,” he said, slapping it again.

“Fuck me, Will,” I pleaded again.

His hands ran over my back and then around my waist, over my breasts, toying with my nipples as I groaned out loud. They moved to my shoulders before they pulled my body back towards him. I felt his lips and tongue make their way over my back as his hard cock nudged against the back of my thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he said huskily against my back.

His words nearly detonated me off the couch as I did what he asked in anticipation. I felt his cock between my folds, teasing my entrance and I gyrated my hips against him in desperation.

“Hold on,” he suddenly warned into my ear as his hand went back around my neck. His cock slid into me in one big, deep thrust and I howled in pleasure at him filling me to the hilt. He drew back out before thrusting hard into me again. I howled again as his hand moved up my neck to my mouth. I took his finger in my mouth and bit down on it as he drove into me again and again. He groaned as he put another finger in my mouth and slammed into me. I licked at his fingers before biting down on them both while he rode me from behind. Our bodies slapped together with force in the silent room, his grunts competing with my groans.

He put more of his body over me, his hips now pistoning into me, my feet no longer on the floor. I revelled at his weight on me, his body riding me into oblivion. I grabbed on tightly to the cushions feeling my orgasm start to take over.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped.

He suddenly pulled out of me and before I could scream at him he had pulled me up from the couch and was turning me to face him.

“Will!” I said, feeling crazy as my body pulsed all over from waiting to finish what had been started.

“No holds barred, remember?” he breathed into my mouth as he kissed me.

I angrily bit down on his lip. He only laughed as he bit my lip back.

“What are you doing?” I asked in desperation, moving my hips against him in a futile attempt to get him back inside me.

“Making you beg,” he said into my mouth with a wicked smile. He picked me up and carried me over to the other side of the couch.

“I hate you right now,” I said as he gently put me down on my back.

“And I haven’t loved you more than right now,” he said climbing over me and starting to kiss me again. I stopped the kiss and tried to meet his eyes in alarm, wondering if he was fully aware of what he had just said to me.

“You said no holds barred,” he said with a grin as he slowly entered me again.

I closed my eyes, all my senses reawakening as he moved in and out of me. He was taking his time; teasing me again, filling me completely. His lips moved over me, down my neck over my breasts and back up to my mouth while his hips surged into me. We would always both have control and sometimes fight to have it over each other but it would always be done in the best possible way, preferably naked and on the cusp of an impending, explosive orgasm. It was what made us, us.

As the familiar tingling made its way from my toes, my heart pumped and I held on to him as I became entirely swallowed up by pleasure. As his breathing changed and eyes glazed over, succumbing to the final explosion, I knew that I hadn’t loved him more than right now either.

Present

Janey

A month went by and the weeks were full of bliss.

I couldn’t help but wonder if something was going to go wrong, because it always had in the past. Happiness never rarely lasted this long. We took our time, just being together. We stayed at the penthouse for most of the time, in our own cocoon, away from the world. When Will was at work during the day, I spent time with Ava in between her classes, or I spent it alone. I took up jogging, and gave the cigarettes away. I even tried to cook Will dinner one night, but he promised to never speak of it again after I nearly burnt the kitchen down! We laughed and had each other on the dining table instead. Those nights - when we were alone - were the most magical. We talked, we kissed, and we made love. We shared and we were happy. He tried his hardest to not be too overprotective and I appreciated his efforts, even though I knew he had hired someone to watch over me if I went out by myself or went for my morning jog. I didn’t want to complain or let on that I knew; he was doing the best for me and I had to accept it.

I would be returning to work again as I wanted to do my fair share with our living arrangements. Will had made it very clear that I didn’t have to go back to work because he had enough money for the both of us, but he knew I needed to do it for myself more than anything.

Sebastian kept in contact with me. A text message here and there from him made me smile. I was aware that Will had given him another bruise the night of my accident and that Will wanted me to have nothing to do with him. Sebastian knew that I was with Will and just wanted friendship, which I didn’t really think would hurt. The same went for Tilly. She was looking forward to my return and I knew that having them both as friends would make the return to work a little easier.

Will was adamant that my car accident wasn’t the action of his mother. I didn’t know whether it was from his instinct or it was a case of him being in denial
because
it was his mother. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. The hurtful messages on my phone had stopped the day I became part of Will’s life again. I still wondered if I had imagined them all this time, if it was my step-brother still trying to hurt me, or an attempt from Will’s mother to send me crazy. Zac hadn’t been able to find anything anywhere that could implicate anyone, so I kept quiet about the whole situation. It was like it had all stopped and whoever was hurting me was completely untraceable.

I had spent my life moving quickly, in fast forward, always on to the next thing. So I just stopped. I took the time to enjoy the simple things. Waking up next to Will in the mornings, just before his alarm went off for work, knowing that he would reach for me the second he switched the alarm off, with sometimes just a kiss or sometimes more. The level of comfort and safety I felt at night, knowing he was mine and that he would do anything to protect me. Enjoying the sight of him putting those muscles of his into work clothes and boots. I took the joy from the silence of the apartment; to be able to sit and know that I was okay, that I was happy and safe. Getting cheeky messages from him, usually on his lunch break that made me giggle like a little silly girl.

The realisation one day, standing out on the balcony that I was probably going to be okay, that just maybe I could do this happiness thing without getting any more scars.

The day I felt the beginning of the end of my perpetual wish for drugs or alcohol to bury my emotions.

Knowing that sometimes I could still be a little crazy, but Will still loved me for it.

I felt right, and for someone who had always felt so wrong over the years, it felt nice.

Will

              I didn’t tell Janey about the deliveries or the disappearing messages on her phone. I knew it would only worry her and I had enough worry for the two of us.

She seemed truly happy to be with me and I wanted to bottle up the feeling and keep them forever. I played it cool with everyone around me but I had moments through the day when I thought of her, at my place, and how much I wanted to just drop everything and go see her. I walked around with a permanent smile on my face, knowing that I would be inside her in a few hours. The only place I ever wanted to be.

Even though it was the happiest time for both of us, it felt like I was running out of time. I liked the Janey who stayed at my place and greeted me at the door in lingerie after a hard day at work. Or the times she wore my t-shirts over her naked body around the apartment. I felt like it wouldn’t last long once she went back to work and was influenced by others again. I wanted this version of Janey forever, where she seemed content for the first time since I had met her. I wanted her to be safe when she went back out into the world and I wanted to feel confident that she would return to me every night, where she belonged. She hadn’t touched alcohol, or even a cigarette and I was so proud of her. I knew she had turned a corner with her life and I only hoped she continued with it. Once she spread her wings again, there would be temptations at every step and I prayed she was strong enough.

Dead black roses began to be delivered to the penthouse and I hated how the sender knew her whereabouts. Zac worked tirelessly to get some sort of a trace on them; he managed to find the delivery company and then hacked into their system to obtain the sender details. He only found an address, which turned out to be an empty lot in the middle of an industrial estate.

We had given her a new phone, while her old phone stayed with Zac. He monitored the incoming messages and tried everything he could to trace them back. Nothing he did seemed to work. The sender was toying with us, like they knew we had no chance of finding them.

We had our theories of who the sender might be.

The one person that enjoyed destroying Janey.

The messages didn’t stop and each one made my blood boil further. We seemed to go around in circles in a world where he didn’t exist. We were no closer to finding the truth and the deliveries kept coming.

Dead roses then changed to photos. The first photo I received was of Janey, sitting on a city street, obviously off her head with either drugs or alcohol. She was laughing as a hand reached out to help her out. I didn’t know who the hand belonged to, or when it had been taken but I stopped myself from showing it to her and asking. She was aware that some fucker out there was sending messages to hurt her, but did she know they were stalking her as well?

The next photo delivered was of her at a club, up against a wall with her eyes closed as someone held her and kissed her neck. That someone wasn’t me, and it had the obvious desired effect on me. I ripped it up in a silent rage of jealousy. Zac would be pissed that I had ripped up the evidence but I didn’t care.

The next photo delivered was a close up of her on a bed. It wasn’t her room or any other room I recognised, but it looked very much like a hotel room with its standard decor. She looked to be asleep or maybe even passed out and naked. The idea that this sick fuck had either been with her or was watching her be with someone else sent my blood boiling.

The photos that kept coming were quietly knifing me each time I received one. The pain of seeing my girl, alone and vulnerable, killed me inside. Zac was livid that this sick fuck was getting the better of all of us. The messages were so highly encrypted it would take more than him to unravel the sender’s details. The irony of the photos being sent, all offline, delivered by post, made it clear that the sender knew of Zac’s abilities. Zac wanted to get Janey involved. He wanted me to show them to her and get her to remember who she had been with and work out when they had been taken.

I refused.

I had the happy version of my beautiful girl back and I wouldn’t risk that for anything.

Janey

I went back to work. Will kept his involvement in my return to the club on the down-low at my request because I needed to do this for myself. I was excited to see Tilly and Sebastian again and soon fell into a nice working rhythm. Will picked me up at the end of my shifts, even though he needed to start work only hours later while I slept. It was just a Will thing, where he always wanted to put me first. It was one of the many things I loved about him.

I always looked forward to the early hours of the morning, when we were alone, free to be ourselves. Will sometimes seemed to be worried or pre-occupied at times but when we were together in those early hours, I had all of him.

The new Janey loved this.

The old Janey was waiting for something to make it all crash into a burning mess.

So I kept on, walking tentatively around my new life, enjoying the small moments and the specialness of it all.

Sebastian, Tilly and I had a good relationship at work: we worked hard, we laughed, and we had fun. Sebastian constantly invited me back to his place after work where there was always a party going on and I always refused, happy to be going home to be with my Will. It took one night of begging, and a night where Will was out with the boys, that made me finally accept Sebastian’s invite. Tilly was coming with us and I agreed that I would only come for an hour. As I finished my shift that night, I texted Will.

Janey
- Going out for an hour with Tilly. See you soon xx

Will
- Have fun. Be careful. Will be home soon anyway

I was longer than an hour; I soon lost track of time.

I guess I hadn’t been careful either.

I remember going to a house party and meeting Sebastian’s friends, getting swept up in the madness and fun of it all. I remember clearly refusing to drink alcohol or take any of the drugs offered to me.

I lost my phone somewhere along the way.

Even my shoes.

Tilly had vanished somewhere without me and I was alone. At some point through the night, I realised that there were drugs in my system and I had no recollection of taking them.

I opened my eyes and found myself whirring around in circles. Bright lights burned my eyes and I felt sick. There was awful music playing and the seat I was lying on was hard and uncomfortable. I saw the movement around me, of animals slowly moving up and down around me. I tried to recall the events of the night and how I had ended up there. My mind was blank except for the debilitating hatred I had for myself. I always ruined everything, I was a destroyer and no matter how hard I worked at being good, deep down I was always going to be bad.

Will

“Where the fuck is she?” I asked into the phone.

“I don’t know,” said the bodyguard. “You gave me the night off?”

“How the fuck did I give you the night off?” I exclaimed, panic now overtaking the anger I felt.

“You texted me saying to take - ” he paused and let out a deep breath. “Shit.”

“You’re fired,” I said ending the call, in full panic mode now.

Zac saw my face and knew we were in trouble.

It took over an hour, but we eventually found her; it was Tilly’s phone signal that led us to a house party full of drugged-up douche bags. Janey’s phone had remained off which had caused us concern, as she had promised to always keep it on from now on. I found Tilly in one of the rooms in a compromising position that I was sure my half-brother would not be happy about but it was the least of my concerns as I pulled Tilly from the room and demanded answers.

“I don’t know where she is,” she slurred, her makeup smudged on her face and her eyes unable to focus on me.

“You came here with her and just left her alone in a house full of strangers?” I asked, my temper reaching its limit.

“Not everyone here is a stranger,” she slurred.

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” I asked, my eyes narrowing onto her glazed eyes.

“I’m sorry okay,” she said. “Don’t tell Jake.”

“Leave her; she’s fucking useless,” said Zac, trying to contain his agitation. I searched for Sebastian and eventually found him amongst a group of guys doing shots.

“Where is she?!” I bellowed, storming through his group and grabbing him by the neck. His friends rallied around me, wanting to pull me off him until Zac and Noah pushed them back. Someone recognised Noah from his underground fight and told the others to back off if they knew what was good for them.

“Where is she?” I asked, squeezing Sebastian’s neck. His eyes popped and he let out a gurgle. Anger ripped through me and I wanted to suddenly squeeze harder and end this excuse of a guy. He had come between us and had now put Janey in trouble.

              “Has anyone seen this girl?” Noah shouted, showing a photo of Janey on his phone. The crowd closest to us, looked at the screen shaking their heads. Sebastian gurgled something and I loosened my grip on him. He gasped out an address but pleaded he knew nothing else.

She had left the party with someone.

My carefully constructed bubble of happiness suddenly burst and the years of torment of the unknown smacked me in the head. Things had obviously been going too well. She had relapsed and God knows what she had done. I let Sebastian go and he stumbled back, holding his neck.

“You and I are not finished,” I growled, before leaving the party.