Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4) (20 page)

And I had just sold it to Jack. Lock, stock and barrel.

“Why are you going?” Jack asked suddenly.

After taking a sip of coffee, I answered him. “I need more than what life is at the moment. It’s as simple as that.”

He frowned as he took a large bite of his muffin. “You see, that’s what I don’t get. You have friends, a business which is doing well, your family is here, and Jakob has his dad nearby.”

Listing them made it sound like I was ungrateful for what I had, but it wasn’t that. I nodded, accepting his statement. “And even with all that,” I sighed hating the way I sounded whiney. “I’m lonely, Jack. Yes, I have friends, but they have lives, families of their own. The business closes at 6 o’clock, and then I have nothing until it opens at 9 the next morning. That’s no life. And the opportunities that will be available to Jakob in the US will be amazing.”

He shrugged, pushing the rest of his cake into his mouth and talking around it. “And there are some amazing opportunities for Jakob here. Britain isn’t living in the dark ages Zoe. We have some incredible prospects for him too.”

“I know,” I conceded with a whisper.

He leaned across, taking my hand and giving me a soft smile. “I’m not interfering Zoe, just promise me you will think hard about what you’re doing. Start from the beginning, be honest with yourself before you decide what to do.”

“Okay, I promise.” He smiled widely, gulping at his cup of tea to wash down his cake.

“You know, if I didn’t have a thing for dick, I’d treat you the way you deserve.”

I chuckled, “I know you would, Jack. And if you ever decide you want to give boobs a go, then I’ll be here.”

He winked, giving me the dirty grin only he could master. “Come one, drink up and let’s get back to work, it’s nearly closing time and Brett will be ready for caving someone’s head in.”

I laughed, nodding and agreeing with him over Brett’s lack of patience with the customers. I was lucky though, I had the best staff and I would miss them all when I had gone.

“HENRY!” I HISSED into the dark back garden. Bloody dog. If he’d taken off after the pink poodle next door again I was going to hang him up by his balls. “Henry!”

I was tired and ready for my bed. I shivered at the cold when I stepped onto the patio to set off the sensor for the floodlight.

A scream left me and I jumped back when Daniel’s face was hit by the bright yellow light. He looked spooky, his eyes were bloodshot and the light turned the whites of his eyes an eerie yellow colour. The way his jaw dropped at one side and he held on to the fence told me he wasn’t just drunk, he was plastered.

“Daniel? What the hell are you doing?”

He grinned at me then fell forward, his whole body hitting the floor with a hard thud. He grunted and I stared. Henry found him and started to rapidly lick his face.

“Jesus Christ!” I moaned, “I really am not in the mood for this tonight.”

I slid my arms around him and pulled him up. He was a dead weight but he managed to shuffle his feet, helping me to move him inside.

We both fell onto the couch, me silently seething and Daniel laughing loudly.

“Wait there while I get you some coffee.”

He grumbled at me, trying to make a swipe for me when I stepped away but his reactions were slow and I glared at him. “Do not puke on my furniture.”

He saluted me, his fingers prodding at his temple. “I love it when you’re angry,” he slurred. “It makes your eyes go wild and my cock point in your direction.”

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I walked into the kitchen and switched on the kettle, I doubted he could even manage a semi-erection the state he was in. My mind drifted back to Spirit and Bulk’s wedding. Daniel had turned up drunk there too. It was becoming regular for him and that saddened me because I knew he was hurting inside, enough to want to obliterate the pain anyway.

He was asleep when I returned with his coffee, his body curled up on my sofa as he hugged a pillow. His body rose and fell heavily with each of his snores but he was peaceful and I smiled softly, dipping beside him to settle on the floor and placing his coffee on the table as I took huge gulps of my own. It was going to be a long night.

MY HEAD WAS thumping as hard as my heart. My fingers ran through the length of her soft blond waves. Her face was squashed against the sofa beside me, a bucket between her knees from where she had cared for me through the night. I couldn’t remember anything after leaving the club and making my way here, needing to be near her.

The visit with my parents had gone as I’d expected, and as was tradition, I had buried their harsh words with alcohol, but this time, no sex. I had always gone to see Penny after, and drown my sorrows inside her, yet this time all I had wanted was Ink, and not just for sex but just to be near her.

I always came away feeling like the scum of the earth when I’d visited my parent’s but this time, their fury had outweighed any other time. But at least now they understood why my relationship with Ann had gone wrong.

This time though, they finally did what they’d been wanting to for years, they’d disowned me. I was nothing to them anymore. It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did. I knew their feelings for me, yet to have them voiced so bluntly had chipped away at my heart with each of their disgusted glares and comments.

“You’re hurting.”

Her whisper made me jump. I didn’t realise she had woken. She didn’t move. Her head remained still, her eyes closed and her breathing was still regular and soft.

“Tell me why, Daniel.”

I swallowed back the need to do what she invited, yet I could never drag her into my life or my past. If she found out, she would never forgive me. So diverting, I twisted her hair around my fingers and guided her head until she was facing me, her eyes opening and finding mine.

“Was I a bastard?”

A smile curved her delicious lips and I licked my own, fighting with the need to taste her. “You’re always a bastard, drunk or not.”

I narrowed my eyes on her and pulled her gently until she had no choice but to straddle my chest, my body laid flat out on the sofa. “Kiss me.”

She reared back and shook her head. “You’ll have morning after breath. No way.”

I shrugged and lifted my hips, grinding my cock into her pelvis. “Then kiss my cock.” She squirmed, making my dick harden even further. “He has morning after pre-cum specially waiting for you.”

Her eyes searched my face, resting for a moment on my mouth. She reached out, stroking her thumb over my lips, a sadness dimming the bright blue of her eyes. “Daniel.”

Taking her hand in mine, I moved her touch away from my lips. I didn’t deserve her softness yet I couldn’t help but palm her face. “Don’t Ink, not today.”

“Why?” She was hurt that I couldn’t be honest with her and I understood that but it was truths that would ruin what we had just found.

“Because some things are just irrelevant to our relationship. They won’t make a speck of difference whether I tell you my secrets or not.”

“I don’t care, I want to help you.”

I scoffed, not meaning to hurt her feelings but she flinched. “Zoe, I care too much about you to hurt you with details of my life. There’s nothing you can do to help, because there’s nothing to help me with.”

She knew I was lying but luckily she accepted my refusal to share. “You were very drunk.” A small devious tilt of her eyebrow worried me. She was mocking me and I couldn’t help but groan.

“And…?”

“And,” she folded her arms across my chest and leant forward so her warm breath tickled my eyelashes causing me to blink. “And you told me one of your fantasies.”

I stilled, my eyes widening on her. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” She giggled when I slid my hands up her vest, tickling her sides until I spread my fingers over her ribs and ran my thumbs across the underside of her breasts.

“Tell me.”

She shook her head slowly, lowering her mouth to mine. “I might surprise you one day.”

She didn’t give me an opportunity to reply before she met my mouth with hers and slid the tip of her tongue across my lip, asking me to invite her inside. I didn’t argue, I never would where Ink was concerned. I swallowed her deep moan when I pinched her nipple with my thumb and finger, rolling the swollen flesh between my fingers. She rocked over my cock, her tiny bed shorts doing nothing to hold back her arousal and soaking my dick through my shorts.

Her eyes held mine as she broke the kiss and slowly slid down my body, my eyes fixed to hers on her journey. I was panting by the time her face met my shorts and she traced the edge of my erection with her tongue, dampening the cotton and moulding the material even more to my hard cock.

She looked up at me, the soft look in her eyes a complete contradiction to how she was squirming on my thighs. Running her finger along the hem of my shorts, she then pulled them down, allowing my cock to spring free.

She moved her gaze then, her look now smouldering when she witnessed the glistening head of my cock. Her throat bobbed when she swallowed, her tongue stroking her lips when her hunger intensified.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” she whispered, studying it like it was some sort of prize.

“It’s even more beautiful when it’s sliding into your mouth and filling your throat.”

I shivered as she tickled my balls with her tongue and slid the tip right up the centre until she lapped at the moisture spilling from the end. “Is this just for me?” Her question and the tone of it caused me to groan. She knew it was her answer, that I couldn’t particularly form any words right then.

She tortured me, fucking cruelly, as she tormented every inch with her tongue, refusing to take me all inside her mouth. Yet at the same time I couldn’t look away from her idolisation, the way her eyes flickered closed with every caress of her tongue showed me she was enjoying it just as much as me.

“You’re so greedy.” She looked up at me when I took my cock in hand and fisted her hair in my other and then guided myself between her lips as I pulled her head down, making her take me all.

Fucking Christ. My heart rate soared when her lips actually caressed my balls. I’d always been in awe of Zoe’s ability to take me down her throat. I know I wasn’t huge, not like Bulk anyway, but I wasn’t exactly small, the just above average nine inch still a lot to tickle her tonsils with.

She sucked hard as her tongue pressed against the underneath of my shaft and heated the swollen vein that right then was pulsing with the surge of blood. Her hand cupped my balls, her fingers rolling and squeezing whilst her mouth fucked me, her head bobbing more furiously as my grip on her hair tightened.

The way her tight little mouth moulded around my dick felt incredible, each suck of me and each pinch of my bollocks pulling my cum further and further towards explosion.

She felt me swell inside her mouth and her eyes came back to mine before she pulled off me and wrapped her fingers around my cock, her fist stroking as fast as her mouth had. “Come on my face, baby. I want you to own me.”

Oh fuck. I growled at her, my gut clenching as my balls squeezed out their contents and spewed ribbons of hot cum all over her stunning face. Her little mouth opened so she could feast on everything I gave her, my spunk spraying over her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and into her mouth, her tongue poking out to catch the torrent.

Taking her waist in my hands, I pulled her up my body until her pussy lined up with my face. I felt her hands fall onto the floor to steady herself when the rest of her body tumbled over the arm of the sofa and her knees supported her either side of my head.

I didn’t even remove her shorts, I just pushed them aside and instantly took her swollen little clit with my lips and sucked as hard as she’d sucked me. Her hips bucked sharply but I didn’t reduce the intensity with which I ate her out. Her pussy welcomed two fingers easily, her arousal granting me both her taste and an easy slick access.

“Daniel!” she groaned when I flicked her clit and turned my hand so I could slip my little finger into her arse. “Harder. Faster. Please.”

I gave her what she wanted, fucking her tight ass and her hot pussy with my fingers while teasing her clit with my tongue, lips and teeth. She came with a loud moan and a cry of my name, her knees squashing my head until I was grimacing with the pressure, yet I didn’t care. Removing my fingers as her body accepted her orgasm with intense spasms I lapped at her cum, savouring her unique taste on my tongue and delighting in what we both knew belonged to me.