Resist (London) (23 page)

Fuck my girl
’s hot.

“Are you not going to join me?” She asked, fluttering her eyelashes, trying to look innocent.

She wasn’t innocent, she was torturing me. Two could play that game though. Minx.

“Remember all those months ago, when you were in the bath, and I walked in here, sat down right here...” I sat on the closed toilet lid. “And you said I wasn’t allowed to be in here?”

She frowned, not understanding what I was doing.

Good.

“Yeah. But what does that have to do with now?”

“The whole time you were screeching about just being friends, and not being allowed to see you naked...all that bullshit. I wondered how you’d react if I just...”

I leaned back, ensuring she could see every last inch, as I stroked myself. I watched her face as realisation dawned on her. Her pupils dilated and breathing picked up, so I increased my speed.

Sliding my hand down my shaft, I squeezed lightly at the bottom and groaned. Seeing her eyes on me the whole time, I was lucky I didn’t embarrass myself and come, in seconds. I was so fucking turned on, it damn well could have happened.
I closed my eyes, my body ached with a need that I couldn’t satisfy, only she could do that. Only ever her.

“Mason...” She moaned my name and my eyes shot back to hers.

She wasn’t watching anymore, her eyes were closed and her face was a picture of ecstasy. Her teeth had sank into her bottom lip.

She was playing me at my own game. I stood and walked over to the bath, one hand had disappeared under the water and between her legs.

Holy fuck.

I never knew how hot it would be to watch her. It was the most erotic torture. Fuck it, she won.

“Move over.”

I didn’t even recognise my own voice, straining with the effort to gain some semblance of control. I was ready to go off at any second and there was no way I was letting that happen, no matter what game was being played.

“Why?”

“Because I’m getting in.”

She didn’t even attempt to hide her smirk. I didn’t
care, she played me at my own game and won...and I’d let her win all over again if it meant I’d get to be inside her. She edged backwards, sitting up slightly and opened her legs, making enough space for me to fit at the end.

I wasn’t having that
though, I knelt in the water between her thighs and covered her with my body.

Her breathy gasp shot straight through me and my dick pulsed. Fuck, the girl had no idea how much she turned me on.

The bath wasn’t big or comfortable enough for both of us, but I made it work.

Safe to say, by the time we got out, the water was cold and our skin had wrinkled. I couldn’t give a fuck, it was worth every second.

She was mine and she loved me.

Epilogue

Harper

Standing at the end of the aisle, looking at all the guests in their high-end suits and fancy dresses, I couldn’t help but think back over everything that had happened in the last two years.

I wasn’t a different person. I was pretty much exactly the same. I still spoke before I thought; I still didn’t hold my tongue and I still wore dresses that were too short. But I woke up with a smile on my face, every...single...day.

I never really knew how much difference waking up with the person you love sleeping beside you, could actually make.

Mason didn’t really leave after we were made ‘official’. He slept in my bed every night, and when he had to sleep at home, I went there too.

I remember Jase saying, “Spending too much time together isn’t healthy.”

But he was wrong, we were more in love with each and every day and if we weren’t working, we were together. I know, I know, it’s disgustingly cheesy, but it’s true, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I never went back to my mums, she’s just a person now, she tried to contact me a few times but when I eventually picked up and told her I didn’t want to speak to her and if she continued to call me, I’d call the police and report her for harassment, the calls stopped.

Funny that.

But not before she told me that I was a child of the devil and I didn’t deserve her time anyway.

Honestly? I think she was just lonely, and a little bit crazy. But hey, I’m a little bit crazy too!

So yes, things were good. Really good in fact. But that’s not to say we didn’t argue. We did. Fairly often.

Maybe not arguing, so much as ‘bickering’. Neither of us liked to lose, and we had different opinions on, well, a lot of things. But that’s what made life interesting.

I would never want to live a boring, mundane life anyway. I spent six years living exactly the way I wanted to, and I wasn’t going to change that.

We both live exactly how we want to, just...together.

It works.

“You ready, girl?”

Jase’s question pulled me back to the present and I nodded, then slipped my hand into the crook of his arm and waited for the music to play.

Everything was so beautiful. The pews were decorated in white and teal sashes and huge bouquets of lilies stood at the end of the aisle. I loved it. It couldn’t have been more perfect. As soon as the first strings of the wedding march began to play, I fought back the tears forming in my eyes, and took my first step.

Mason

Watching her walk down the aisle towards me, my palms were sweating and my pulse was racing.

Even after two years, she still had no idea just
how much
she affected me. She was so fucking beautiful, it made my heart ache. I still thanked my lucky stars every day that she was mine.

She was a vision. Honest to god, she looked like an angel...if angels wore silk, teal bridesmaid dresses.

Standing next to Jax at the altar, I couldn’t help but wait for the day that I got to stand in his place, watching walk down the aisle towards me again, in a white dress, on the day that I could tie her to me forever.

I knew she wouldn’t go for that though, not yet anyway! She’s still a stubborn minx at the best of times and I
probably
wouldn’t have her any other way.

I wanted her to move in with me straight away. As in, the same night after I’d been to see her mum. And let’s just
say, that idea didn’t go down to well.

Commence argument which eventually led to her telling me that I was a controlling, pushy bastard and I should be glad that I’ve got a ‘fucking gorgeous face and a body that makes girls weep’ else she wouldn’t have given me the time of day.

I knew she was lying. She just wanted a reaction from me. She got one. I told her she was a fucked-up, prissy bitch and
she
should be glad that she’s got a killer figure, eyes that I could get lost in and a mouth that I thought needed filling.

It’s safe to say, our arguments have become somewhat ‘legendary’ in our weird little group.

So no, she didn’t move in straight away, she waited until she graduated, then she wanted to wait until she had a job, then she made me wait another six weeks, in her words... “Just because.”

Stubborn minx.

Is it weird that we still live with Jax, Taylor and Ruben?

No not really.

Firstly, the house is fucking huge. If I didn’t want to see anyone else that lived there, I wouldn’t have to! And secondly, even though they’ve just got married, Jax and Tay still hardly leave their room if they don’t have to. It’s disgusting...for them. It’s okay for me and my Sunshine to do it!

And lastly, Ruben is hardly ever there anyway. I wish I could say I knew what had changed with him, some days he was like the old Ruben, others...not so much. Years now, he’s been hiding something, he thinks he’s fooling everyone, but we all see it. Whatever it is, I hope he figures it out eventually. I hate him having secrets from me. But he’s a grown man and he’s entitled to his own life, I guess.

I assume we’ll get our own place eventually, probably sooner rather than later seeing as I wanted to really be on our own, away from everyone else. But whatever happens, just happens.

That’s my new motto.

I kind of have to go with the flow with Harper. Mainly because I never know what I’m going to get from day to day. And I love that.

Nothing is ever predictable, most things are a challenge and she’s still the absolute love of my life.

It doesn’t really get much better than that.

The End!

I know you’re probably all wondering what Ruben is hiding and I’m excited for all of you to read his story! Keep reading if you fancy a
sneak peek at Ruben and Lydia’s story...

Coming Early 2014!

Chapter one

Lydia

“Honey, I’m home!” I called, as I closed the front door.

I say ‘closed’, it’s more of a shove-it-with-your-shoulder-until-it-eventually-clicks...sort of thing, but I’ve learned to live with it.

“We’ve got to get that door fixed babe, it’s not safe.”

“Not safe? It takes a few kicks and shoves for it to open! Any burglars would have to be pretty damn determined to get in here. Oh, and
we
haven’t got to do anything, I’ll get it sorted when I’ve got money.”

I got ‘a look’. I knew what that look meant, he was not impressed. He never really did appreciate any sarcasm when it came to my safety. I can’t really blame him exactly, but it’s been months since anything’s happened, I feel safer now anyway.

Plus, he didn’t even live there, it wasn’t his responsibility, he never seemed to understand that.

I grumbled under my breath light heartedly and shuffled over towards him. I could smell food and my stomach rumbled.

“You didn’t have to cook honey, I could have made something.”

“You’ve been at work since six this morning. I told you I’d be here
tonight, I’ve grilled steaks for us. Sit down, chill out, and I’ll bring it in. You want water? Or wine?”

“I have wine?” I asked.

“You do now.”

He.
Was. A. God. My mouth was salivating, he’s always been so good to me, but steaks
and
wine? I wondered what the occasion was.

“Wine would be great, thank you. Are we celebrating?”

A funny look crossed his face. That had been happening more and more often lately, but I still chose to ignore it.

“No babe, I just wanted to treat you.”

“You shouldn’t spend your money on me, Ruben! How many times do you need me to say this?”

I didn’t want to argue with him, but this discussion always seemed to lead to that. I hated the thought of taking anything off anyone. I despised it. I know it’s stupid, sort of. I just want to prove that I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself, and I am...perfectly capable that is.

“Not tonight Lydia, just let me do this for you ok? I had some, um, spare cash left over this week and thought it’d be nice. I can take it all and go home if you want?” He raised an eyebrow.

He had me there. He knew full well I wouldn’t say no to steaks. My stomach groaned loudly again and he smirked. That man always has known what’s best for me.

Ruben

Snuggling down under the covers, I pulled her into my arms.

The mattress was lumpy and it always gave me an ache in my shoulder, but I didn’t care. I’d sleep on that shitty mattress every day for the rest of my life if it meant she’d be right there with me.

I told her I’d move in, I’d help with the bills and food etc, but she won’t have any of it.
I don’t really know how I’d make it work either, but I’d figure something out, I always did. She’s so determined to be independent, I really don’t understand it. It’s almost as if she doesn’t realise that she’s been taking care of herself since she was barely out of nappies.

“Do you miss being a child?” She asked as we lay in bed.

“No, why would you even ask that? I’d never go back to those times.”

She shook her head against my shoulder, but continued to stare at the ceiling.

“Not that. I just mean, being a little kid, when you didn’t realise how hard life really was, and your biggest problem was choosing what colour nail varnish your doll was going to wear that day.”

I tried to avoid the question.

“I never was much of a fan of dolls.”

She giggled and slapped me on the stomach. I pulled her tighter to me, touching my cheek to hers. My distraction didn’t work.

“You know what I mean! I’m trying to ask a serious question here!”

I sighed. “Babe, I never even had that. I don’t even remember a time
when I was happy as a kid. But I’m happy now, I’ve been happy since I was fourteen and I’m even happier now that I have you. The past doesn’t matter anymore.”