Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) (27 page)

“H
ey beautiful.”

Jake’s voice interrupts my thoughts, bringing me out of my inner musings.

I look up to find him staring thoughtfully at me from the doorway. His eyes fixed on mine, searching their depths for an answer of his own.

“Hey, you get everything sorted out with Tina?”

He nods at me but doesn’t answer.

I shift my body to make room for him to join me, causing the bubble filled water to splash over the sides. I beckon him towards me with outstretched arms, “Let me bathe you; I swear this water has healing properties because I feel like a whole new person. I’m sure twenty minutes in here with me will wash away all those thoughts that I can see swimming around in your head.”

He offers me a small smile before reaching behind his head and grabbing the neck of his t-shirt; in one smooth movement he drags it off his body and drops it to the floor, revealing his smooth, firm chest and causing my pulse to spike in appreciation.

His gaze fills with lust as he rakes his eyes over the areas of my body that are peeking out from the bubbles. Even though my breasts are totally hidden, his eyes still linger there, like his burning gaze alone will cause the water to evaporate, exposing me to him.

“Twenty minutes in there with you will include a lot more than just bathing. Are you ready for me Emmy?”

I lick my lips in response, the heating of my blood causing small beads of moisture to appear all over my exposed skin.

“Scoot forward, I want to have you in my arms.”

He pops the top button of his jeans then proceeds to unbutton the rest at a leisurely pace, my eyes following his fingers greedily.

“Don’t look at me like that Emmy or I’ll drag you out of the bath soaking wet, lay you out across the tiled floor and fuck you hard and fast. And as much as I’m dying to do just that, I want to get in the tub with you and hold you more. So scoot forward.”

I internally debate ignoring his demand, the floor sounding like a tempting offer but when I tear my eyes away from the bulge in the front of his boxers and look back up at his face, I see love, lust and something else warring for dominance in his features.

Slowly rising from the water so my breasts are fully exposed, I move my body forward just enough for him to get in behind me. I’ve never been this brazen with someone before as I’ve always felt uncomfortable with my body but I have none of those doubts with Jake; he makes me feel confident in my skin.

I feel powerful with his eyes on me, like I am the one holding all the cards; most of all he makes me feel desired, loved and cherished.

Slipping straight in behind me he wastes no time in wrapping an arm around my middle and pulling me back to his chest, his legs bracketing mine, one arm just under my breasts, the other reaching forward to grab with washcloth.

“Lie back, close your eyes and let me take care of you.” His voice is warm and raspy in my ear, sending shivers skittering over my skin.

Taking my body wash from the side of the tub, he applies a liberal amount to the washcloth and proceeds to bathe me, starting at my shoulders and neck.

I instantly relax into his touch, my head tipped back on his shoulder, absorbing the gentle but firm pressure he uses to cleanse me.

“Did you speak to your father?”

His voice is low, almost like he doesn’t want to break the tranquillity of the moment.

“Yes. He’s ….. hurt. My mother has buggered off on a round the world cruise without so much as a goodbye. He’s staying in a Travelodge and I feel guilty for leaving him on his own.”

He moves his ministrations from my neck and shoulders, down to my abdomen; the edge of the cloth occasionally flicking low enough to cause heat to pool between my legs.

“Tell him to take my room at Nate’s. I’ll check with him but I know he’ll be cool with it. That way he’ll get some company when Nate is home and can look after the place when he’s in Ibiza.” He makes the idea sound so simple.

“I don’t think he will but thanks for thinking of him.” I place my hands on his legs and begin to innocently smooth my fingers over his thighs.

“Please stop touching me Emmy, I’m not done washing you and with every movement of your fingers, I’m getting closer to losing it. You will make me embarrass myself like a teenage boy if you carry on.” He groans in frustration when I stop.

“You told me stop.” I chuckle.

“I know I did, it’s just …..
fuck
, you drive me crazy. Your presence alone makes me hard, add that to your touch and I’m about to go out of my ever lovin’ mind.”

I giggle, I can’t help it. He’s trying so hard to make this all about comfort but I can feel his raging hard on pressing up against my bum.

“Don’t wiggle around like that either. Fucking hell you are
killing
me.”

In one swift movement he’s standing and scooping me up in his arms. Water splashes everywhere and bubbles are running down the outside of the tub like Niagara Falls.

I laugh in earnest, slipping in his grasp the more I wiggle around but he doesn’t drop me.

He strides from the catastrophic mess in the bathroom, straight through to the bedroom, water following in our wake.

Still dripping wet, he all but throws me on the bed, leaving me breathless with giggles and surrounded by soaking wet sheets.

He’s not laughing though; he’s just standing there staring at me, chest heaving, cock throbbing and eyes burning with lust.

After drinking in his fill of my wet body with his eyes, he stalks towards his discarded jeans, removes a condom from the pocket and then turns to face me on the bed.

“I want your mouth on me.”

His words are a demand and I love how he loses control with me, unable to ask, desperate to take.

I lean up on my elbows, ready to provide what he wants, my mouth watering at the thought of finally taking him between my lips.

“Stop. Don’t move. Lie back down.”

I never hesitate when he commands me and it surprises me. I never thought I’d like to be dominated in bed but when I have Jake naked, hard and wanting in front of me, his words, his tone and the fierce possession in his eyes are my undoing.

I lie back down, wet and spread-eagle in front of him, just waiting to see what he will do next and the anticipation is almost painful. I want to rub my thighs together to soothe the ache that’s building there.

His eyes wander my body before settling back on my face. I’m practically panting now, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Without saying another word he steps closer to the bed, before kneeling by my side, not yet touching me.

“Jake.” His name is a plea on my lips; an imploration for more, for him.

Lifting one leg he straddles my waist but not to kiss me, well not to kiss me on the mouth.

His back is to me, the strong muscles rippling as he bends forward until he’s kissing my feet, suckling my toes. The sensation is both erotic and titillating and I have to suppress a breathy giggle.

The impressive view I have helps to distract me; his strong, muscular thighs, his firm, smooth arse and his thick cock, hard and heavy between his legs.

I am about to reach out to touch him, to cup his balls, to rake my fingers down his back, when he slowly begins to move up the bed, bringing that which I want to taste, lick and suck, closer and closer to my greedy mouth.

His head descends between my thighs at the same time he brings his cock down towards my lips and our mouths reach their desired goals at the exact same time, causing groans to simultaneously escape us both.

I undulate beneath him, his mouth and tongue doing wickedly delicious things to me; forcing me to have to concentrate on giving as well as receiving.

I lick, suck, gently nip and swallow as much of him as I physically can. Relishing in the thrusting of his hips and the moans escaping his lips; moans that heighten the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh.

I am just about to cry out my release when he abruptly removes his cock from my mouth, gives my soft, wet and over sensitive skin one last long lick and spins around so we are face to face. I do not have chance to draw in a breath before his lips are on mine, his tongue pillaging my mouth, intermingling the taste of both our arousals.

All other thoughts that previously filled my head float away with my desire.

It’s just us, our still damp bodies and the heady sensations of skin on skin.

Breaking our kiss, he leans up on his elbows, his chest panting, his eyelids heavy, “Say it Emmy.”

His demand is spoken while he quickly and careful sheaths his cock, running the silken tip over my needy flesh.

“I’m yours.”

His eyes spark with possessives and he pushes into me in one strong thrust.

“Mine.”

M
oving on with your life always comes at a cost.

T
he cost to move on with mine had a price tag.

Two million pounds.

Two fucking million.

Does she seriously think I have that kind of cash?

Yes, my earnings have increased significantly since signing up for VB but nothing on that scale. I have no choice. I will come up with the money and put this whole fucking mess behind me.

Behind us.

“F
ind a way to give it to her.”

My voice echoes off the walls of Tina’s hotel room; the silence of the people surrounding me is more telling than any words.

I run my hands through my hair for the umpteenth time today and get up to pace the room.

“Foxy, you don’t have those kinds of funds at the moment, not unless you sell your soul to a few tabloids or pick up some top advertising deals…”

I interrupt her lecture “Find me some fucking tabloids to sell my soul to then Tina or any deals that pay well. I’ll advertise fucking tampons if they pay me enough to get this bitch off my back for good.”

“Well you could always … “

“No.” I cut her off; I know what she’s about to say because she’s mentioned it twice already.

“I will not bring Emma into this and we are
not
selling any details of our story, it’s off fucking limits. Find another way.”

“But …” her voice is like the persistent buzz of an annoying fly.

“No fucking buts, this is my mess, she is not to be brought into this. In fact do your best to keep all mentions of her out of the press whenever possible. That shit her mother pulled was fucking despicable. I will not willingly expose her to any more.”

She huffs out a frustrated sigh, “Okay, we will do this your way. Just give me time to put some feelers out there before you go promising your fake baby mamma any cash. Deal?”

“Deal.”

T
he next hour or so is spent discussing my obligations for tomorrow and the travel arrangements and interviews set up for Australia for the following day.

“I’ll be bringing Emma to the junket tomorrow, she won’t get in the way and she will not be available for any press questions, make sure to have that known. If that means having an interconnecting room for the junket, where she can stay with you guys while I do interviews, that’s fine but I won’t be leaving her behind.”

Tina eyes me speculatively before Nina interrupts, “I’ll make sure it’s in the press pack. That doesn’t mean some of them won’t try to ask. Just be prepared.”

I grab my phone and key card from the table, “If we’re done, I’ll see you all in the morning.”

Just as I’m about to open the door and leave, Tina’s voice comes from close behind me.

“Foxy, hold up.” I turn to face her, one hand still on the door handle.

“I hope she’s worth it.” Her typically stoic face has a softness to it I’ve never seen before.

“And more.” I breathe out before turning my back to her and walking from the room.

A
rriving to an empty suite a few minutes later, I check my phone to see if Emma has texted to let me know that she’s left but the muffled sound of music coming from the bathroom is all I need to find her.

The door is slightly ajar and I open it fully to be greeted with a sight that instantly catches my breath and causes my dick to pay attention.

Emma is lying in a bath filled with bubbles, eyes closed, listening to the deep, raspy tone of
George Ezra.

She is totally submerged in the water, the bubbles hiding her entire body, except for her tanned shoulders and neck, from my greedy eyes. Despite this I have memorized every curve and sweep of her skin; I know where every freckle and crease is and I can see them all in glorious Technicolor.

“Hey beautiful.”

The rasp in my voice betrays my need and her eyes pop open, quickly roving over my body the way I surreptitiously did hers only a few seconds ago.

Knowing that she wants and needs
me, with the same ferocity that I do her, pumps blood straight down to my balls wakening my dick further.

I slowly disrobe and join her in the water. Her back is pressed against my front and my legs surround her body; giving me both a sense of peace and yet causing a raging fire in my belly.

Slowly washing her skin is a tortuous bliss as my libido screams at me to just fuck her, to just take what belongs to me; while my heart tells me to slow down and relish in every second of this contentment.