‘Here!’ I shout. ‘I live here!’
‘Damn fucking right you do.’ His palm collides with my cheek again, reinforcing his words, before he’s clenching my hips again and pulling me back on each and every hard, punishing blow against my body.
Sparks start launching, the pressure at my core set to detonate loudly. I scream in delighted despair. This is way past severe. I really won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Is this part of his plan to keep me at home because if so, it’s going to work.
I feel his palm collide with my arse again and that last stinging slap rockets me into the most powerful, splintering climax I’ve ever experienced. I scream…very loudly – an echo around the room, sore throat, despairing, thrilling, satisfied scream.
‘Fuck!’ Jesse roars. I feel him tense, and then the grinding circles of his hips against my backside.
He moans.
I moan.
I’m shaking all over. Proper uncontrollable, tingling, rippling shakes.
One of my wrists is released from the cuffs and I pull my arm above my head as he collapses on top of me, flattening me beneath him. He holds himself inside me, jerking and kicking as he grinds around and around, extracting every modicum of pleasure from me.
I’m surprised at myself and my revelation. I’m a filthy, kinky minx! The heady combination of pleasure and soreness has totally knocked me out and despite my reservations, I’m glad I saw it through. That has just proved, beyond a doubt, I could never deny him.
He lays his arms over mine and dots light kisses at the nape of my neck while moaning and lazily gyrating his hips into me. ‘Friends?’ he whispers softly in my ear, nibbling my lobe. His soft velvet voice is a million miles away from the brutal sex Lord I’ve just encountered.
‘Where did that come from?’ I ask. I’m still in shock. I’ve met many levels of his sexual capabilities, but this one has dazed me completely. I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming. If that had been a sense fuck, I would have foregone everything, but I’ll keep that to myself.
He drags my lobe between his teeth. ‘Tell me we’re friends.’
‘We’re friends.’ I sigh. ‘Tell me where that came from.’
He reaches up and releases my other wrist from the cuffs, the absence of the heavy burden a relief. He slips out of me and flips me over, holding my wrists at either side of my head. I look up at him, waiting for an answer, but it doesn’t seem forthcoming. Should I keep my mouth shut?
He eventually speaks. ‘I like hearing you scream.’ He grins. ‘And I like knowing that I’m the one making you scream.’
Ha! Mission accomplished. ‘I have a sore throat.’ I pout.
He drops a kiss on my lips. ‘Are you hungry?’
‘No.’ I’m really not, and I’m not getting out of this bed either. It’s not even eight o’clock.
‘I’ll go and get you some water and then we can snuggle, deal?’ he asks, circling his nose with mine.
‘Deal.’ I agree. Snuggle? Is he kidding me? After that? This man is like the sex version of Jekyll and Hyde.
He gives me a light kiss before peeling himself away from me, and I crawl up the bed, settling on my front and reveling in his scent all over the sheets. I’m absolutely bushed and my arse stings a little. If I wasn’t so satisfied and sated, I would be enormously pissed off that he has just gotten the upper hand. He doesn’t know it, but he has just derailed my evening plans. I’m way too tired to pursue my truth fuck now.
I roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling and battle away the unwanted thoughts that are raiding my exhausted mind. How many women? I’ve maintained I don’t want to know the answer to that question – the one that keeps popping up, uninvited and pointlessly into my brain. But unreasonable curiosity is making its unwanted presence hard to ignore. If I wasn’t so shattered, I might give that direction of thought more attention, but I am, so I close my eyes and quietly thank Jesse for draining me of any energy to pursue my unreasonable fit of curiosity.
‘Baby, have I fucked you unconscious?’ The bed dips and I feel his warm, hard body flank me. I drag myself onto my side. ‘Strawberry?’ He brushes the cool, plump fruit across my bottom lip, and I open to take a bite. ‘Good?’
‘Very.’ I say around my mouthful of delicious, ripe strawberry. I’m definitely hungry for these.
He starts grazing on his lip. Oh no. What’s he thinking? My chews slow down as I watch his eyes dart around a bit.
He finally speaks. ‘You didn’t mean it, did you? When you said you didn’t live here?’
I pause mid-chew and look at the worried face in front of me. His frown line is slowly creeping across his brow. ‘You want me to live with you, but you won’t even tell me how old you are.’ I raise my eyebrows. He has got to see the weirdness in this. There’s a whole lot of other stuff as well, stuff that I’m trying my hardest to ignore – and failing – but I’ll stick to this minor detail for now.
‘What difference does my age make?’ he asks as he pops a strawberry into his own mouth.
I shake my head, watching him chew. ‘Okay,’ I swallow. ‘What do I tell my parents when they ask? In fact, what do I tell my family when they enquire about your profession?’
Profession? Is there a professional name for Jesse?
The cogs commence and he shrugs, slipping another strawberry past my lips. ‘Tell them I own a hotel.’
I accept his offering, but keep talking. I’m not going down easily here. ‘What if they would like to see this hotel?’ I mumble around my munching.
‘Then they can see it.’ He smiles. ‘You thought it was a hotel.’
I scowl at him. ‘You had me escorted around the premises by staff and locked me up in your office so no one could talk to me. Are you going to do the same with my Mum and Dad?’
‘I’ll show them around on a quiet day.’ he answers swiftly.
Has he thought about this already? I can’t believe I’m talking about the possibility of him meeting my parents. I can’t even begin to think about how my Mum and Dad will take to Jesse. Yes, he can turn the charm on, but I’m supposed to be young, free and single after seven years and two shitty relationships, and I doubt very much that he’ll be able to control his trampling behaviour, even with my parents.
‘What if they want to stay at this hotel?’ I fire back. ‘They live in Newquay, so they’ll be staying in a hotel if they come to visit.’
He starts laughing. ‘Should I put them in the communal room?’
I jab him in the stomach, which only serves to increase his amusement. I’m irritated that he’s finding my predicament so funny, but I’m also beginning to see snippets of this easygoing Jesse who everyone keeps telling me about. I don’t like him very much at the moment, though. ‘I’m glad you find my turmoil so funny, and you still haven’t answered the age issue.’ I grab a strawberry and shove it in my mouth.
He recovers from his laughing fit and turns serious eyes onto mine. ‘Ava, it would seem you’re looking for any excuse to get out of this.’ He reaches over and drags his finger across my bottom lip. ‘If your parents ask how old I am, then make an age up, however old you want me to be, I’ll be that. If they come to visit, then they will stay here. There are four spare bedrooms, all with bathrooms. Stop fighting it. Now, is that all?’ He arches an expectant brow at me.
Damn you Jesse Ward. ‘Are you going to trample my parents?’
‘If they get in my way.’ he says seriously.
I have a mental meltdown on the spot. My Mum is not slow in expressing her opinion, and my Dad, while a gentle giant, can be fierce when it comes to his children. This is not good news. I need to avoid the meeting my parent’s scenario for as long as possible – maybe even never.
‘Why were the police at The Manor?’ I shoot at him. This is another thing that’s playing on my mind.
He rolls his eyes. ‘I told you, some idiot is playing silly games.’
‘What sort of silly games?’
‘Ava, it’s nothing for you to worry about. End of.’ He presents me with another strawberry, and I reluctantly take it. He’s trying to stop me from asking irritating questions by keeping my mouth full.
It doesn’t stop me, though. ‘What about this mystery woman?’
‘She’s still a mystery.’ he answers swiftly and shortly.
‘So you asked Clive?’ I’m aggravating him now.
‘No, Ava, I haven’t had time.’ He’s very annoyed. He bloody has asked Clive, and he’s also asked him to keep his mouth shut. I need to be cute here, too. I’ll speak to security. I scowl at him, but he continues. ‘When can I take you shopping?’
What?
He must catch my alarmed face because his irritated expression softens immediately. ‘I owe you a dress and with the anniversary party coming up, I thought we could kill two birds with one stone.’
‘I have plenty of dresses.’ I grumble. A shopping trip with Jesse is at the top of my avoid to do list. I’ll walk out of the store looking like an Eskimo.
‘Are you going to defy me at every turn today, lady?’ He narrows his greens on me, and I give him my own little scowl in return, but I’m too exhausted to quarrel. Instead, I move myself into his chest and snuggle up to him. He might be an arrogant, challenging arse, but I’m completely in love with him and there is nothing I can do about it.