Six of Hearts(121)

I gasp, and our eyes lock. He stares at me, still finger-fucking me. “Try to deny it. I dare you,” he goes on with a dark, sexy look.

“I do….”

He puts his other hand to my lips to shush me, then picks me up and carries me into his room. I’ve only been in his bedroom here a handful of times, and it thrills me when he lays me down on the bed before stripping off every last item of clothing I have on.

I lie there, chest heaving, as he moves away from me. Seconds later, he’s gloriously naked and crawling back up my body. He spreads my legs, his mouth going straight for my sex. I cry out the second his tongue makes contact with my clit.

Jay’s right. It has been way too long.

He works on me in a frenzy, the both of us desperate for each other. He looks up at me, his eyes smouldering, and my cheeks heat. I love how quickly he can strip me bare, literally and figuratively. I brush my fingers through his hair in adoration, my heart so full it could burst. My body coils tight, and I know I’m going to come soon.

The orgasm hits me hard and quick, and as the pleasure is shattering through me, I blurt out a fervent declaration, “I love you, Jay. I love you so much.”

He smiles up at me, a crooked, dashing smile, and replies, “Yeah, ya do. Love you, too, Watson.”

“Come here,” I murmur, and pull him up my body, dragging his mouth to mine.

Our tongues collide as his erection teases between my legs. With one swift, hard thrust of his hips, he’s deep inside me. We break the kiss, and our gazes lock.

His hand cups one side of my face, his eyes reverent. “You’re my home, Matilda,” he breathes, his words a vow. “I feel at peace now. You’re mine.”

I moan as goose bumps break out all over my body. “Say it,” he demands.

“I’m yours,” I choke out, feeling like I’m fit to burst with the love that runs through me for this man. “I’m yours.”

A glorious smile splits his lips as a sheen of sweat forms at his temples. His mouth is over mine as he whispers, “Yeah, you are, and I’m yours.”

For hours he consumes me with his body, his passion overwhelming, his soul the perfect match for mine. He makes love to me until the sky starts to brighten, marking a brand-new day.





Thirty




A couple of days later, a letter arrives in the post for me and Dad. I immediately recognise the handwriting on the envelope, the frenetic, messy scrawl that belongs to Jay, and it makes me smile big. It also makes me even more eager to open it and see what’s inside. The tiny heart stamp with a six inside on the corner of the envelope is also a dead giveaway.

For several days he’s been a man of mystery, setting up some kind of show. In all honesty, I’ve been dying to know what it’s all about, and I’m imagining whatever’s inside this envelope is going to be a clue.

Opening it up, I pull out the small square card. It’s an invitation.

Miss Matilda Brandon and Mr Hugh Brandon are cordially invited to join Mr Jason Fields for an exclusive evening at The Paint Cellar this Saturday, February 8th, at 8 p.m.

I turn the card over, but it’s blank. The Paint Cellar is the same venue where he had his show the last time, but the invitation doesn’t mention a performance, so I’m not entirely sure what we’re in for.

Dad glances over my shoulder. “Ah,” he says, “a mysterious invitation from your boyfriend. I wonder what he has in store for us.”

I turn to Dad and grin. The other day I sat down with him and told him that Jay and I are together. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I certainly didn’t expect his one-word reply to be, “Finally!”

I think that when it comes to me and Jay, Dad has always seen far more than he let on.

He squeezes my shoulder and takes the invitation from my hand, turning it over to see if there’s anything on the back, the same as I did.

He lifts his head then and smiles at me whimsically, the faint sheen of emotion in his eyes. “Young Jason will take you on an adventure, Matilda. Promise me you’ll let yourself enjoy every moment of it.”

I stare at him, trying to decipher his meaning, before squeezing his hand and replying simply, “I will.”

My whole life I’ve been careful, never fully letting go. I think this is my dad’s way of telling me to throw caution to the wind. Ride the roller coaster.

And I plan on relishing every up and every down.

***



On Saturday we arrive at the venue promptly as requested. There are only about thirty or forty people in the audience, scattered out in random seats. Unlike the enthusiastic droves of fans I encountered at his first show, these people don’t seem very happy to be here. In fact, there’s an atmosphere of grudging acceptance among them.