Enjoying Trouble (Trouble #3) (10 page)

Will

I had just fallen asleep on the couch at Zac’s place when I heard the front door open. We had all been out that night and I had come home with Zac and Ava. Yes, I had been drinking and couldn’t drive home, but I could have gone back in the taxi with Noah and Ivy. I didn’t. I really wanted to see her. Wanted to know how her night had gone at the club. Fuck. I just needed to see her.

I heard the door close quietly and her footsteps as she walked into the lounge room. I heard her stop when she noticed me on the couch. She was finally home and I ignored the sudden tight feeling in my chest. I was still half asleep in my drunken haze and put it down to that. The fact that she made my heart beat faster than anyone else in the world would stay between myself and I.

“How did it go?” I asked with a raspy voice, slowly opening my eyes. I focused on her standing beside the couch, looking all kinds of beautiful.

“It went well. I’m so exhausted though. We were four deep at the bar for most of the night,” she said whilst dropping her keys on the coffee table.

“Did Jake look after you?”

She nodded and then went over to the kitchen. I watched her pour a glass of water and then come back over to me. She wordlessly handed me the glass. I sat up, my head spinning with the effort.

“You haven’t been drunk here for a while,” she said quietly.

“Big night,” I said, taking the glass and gulping the whole thing down.

“Why are you here, Will?” she asked, sitting down next to me and stifling a yawn.

“You live here,” I said with a shrug. “Needed to see that it all went okay.”

“You’re missing the no-name skank that usually shares your space after a big night,” she said.

I shrugged again. “Must be losing my touch,” I lied.

She hid a smile with a yawn. “Surely not.”

“So, are you going back tonight?” I asked.

“Yep. They want me back so I guess I didn’t do too badly.”

“You would have been fine and the clubbers would have fucking loved you,” I said, rubbing my hand over my face. “No doubt you’ll be able to survive on tips alone.”

“We’re meant to share them but the other girl there called Tilly said to pocket them throughout the night,” she said, leaning back and pulling out money from her pockets. I smiled at the direct violation of the club’s codes. Whatever. It was a busy job and she deserved whatever she got. It was small change compared to the clubs takings every night.

“So I guess this is the new me; working each night and too exhausted to get into any trouble,” she said putting the money on the coffee table in front of us.

“You will never be too exhausted for trouble,” I smiled, moving my legs to either side of her as I lay back down on the couch. She looked me over, slowly, as if memorising every inch of me. I didn’t move, enjoying her eyes all over me. I had no idea what she was thinking but she looked hungry. It had been so long since we had been this close and I liked the hell out of it.

“So you stayed here tonight to just check up on me?” she asked as her eyes met mine again.

“I did. I told Jake you were amazing, so I had to make sure you didn’t make a liar out of me.”

“I was far from amazing. I’ve got beer all over me and I need a shower.”

“I’ve had beer all over me. It will come off in one way or another, I assure you,” I said with a grin.

“Smartass,” she said, hitting me in the stomach. I grunted with the hit and then sat up and took both of her hands in mine, like we didn’t have a chasm between us. She looked panicked for a moment, before pleading softly, “Will.”

“Yeah..?” I asked, smoothing my thumbs over her hands and ignoring her warning. She tried to get words out but eventually gave up, focusing on my hands holding hers instead. She wanted to pull away but then again she didn’t, so I didn’t let go. I wanted to hold on forever. I slowly pulled her hands to my lap, smoothing my thumbs over to her wrist, touching her tattoo there. She couldn’t hide the flare of desire in her eyes. I felt her relax slightly and my lips curled into a smile. I looked over her face, her eyes and her lips that were an inch from mine. Every nerve ending went into overdrive and I imagined the outcome if I devoured those plump lips. She was watching me, her breathing heavy, almost waiting to see what I would do next. I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted to feast on her naked body and then bend her over the couch to show her just what she had been missing.

I wanted what was mine.

My eyes searched hers before I moved slightly closer with my mouth.

“You think I can do this?” she whispered suddenly. Our moment was suddenly cut off, the desire in her eyes gone. She looked panicked again and a little confused.

“Do what?” I whispered.

“The whole keeping a job and keeping out of trouble thing?”

I let her hands go and moved back slightly, watching her. She was putting an end to our moment. We had just reached the edge of the cliff and she had pulled back at the last second. I wasn’t used to this Janey. She was usually the one pulling me over the edge of the cliff and jumping to wherever the fuck she landed but she looked so unsure, that my heart went out to her.

“Janey, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that you can do anything you set your mind to. You’re a beautiful, power house of a woman. You’ve got it all in your hands. Do with it what you may.”

She smiled. That one smile that had the power to bring me to my knees. I took her hands again, this time in her lap and we both focused on them in the silence.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I took a deep breath and then slowly let it out. I rested my forehead against hers, not wanting to believe that this was going to be us from now on. I would not lose her. I couldn’t. I needed more patience. I never had any in the first place so I had no fucking idea how I was managing at all. The words were out before I could get a handle on myself.

“I want to kiss you right now,” I whispered. “I just want to do it, even though you’re trying your damn hardest to push me away.”

She took a deep breath and I waited for the refusal.

“Just one,” she suddenly gasped before her lips were on mine. I didn’t waste any time in devouring her lips and making sure the one kiss lasted like a thousand. Our tongues clashed against each other, happy to be reunited once again. She tasted like my Janey and I knew I would never get enough of her. My hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to me. I had no control when it came to this woman and she would forever be my weakness. She was a part of me - body and soul.

“Stop,” she said suddenly pulling herself back from me. I stopped and watched her while my body screamed for me to keep going.

“We shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that,” she said, not meeting my eyes as she pushed her hair back, trying to catch her breath. “I said we need space. To move on from each other. You being here with your bare chest and tempting me is not moving on.”

“My bare chest is tempting you?” I asked with a grin. She was freaking out and I needed to lighten the moment. “I usually sleep naked remember? You’re lucky I’ve got shorts on.”

She cracked a smile before looking pained. I wanted to get angry, I wanted her back in my arms but I stayed silent. I chose the moment to lie back down on the couch and give her the space she seemed to so desperately need.

“I need sleep,” she said with a sigh. Her eyes flicked over me before looking down at her hands again. I could see the battle she was having internally. She didn’t want to move on from me, anymore than I wanted from her. Tonight had proved it. So why the hell was she doing it in the first place? Why was pushing me away the solution?

“Lie down with me, Janey. We won’t do anything but sleep,” I offered casually, while my body screamed to grab her and pull her on top of me. She sat there, her face marked with indecision. I moved over slightly and yawned. “I won’t tell the ‘move on police’ if you don’t - no-one has to know.”

It was all she needed to hear as she kicked off her shoes and crawled over to me. She nestled into me, just like old times; her head in the crook of my arm. Her hand tentatively rested on my chest like she was testing herself, as her leg moved but stopped. I made the decision for her as I pulled her thigh over me and then closed my eyes.

“Now go to sleep and stop thinking about all the wild sex we could be having,” I said with smirk. I got another thump in the chest for that and laughed.

Janey

I waited for his breathing to slow and the light snoring to start. He always snored when he had been drinking; it was just one of his things. I knew I was exhausted but I was too wired now to even think of sleeping. Being in his arms again, smelling his skin and the familiarity of it all was just too much; this is what I had given up. Perfection.

Feeling safe that he was asleep and unable to deny myself the pleasure anymore, I slowly ran my fingers over his chest. I always used to run my fingers over the dips of his muscles, taking my time to explore. His body was a work of art and I was used to cherishing it. I was secretly over the Moon that he hadn’t brought another girl home tonight. Tonight he had been mine, even if it was only for a moment. I wanted to enjoy the moment for just a bit longer, before I had to go back to keeping my distance from the temptation that was Will.

I noticed a new tattoo on his side and moved my head slightly to get a proper look. I felt sad that I hadn’t been a part of it, like so many of his other tattoos.

To be alive at all is to have scars

I knew instantly it was a quote from John Steinbeck and the whole concept of it brought a tear to my eye. Was I one of his scars? He had obviously had it done while I had been away and the thought of it burned inside me. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and jump on him right now. I wanted to lose myself within him and tell his mother to go to Hell, but I knew she would come after me. He suddenly moved, his great big body moving on to his side, while his arm pulled me into him further.

“Go to sleep,” he mumbled.

Even in his sleep he could sense my restlessness and I knew that girls spent their lives trying to find that one person that was so in tune with them. I had him. He calmed my discontent and gave me a promise for a better life, one full of laughs, craziness and trouble. We were facing each other now, our foreheads touching as he slept. I looked down at his lips, wanting to kiss them again like nothing on this Earth but I had to control myself. Had to refrain and rethink my impulses. I was trying to be a better me. I wouldn’t be a better me if I gave in and did what I always did – took whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, fuck the consequences. The familiar wildfire burned within me, coaxing me to take what I wanted. To ease the sudden angst and pain that only one person could soothe.

No.

I moved my legs first, disentangling from him as swiftly and gently as I could. I needed to go upstairs to my own bed. Alone, even though the temptation was making my heart thump and my head whoosh. I was on the precipice of jumping off the cliff and my body was starved from the adrenaline that was now pumping through my body. I wanted to take. Take it all.

No.

I moved out of his embrace then scrambled up and away from the couch. It was like my fingers were itching to touch him, my lips tingling and ready to kiss him, my other parts thrumming with desire and need. Without another glance back, I ran upstairs and quickly closed my bedroom door behind me. I had to resist the pull. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes, breathing heavy. I felt delusional. I had given up everything that felt good. My body craved a high, craved numbness. I felt like I deserved
something
, for fuck’s sake.

There was a soft knock at the door and I quickly pulled it open, ready. Ava stood there, rubbing under her eye and at the black makeup that had run from last night.

“Hey, how was tonight? Did you just come in?”

“Hey,” I said trying to calm my breathing. “It was good, really busy but I think I did okay.”

“Knew you would,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to get some water, want any?”

I was going to say yes. I didn’t need water but I was just tempting myself to see Will again downstairs.

“No, I’m okay thanks,” I said instead.

“Tell me everything tomorrow then,” said Ava heading down the stairs. I leaned against the door frame and felt my heavy breathing subside. I felt the oppressive disappointment that one only feels once they come off a high; I had been close to throwing it all away and risking everything. Will needed to move on. I fucking needed to move on. There was no other way around it. His mother would make sure of it. I closed the door and peeled off my top and jeans. Too tired to do anything else, I climbed into bed, covered myself with the sheets and waited for oblivion.

Past

Will

“I can’t wait to go back to your place,” she whispered in my ear.

I shoved some fries in my mouth and gave the girl a quick wink. I had no idea of her name or even how she came to be sitting next to me at the diner. I did know that we had all been at a metal club, had copious amounts of alcohol together and I was now a ravenous beast that needed to eat like my life depended on it. Other than that, the girl was nameless and I would have looked like a royal turd if I asked her in front of everybody.

I looked across the booth to Janey who also had a tagalong sitting next to her. I didn’t know his name either and I didn’t like him; he was hanging all over her, expecting to get lucky. I looked to Zac who was staring at him like he was something that had been found under his shoe. I couldn’t hold back a grin, happy that he felt the same way. This guy needed to go.

My nameless girl put her hand on my thigh and got even closer to me, making it very obvious that she was not interested in eating food. My eyes moved to Janey across the table to find her glaring at the girl trying to annoyingly sit on me.

Interesting.

She wanted my nameless girl to go too.

“Hey blondie, pass the salt please?” interrupted Janey, quite clearly close enough to get it herself. The girl turned to look at Janey across the table, not amused at the nickname. She shoved it over with her spare hand, while her other one started to grope me under the table. I cleared my throat and then took a sip of my drink. This girl sure had a firm grip on her. Janey glared at her and then at me, not even bothering to use the salt she had requested.

“Why do you want salt, babe? You’re not eating anything,” asked the guy next to her, his mouth full of a burger.

“I’m planning on doing tequila shots on your cock later.” The guy choked on his burger and quickly wiped a napkin over his mouth. It was my turn to glare at her. Over my dead body.

“We can go now if you like?” he said quietly to her.

“You look hungry, have some fries,” I said to Janey, pushing my plate across the table to her.

“You want me to eat your fries?” she asked, her eyes taunting me.

“Babe, I’ve got plenty of fries on my plate,” said the guy.

“She wants these ones,” I stated. The guy looked over, narrowing his eyes at me. Janey took some fries from my plate and popped them into her mouth. I couldn’t hide the triumph on my face.

Conversation went on around us as I stared at her across the table, wordlessly telling her all that I wanted. She returned my stare, chewing on my fries and wordlessly telling me what she wanted. Yes, we had both been drinking - yes, we may have even had a few lines of cocaine earlier on in the night, but we were both of sound mind. We were finally toying with the idea of giving in to our desires. I could see she wanted it as much as I did. It was in her every movement, in every glance, tonight and every other night before it. I could see the want she had for me in her eyes, especially after every time the guy next to her tried to say something funny and failed. We had been playing at being friends for too long; if we didn’t follow this through soon I was sure that we would both combust. I heard her guy say a joke at the table. No one laughed, least of all Janey. She was busy taking more of my fries and staring at me. I wanted to be inside her so much, it was getting painful. She was all I ever thought about and each day and night we spent together, I found her harder and harder to resist.

We wanted the same things in life.

Each other.

How long would it take for her to just let go and be with me?

We continued to stare at each other across the table, alone in our thoughts, together. We were oblivious to the others around us, watching and waiting for someone to make the first move. We were daring each other to jump and finally give in to the passionate torment we had been putting ourselves through. My need for her prickled over my skin; making me feel anxious and unsatisfied. I wasn’t known for my patience and this beautiful friend of mine had me spinning my wheels for too long. I no longer wanted to pretend that it was okay when she took up with some random guy at the end of the night. I no longer wanted to see her searching for happiness when I know she could have it with me. I wanted nothing more than to show her that life could be good, that I would be here to protect her and show her how to smile again.

She suddenly stood up and announced she was going to the restroom. She didn’t look at me as she left the table, leaving me with the decision to follow her. I watched her guy give her ass a squeeze as she left the table and I swiftly knocked my girl’s glass of lemonade over the table. Most of it ended up in the guy’s lap.

Score.

There was a slight commotion as I muttered an insincere apology while he quickly grabbed napkins to soak it all up. A waiter came over to see if we needed help while I stood up in the commotion and announced to no-one in particular that I needed to make a call. As I reached the restrooms, I barged my way through the door into the hallway. She was leaning against the wall, waiting for me. Joy spread through me, like the moment on Christmas morning when you get your first bike. I didn’t give her a chance to say anything before I was pushing up against her and setting my mouth over hers. She groaned into my mouth and grabbed onto me, returning everything I gave to her. I wanted her like my next breath, needed to be inside of her before I died. My hands went under her top, yanking her bra cups down so I could feel her handfuls of perfection. She moaned again as she kissed me hard, releasing months of pent up frustration and need. We had both had our share of one night stands over the last few months, but nothing would compare to this. Everything else did not exist because we wanted nothing more than each other. I kissed down her neck, biting it before I sucked a nipple into my mouth. Her body went soft as she groaned again, holding me to her, wanting more. My hands went to her ass and I lifted her up against the wall, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of her legs crossing behind me and squeezing.

“I want you so much,” I said, returning to her mouth and kissing her hard.

“Fuck me, Will,” she panted.

“Let me take you home; where we can do it properly,” I breathed heavily, as her fingers shoved down between us to my zipper.

“No, now. Here,” she panted. “I want you to fuck me.”

I knew she deserved more than just a fuck, especially in a hallway leading to the restrooms but as I took one look into her lust-driven eyes, I knew this was the only chance I would get. This was my one chance to be inside this beautiful girl that already had my heart.

“You deserve more than – ”

She covered my mouth with a searing kiss, stopping my words. “I want you now, Will. Just now. No regrets. No promises. Just right here, right now.”

“Janey,” I said, holding her face with my hand.

“Please,” she pleaded, almost desperately. “Just fuck me.”

Her pleading eyes and her heavy panting were my last coherent thoughts before my control snapped. I wanted her in any way I could have her. Regrets and promises be fucking damned. I moved her away from the wall, holding her against me as I walked down the hallway. I wouldn’t take her in the restroom so I searched for another spot, away from anyone coming to take a piss. She continued to kiss me, rubbing her pelvis against my throbbing cock as I searched for another door. I found a maintenance closet and yanked the door open. It was small, with some shelves and a mop bucket. It would have to do. I went in and closed the door behind me, pulling at the light above us that flickered on. I saw my lust mirrored in her own eyes just as she started to undo my zip.

The small closest was filled with our heavy breathing and impatience while we furiously tried to get our clothes out of the way. I let her legs down as I pulled my wallet out and got a condom out. She impatiently grabbed it off me and started to put it on my cock herself, the action making my brain shut down completely. I let her take control and tried to think of something else while she did it, knowing I was going to lose myself respect in any moment. I hadn’t seen anything hotter and as she finished, I pulled at her lace underwear, ripping it in two. She suddenly laughed.

“I liked those!”

“I’ll buy you another pair,” I said into her mouth as I kissed her hard. She went to turn around, so I could take her from behind but I pulled her around to face me. Without a word, I pulled her up hard against me, making the shelves rattle at her back. She put her arms around my neck, holding on, knowing that she was going to have a seriously hard ride.

I kissed her again, her mouth attacking mine again as l lifted her onto my cock. She let out a long, drawn out groan as I filled her and I was in Heaven. I pushed her up against the shelves and drove into her. With each thrust she let out a little squeal, her legs tightening around me, her fingernails scratching my shoulders. I was finally in a place that I had been dreaming about. This one girl that had made me question my sanity and desires. This one girl that had toyed with me for so long that I had a constant itch I couldn’t scratch.

Now I was scratching this itch. As I thrust into her, hearing her cries of pleasure I knew that I wanted this itch forever. I drove in to her as I felt her body tense just before she climaxed. I went along with her, everything in me exploding into smithereens. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t fathom not having this girl again.

We stayed joined together, up against the wall, with my jeans around my ankles for a moment, trying to get our breathing back to normal. I belonged here, in her, with her legs wrapped around me. I had finally found home.

“We should get back out there,” she said against my neck.

“Let’s escape through the back and go somewhere and do that all over again,” I said.

“They’ll look for us.”

“I’ll tell the guys not to,” I said. “Let me take you somewhere.”

She slid herself out of my arms, making me wince from the sudden movement. “We shouldn’t. This was a one time thing, Will. I can’t do –

“Then give me the night,” I said taking a hold of her cheek and forcing her to look at me. “Give me what time we have left and let me rock your world.”

“You already have, believe me,” she said with a satisfied smile.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I promised, kissing her softly.

“There’s more?” she asked.

“Hell yeah,” I said kissing her again. “I solemnly swear that you will be unable to walk in the morning.”

We were dynamite together and she never allowed herself to open her heart and stay with only me. The sex was always amazing. The best I had ever had. No-one had come close through the years. She was it for me; my equal. And just as I officially claimed her as my girlfriend, she went to rehab and completely unclaimed me.