Lust (The Stripped Bare Series Book 1) (18 page)

“I’m great, Ma, really great.” I shift her chair slightly so it’s facing into the room. She looks like she’s lost a bit more weight, her face is drawn. I hate it.

“Who’re you?” She looks at Jasmine through squinted eyes
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“Is this a new nurse, son?” She looks at me and then again at Jasmine.

“Hi, Mrs…um. Hi ma’am, I’m Jasmine.” Jasmine’s eyes dart from my ma to me, when she realises that she doesn’t even know my last name.

“Please, love. Call me Alison,” Ma says with a slight smirk.

“Ma, Jasmine is my girlfriend.” I see a spark in her eyes as I say the words, her face lights up like Christmas morning. She’s almost glowing with happiness. I love that I’ve put that smile on my mum’s face. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her this vibrant. It’s as if she’s suddenly come alive.

“Oh, Max. You’ve made me the happiest mother in the world. Jasmine, dear, come and sit down here and tell me all about yourself.”

Jasmine and my mum sit and talk for what feels like hours. It takes her longer to get her words out these days than it used to, but she rambles on about her life and then asks questions. I sit and listen intently to Jasmine’s responses, learning so much more about her that I never knew. It’s crazy that I have seen this woman’s most private parts, but I didn’t know that she had two siblings and that her father is a retired paramedic who now works in a care home. We’ve spent hours talking after sex but I realise that she’s never told me about her family or her past. I could sit and listen to them chatting away, like two best friends, forever. I feel at peace, content, and I feel euphoric for the first time since Ma became ill.

Jasmine

I didn’t know what to expect when we first pulled up outside the care home. Nerves rushed through me as we stepped through the doors. This fear of the unknown. Would she like me? Would she hate me? What if she didn’t like me? Would Max finish with me if his mum didn’t approve? So many fears, so many questions. I was so afraid.

As soon as Alison saw me and I watched her eyes light up, all that fear washed away and it was like I was meant to be here. She’s a wonderful woman and she loves her son so much. I could learn a lot from her as a parent. However, it wasn’t just my time spent talking to Alison that made the day so special, it was seeing the relationship that Max has with his mum. It made me fall that little bit harder for the man who I’ve become very, very fond of.

Glancing over at Max, as we make our way back to the car, he has the same cheesy grin on his face that has been plastered there for the last hour. He looks so elated. I love that I’ve put that smile on his face, just from meeting his mum. My phone rings in my bag for the fifth time since we got here and, like all the times before, I pull it out, see Gavin’s name and press reject. I would turn it off, but I can’t in case the school needs to get in contact with me. I don’t know what is so damn important but my ex-husband can wait.

“Who keeps calling?” Max asks, looking disgruntled.

“Um, it’s my ex. I don’t know why. He never bothers with me usually. Austen’s lucky if he gets a call once a month.” I shrug. “I’ll call him back later.” He doesn’t look happy when I mention who it is. Actually, I think I notice a hint of jealousy on his face. I’m too busy worrying about the calls that I don’t even notice when he jumps into the driver’s seat.

“Max, you’re not driving my car!”

“Move me,” he replies, with a mischievous look on his face.

“Fine!” I go around to the passenger side and get in with a smirk of my own. “Not sure how you’re gonna drive it with no keys.” I wink at him.

“Give me the keys, Jasmine.” The smile disappears from his face. Should I carry on playing this game or should I just give him the keys? Hmm, I like this game, though.

“Nope.”

“Jasmine. Give. Me. The. Keys.” He reaches over and grabs me by the waist. Instinctively, I buck and scream. I’ve always been ticklish. If he tickles me I’ll kill him. “Give me them or else.” He starts to tickle my waist and I scream as loudly as I can.

“Okay, okay. I’ll give them you. Please stop.” The smile has soon faded from my face, and has replaced itself onto Max’s smug profile. I reach into my bag and hand him the keys, shoving them into his palm. I put my seat belt on and cross my arms, looking out of the passenger window. He starts the car up and reverses out of the parking space.

“You need to learn that what I say goes,” he says with a smug tone. I don’t think so, Mister. He might think he has the upper hand but I know how to play him. I have a plan.

“Do you want a drink?” Max asks when we arrive back at his flat. We have a few hours to spare before he has to go into work. I’ve made plans to go out for a meal with my parents and Austen this evening. We haven’t really spent much time as a whole family since I started this job, and it will be nice to spend some time together. My sister, Rachel, and her kids are joining us too, which will be good. I’ve not seen her in so long.

“I’m good, thanks.” I’m not sure I want to see his wea
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– quite literally- attempt at making tea again. It was actually quite humorous watching his face contort as he tried to remember what to do. I mean, who can’t make a cup of tea?

Sitting on the sofa, I start to put my plan into action. I take off my jacket and swing it over the back and then I kick off my shoes, curling my legs up underneath me. Reaching for the remote control, I flick the TV on and make myself comfy. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Max glaring at me. I try not to laugh as I flick through the movie channels. I click on Pearl Harbour knowing that it’s around three hours long. The look on his face is priceless.

“Jasmine, I thought we could… you know.” He motions his head towards the bedroom.

“I’m really not in the mood. I thought we could snuggle on the sofa and watch a film instead.” I smile a big beaming smile and flutter my eyelashes. I can tell he’s pissed off but he sits down next to me and pulls me into him. I lean my head against his shoulder and press play on the TV. Taking my hand in his, he starts to draw imaginary circles on my palm. It tickles but it’s also calming. His other hand, which is around my shoulder, starts to inch closer and closer towards my breast. I knock it away and he lets out a small grunting noise. He doesn’t give in, though, he keeps moving closer and I keep knocking him down. I’m dying to laugh, but I try to keep it in. He moves his head down slowly, repositioning himself so that he can get to my neck. As soon as he reaches it, I yawn and stretch, moving my position out of his way.

“Right, no more fucking games, Jasmine.” He shouts, startling me. He stands up and grabs my arm pulling me up to him. I yelp from the shock as he pulls me into his big engulfing body. Pressing his lips against mine, he pushes his tongue inside forcefully. Lifting me off my feet, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me through to the bedroom.

Laying me down on the bed, he climbs on top, trapping me. To tell the truth, I’ve been gagging for this since Tuesday night, I need to have him inside me. But it was fun making him squirm.

“Don’t fuck with me again, Jasmine.” He sounds pissed off but there’s an edge of humour to his tone. I know he isn’t really angry with me, he’s just frustrated. Now he knows how I felt when he left me high and dry. He pulls my t-shirt up and I lift my arms to help him remove it. I lean up onto my elbows so that he can get to the back of my bra; he removes it with easy precision. I hear him suck in a breath as my boobs swell in the palms of his hands. He tweaks my nipple and my head falls back. “Look at me, Jasmine. Don’t take your eyes off of me.” Pulling my head back up, I look him in the eye. His eyes are full of lust and desire; it’s such a turn on. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, is the best aphrodisiac ever. I feel myself dampen down below and I try to squeeze my legs together but his position on top of me stops it.

“Please take me, Max,” I beg, my heart rate quickens and my palms become clammy.

“Your turn to wait.” He grins.

“But I’ve waited all week. Pleeeease.” I flutter my eyelashes and put on my best pouting face. I need to feel his long, hard cock inside of me. Filling me, stretching me, making me come. Shit! Why did I make him wait?

He moves his body down and undoes the button and zip on my jeans. I wiggle my bum as he pulls them down, taking my knickers with them. Grabbing my ankles he pulls me so that my legs are dangling off the bed. He kneels on the floor and pulls my legs over his shoulders. I never take my eyes off him as he spends a couple of seconds admiring my glistening, wet pussy.

“I love your pussy. It was made just for me. Look how wet you are for me, Jasmine.” He pushes a finger inside me then lifts it out, presenting it to me to taste. I suck his finger seductively, tasting my arousal. He groans, removing his finger and lowers his head to take a taste for himself. I swear I’ve never met anyone with a tongue like his. I want to throw my head back, but I know he’ll stop if I do. He looks at me with hooded eyes as he continues to lick and suck my clit. Thrusting a finger inside.

“I’m gonna come, Max…oh my…oh God.” My head falls back as my orgasm rips through my entire body, shuddering and tingling from my head to my toes. My whole body feels likes like it’s on fire.

“You called?” I hear him say with a smirk in his tone. The cocky bastard. Lying on the bed, exhausted and spent, I feel him remove my legs from his broad shoulders. He removes his clothes and then inches his way up my body, trailing kisses as he goes. His lips skim my delicate skin, causing a path of goosebumps to appear the further he moves up
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“You closed your eyes,” he scolds.

“I’m sorry,” I pout. “Are you going to punish me?” His face changes to an evil grin as he flips my body over and slaps my arse hard. The bite of the sting electrifies my whole body and I’m surprised by how much I enjoy it. I feel him move and then I hear a drawer opening. Leaning up on to my knees, I look over my shoulder, noting that he’s slipping a condom on. His hand slaps my arse once more and I cry out as his fingers enter me roughly.

“Bad girls need to be punished. Are you going to be a good girl, Jasmine?” I don’t reply, I can’t reply, the sting has taken my breath away. He removes his fingers and slaps me again, this time on my clit. My whole body shakes and I can feel the build of my orgasm throbbing inside of me. “I said are you going to be a good girl?” I nod my head at him, still unable to form words. He positions his cock at my opening and I push back to guide him inside of me. His palms rub where he slapped me and it’s a welcome relief.

I feel him stretching me as he pushes further inside and I move my position so that I can reach the headboard. Grabbing hold of the soft wood, I push back onto his cock as far as I can go. He reaches around to take a hold of my breasts and he pulls me backwards so that I’m sitting on him, his chest to my back. I can feel his chest moving against my slick back. I move up and down as he breathes heavily against my neck. His hand makes it’s way down my body, until it reaches my clit.

“Come for me.” He gives it a little flick and I shatter all around him. Clenching my walls, milking his dick. “Fuck, Jasmine, fuck.” I feel him swell as he lets go. He bites down gently on my shoulder as he shudders.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it, you were so tight.” Why do men always feel guilty when they’ve come?

“Don’t apologise, that was amazing,” I pant. I climb off of his softening cock and quickly make my way to the bathroom to clean up, grabbing my underwear as I go. However nice it was to have him take care of me the first time, it’s slightly embarrassing having him wipe me. I clean myself up; I’m totally exhausted and damp with sweat. Walking back into the bedroom in my underwear, Max is laying on the bed naked, his flaccid cock resting against his lower stomach, his arms tucked behind his head. Grabbing my jeans from the floor I pull them on, he doesn’t move as I fumble around trying to find my t-shirt.

“Thanks for coming with me today,” he finally says as I pull my top over my head. I turn to face him and smile.

“You don’t have to thank me. Your mum is a wonderful woman. I enjoyed myself.” He looks grieved.

“I’m petrified, Jazz.” Sitting down on the bed, I take his hand in mine. “She looks so frail. I’m hoping that the doctor’ll tell us that he can help, but what if he can’t? I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.” This is the first time I’ve seen him look so weak. My big strong man is falling apart and I never noticed.              

“I’m sure everything will be fine. She’s a fighter, Max. She loves you so much, she’ll fight to see you happy.” 

“You’re right, I’m being stupid.” He sits up and grabs me, bringing me into him. I straddle his lap and he kisses me deeply. “Thank you for everything.” He looks down at his lap. “I’ve never been in a proper relationship before. Yeah, there’s been other girls, but I’ve never felt like this before.” My heart skips at his words. He looks up, his eyes shining. “You’ve brought light into my life when everything else has been dark. Since Ma became ill, I’ve just existed. But now, now I’m living and it’s all because you’re in my world.” Oh, wow. What do I say to that? It takes me a moment to get the words out.