Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (7 page)

“And when I come inside you, I’ll be the first and last man to mark you as my own. Won’t I?” He prompted, his voice a low growl in my ear.

I found myself incapable of answering as his hand reached its destination and began brushing over the seam of my jeans. The friction was both excruciating and delightful and I had to battle not to let out the moan of pleasure that was threatening to break free.

“Won’t I?” He urged, pushing his fingers deeper and eliciting a gentle whimper from me.

“Yes,” I breathed, shutting my eyes tight and hoping nobody around us would notice my crimson cheeks.
I can’t believe he’s doing this in public. Why am I not stopping him?
I raised my hand to halt his, worried that somebody could see, but Jason used his other hand to remove my hand from his.

“No, baby,” he chided, squeezing my hand gently and putting it back on top of the table.

“Jason, somebody might see,” I whispered desperately, glancing around at the spattering of students using the large room.

“Nobody can see, baby,” he soothed, his fingers working quickly and rhythmically against the seam of my jeans.

My breathing was becoming highly erratic and my skin was burning all over. It was all I could do to stay still and not squirm in my seat to try and increase the pressure on my oversensitive clit.

Jason leant in closer and kissed my cheek, his lips travelling back to my ear where he gently sucked my lobe into his mouth.

“Jason…” I breathed, unsure of whether I was going to ask him to stop or to strip naked and take me on the table.

Jason chuckled and withdrew his hand. I automatically pouted and his grin broadened.

“Get on with your studying, baby,” he soothed, kissing my lips gently. “I’ll take you to the doctors in time for your appointment.”

He turned away and focussed on setting his laptop up. I could see the slight smirk tugging at his lips and frowned across at him, watching the smirk grow. I sighed audibly with both exasperation and immense sexual frustration, trying to ignore the unsatisfied throbbing between my thighs and focus on my lecture notes.

Chapter 6

Monday, 14th January 2013

Jason waited for me outside of the doctor’s room with a big smile on his face but his expression changed as he noticed the one on mine. I saw him open his mouth to confront me but I shook my head. I didn’t want to have that conversation right now. I shoved the piles of pamphlets into my bag with a huff and took his waiting hand.

We walked in relative silence into town. Jason rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb, giving me the space and time to think through what I needed to say but letting me know he was there for me. I appreciated it, my brain was a maelstrom of emotions and I didn’t know where to begin.

We dropped my shopping off at halls before packing an overnight bag and heading over to Jason’s flat.

“You want a cup of tea?” He asked as he finished unpacking his two shopping bags.

“Yes, please,” I said eagerly, delighted by the prospect. Tea was just what I needed.

“Okay,” Jason nodded, kissing the tip of my nose and making me smile. “Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you one in a sec.”

By the time he brought me my tea, I was already sprawled out on the sofa, trying to ease some of the tension out of my shoulders. Jason sat down next to me and pulled me onto his knee, facing the television. He began massaging my neck and shoulders, his talented fingers teasing out every knot and soothing every sore muscle.

“Thank you,” I moaned appreciatively as he pulled me off his knee and into his side before passing me my cup of tea.

“Anything for you,” he smiled, kissing the top of my head. “You want to tell me about it?”

I could hear the caution in his voice. I knew I couldn’t avoid talking about it forever; Jason always got information out of me one way or another. I sighed deeply and took a sip of my tea before I began.

“I got a lecture from the doctor,” I complained, annoyed by the whine in my voice.

“What about?” Jason asked, even though he probably knew what it was about.

“My weight,” I grumbled. “She gave me a massive lecture and accused me of having all sorts of eating disorders. It took me twenty minutes to convince her I didn’t need counselling,” I sighed again and took another sip of my tea for strength.

“How much do you weigh at the minute?” He asked, running his fingers up and down my arm gently in a reassuring gesture.

“109 pounds,” I said quietly, feeling myself blush. I felt Jason’s grasp tighten around my arm and knew that he was angry. “I was 105 before Christmas!” I explained.

“Jamie, that’s hardly anything,” he shook his head in frustration. “I weigh 190 for Christ’s sake.” He took a deep breath and when he spoke again he sounded calmer. “What does that make your BMI?”

“Eighteen-ish,” I said quietly. I knew it was too low. I knew I needed to put weight on, but it wasn’t like I’d done it on purpose. I ate everything I was given over the winter break. I didn’t go days without eating or make myself throw up, I ate when I was hungry and I didn’t when I wasn’t. Surely, that was how it was meant to work?

“Jamie,” Jason said, his voice weighted with concern. “That’s low. I can understand the doctor’s concern.”

“I know!” I half shouted. I didn’t mean to snap at him I was just tired of being lectured about my weight.
Shouldn’t my weight be mine to control?
Not my brothers’, not Jason’s and not the doctor’s. “I’m sorry,” I apologised immediately. I didn’t want to lash out at Jason.

“I’m just worried about you.” He stayed silent a while before he spoke again. “You know if your weight get’s too low it will mess up your running, right?”

“It will?” I asked, hearing the shock in my voice. I hadn’t really thought about that.

“Yep,” he nodded. “Weighing less is an advantage up to a certain point, but once you cross that line, your body doesn’t have the energy it needs to supply your muscles with new fuel or repair the damage to them.”

I blinked and tried to take in the information. I had no idea. I liked running, I was proud of it. I knew I’d gotten into running because of my brothers but it was still one of the few things that I considered to be my own because my progress was up to me, not anyone else.

“I don’t want that to happen,” I shook my head.

“I don’t want you to get sick either,” Jason said, taking my hand in his and squeezing it gently.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. The newspapers and glossies were full of miracle diets and ridiculous exercises that were supposed to magic away the pounds. Nobody ever talked about how to
gain
weight. The doctor just told me to eat more, which I had inwardly rolled my eyes at. I’d put on four pounds in a month and that was only because I’d been force fed enough food to feed two of my brothers at every meal – and that was saying something because they all ate enough food to feed a small country.

“Let me help you?” Jason asked tentatively.

“How?” I asked, looking up at his beautiful malachite eyes and admiring his thick lashes.

“I’ve gone through the weight cutting and gaining process a million times over the years. Let me help?”

I was familiar with the process. Craig went through it all the time. The strict dieting regiments, not being allowed to touch most foods, and eating only at religiously strict intervals. It didn’t sound like fun. Jason must have registered the horror on my face because he chuckled slightly.

“It won’t be like that,” he grinned.

“How’d you know what I was thinking?” I asked, desperate to understand his psychic abilities.

“You were thinking of Craig when he cuts weight, yes?” He laughed.

I nodded in response.

“Craig is in the same weight class as I was. I’m guessing he weighs almost exactly 185 most of the time, but if you weigh anything over that you get knocked into the next weight class at a huge disadvantage,” he explained. “Which means the dieting can get pretty strict at times, trying to maintain the tricky balance to keep yourself at the maximum possible weight during periods of competition.”

Jason took my empty mug off me and placed it on the table, turning back and shifting so he could sit facing me on the sofa.

“It won’t be like that for you. I’ll help you make better choices, that’s all.”

“I don’t like eating when I’m not hungry,” I shook my head pathetically.

“Well, tough luck,” he shrugged and I looked up at him in shock. “It might sound harsh, my little squirrel, but you don’t eat enough and your body is used to that. You need to retrain your body to remember what hunger should feel like, okay?”

I frowned at him but nodded reluctantly.

“Let me try to help you for a week or two at least, okay?” He asked again.

“Okay,” I conceded. “But what if…” I drifted off, feeling my cheeks blush again.

“What if what, baby?” Jason asked, pulling me onto his lap so I was squatting over him and our faces were level.

“What if you don’t like me anymore if I get fat?” I asked bashfully.

“Don’t be silly,” he chided, grinning mischievously. “Firstly, you won’t get fat, you’ll get healthy. Secondly, why would I have been pushing you to eat more all this time if I wouldn’t like you with a bit more weight? Thirdly, if you had a bit more padding, I wouldn’t be so scared you’d break when we fuck.”

“You’re very pervy today,” I giggled, blushing at his words.

“You bring that out in me,” he laughed, kissing me and tightening his arms around my waist. “So what do you say, let me help you?”

“Two conditions,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face. I knew I was probably failing miserably but it was worth a try.

“Oh?” Jason asked, slipping his hands up the back of my top and tracing my spine with his long fingers.

“Firstly, please don’t get mad at me if I struggle with it,” I paused, waiting for him to nod in agreement. “And secondly, if I’m a good girl, I get rewarded with lots of these.” I leaned forwards to kiss him, my tongue meeting his as he parted his lips in invitation. He removed one hand from my t-shirt and brought it up to the back of my head locking his fingers in my hair and pulling me impossibly closer to him as our lips locked.

“You’re very bossy, aren’t you?” He teased, his breathing slightly disjointed as we broke the kiss.

“I could say the same about you,” I pouted, thinking back to the lunch disagreement.

“Fair enough,” he grinned. “I’ll agree to your conditions, but only because the second one suits me very well.

He kissed me again and I came out of it grinning.

“Now!” He announced. “Let’s get you something small to eat before we hit the gym for your self-defence lesson, then we can have a proper dinner when we come back. Sound like a plan?”

I nodded back and let him lift me up and carry me into the kitchen, my legs round his waist as he supported my weight as if it was nothing.
Will he still want to carry me when I get heavier?
I pushed the thought out of my mind
.
I didn’t want to be miserable while Jason was being fun and playful.

Chapter 7

Friday, 18th January 2013

Adam grinned across at me as we were told to put our pens down on our final exam and we both sagged into our chairs with relief. He caught my arm as we left the room together and hooked it around his.

“Time to celebrate!” He grinned broadly, dragging me with him towards halls.

“Can’t we just order takeaway and chillax in bed in our pyjamas?” I whined. We’d been revising and doing exams for two weeks now and I was thoroughly exhausted. The exams went better than I’d expected and I was cautiously optimistic but it had completely drained my energy and I just wanted to sleep.

“Normally, I wouldn’t turn down an evening in bed with a hot girl but this time I’m putting my foot down,” he grinned. “Please, shorty, I want to go and have fun!”

I could hear in his voice that there was something he was holding back and my curiosity peaked. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing,” he averted his gaze.

“Adam Collins!” I admonished. “I’m definitely not coming if you don’t tell me.”

“Fine,” he said with an exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes. “I may have invited Laura.”

I grinned at him. Laura was a girl who Adam had met in a coffee shop in November. Adam was not the sort of guy who went out with a girl more than once. Not unless the sex was particularly awesome. He came off as exuding confidence from every pore but I’d learnt that it was somewhat of a mask. He was very good looking, and he knew it, but he hated when people didn’t see past it.

I think he resented the women that he hooked up with because they weren’t interested in anything other than his looks. I’d contemplated pointing out that he wasn’t interested in much more than that from them but that just seemed mean.

With Laura, he seemed different. They’d been on actual dates. I wasn’t sure, because I hadn’t asked him, but I didn’t think they’d actually gone any further than those dates. Adam seemed both delighted and frustrated by it and it meant he’d been hot and cold with her and almost messed things up a few times.

“So why on earth would you want me there?” I asked.

“Because if you and Jason come it’ll be a double date and you can make sure I don’t mess it up,” he pouted and squeezed my hand.

“Fine,” I smiled, giving in to his pout. “I’ll ask Jason if he’s free.”

As it turned out, Jason was free. He’d been pretty busy the past week and I missed him. He hadn’t had much chance to work on his thesis over the Christmas break, mostly because my brothers insisted on constantly getting in the way.

Whenever I’d been revising, they’d insisted Jason play football, or go the pub, and once the twins had interrupted to get him to settle a dispute about which one of them was strongest.

Jason had put up with it all and not complained once. I’d been annoyed with my brothers, but not annoyed enough to say anything because at least they weren’t trying to kill him. There had, of course, been a fair amount of scuffling. Mostly when one of them was pissed off at me and Jason tried to intervene. Other than that though, they’d been relatively civil, and I was grateful. I was almost certain I wouldn’t survive a repeat of the pre-Christmas drama. Jason might not either.