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Authors: E.S. Carter

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BOOK: Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2)
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“Tell me Emmy, say it before I fuck you.” The words are ground out, the sound hoarse and needy.

I know exactly what words he needs and I do not hesitate to give them to him.

“I’m yours.”

 

 

L
ove is one soul, living in two bodies, beating in two hearts, making them whole.

 

S
o the words “I love you” just fell out.

I meant every, single, letter, I just didn’t mean for them to spill from my lips right after I shagged her for the first time.

Way to play it cool Jake.

Worse than anything is the fact I can see the doubt in her eyes. I know that the instant I said them she believed me but now, lying here, in our sex messed bed, she’s not so sure.

That’s why I wanted the moment I said them to be momentous. Something she would never forget and not a case of post orgasm, verbal diarrhoea. I don’t want her to think they are just words, ones I use on every girl I’ve shagged.

So when she tells me she loves me back, something inside me clicks. A part of me I never knew was lost, finds its proper place, like it was waiting all along to be discovered and she was the one to find it.

We lie in each others embrace for what feels like hours but still ends too soon. This quiet time with her feels far more intimate than I have ever been with a woman, and although I want to sink into her again, this right here, right now, is more than just sex; more than just physically claiming her as mine and I will do everything in my power to ensure she knows it.

 

A
s much as I do not want to leave our bed I know we have to. I’m very aware that I brought our friends and family out here to make her feel more comfortable and all I’ve done since she arrived, is keep her hidden away like the selfish bastard I am.

Dragging myself out of her arms, I force down the overwhelming need to take her again and make my way to the shower.

Knowing her eyes are on me, knowing they hunger for every inch of my skin, just as mine do hers, heats my blood to boiling point.

“Like what you see Emmy?” She blushes at being caught staring and fuck if that doesn’t make my dick painfully hard and raring to go.

All thoughts of dinner with our friends leave my mind as I prowl towards her, ready to pounce. So when she launches a pillow at my chest and attempts to cover her modesty with the sheet, I’m about ten seconds away from exploding and that would be both humiliating and messy.

She attempts to block my advances by putting her hands in front of her, allowing the sheet to fall away from her edible breasts. My mouth waters with a hunger to suck, nibble and bite every soft, delectable, inch and she soon covers herself up but my craving does not abate.

I will take her again, soon. If that ends up over the dinner table, so fucking be it.

 

S
he exits the bathroom almost an hour later, wearing skin tight jeans, that cling to every curve and a fitted white shirt that seems to make her look both sinfully sexy and girl next door at the same time. My dick pounds against the zip of my jeans begging to be set free, wanting into her jeans and between those long legs.

She looks nervously over at me; her playful demeanour has vanished only to be replaced with a look of anxiousness.

“Come here.” I stand from the bed and hold out my hand for her to take. She hesitates for a second before licking her lips and taking the few steps forward to link her hand with mine.

As soon as our skin connects I feel it, that
thing
we have between us. It’s tangible, not like a basic feeling where you are just aware of it, what we have can be touched, tasted and held.

It’s addictive, I crave
it,
I crave
her.

 

“D
o you have any idea what you do to me?” I breathe the words onto the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her scent.

If all my senses were stripped away, I would still be able to find her in a crowded room. It’s not about seeing, smelling, tasting, hearing or touching her; it’s about
feeling
her.

I’ve never been one to believe in all that bullshit, soul mate bollocks, until now. Now I not only believe it, I’ve found it in her and I’m never letting go.

Her body moulds itself to mine, her arms wrap around my lower back as she rests her head against my chest.

“We should go, Liv will come looking for us otherwise.” The words are softly spoken against the fabric of my shirt, the heat from her breath penetrating the material and skating over my nipples.

God, even her breath turns me on. I feel like a teenage boy about to come in my pants with every touch, no matter how innocent.

“I could just call Nate and say you are jet-lagged?” I can’t contain the hope from my voice; I’ve resorted to pleading already. What a pussy.

She lifts her head to look directly into my eyes, a glimmer of playfulness flashes in their aquamarine depths, “How about we go and spend time with our friends, then I promise when we get back that you can keep me up all night if you want to.”

Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

My dick hammers on the denim of my jeans, practically growling to be set free.

Now that is a promise I will be keeping her to.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Emmy.” I bring my face to hers and gently move my lips over her silky soft ones, loving that she doesn’t wear any of that gloopy shit other girls slap all over their mouths, thinking that it’s sexy. “Because I have never wanted to be inside someone as much as I do you and I can
promise
you that you will still feel where I’ve been tomorrow.”

I take her juicy, soft bottom lip between my teeth and run my tongue over it, desperately wanting to get her naked and back into my bed, or on the floor, or against the wall; anywhere actually, as long as we are both naked.

 

T
he shuddering breath that escapes her confirms she wants the exact same thing.

Fuck this is gonna be a long night.

I sigh and pull myself away from her abruptly, like pulling off a band aid, or else I’ll end up throwing her on the bed and our friends can dine alone.

“Let’s go Emmy.”

She giggles as I practically drag her from our suite, to the elevator and straight to the private dining room I’ve booked for tonight.

The gang is all waiting for us when we arrive and H cracks some stupid but admittedly, hilarious joke about filing for a
‘dudevorce’
. How I can find it funny after the events of the last few weeks is testament to how strong our friendship is. When H jokes at your expense it’s never intended with malice, he just genuinely never engages his brain before opening his mouth. As you can imagine, it can often get him into trouble.

Dinner is enjoyable, despite my need to eat as quickly as possible so that I can take Emma back to our room.

In fact, I sit through the entire meal with my hand on her leg, not wanting to break contact for even a moment. If anyone finds me eating one handed strange, they never mention it, although Liv keeps throwing Emma funny looks every now and again when she thinks I’m not looking.

Let her, let them all think I’ve finally been pussy whipped. I’ll be the first to admit I have. After years of taking the piss out of H for his Bella obsession, I can finally see where he was coming from and I’ll happily get mocked for doing the same. Especially if it means I get to keep my girl as close as possible to me, at all times.

 

W
hen the topic of clubbing gets brought up I am unable to hide my annoyance. Dinner was one thing; I really don’t want to share my girl any longer but hearing her excitement about going with them, changes my mind. If she wants to go clubbing, then that’s where we’ll go.

I text Nina our requirements and she arranges entry into one of Tokyo’s top clubs plus additional security. I hate all this shit but I hate being mobbed more. For a bloke that’s always wanted to be in the limelight, I never expected to hate the crap that comes with it as much as I do.

Don’t get me wrong I fucking love acting, it’s been a dream come true but the constant intrusion into my life is hard to come to terms with.

 

W
e are ushered into the upscale club and straight to a private area. I can see Nate checking out everything from the décor, to the DJ and the security.

“Don’t worry Nate, this place is a cave compared to Accede.” I slap him on the back and he nods smugly.

“Maybe Tokyo should be my next conquest, why stay in Europe when I could go global. After all, we’ve already got one Fox taking over the world, I’m sure there’s room for another.” He leads us towards the bar and H chimes in about the drinks being on me. When aren’t the drinks on me? I pretend to be pissed off when really I like being able to show him a good time, he deserves it for all the years he’s put up with me.

Liv drags Emma to the toilet for a gossip session but not before I make sure to warn her of my earlier promise. I can feel her body shiver when I remind her exactly what I’m going to do to her and I know she’s more than eager for me to collect on my promise, no matter how much she pretends.

“Earth to J, fucking snap out of it will you. She’s only gone to the bog.” H thrusts a beer into my hand and waves his free hand in my face, attempting to stop me from staring at Emma’s arse as she walks away from us.

“Bloody hell, you’re like a dog in heat, can you leave her alone for a minute and spend some time with us? I mean, I should have stayed at home by myself instead of flying thousands of miles to see my big movie star friend.” He pouts like a little girl before downing his beer in one and signalling the barman for another.

“Slow down H, they aren’t gonna run out, pace yourself as I’m not carrying your arse out of here tonight, you fucking light weight.”

Nate laughs and shakes his head as we watch H down another beer, before following it with a shot and then letting out a belch that was probably heard half way across the club.

“Can’t take him anywhere.” I mutter to Nate who still finds it all hilarious.

“Hey, what do you mean stayed home by yourself? Bella never lets you out of her sight. The only time you are alone is when you’re taking a shit and even then she probably sits outside the toilet door.”

“Laugh it up J, laugh it fucking up.” He knocks back another shot before glaring out across the club to the dance floor.

“Spill H, what’s going on? The last time I saw you this pissed off was when
Take That
broke up the first time.” I joke because I feel uncomfortable with his mood, H is never like this and it’s more than disconcerting.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before turning his now angry face towards me, “You’ll be over the fucking moon to know that she’s left me. She’s shacked up with some
Herbajuice
salesman that’s been flogging her weight loss shit for the last few months. They are in love and about to go into business together.”

The words are practically spat out of his mouth and I don’t know what to say to make this better for him.

I go to open my mouth but he stops me by adding, “The fucking funny thing is, she’s put on a stone and a half since she’s been taking this crap and has been telling me it’s my fault for being a slob that never encourages her to exercise.” He downs yet another shot, runs his hand down his face and then the old H is back.

“Well I guess it’ll be my fault when I flog all the crap she’s left at ours on ebay, including the shaky shaky machine that she paid shit loads for. It never made her lose weight either but it was worth its weight in gold that machine. I used to piss myself laughing, watching her wobble like jelly, every time she went on it.”

I go to slap him on the back and tell him it’s for the best but again he stops me from speaking, “Don’t… just don’t say anything J. I know you didn’t like her and to be honest I didn’t like her much towards the end either. So let’s just leave it there and you can be my wingman for a change tonight. Some of these chicks here are smoking hot and that one over there”, he nods his head towards the waitress, the one that I never even noticed standing to the side of the bar, waiting to serve us, “I think I could bounce pennies off her arse, in fact a few more drinks and I’m gonna ask if I can try.”

 

W
e don’t discuss the topic any further as Emma and Liv emerge from the restrooms and my eyes instantly connect with hers.

Her cheeks are flushed and she’s wearing a naughty grin on her face.

I’m about to go over there and tell her to get her fine arse back in that restroom, so I can fuck her against the door, when she motions that they are heading down to the dance floor.

My thoughts immediately turn to the night that we met and as pathetic as it sounds, I don’t want to leave her out of my sight. I motion to my head of security to follow the girls and we all walk over to the edge of our area to watch them.

“Chill Jake, you can’t keep her wrapped up in cotton wool or stuck by your side forever. Nothings gonna happen to her.” Nate puts his hand on my shoulder obviously feeling the worry, that comes off me in waves.

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