Fallen Down Under (Down Under #2) (16 page)

"But I want it admire every part of you." I mimic his words and he doesn't like it one bit. It has just the effect that I need as he soon shoots up and pushes me back so that I'm lay down again. This time my underwear is removed and I can feel him pressing against my entrance. My hands cup his arse as I impatiently wait for him to enter me and I push him into me. I let out a cry of pleasure at the feel of him inside me after so long. He stills for a second and then he starts to move, thrusting into me to find our perfect rhythm as we move in sync with each other. I’m so close already and I can tell Max is almost there too as I fell him stiffen inside me. Not wanting it to end I press into him once more and cry out as my orgasm ripples through my body. Remembering that someone else is in the house, I bite down on Max's shoulder hard as I contract around him and after a few more forceful yet pleasurable movements he reaches his climax with my name on his lips. We lie in each other's arms, sweaty and equally content as out breathing slowly calms down.

"You're something fucking else Jessica Townsend. Do you know that?"

"Apparently so Mr Wild." I smile as I curl into him and feel the darkness wash over me.

Jess

"Are you shitting me? Why has it taken you so long to tell me?" I've been at Jens for an hour and I have just told her about the dramas of yesterday and now she’s blowing steam out of her ears. “Fancy that little slag doing that when you’re practically her boss. I always said she was weirdo, didn’t I?”

I’m beginning to wish that I didn’t bloody bring it up now. “There’s nothing you can do to change it now Jen. Flapping your arms around like a mad woman definitely won’t make a difference.” I know she means well and she’s angry because I’m upset but she’s a bloody drama queen at times.

“What do you mean we can’t do anything to change it? We can pissing rip his balls of so that he can’t do it again. What a bastard, how can he breed? I know it’s not ideal, but at least you’re out of that dead end relationship and on a major plus side, you bagged a right hottie not long after.”

“Shhh, Keep your voice down. I feel bad enough that I spent the whole day crying over my ex and how he’s got his bit on the side pregnant while he did nothing but comfort me and make sure that I was okay.”

I look to the other side of the living room and watch Max and Luke catching up while being proper boys playing on the Xbox. I’m not going to lie, it’s quite a sight and I love seeing this relaxed side to Max. If anyone were to see him now they wouldn’t expect him to carry the weight of his business issues on his shoulders and the mysterious darkness of his past that haunts him. All they would see is Max as the fun loving twenty-nine year old guy that he is underneath all of that hard, manly exterior. As if sensing me watching him, he looks back at me over his shoulder and throws me a cheeky wink and I can’t stop the school girl grin that takes over my face.

"I wasn't in the mood to talk much yesterday Jen." I say as I look back towards my best friend.

"Come to think of it, that will probably explain why I haven't seen or heard from her recently. The little slags probably been avoiding me like the plague. Just you wait until I see her, the little cow, and don't even get me started on that twat."

"Fucking hell Jen, you're giving me a headache. He's a bastard, she's a home wrecking slut and as long as I don't have to work with her then that's good enough for me."

"Oi, muscles." She shouts through to Max. "I fucking hope you gave him a beating of a lifetime when you saw him?"

"Believe me I wanted to, but I knew that would only upset Jess more. He’s been warned to stay away from her. Next time he won’t have such a lucky escape."

"Seriously? What’s the point of you being built like a shit house if you don't put it to good use?"

"Maybe you're best off asking Jess that question." He grins and I can't stop the girly laugh that comes out.

"You two are fucking animals." The look on her face is priceless as she scrunches her nose up.

"Err, hello. Pot. Kettle, black?" I ask but she remains quiet. "Yeah, I thought as much. You and Luke seem to be alright now. Did you tell him about your little drama?"

“Don’t be so loud, jeez. Are you crazy? That's a little something that he doesn't need to find out about, like ever. Okay?"

"Well he's not going to hear it from me is he? You need to tell him eventually though."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She shrugs. When they get serious, because they will, she’s going to need to be as honest with him as she can be because eventually this stuff has a wicked way of catching up with you and then what's she going to do apart from drown herself in a few bottles of wine when the shit hits the fan?

"What's happening with your mum?" She asks and I know that she’s keen to change the subject. It’s understandable if he’s only in the room next door.

"Honestly? I have no idea. She seems okay at mine for now but I've told her that it's not a permanent fixture and she needs to get herself a job and fast. If that works out then hopefully bit by bit we can get her life back together."

"Who knows, this might bring you closer together."

"Maybe." I'm still doubtful. I don't see how someone can change that drastically overnight but I'm willing to give it ago.

"Right ladies, we've got to head out, but we'll be back later." Max leans in behind me and pulls me tight against him and I can’t help but loose myself in him. "Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"Nope, I'm good I think. I'll text you if I think of anything."

"Fucking hell, is your phone actually on today?"

"Yep... I charged it last night and I don't want to think about all the messages that I have to get through."

"Maybe it will teach you to use it then." Slapping him playfully I reach up to meet his waiting lips. I don't think I could ever tire from them or him for that matter. He's utterly and completely my personal addiction and there is no way that I ever want to come down from the high I get when I'm around him.

"See you later."

Me and Jen spend the rest of the day lazing about watching crap on tele. I manage to tell her bits of my adventure from Australia as I didn't get a chance to the other day and she thinks it's hilarious that Liss is so similar to her.

"Don't think you'll be replacing me when you go back bitch. Trust me when I say that I will come and hunt you down."

"I said she's similar to you, not that she is you. It would be good to see how you get on though. Why don't you come over for a week or two when we fly back out? Come on it will be fun. I can show you how the other half live."

Jen burst out laughing at me. "Have you heard yourself you posh cow?"

"You'd fit right in. Just imagine being able to sunbathe all day when you know the weathers this shit over here."

Yeah, you've got a good point there actually. Maybe I could even find my own Muscles while I’m over there. Now that would be fun.”

“As long as you make sure you keep well away from my muscles then we won’t have a problem.”

“Have you see how Max looks at you? He acts as if you’re the only person to have a fucking vagina so I think you'll be pretty safe. He’s completely besotted with you.”

“Oh piss off.” I blush, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Do you know what? I actually can’t wait to get back over there. Hopefully Stella will do one eventually, now that would be the icing on the bloody cake.”

“I’d love to meet her actually.” Jen says and I can tell from the look on her face that she’d make sure it was a first impression that Stella wouldn’t forget in a long while.

Max

“Jess isn’t here.” I’ve been stood outside Jess’ house in the pouring down rain for about ten minutes waiting for her mum to answer the fucking door.

“I know. I’ve just come back to do some stuff for her while she’s catching up with Jen. So am I okay to come in?” She eyes me wearily, unsure whether or not to let
‘delightful’
me into the house or not.

“Do I have a choice?” Her attitude in general is fucking horrible, but with me she likes turn it up a few notches and I have no fucking idea why.

“Not really. It’s more of a surprise for her. You could always help me with it if you like?”

“What does she need a surprise for? It isn’t her birthday and it sure as hell isn’t any kind of special occasion.”

I smile at the woman stood before me who apparently created my angel and I see no resemblance between them whatsoever. “I know. I just want to do something nice for her. Is that such a bad thing Diana?”

“Well I guess that all depends on whether or not you have a guilty conscience or not, doesn’t it?” She pulls the door back to let me in and I turn to face her.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you. Yes I do have a guilty conscience and it’s a pretty fucking massive one and do you want to know why? I’m guilty because I wasn’t there for her when she needed me and the worst one? I’m guilty as hell for pushing her away, purely so I could stop myself from having to battle my own demons.”

Diana doesn’t say anything straight away, she just continues to look at me like I’m a fucking slug or something that’s she’s stood on and it’s starting to really piss me off. “Well Max, that’s pretty specific isn’t it?”

“I guess you want to know why I am telling you all this when you quite clearly couldn’t give a damn about me and that’s perfectly fine by me. But I will tell you this. The reason why I am doing this is simple. I’m very fond of your daughter and I’ve come to realise that I will do everything and anything to make her happy no matter what obstacles stand in my way. It’s clear that you’re not a huge fan of me and that’s cool, I get it, but from now and for as long as she wants me to stay in her life, I’ll make damn sure that I’ll look after and provide her with the life that she deserves and if that means surprising her for no particular reason then so be it.”

A faint but noticeable smile crosses her lips as soon as I’ve finished my little speech. “That’s good enough for me Max. How about I stick the kettle on before you start whatever it is you’re planning?”

“Sounds pretty good to me, but I just need to grab some bits from the car. I won’t be long.” Fucking hell, she’s definitely going to be hard work.

“What is it that you’re actually doing?” She asks as I walk back into the house with my arms brimming with flat cardboard boxes.

“Starting as she means to go on by emptying all these negative reminders out of her life. I think we’ll start with the main culprit first of all. What do you say?”

“Josh?”

“Got it in one.”

“Have you spoken to her about this? I don’t know if she’ll be too happy if she comes home and finds his stuff gone. Are you even sure she wants him out of her life? For all you know she could be waiting for him to come walking back through that door for him to tell her that he made a huge mistake and he should never have left her in the first place, yada yada.” I struggle to understand what she’s saying. Did I just hear that right? She seems to be under the impression that Josh just upped and left one day. This is some crazy, crazy shit. But it’s not my place to say. That alone lies with Jess. One thing I won’t do is break her trust by setting her mother straight.

I’ve just about finished the front room when Diana comes back in to check on my progress. “You’ll end up hurting her you know. Guys like you always do.”

JESS

It feels like any other weekend at Jens. Me and Jen have been sat on the sofa, curled up in our blankets watching re-runs of home and away. The only thing missing is George, but seeing as he is on a hot, smoking date that he wouldn’t dream of cancelling, we decided to go ahead and watch them. As I’m so far behind, Jen’s having to watch most of them again.

“Quit moaning.” I say to her. “If you weren’t so impatient then we both could have been watching these now for the first time.”

“What was I supposed to do? A bunch of cheap knock off tests told me that I was going to be mum. How else am I expected to deal with the idea of spawning another me? Come on Jess, you would have done the fucking same and you know it.”

“Don’t even think that you’re going be milking that for the next nine months, because I will actually leave you for good.”

“That’s fine; I’m used to you gallivanting off at the drop of your knickers anyway.”

“Hey, you cheeky bitch. That’s a bit below the belt even for you. You’re the only one who casually drops your knickers not me.”

“Yes but I’m proud of it baby.” She laughs. “Oh hang on a sec, let me grab this.”

She leans over to grab here phone. “Hey lover boy. You missing me already?” I can’t help but make gagging actions towards her. “Oh yeah I love the sound of that baby. You can strip me anytime. Surly you should know that you don’t even need to ask.”

“You’re such a dirty bitch.” I shout as she parades around the living room. “Of course. I’ll speak to you later.”

“Quit looking at me like that. Don’t tell me you and muscles don’t have the odd bit of phone sex every now and again.”

“Erm, we haven’t actually. So come one then, what did Mr Lover, Lover want? I can tell that you’re bursting at the seams to tell me.”

“Oh, nothing important princess. I guess he just kind of makes me happy.”

“I can tell when you’re lying to me you know, but it’s okay because two can play that game.” It’s okay because the next time she wants some gossip; she’s really going to have to work for it.

“Oh quite your moaning, woman.” Jen says as she throws herself back down beside me. “Stick the tele back on then” Feeling ready to throw something at her, I manage to hold back and turn my attention back to the screen.

“You’ve changed.”

“What me?” I ask, unsure what she means.

“Yes, you. Normally you’d be pestering me until I told you everything.”

“Piss off Jen. If you’re not going to tell me then you’re not going to tell me.” I keep my eyes trained on the tele knowing full well that she will break soon enough.
Why beg for it when it can be handed to you on a shiny plate?
I think to myself. She will tell me eventually, even if it kills her. She’s bloody shocking when it comes to keeping secrets.

“What’s going to happen once you have finished on the development?” We’ve just finished all of our unwatched episodes of home and away when I turn to look at her quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you know… you and Max. How will you still see each other?”

“I honestly don’t know. He asked me to move in with him on a permanent basis.”

“Why the fuck am I only just hearing about this now?” She dramatically jumps up from the sofa with her eyes bulging out of their sockets. “Holy shit Jess. Are you going to say yes?”

“I’ve told him that I can’t just give up everything I have ever known to move in with him.  I can’t just up and leave Jen.

“Why the hell not?”

“Fucking hell. If you wanted to get rid of me so badly you could have just said.” I stick my bottom lip out at her for added effect.

“Don’t be so bloody stupid, you silly mare. All I am saying is that you should give it a try. If it doesn’t work out, you’ve always got me and George to come back to.”

“My home is here Jen. My work is here. Everything that I want except Max is here. I’m not prepared to give it all up just for it to fail. I physically and emotionally can’t do it Jen.”

“You won’t know unless you give it a try princess.”

“Come on, this is me that we’re talking about. It’s always going to go tit’s up.” Does she forget that she has been with me for most of my life? She’s bloody witness every single fall that I’ve ever had, and none of them have been pretty. I won’t be able to survive a fall this big if she isn’t here beside me. Even then, I’m not completely sure I’ll get over it fully.

“I personally think you should go for it. Whatever the outcome, I’ll be here for you one hundred percent and you know this.”

“I know.” I mumble and glance at the clock. I’m surprised to see that it’s already past seven. I wonder where Max and Luke have got to. It was only past noon when they left earlier. Maybe they’ve both come to their senses and realised that me and Jen might be a bit too much to handle. “Did Luke say what time those two were coming back?”

“He didn’t say. I don’t think they’ll be much longer now.  How about we crack open a bottle while we wait for those deliciously hot men of ours to return?” She doesn’t need to ask me twice and before long, we’re both settled back on the sofa, wine glass in hand waiting for our pizza to arrive.”