Meeting Mr Write: Mr Write Trilogy Book One (10 page)

I leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and my wet hair dripping onto my shoulders, Jackson’s eyes light up when he sees me and Pippa declares that she needs a shower. I assume that this is just to give us some privacy, and I’m grateful.

The moment she closes the door, Jackson grins and pulls me close. Stroking his hands across my arse as he kissing me and pulls my towel away.

“Jackson, Pippa is only in the bathroom.” I’m completely naked and water is dripping all down my body from my hair.

“Rosie right now I couldn’t give a shit if she was sitting in the bed watching us, look at you!”

He turns me around so that I’m facing the full length mirror, and from behind me starts to kiss my neck,

“Jackson.”

I try to protest but he strokes his right hand up my torso to massage my breasts, kissing my neck the whole time. I watch in the mirror as his left hand follows the trail to my breasts and he moves his right hand slowly down my side and across my hips. I open my legs slightly to welcome it and he starts to massage my now throbbing clit. He slides his hand further down and pushes the tips of two fingers inside me.

“You’re wet Rosie, do you like being able to watch?”

He makes eye contact in the mirror and I nod as I watch his left hand slide down my body and behind me. I hear Jackson’s zipper and within seconds he pushes my upper body forward and pushes inside me.

My hands are against the wall and Jackson is holding my hips pulling me back to meet his thrusts…and I am watching it all in the mirror.

I can see the eager grip of his fingers on my skin and the pleasure on both of our faces. I am so turned on.

I can tell that he intends this to be quick by the speed of his thrusting, and that’s fine by me. I move my right hand to between my legs to help speed things along.
 The second I start to stimulate my clit I feel myself tightening around him and he responds, thrusting harder and faster into me until I have to put both hands back on the wall to steady myself.

Jackson moans loudly as my clenching orgasm tips him over the edge and he pushes deep inside me with his last thrust. I’m short of breath and shaking when Jackson speaks and brings me back to reality.

“Fuck Rosie, we didn’t use anything. Are you on the pill?”

I’m still tingling and don’t quite accept how irresponsible of me that was, given that Jackson is the poster boy for promiscuity.

“Yeah, don’t worry. No little Jackson’s here.” I smile at him in the mirror and he exhales his relief before sitting on the bed and watching me get into my shorts pyjamas.

“Is it safe to come out?” Pippa calls from the bathroom ten minutes later.

“Yes Pippa, why wouldn’t it be?” Jackson responds and smiles at me, we are both sitting watching TV on my bed.

“Oh I thought you might be shagging!” Pippa looks almost disappointed as she comes out of the bathroom in her yoga pants, and an ‘Ao Nang’ t-shirt that she bought this morning

“No Pip, just waiting for you.”

I throw Pippa the room service menu and look up to meet Jackson’s eyes, his smile matching my own as he kisses my forehead.

“Jackson your taste in films is appalling!” Pippa looks genuinely shocked as she tries to choose a DVD out of Jackson’s selection,

“Philippa, I’ll have you know that my taste in everything is exquisite. Trust me.  If you’ve never seen Thor, you’re missing out!” Jackson grins and even Pippa is under his spell.

“Fine, Thor it is. At least it’s got Hotty McHotness Hemsworth in it I guess.” Seeing Pippa and Jackson banter over films makes me smile, if he and I were to go somewhere once we’re back home, at least I know they get along and he passes at least two of her strict rules…

He must be hot.

He must be good in bed.

He must love me almost as much as he loves you.

“Tonight has been great Jackson, thank you.” Pippa seems really relaxed after her burger & chips, ice cream, 2 DVDs and half a bottle of wine. “I haven’t thanked you yet for last night. What you did was amazing. If you two hadn’t been there who knows what could have happened?” She’s getting emotional again.

“Philippa, you have nothing to thank me for. Just be more careful in future, there are some real scum bags out there.” Jackson smiles at Pippa “You’re a beautiful girl Pip, you don’t need to let men that aren’t worthy of you within arm’s reach, just because you can.”

He stands and kisses Pippa on the top of the head before going into the bathroom, she looks at me in shock and then smiles,

“Ok Rosie, I like him!”

An hour later with Pippa snoring beside us, Jackson stops kissing me and sits up on my bed.

“Rosie I better go.” He turns and smiles at me, I’m pouting, “Don’t look at me like that, if I stay much longer I’m going to want to be deep inside you and your best friend is asleep, four feet away.”

I know he’s right but I pull him back down towards me and continue kissing him, he pulls away again,

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he laughs, “I’m going now. Can I take you out for the day tomorrow?”

I stick out my bottom lip at the fact that he’s leaving and joke “I’ll consider it!”

He shakes his head and smiles. “I’ll pick you up at nine, you’ll need swimwear.”

I walk him to the door and he kisses me again. This time it’s not a hungry passionate kiss, its soft and it feels like more, like there are feelings behind it. I feel a pang of hope deep in my belly and try to ignore it.

“See you at nine Jackson.” I say softly onto his lips as I break the kiss, he leaves and for some reason, I feel tears prick my eyes.

As I close the door they fall down my cheeks and I lean my forearms against the door as I softly sob, I’m in too deep. I’m not in control of my feelings anymore. I’m falling in love with this man, who has pretty much assured me that he will break my heart. What is wrong with me?

Eleven

             
J
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“Good Morning Mr James. So where are you taking me?”

Rosie looks gorgeous as she walks down the steps from the hotel lobby to meet me.

“Wait and see. You’ll like it!”

We ride down to the pier and Rosie looks anxiously at the awaiting speedboat.

“What are we doing?”

“Inspiration Ms Alvez!” I smile at her, she should know by now that I do things differently.

I step onto the boat and hold out my hand to help her aboard.

“You’re driving it?” She sounds shocked when she notices that we’re the only people here.

“I’ve done this before once or twice Rosie, relax.” I start the engine and she smiles at me, that’s all I need, and I head out onto the Andaman Sea.

Rosie climbs up onto the front of the boat and I’m mesmerised by her. She looks so happy and free, the wind is blowing through her long red hair and she’s beautiful. It takes everything that I have, to concentrate on where I’m going instead of on her.

After about an hour, I switch off the engine, plug my iPod into the dock that I brought with us and McFly’s ‘Love is Easy’ fills the air. I do love McFly…I might gloss over that fact for now though.
As they start singing about love being easy, I decide it’s definitely not the right song and press skip. Perfect… Morcheeba, ‘By The Sea.’

“Is this where you murder me and throw my body in the sea Mr James?” She smiles mischievously at me and I can’t help my response,

“No Miss Alvez, this is where I fuck you and then feed you breakfast.”

She pretends to be shocked but doesn’t protest and I move closer to lift her down from the front of the boat.

I can feel her heart beating, it’s like it is going to beat out of her chest but she’s trying to look relaxed. I see her eyes widen as I peel my shirt off, I love seeing the effect I have on her.  I hold out my hand to her, she takes it and I pull her close to me.

“Jackson, will anyone see us?” She looks around, partly nervous, partly excited by the exhibitionism of the situation.

“Shh…who’s going to see us out here? Besides, give me some time and you won’t care!”

I put my hand on her arse and pull her tight to me, she kisses me intensely and I’m already so hard. She runs her hands around my sides and down my abs and undoes the button on my shorts. She slides her hand inside and takes a tight hold of me, it feels good and I gasp. She smiles up at me through her lashes and I feel myself pulse in her hand. I smile, I love this part.

Rosie sits and leans back on her elbows, straightening her legs out towards me, inviting me to join her.

“You’re distinctly overdressed Alvez!”

I kneel down and undo the button and zipper on her short denim skirt, slowly pushing my hand inside to pull it down, she bucks her hips.

“Bend your knees.” She does as she’s told and I pull the skirt down and off, “Your top…” She leans forward and I lift the hem of her top up and pull it off, “You’re so fucking sexy Rosie!”

I run my fingers up the inside of her leg, it kills me to take it so slow when she looks so good, but it’ll be worth it. She pushes her hips towards me. She’s just as eager for more.

I stop and crawl up her body, holding myself up above her and taking in the view below.
 She’s not giving in. She stays propped up on her elbows and tips her head back, I kiss her neck and hear her intake of breath. I lift her back up towards me taking the weight off her arms and then lay her down flat.

I lie down almost on top of her and kiss her deeply, her tongue against mine and the feel of her body underneath me makes me so fucking horny. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’d happily die buried ball deep inside this woman.

I lean up and move so that I’m kneeling between her legs. I run my hands up the inside of her thighs and tease her with my thumbs at the top. I stroke my fingers down the side of her bikini bottoms and push one and then two fingers inside, she’s soaking wet and I fucking love it.

“I could fuck you right now Rosie, but not yet.”

I pull my fingers out and remove her bikini bottoms.  My thumb rubs circles on her clit and she arches her back to push towards me, two fingers slide inside and I find her swollen G-spot, she lets out a high pitched moan and pushes down onto my fingers. She’s tight, but so fucking responsive.

I kiss the top of her leg and then run my tongue up her wet slit to her clit, she tastes and smells so good and I want more.
 I circle with my tongue and then gently suck, my left hand is working hard inside and I place my right hand flat on her stomach holding her in place.

My tongue is circling again and I can feel her body starting to rock towards me.
 I move my right hand down and then pull up, fully exposing the now hyper sensitive clit to me. I flick my tongue back and forth, then suck and circle with the tip, my fingers becoming more frantic inside her and I feel her legs stiffen and she starts the moan. She tightens around my fingers and her body erupts, shaking as I bring her back down to earth slowly.

While she enjoys the aftershocks of her orgasm I stand and remove my shorts. Massive Attack’s ‘Teardrop’ starts to play.

I am more than ready for action and reach into my shorts pocket for a condom, before discarding them to one side.  Rosie removes her bikini top while I roll the condom on then move to kneel between her legs. I slide my arms under her knees and lift them towards her chest. She moans loudly as I push deep inside. I take it slow, she’s tight and I am rock hard so it feels amazing. I pick up the pace slightly and Rosie cries out for more.

I can see the hunger in her eyes as she looks up at me and bites her lip, she’s already close and I groan as I speed up, it’s hard and fast and I can’t hold on much longer. Rosie arches her back off the deck and moans as she rocks to the waves of pleasure that are washing over her. She clenches around me and I let go, pounding my own orgasm into her.

My body jolts and I moan softly into her neck before stilling. With the soft beat of the music in the background bringing us both back to earth slowly, I look into Rosie’s eyes and in this moment, I feel more content than I ever have.

***
 

Rosie

We lay naked in the late morning sun listening to Jackson’s iPod as the boat gently bobs on the calm sea. I’m floating back to earth. Jackson kisses my neck and I shudder, I’m still coming down. He lifts up onto his side and smiles down at me, gently tracing circles around my belly button with his fucking magic fingers.

“Breakfast?”

After we eat Jackson hands me a snorkel and a mask. He answers my unasked questions as he sees the uncertainty in my face,

“I’ll look after you sweet cheeks, besides it won’t be that deep. I’m going to take you to Bamboo Island. The tourist boats should have all moved on by the time we get there. We can chill on the beach for a bit and wait for the tide to go out. There’s an amazing coral reef there then, you have to see it.”

For the first time since the nursery, I see the Jackson that I imagine writing a travel guide. Enthusiastic and excited, it’s a lovely sight.

He was right about the coral, it was beautiful. There were fish of all colours, shapes and sizes and I loved it.  At one point I got a bit too excited and put my head and snorkel completely under the surface. I panicked a little when salt water filled my mouth, but laughed hysterically at myself when Jackson pulled me up and into his arms, telling me to be careful. He looked terrified, as though he’d just had to save me from drowning, instead of just saving me from my own stupidity!

It has been an amazing day and I’m not ready for it to end, but as we pull back towards the pier the signal returns to Jackson’s phone and he gets a text.

“Steve’s invited us round for food tonight, Pippa too. Do you fancy it?” He asks and I’m unsure, last time we were around Steve, Jackson became really defensive and stand-offish, but I can’t really say no.

“Sure, I’ll text Pip.”

A couple of hours later and the three of us arrive in a tuk tuk to Steve and Annie’s house. It’s a lovely bungalow with a neat lawn, nestled in lush green hills and surrounded by rubber trees. Steve greets us at the door and guides us through the house towards the back garden.

“Make yourselves at home guys, there are drinks in the ice box and the food won’t be long.”

Steve’s back garden is fantastic, he has a pool with colour changing lights under the water, and fairy lights hang from tree to tree.

“Thanks Steve, your home is gorgeous!” Pippa looks around in awe at the beautiful property,

“Thanks honey, it’s all down to Annie really. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

Steve heads back into the kitchen where Annie is busy cooking, through the window I see him hug her from behind and kiss her affectionately on the temple. I look to Jackson but he is helping himself to a cold Singha from the cool box.

Annie brings out a whole array of home cooked Thai food. It looks and smells absolutely divine and we all waste no time at all tucking in.

“Annie this is sensational, thank you,” Pippa seems blown away by the tastes on offer.

“You’re welcome.” Annie smiles, she is clearly eager to be the perfect hostess and I think Pippa’s compliment has made her night.

The drinks continue to flow and it’s not long before I’m a little light headed. I get the impression that Steve maybe used to drink more that he does now, as he’s trying to keep up with Jackson but just getting more wasted with each bottle.

“JJ, I’m chuffed to bits mate. Seeing you and Rosie together, it warms my soul!”

Here we go again, I’ve seen Steve drunk twice now and all he seems to want to discuss is Jackson and I.

“I mean it! She’s a star and well, I never thought I’d see the day where one woman was enough for you, but I was wrong.” I shift uncomfortably, Jackson is not yet certain that he can commit and I don’t want Steve to scare him off.

“
Steve, come on mate, that’s enough.” Jackson pleads with his friend.

“No man, I’m sick of this shit with you JJ. You’re in love with Rosie. I can see it in your eyes mate. Just admit it and be happy.” Jackson stares blankly at Steve and there’s a mix of anger and fear in his eyes, Steve doesn’t appear to see it, “Jackson, she’s the one mate. Look at her.”

“Alright Steve, that’s enough about my love life. When is the wedding?” I interject and Jackson acknowledges my change of subject with a brief glance at me, and Annie takes over the conversation.

Annie fills us in on the plans for their Thai wedding here in Ao Nang in January and their English wedding in Devon in February. Pippa and I are now officially invited. By the time Annie has finished talking, both men have gone inside the house. I decide to go looking for Jackson, and for the bathroom.

“Steve, you need to back off, you know me!” I hear Jackson talking to Steve, his tone is harsh, he means business. I stand, hidden outside of the room that they’re in.

“JJ, I’m sorry mate, my mouth runs away with me…but come on, you’ve spent the last week with the girl, you light up in her company and you haven’t shagged anyone else since you’ve known her, have you?” My heart stops, please Jackson, don’t say that you have.

“No, but that’s not the point Steve. We’re going slowly with this, don’t push it.”

I breathe a sigh of relief at Jackson’s response, if I’d heard him say there had been anyone else, I think I would have passed out there and then.

“Just because I like the girl does not mean I’m going to get serious with her Steve, don’t give her false hope.”

Oh! I feel sick and rush for the
bathroom; Jackson must have heard me in the hallway as he follows me there and knocks at the door,

“Rosie is that you? Are you ok sweetie?” He sounds sheepish, obviously worried about what I may have heard. I decide in that moment not to say anything and just enjoy my night with him. What will be, will be as they say, but as I look in the mirror and call out my response, I fight to hold back the tears that are waiting to fall.

“Yep, I’m good just a bit tipsy. I’ll be out in two minutes.”

“Ok, well if you need me I’m just here.” Oh Jackson if only that were true.

My walk back to the garden gives me time to fix my mask. I paint on the same happy look that I arrived with. I know that Jackson’s feelings for me are deeper than he cares to admit and I’m not going to shy away and let him forget that. We’re going to have a great night tonight and tomorrow and then I’ll head to Phi Phi. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

As two am rolls around I look up at Pippa, who is fully clothed and about to dive bomb into Steve’s pool and I realise that I haven’t seen Jackson in about half an hour.

“Steve, have you seen Jackson?” I ask as Steve takes a seat with me at the table, Annie is getting ready for her own jump into the water,

“He’s gone honey, did he not say goodnight? He said he had an early start.” Steve has now sobered up and looks at me with pity, my expression must have given my feelings away. “Sorry Rosie”.