Meeting Mr Write: Mr Write Trilogy Book One (15 page)

I plead and Rosie blows out a deep breath in preparation for her response. There are tears in her eyes but she looks determined that they will not fall.

“Jackson, I fell for you in Thailand. I fell hard despite your warnings, that was my mistake not yours, but I can’t trust you not to hurt me. I won’t, I’m sorry. I do believe what you say, and I feel deeply for you, but you’re anti-monogamy, it’s just who you are. I may be ‘the one’ right now, but where will I be left when you get bored? Heartbroken, again. I have to protect myself now, regardless of the hurt it will cause us both. I have to walk away.” Rosie pulls her hands away from me and stands. “I’m sorry Jackson, but this has to be goodbye.”

She leaves the café and I have to follow her. We step out into the rain and I reach out and grab Rosie’s arm, pulling her back towards me. I hold her close and look into her eyes.

“Something about kissing in the rain…” I have to kiss her, it may be the last time that I do. It’s both gentle and deep as the tears escape Rosie’s eyes and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close to me as my heart pounds in my chest. “I will prove it to you Rosie, I will!”

I let go and back away, Rosie looks at me and I see it, the hunger that I saw so many times in Thailand, so I take my chance. I hold out my hand to her, if she takes it, all is not lost.

What feels like an eternity passes. Rosie eyes me anxiously in the pouring rain and my hand is still outstretched towards her. Eventually, just as I’m about to admit defeat, she takes it.

I smile and begin to walk, leading her away from the café. I need her to myself, now.

***

Rosie

We reach Jackson’s flat without having said a word to each other since we kissed. As he opens the door and shows me inside I turn to face him. I’m shivering, partly from being wet through and freezing, partly from nerves.

“Come here!”

Jackson pulls me into his arms and I lift my head to look up at him. Despite my reservations, being alone with him again feels amazing. He kisses me and that familiar flame inside me ignites.

“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” Jackson grins mischievously and winks, I laugh and he leads me to his bedroom.

Jackson lets go of my hand and walks into an en suite bathroom, he comes back with two towels. He presses play on his iPod dock and Sia ‘Breathe Me’ starts to play, he smiles and walks to me. He starts to dry my hair with one of the towels.

“I don’t want you getting sick.” The gesture breaks my heart and I grab his wet hoody to pull him towards me. We kiss again and the same electricity that has always been present charges between us.

Not breaking our kiss, Jackson starts to unbutton my coat. When he is done he moves behind me and removes it carefully, hanging it up over the radiator to dry. I’m touched by his consideration. He removes his hoody and I briefly spy the trail that leads down from his belly button. My tummy flips and my throat is dry as he walks back towards me and resumes our kiss.

He continues to undress me and I return the favour by relieving him of his wet clothes until we are standing in just our underwear, both eager and slightly nervous to move forward.

Jackson sits on the edge of his bed and pulls me gently by the hand until I’m standing in front of him. He traces a line down my stomach with his fingers and then kisses me just below my belly button, I close my eyes as everything clenches and I step forward needing more.

Jackson moves his kisses around to each side as he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs and my breath catches in my throat. He looks up at me and smiles softly, before pulling me gently forward to guide me to lie down on the bed.

Jackson moves to lie next to me, tracing the outline of my face as he looks down at me. He bends his left leg over mine and I can feel that he is hard against my hip, I inhale shakily in anticipation and he smiles once more, he knows he’s good at this. It’s what he does best!

“Let me make love to you Rosie.”

As he says the words he runs a hand down over my bare neck, down in-between my breasts and across my ribs to my side. My hips rock in response as his hand moves lower, stroking the side of my hip and across my stomach.

“Jackson.”

I am breathless and ready and can only manage to say his name to let him know how much I want him. In this moment all else has disappeared, it’s just Jackson and I and I am lost in him. He slides his hands inside my lace French knickers and gasps in my ear at my arousal.

“I want you Rosie.” He kisses my neck as he begins an excruciatingly slow assault with his fingers. I rock against him, eager to feel the release that he knows he can give to me.

“Jackson, you have me.”

I am breathless as my body starts to climb and he slowly pushes two fingers inside me, I gasp at the sensation and push down, desperate for more.

“Rosie, I love you so much.” Jackson stops what he is doing to remove my knickers. He pulls me towards him and reaches behind me to undo my bra and then
discards my underwear to the floor. When he stands to remove his own, I can do nothing but lick my lips in anticipation, as I take in the sight of the man that I love, naked and hard for me.

Jackson climbs onto the bed between my legs and positions himself ready for entry. He pushes the tip of his erection inside me and circles his thumb over my clit.

I shake as an orgasm starts to build in me and as my legs begin to stiffen, Jackson pushes deep into me and stops, still circling his thumb as my orgasm clenches around him. The pressure of him inside me as I come is mind-blowing. I pull him close and moan into his neck as I shudder back to earth.

Jackson
looks me in the eyes and smiles. As he kisses me he starts to move, long slow thrusts deep inside me and my body is on fire. James Morrison ‘You Give Me Something’ starts to play and we both smile.

He hooks his left arm under my right knee and pulls my leg up to allow him deeper access. I can’t contain my moans as a second orgasm builds in me and I claw at his back wanting more. Jackson speeds up as he grinds his hips into me, he’s aiming for my G-spot and he knows exactly where he is going.

Jackson groans loudly as his own body starts to build and I can’t stop myself from screaming as he pushes harder and faster deep inside me.

He releases my leg and I wrap them both around his waist. He pushes himself up above me as he pounds into me and the sight of his abs contracting as he works is too much, it tips me over the edge and I groan loudly as an intense orgasm rushes over me. As I pulse around him, Jackson thrusts his own climax into me, breathing heavily before stilling and taking a deep breath.

He opens his eyes to look at me and smiles, we’re both glistening with sweat and sated from our afternoon make up session.

“I missed you Rosie, I missed this.” He leans down and kisses me on the forehead, still breathing heavily as he slowly pulls out of me before collapsing onto his back next me.

After a few moments Jackson heads into the en suite and throws me a t-shirt and some of his boxers, I look at him confused and he smiles.

“Put them on.” He insists and I comply.

He comes out of the bathroom wearing just some boxers and smiles at my attire.

“Is it wrong that I find you sexy in men’s underwear?” He bites his lip his eyes are fixed on me, like he wants to devour me.

“Probably, I’ll ask my brother?” I wink and he laughs as he jumps back onto the bed.

We spend the rest of the afternoon listening to Jackson’s iPod and talking about our families. Jackson opens up about his Mum and admits that he can’t wait for his Dad to meet me. I tell him all about my crazy parents and that they know nothing about him but will more than likely love him.

We order pizza and I continue to talk, I tell him about Rafe and Matthew and about the proposal on the beach.

“Really, he did it with you and Pip there?” He seems surprised,

“Rafe and I are very close, it wouldn’t be right if we weren’t there for each other’s big moments. Michael put a ring on my finger while I was asleep, three times…and I just let him get away with it, but Rafe never forgave him for that.” Jackson looks horrified.

“What a freak, Rosie!” He looks at me horrified. “I can’t think of you with someone like him. It kills me, and makes me want to kill him!”

I quickly move to straddle Jackson and holding his face in my hands I kiss his brow bone and his nose and then his mouth.

“You don’t have to think of me with anyone, except you Jackson.” I smile and he rolls me onto my back settling above me.

“Ditto!” He kisses me and before I can protest, it’s time for round two.

Sixteen

Rosie

It’s been almost three weeks since I agreed to give Jackson a second chance and I haven’t looked back. I have brief moments of panic where I think he’ll hurt me again, but then I remember that if he does, Rafe will kill him and I feel sort of ok again.

It’s Christmas Eve today and I’m heading home to Buxton to spend time with my parents. Rafe and Matthew are staying at home and Pip has gone to her parents’ house in Portugal.  Jackson is at his Dad’s house in Burnsall, North Yorkshire. I miss him already but am also glad for the distance. I need to gather my thoughts, and tell my parents about him.

The train to Stockport is delayed due to the weather and we get stuck somewhere near Milton Keynes because of snow. I text Mam to let her know and take out my laptop, I’ve decided to try and write my next book, but all I can think about is Jackson. So I start to write down the story of our relationship, I have to clear my mind somehow.

By the time I reach Stockport to change trains, I have been writing none stop for nearly four hours, and have the makings of a pretty good romance novel. I laugh to myself that this is actually my life.

It is dark and the train has taken much longer than it should have because of the weather. My parents are picking me up from the train station so I call them to let them know that I’m not far now. My Mam answers and doesn’t seem particularly bothered by my lateness, she just tells me to stay safe and that she’ll see me soon. The train pulls into Buxton station and I collect my bags and head out onto the platform to look for Dad. As I step off the train the cold hits me and I tighten my coat around me. Six weeks ago I was in baking hot sun and now this!

I can’t see Dad anywhere and presume it’s too cold for his old Spanish bones, so head for the inside of the station. As I approach the doors a man speaks from behind me.

“Can I take your bags Miss Alvez?” I momentarily freeze and then turn, its Jackson. I look into his eyes and he smiles. “Rosie, I’m freezing my balls off here, give me the bags!” I am stunned and pass my bags to him before following him to the car.

I’m in shock, more so when I see that Jackson is driving Dad’s Nissan Qashqai. I shake my head in confusion but climb into the passenger seat while he puts my bags in the boot.

“Jackson, what are you doing here?” I ask through chattering teeth as the heaters start to warm the air in the car, “Why are you in my Dad’s car?”

“I told you that I would prove it to you Rosie, so here I am. You thought I couldn’t commit, but I already have, more than you know.” Jackson smiles and reverses out of the space, I’m so confused but I’m too cold and tired to question any more.

When we arrive at my parents’ house we are greeted at the door by Mam.

“Rosetta, my sweet girl, I’ve missed you. Come in, come in.” She hugs us both to my surprise and practically drags us inside.

The house smells exactly as it should at Christmas, of mulled wine and cinnamon candles. It is warm and the smell of Dad’s cooking hits my senses as I approach the kitchen.

“Hola Papa!” I say from the doorway and smile as Dad turns away from the stove to embrace his little girl. It’s a brief hello though before he directs me towards the living room. I walk into the room and am stunned as I am greeted by Rafe, Matthew and Pippa, none of whom are supposed to be here. I start to cry as I hug my closest friend.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Portugal!”

“Tell me about I’m bloody freezing, but Jackson said its one Christmas I wouldn’t want to miss, so here I am baby girl.” She smiles and I turn to Jackson.

“Ok, what the hell is going on Jackson? I’m beyond confused.”

Dad comes into the living room. He has taken off his apron so I know that this is something serious. Jackson smiles and takes a deep breath.

“Rosetta, I haven’t known you all that long, but I am so crazy about you that I can’t live another day without you being mine.” I shudder with a realisation of what I think is happening.

“I came here yesterday to tell your parents how much I love you and how I hurt you, and after your Dad calmed down and stopped trying to kill me,”

I smile as Jackson looks anxiously towards my Dad.

“I explained that it is the worst mistake that I have ever made and that I will spend an eternity trying to make it up to you. I finished my book Rosie.”

Jackson smiles knowingly and takes my hands. I notice my Mam lean close into Dad.

“It’s a novel, about an idiot who risks losing the love of his life. He begs her to forgive him, which of course she does!” He winks and I flush when everyone laughs around me, Jackson flashes his show stopping grin.

“…And then, as you do, he ambushes her at her parents’ house on Christmas Eve. He tells her how he feels and that he’d be lost without her, and then he gets down on one knee.”

As he says the words, Jackson does the same. I exhale sharply and feel heat rising in my cheeks as Pippa squeaks from behind me

“Rosie, you’re everything that I thought I never wanted or needed. When I am around you, or without you, I am so bloody useless. You infuriate me and excite me at the same time and you make me want what I never wanted before. What your parents have, what mine had.
 I know that I don’t deserve you, far from it in fact, but if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and beautiful every single day. I know that it’s sudden Rosetta, but I can’t risk letting you escape…so I have rope in my bag just in case you say no!”

There’s laughter again and I smile and bite lip nervously towards Jackson, anticipating his next words.

“After a stiff warning, a threat or two and a few beers, your Dad came to understand that I will do anything for you. So, I am honoured and relieved to say that he has given me his blessing to ask you this.”

Jackson reaches into the pocket on his zip up hoody and produces a box. He opens it to reveal a vintage diamond and emerald engagement ring. I gasp and swallow hard as I glance to my brother for his approval he smiles and nods and tears pool in my eyes.

“Rosetta, will you please be my wife?” Jackson asks the question with such desperation and love that I am powerless.

“Yes! Yes Jackson, I will!” I smile as Jackson stands and kisses me. I can feel the relief in him as he wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear.

“I will never let you down Rosie, I promise you.”

***

As the celebrations begin and the drinks flow, Mam starts to discuss the prospect of planning two weddings while the men in the room laugh and joke as more alcohol is consumed.

Everyone is drunk when Pippa stands to make a toast; Jackson comes to sit next to me on the sofa and holds my hand, linking our fingers together in a heart-warmingly intimate gesture.

“JJ, you know that I love you, if you hurt her you’re dead, but I love you all the same!” She smiles in a way that says, 'I’m jovial but deadly serious.' “Thank you for promising to make her feel loved, because that’s the least that she deserves, and Rosie, it’s a good job he’s asked you, now you can tell him about the baby!”

The room falls silent and Jackson tightens his grip on my hand. I stare open mouthed at my best friend before she bursts into laughter and the rest of the room follows. Relieved, Jackson loosens his grip and leans over to me, he kisses me tenderly on the cheek and whispers softly in my ear,

“One step at a time hey?”