The Mighty Storm (32 page)

“
I
’
m not afraid of having a relationship.” He sits up abruptly leaving me cold. “I
’
m
trying
to have a relationship with you, but you seem to be having a pretty fuckin
’
hard time letting go of your current one. You asked before if I
’
ve ever had a girlfriend
–
no. But you don
’
t ask if I want one. Because I do
–
you. I want you in my life all the time. I want to be able to go out with you in public and tell everyone that you
’
re my girl, without hiding here in these fuckin
’
hotel rooms, while you decide if you want me or him.”

Whoa! What the hell?! How did we get here?

“
I
’
ve told you I want to be with you.”

“
But you haven
’
t told Will, and therein lies the problem, Tru. Because really, I don
’
t think you do know what you want.”

“
I do.”

I sit up and take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “I want you. I want to be with you.”

And in this moment I mean those words. I do want Jake. But I know I love Will too, and honestly, I don
’
t know how I
’
m going to feel when I see him again.

The truth is, being here with Jake, like this, it
’
s easy because I just feel so far away from Will. Far away from my life with him.

Like him and I was a different lifetime ago.

But when he steps back into it … I guess I just don
’
t know.

Still, no matter how I feel, I will do the right thing. I will tell Will about me and Jake. I just have to find the right moment.

I move my mouth close to Jake
’
s, but instead of kissing his lips, I dip my head and kiss the scar on his chin, pressing my lips gently to it.

He sharps in a breath.

I run my tongue over his rough stubble, upwards, until my mouth finds his.

He grabs a hand full of my hair, holding me to him.

“
You
’
re mine, Tru. I
’
m not sharing you with him anymore.”

“
I
’
m yours,” I murmur into his mouth.

I just feel so utterly intoxicated by him, and in this moment I am his, completely.

Jake pushes me back onto the bed, grabs a condom from the nightstand and has it on in moments.

He slides himself inside me, no hesitation. I groan as I feel him fill me completely, like only he can.

He kisses me hard on the mouth, and then rolls onto his back taking me with him, putting me on top.

I start to move slowly, up and down, my hands placed on his toned stomach.

“
Fuck, Tru,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips, as he lifts his, meeting me, pushing himself deeper inside.

“
I want to,” I breathe, meeting his eyes, biting down on my lip.

Jake has me on my back again, in one swift move, taking my breath with it.

And then things get urgent and heated, and hard.

I
’
m hips up, meeting his thrusts, hands splayed on his back, fingers digging into his muscle, gripping him, while Jake fucks me like I want him to.

“
Oh God, Jake,” I moan. “Harder. I want it harder.”

“
You
’
ll tell him about us tomorrow.” He slams into me, his teeth gritted. He
’
s not asking.

“
I
’
ll tell him.” I
’
d say anything right now if it means he
’
ll keep doing this with me
–
to me.

“
I won
’
t share you anymore,” he repeats, as he continues driving into me over and over again. “You belong to me.”

“
Yes,” I cry out.

When we find our release together, Jake holds me tight to him, his face buried in my neck. Almost like it
’
s the last time he
’
s going to hold me.

And I lay here, confused, trembling on the inside from the intensity of it all. Of the intensity of his feelings for me.

I hadn
’
t realised they were so deep. Or that Jake was quite so possessive.

I wake to the sound of knocking on my hotel door. A glance at the clock tells me it’s 9.15am.

I wonder who the hell that is?

Jake is wrapped around me like a sheet. I disentangle myself from him. He groans and rolls over in his sleep.

I pull my robe on and pad my way toward the main door. I peer through the peep hole, and my heart stops in my chest.

It
’
s Will.

Will is standing outside my door, and Simone is with him, and Jake is in my bed
–
holy fuck!

Holy fucking fuckety shit!

For a moment, I literally don
’
t know what to do.

Then Will knocks at the door again. A little louder this time.

I take a couple of quiet steps back, then turning I run into the bedroom.

“
Jake,” I whisper, shaking him. “Wake up.”

He blinks open heavy eyes.

“
Will is here, outside the door! Here now!” I hiss.

He blinks again as my words register. Then very slowly, he sits up.

He doesn
’
t look panicked in the least. Me, I
’
m absolutely shitting myself, but Jake seems quiet leisurely about it.

“
You
’
ve have to hide.” I pull on his arm, glancing around the room, my eye catching sight of the bathroom door.

“
What?”

“
Hide. You need to hide in the bathroom. Will is here outside the door.”

I run around gathering up his clothes. I shove them in his arms, and try to pull him off the bed. He
’
s reluctance is apparent.

“
You want me to hide in the fuckin
’
bathroom?” His tone is less than encouraging.

“
Ssh, keep your voice down, he
’
ll hear you.”

“
I don
’
t give a fuck,” he says audible.

Oh no.

“
Please, Jake. I can
’
t let him find out this way. Not when he
’
s come all this way to see me. I will tell him, soon. But not like this.
Please
.” I try to urge him off toward the bathroom again.

Another knock. Louder, more insistent this time.

Jake glances in the direction of the knocking, then looks back to me giving me a hard, unforgiving stare.

I stare back with pleading eyes.

He gets to his feet and storms in the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.

My head is an absolute mess.

I quickly make my way toward the door. Smoothing my hair down, I take a deep breath, then swing the door open.

“
Surprise!” Will and Simone sing in unison.

“
Arghh!” I cry out in fake-Oscar-worthy-surprise.

Will throws his arms around me, enveloping me into a big hug.

His scent washes over me, musky and minty, and I almost break down crying on the spot.

“
God, I
’
ve missed you,” he says, holding me tight.

“
I missed you too,” I murmur. I can
’
t stop the tears that fill my eyes.

Guilty tears.

“
You took your time answering the door.” He holds me back, looking at me like he
’
s drinking me in.

He looks so happy.

Oh God.

“
Sorry, I was sleeping.” I somehow manage to get the words out of my clotted throat.

“
A late one huh?”

“
Mmm.”

Simone pushes her way in hugging me. I wrap my arms around her.

I
’
m so glad she
’
s here.

Will moves past us, wheeling their little suitcases into my suite.

“
Hey, gorgeous,” she says. “The flat has been so quiet, and so clean without you.”

I hug her tighter.

“
Hey, you okay?” She holds me back appraising me with her eyes.

“
I
’
m just happy to see you.” I hug her again.

Releasing her, I follow Will into the living room, Simone behind me.

Okay, so Jake is trapped in the bathroom, and I somehow have to get them out of here for a little while, so he can get of there and back to his own suite.

“
Holy shit!” Simone exclaims from behind me. “This place is huge.”

I shrug, smiling through tight lips.

My eyes keep flickering in the direction of the bathroom door.

Jake is in there. In the bathroom. Wearing just his boxer shorts. I hope he
’
s dressed into his clothes.

Not that it will make the slightest bit of difference if Will finds him trapped in my bathroom. It
’
ll be pretty clear what he
’
s doing in there.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety fuck.

What am I going to do?

After setting down the suitcases, Will comes back over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and plants a kiss firmly on my lips.

I squirm a little.

I wonder if he
’
ll be able to smell Jake on me? Freeing myself from his kiss, I lean back away slightly.

He stares down at my face. “Are you okay, darling?”

“
Of course.” My voice is a little strangled, and I
’
m dying under his gaze. I feel like I
’
m going to crack any minute.

“
This is okay isn
’
t it? Simone and I turning up to surprise you?”

“
Of course it is!”

Simone is wandering around checking the place out.

“
This bedroom is massive!” she exclaims, poking her head through the door.

Don
’
t go in there. Please don
’
t go in there.

She
’
s gone in.

Crap.

I can see her over Will
’
s shoulder moving around, checking things out, looking at the view through the window, which is right next to the bathroom door.

Don
’
t go in the bathroom. Don
’
t go in the bathroom.

I see her hand reaching for the door handle.

Fuck.

What am I going to do? I
’
m trying to think quickly, but I
’
m frozen. Nothing
’
s working. Every function in me failing right when I need it most.

Then everything slips into slow motion, and I freeze solid in Will arms as I watch in absolute horror, as Simone pulls open the bathroom door.

“
ARGHH!” she screams.

Fuck.

Shit.

Bollocks.

“
Simone are you okay?” Will asks, concerned, turning in my arms.

I keep a firm hold of him.

This is it. This is the exact moment that everything is over.

If I
’
d have known this was going to be the last time I held Will, then I
’
d have held him with a lot more conviction. I
’
d have taken in everything about him. Because when he finds out Jake is in there, he
’
s never going to forgive me. He
’
ll never look at me the same again.

Simone is silent for what seems like forever. I tentatively hold my breath, waiting for her response, feeling like my head may explode any second.

“
I
’
m fine!” she hollers, but her voice sounds a little strangled.

Then I hear the bathroom door close.

I exhale.

“
It was just a spider. A massive spider in the bath. Frightened the shit out of me,” she says, coming back into living room.

“
Do you want me to get rid of it?” Will asks, turning in my arms.

“
No!” Both Simone and I say in unison.

Will looks between the two of us puzzled.

“
I like spiders,” I say quickly.

“
You do?” Will focuses his inquisitive stare onto me.

I instantly heat under his gaze.

“
It
’
s gone. It bolted when I screamed at it,” Simone tells him, saving me from his quizzical stare.

I meet her eyes briefly. One, slow blink, thanking her.

She nods gently, and sits down on the arm of the sofa.