The Mighty Storm (43 page)

I stop kissing him. “You haven
’
t?” I just figured this was a Jake thing.

He shakes his head.

“
So why do you tear mine off?”

He stares down at me with his beautiful blue eyes. “Because that’s how crazy you make me feel. I’ve never wanted
anyone
the way I want you, Tru. I just can’t wait to be inside you.”

His words are so intense, so fixed with meaning that the muscles in my tummy clench, leaving me feeling doubly delicious.

It amazes me how easily his words can unravel me.

“
I love that it’s our thing … so do you want me to put them back on so you can rip them off?” I bite down on my lip.

“
Fuck no! I
’
m not covering you back up now, and anyway, I
’
ve got my whole life to spend ripping your panties off.”

His whole life
. I love the sound of that.

He slides his finger inside me.

My hips buck, grinding myself into his hand, and all thoughts of ripped underwear slip from my mind, and I start to work his still growing erection quickly in my hand.

He moans and kissing my shoulder, he bites gently on my skin.

“
I want to make love to you,” he groans, rubbing his thumb over my hot spot.

“
Ahh,” I moan. “Yes, and now, because if you keep doing that then I
’
m going to come any second.”

Jake pushes his boxer shorts off, then lays between my legs, framing me.

“
Are you on birth control?”

“
Yes, why?”

“
Because I don
’
t want to use a condom. I want our first proper time together as a couple to be special. I want to
feel
you, Tru.”

“
But…” I trail off. I know I shouldn
’
t think it, but all those women he
’
s had sex with.

And as if reading my thoughts he says, “I
’
ve never had sex without a condom before in my life.”

“
Never?”

“
Never,” he reaffirms. “STD
’
s and unwanted pregnancies are not something I ever aspired to have, Tru. And I get regular check-ups, my last was a week before we met back up, and I haven
’
t had sex with anyone since then but you.”

He wants me to be his first.

“
So it
’
s kind of like I
’
m taking your virginity,” I grin.

“
I guess it kind of is,” he chuckles lightly, then his eyes turn serious. “I’ve never made love with anyone but you, because there is only you who I’ve ever loved.”

I lift my hips up, pushing against him, my feelings for him driving through me. “I want to feel you, Jake. I want you to make love to me.”

His eyes turn lustful, laced thick with desire. And without taking his from mine, he very slowly eases himself inside me.

“
Fuuucckk,” he groans, slowly.

I watch him with contentment and love, and my own desire fuelling through me. I reach my hand up to his face.

“
You felt amazing before, Tru, but, Jesus Christ. You feel fuckin
’
insane.”

He leans down, putting his mouth on mine, slowly pulling out of me, he eases himself back in, groaning once again into my mouth.

“
I love you,” I whisper.

I wrap my legs around him, holding him deep inside me, not letting him go.

He traps my face between both his hands. “I love you, and I always will.” He kisses me deeply, passionately as he starts to pick up pace, losing himself to the moment, to me, the sensation, as he moves me all over the bed, making desperate love to me.

And in this moment I have never felt happier, or more loved, than I do now here with Jake.

Jake and I spent the rest of yesterday in his suite. We got room service and watched a movie, and did other things of course.

I called Vicky at home and explained everything that had been happening with Jake and Will. I thought it was going to be a really awkward conversation, but Vicky
’
s not stupid, she knew.

She told me to take as long as I need off work, the bio
’
s the focus anyway and as I
’
m now getting up close and personal with our intended she didn
’
t mind.

But I do, I don
’
t want to take liberties.

After I came off the phone with Vicky, I did start thinking about the bio, and how is it kind of weird that Jake and I are couple, and I
’
m still going to be writing it.

I started to think maybe I shouldn
’
t be.

When I tried to broach the subject with Jake he just brushed me off. He said it doesn
’
t matter as most of the European tour was noted before we started anything together, so it
’
s not a big deal.

But I don
’
t know, a part of me feels like it
’
s a conflict of interest, then on the flip side I don
’
t want to lose this great opportunity for my career, so I
’
m trying not to over think it at the moment.

I called my dad too. He wasn
’
t surprised about Jake and I either. He must have sensed it when they visited.

And whereas my dad was absolutely delighted about Jake and I, my mum was, as I expected, a little more reserved about it.

She knows what it
’
s like to live with a musician, and with one as famous as Jake and his past tendencies, she said to me, as she had before, that she
’
s worried for my heart.

I love her so much for her concern, but I know Jake will never break my heart. I'm not just any other girl to him. We
’
ve known each other a lifetime.

Yes, I know life with Jake will be bumpy, crazy and a little difficult at times, but I don
’
t think he would ever truly hurt me.

I know because I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me
–
his love for me, and I wonder how I never saw it there before.

Maybe I couldn
’
t see it because he was afraid to truly show it to me. But now all those doors are open and I couldn
’
t be happier.

“
Baby, can you pass me the jam?”

Jake and I are eating breakfast out on the balcony of his suite, with Paris as our backdrop.

Stuart is inside working in the living room rearranging Jake
’
s cancelled appearances back in the US. The ones he
’
s cancelled to stay here with me.

Stuart could work out of his own suite I suppose, but he does need to ask Jake things from time to time, and I think he gets a little lonely in his suite. I know I would. And I think he
’
s just used to being around Jake. I love the friendship they have, and I like having Stuart around, he
’
s fun and cool.

Jake passes over the jam and as I
’
m taking hold of it, he catches hold of my wrist and pulls me forward across the table. Meeting me halfway, he plants a long delicious kiss on my lips.

“
You taste yummy,” I murmur. He
’
s been eating pain au chocolat.

“
So did you,” he winks, and my face instantly flushes.

He
’
s referring to what he was doing to me in bed first thing this morning.

Shivers run from my head to my toes at the memory, a heat rising fast in me.

I sit back in my seat, picking up a knife, I spread jam on my croissant.

“
So what do you want to do today?” Jake asks. “We could go sightseeing, do the whole touristy thing, Eiffel tower and that, and
go out to lunch
–
we could go to the delicatessen that make the mini-cakes you love … or I can take you shopping and buy you lots of pretty things. I
’
m sure Denny would be up for it if you wanted Simone along for the shopping?”

Simone decided to stay on as well. She took a few days off work to spend with Denny as they are getting on
really
well. I
’
m so happy for her.

Tom and Smith took the jet back to LA. So there
’
s just the four of us, and Stuart, and of course Dave and Ben are still here in Paris also.

And Paris is beautiful. I
’
ve barely seen any of it while I
’
ve been here and I really want to go out with Jake today, but I don
’
t think I should.

I scrunch my face up in anticipation of what I
’
m going to say.

“
What?” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “Is this the
–
me spending money on you thing, again? Because seriously, Tru, we
’
re together now and I have a lot of money and I
want to spoil you rotten
.”

“
No, it
’
s not that. I mean I don
’
t want you spending ridiculous amounts of money on me, but I get that you
’
re rich and things are different when you
’
re rich so I
’
ll have to get used to that … it
’
s just.”

“
What?” His brow furrows.

“
I just thought maybe we could stay in.”

“
We stayed in all day yesterday.”

“
I know, and it was so awesome that I want to do it all over again.”

His frown deepens causing a line to form between his brows, so I know he
’
s not buying it.

“
Yesterday was awesome, no doubting that, and last night and this morning too, but that
’
s not it, Tru, there
’
s something you
’
re not telling me. Why don
’
t you want to go out with me?”

“
I do … it
’
s just…”

“
It
’
s just what?” His tone is so forceful, that I give him a sharp look.

“
Well, it
’
s just, I um…” I drag my fingers nervously through my hair. “I just know that if we go out together, it
’
s highly likely that we
’
ll be photographed together, because you
’
re well
–
you. And because you
’
re you, and you
’
re out with a woman … those photos will undoubtedly end up in the tabloids at some point.”

“
You don
’
t want people to know we
’
re together?” He
’
s still frowning at me. “Are you ashamed of me or something?”

Ashamed of him? Where did that come from?

“
No! How could you think that?”

“
Um.” He rubs his forehead with his fingers, giving me a hard stare. “Because you don
’
t want to be seen in public with me.”

“
It
’
s not that. I do want to be seen in public with you, I
’
m so happy to be with you. I love you. It
’
s just…”
How do I say this without causing a row?
“
Will and I only broke up yesterday.”

His face darkens at the mention of Will, just like I knew it would.

“
And I just think it would be really insensitive of me to go out in public with you and for those pictures to end up in the press for him to see. It
’
d be like rubbing salt in his already raw wound, and I don
’
t want to hurt him anymore that I already have done.”

“
So this is about Will. What a fuckin
’
surprise!” He throws his hands up in the air. “All you seem to care about is his feelings. What about my feelings, Tru? Or are they still irrelevant to you?”

I look at him shocked. “Your feelings were never irrelevant to me. I care about you, Jake
–
so much. I couldn
’
t bear the thought of you hurting. I love you
–
I
’
m
in
love with you.”

“
Well you
’
ve got a funny way of showing it.” He folds his arms over his chest.