Room 103 02 - Thrilling Heaven (5 page)

     “Do you have your penis
pierced?” I slurred as I eyed Bulk seriously. His own eyes widened before he
grinned and winked at me.

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not a proper truth or dare question” he
slurred back as he refilled our glasses.

“Yes it is. You picked truth, so either tell me the truth
or I have to give you a dare.”

“Fine,” he relented. He downed his whisky in one and then
squinted at me, “I do.”

I nodded respectfully. “That’s cool. Kyle would never
have his done, as much as I begged him to. I mean, it’s supposed to be sooo
good. Is it good? I have my bits pierced and it’s really, really good but a
man’s is supposed to be… just wow.”

Bulk stared at me with wide eyes. “You have yours
pierced?” he choked out as he refilled us again.

“Mmmm, my clitoris. Believe me; I need the extra
stimulation where Kyle’s concerned.”

We were both silent for a while and Bulk nodded. “That
bad?”

I huffed loudly and nodded, more to myself than him.
“Such a selfish man, in and out of bed.” I told him with a sigh, “I don’t think
I’ve had an orgasm for over nine years.”

Bulk’s eyebrows hit his hairline and I looked at him,
well I tried, he was getting a little blurry.

“Good God, that’s terrible little lady.” He offered and I
nodded at his sympathy.

“Isn’t it. There was only ever Ethan that could make me
come.”

I squinted at Bulk then lifted my eyebrows. “Why the hell
am I telling you this?” I chuckled, thinking it was funny that I was having
such an intimate conversation with a man I’d only known for about four days.

“Because… I’m listening.” He proposed as he pointed a
finger at me and I nodded in confirmation. “How long ago did things start going
bad between you two?” he asked as he scrolled through his iPod and picked a
different playlist to something more upbeat.

I let out a large scoff, “Eleven years ago.”

He stood up and stared at me in astonishment “Then why
the hell are you still with him?”

I sighed heavily as my mood shifted swiftly and I sucked
on my lips “It’s all a mess, Bulk.”

He gave me a pained look just as
Twisted Sisters ‘We’re
not gonna take it’
started to play. He grinned at me and I beamed at him.

He pulled me up and he turned me around so my back was to
his front, took hold of my hands and lifted both our arms in the air and rested
his chin on my shoulder as we both started rocking out.

    
“
Oh, We're Not Gonna Take It
no, we ain't Gonna Take It
oh, we’re Not Gonna Take It Anymore
Oh, you're so condescending
your gall is never ending
we don't want nothin',

Not a thing
from you.
Your life is trite and jaded
boring and confiscated
if that's your best, your best won't do”

“This is your
anthem, little lady.” Bulk shouted over the music as he took my hand and spun
me across the room.

“Fuck, Yes!” I
agreed
tenaciously, “I want a divorce.” I
pointed to the ceiling as if Kyle was upstairs and listening to me.

Bulk laughed and picked me up
before spinning us both round and I winced in pain as he squeezed me hard.

“Ooh, sweetheart. Let me have a
look and make sure nothings broken” he asked again, for the fourth time since
we’d arrived at his house.

I rolled my eyes at his
persistence “I’m fine, Bulk.”

He shook his head stubbornly,
“No, Jen, You’re not.”

I huffed and pulled a face at
him but grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head.

His eyes widened as I presented
myself to him in just a white lace bra but it wasn’t my boobs he was staring
at.

It was the multiple bruises and
old scars that caught his attention. “Fuck, Christ baby.”

I stared at him as I wobbled
and he put a hand on my arm to steady me as his fingers from his other hand
stroked across a particular hefty bruise.

“Don’t Bulk” I whispered as
shame coursed through me and tears threatened to fall.

He swallowed as he reared back
and looked sadly at me. “Jen” he whispered back as he pulled me against him
gently and held me.

I relished his embrace. I
hadn’t been held tenderly for nine years and the emotion it initiated did
produce the tears.

He held me as I cried, as I let
it all out and wept for everything; for me, for my shit life, for all my
weaknesses and for Ethan and what I had done to him.

“I never meant to hurt him,
Bulk, ya’ know. I never wanted to hurt him. I did it to not hurt him but he… he
called me a whore” I sobbed.

Bulk picked me up and sat us on
the sofa, me on his lap as he wrapped me up and stroked my hair softly, “Shush,
baby. He doesn’t think you’re a whore, he was just upset.”

I shook my head “No, Bulk. He
hates me but he doesn’t understand. I didn’t have a choice…”

“You didn’t have a choice in
what, sweetheart?” he asked softly as he twirled my hair in his fingers and it
was so soothing I could feel my eyes droop.

“He said… he…would… kill him…”

And sleep finally found me.

***

Oh Good God, I had died and
someone had brought me back from hell.

My head pounded, my stomach
churned and my whole body ached but I risked opening my eyes, “Ow.”

My mouth was so dry and I made
myself pull my poor body upwards to sit on the edge of the bed, my head in my
hands then I realised this wasn’t my bed.

I looked around the room and
was amazed to find it near sterile clean; everything was spotless and seemed to
have its own place in a near militant precision.

The walls were a soft blue but
the furnishings and décor were a vivid red with a small hint of black; very
masculine but it also seemed to have a feminine touch and I smiled to myself
when I saw the bedding had been ironed, the tell-tale creased fold in the duvet
and the smoothness in the pillowcases giving away Bulk’s penchant for neat and
orderly.

There was even a large vase
full of lilies on a black smoked table and I noticed my clothes folded neatly
on the small chair in the corner.

I gazed down at myself and
found I now wore a large
Iron Maiden
t-shirt with, luckily, my underwear
beneath it.

I sighed in appreciation when I
glimpsed into a door and found an en-suite bathroom and my jaw dropped at the
huge roll top bath. It was sheer beauty and luxury, with gold claw feet and
moulded taps. Scattered around the room were huge church candles and small
scented ones. The shelf was lined with many bath crèmes and luxury shower gels,
and I sighed in appreciation when I spotted a sealed toothbrush and new tube of
paste.

“I love you, Bulk.” I mumbled
as I scoured the stale alcohol out of my mouth.

The bath retained my attention
but I knew I needed coffee first so I went in search of the kitchen.

As I meandered along the huge
landing, I could hear a shower running behind a door and presumed that was
Bulk’s room. I was surprised he was up this early with rockers being known for
their late starts and late finishes; it was after all only 6:30 but I presumed
he liked to rise early to make a start on his obvious love of cleaning.

The house was immaculate as I
made my way through the vastness of it in my hunt for the kitchen. Everything
near sparkled and I was astonished at the amount of decked vases on my way
through, they were everywhere and filled with just about every flower
available.

I found the large entrance hall
and scanned the area with my eyes. I could make out the lounge to my left, a
small door at the bottom of the stairs I presumed was a cloakroom, so I tried
the door next to that and snorted when I found a gigantic room that looked like
a recording studio. I quickly shut the door and carried on in my exploration.

After discovering a games room,
a small study and a door to a lower level I found the kitchen… Woohoo!

Now I had the task of working
the monstrous coffee machine, it was industrial in size and looked like you
needed a degree to operate it.

“Okay, Jen” I said to myself as
I peered at the many buttons and twisted my lips in confusion.

“Coffee beans first” I sighed
as I looked at the thousand cupboards and played ‘eeny, meeny, miney, mo’ with
them before I started rifling through each one for coffee.

I did grin wide however when I
found a jar of instant and kissed it with relish as I filled the kettle and
then started a new hunt for cups.

As I poured water into my cup I
heard a door open behind me, “Sugar?” I asked Bulk as I poured water into the
cup I had prepared for him.

“What the…” Ethan’s voice came
from the rear of the room and I stilled immediately.

The air in the room seemed to
disappear as I turned to face him, still stood in the doorway to the garden,
his hand static on the handle as he stared at me.

His eyes swept down my body,
taking in my near bare frame as his teeth sank into his bottom lip and his
chest heaved wildly as I did a swift perusal of him for myself, taking in his
jogging shorts and hooded sleeveless t-shirt.

Good God, he was hard and lean
and so fucking breath-taking that I had to palm the counter to hold my weak
body upright.

“Morning, little lady,” Bulk
grinned as he strolled in the kitchen, not noticing a fuming Ethan “you sleep
well?”

He frowned at me when I didn’t
reply, my eyes still fastened on Ethan’s dark and angry ones. “You okay?” he
asked in confusion.

I stood immobile and stunned as
Ethan launched himself across the room and punched Bulk hard on the chin; Bulk
went down, stunned and dazed as Ethan landed another fist in his face.

“What the hell?” Bulk choked
out as he grabbed hold of Ethan they both took more hits on each other.

My mind suddenly told my brain
what was happening and I rushed over to them and grabbed hold of Ethan’s arms.
“STOP IT!” I yelled at him.

He halted but glared at me,
“Nice, Jen, my brother not enough for you? You’re fucking my mates now!” he
hissed at me.

My eyes widened, “What? No!”

He stood up and shook his hand
at the pain as his eyes roamed my body again before he lifted an eyebrow.

“Fuck, Boss. I’m not fucking
her; she needed a place for the night, that’s all.” Bulk defended as he cracked
his jaw back into place.

“Yeah, right.” Ethan scoffed
and I glowered at him.

“It’s true. Bulk’s just a
friend, that’s all. I didn’t bring any clothes, that’s why I’m wearing his
shirt, not because we slept together.” I urged as I stared him down. “What the
hell’s happened to you, Ethan? You were never like this. Where did you go?”

He remained silent and
simmering as he debated my words and I shook my head at him and sighed. “You
know what Ethan, you think I’m a whore anyway, so why I’m defending myself, I
have no idea.” I snapped before I turned back to my cup, picked it up and took
it back upstairs, now in desperate need of that bath that my body was shouting
for.

***

    
“Oh God, yes” I murmured as I sank into the luxurious foam and silently
reminded myself to compliment Bulk of his choice of bath products.

Sinking further, I rested my
head on the rim of the tub and closed my eyes.

Kyle would have discovered the
empty house by now and I dreaded to think what he was smashing up, hopefully
his mother’s awful bloody mirror that hung above the fireplace. I hated that
thing.

The only problem I had was… no
clothes, no purse and no phone amongst other things I needed, and I didn’t know
how I was going to get to them without a key.

I was going to have to face
him.

Oh the joy.

I must have dropped off to
sleep because the water seemed cold all of a sudden. I climbed out, wrapped the
towel around me and brushed my teeth again as the alcohol slime still refused
to fade.

I stuttered to a halt as I
walked back into the bedroom and found Ethan laid on the bed.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked
at me as he sighed.

“Sorry” he said quietly and I
frowned at him, “For what I said, yesterday and this morning. You know me, Jen;
my mouth says things that aren’t even in my head.”

I didn’t reply as I just looked
at him, looking at me and there it was, all of a sudden as my eyes drank him
in; the lust, the desire, the damn arousal that was always ever present when
Ethan was around and I gulped at the intensity of it, even after nine years.