The Geary Series Boxed Set (17 page)

Jack kept his word, and we explored each other’s bodies for most of the night, taking turns to pleasure each other. At least he let me sleep in between orgasms, I swear he was trying to kill me. Death by pleasure wouldn’t be such a bad thing. We discovered every inch of each other, inside and out.

As I stirred at some stage in the morning cocooned in Jack’s arms, I wondered what would happen to us next. He had his arms wrapped around me as I lay across his chest. He smelled gloriously manly, it was comforting and already a familiar smell. I lightly kissed his chest and wriggled out of his arms and sat up at the side of the bed. My legs dangling off the edge, I swung them gently as I rested my hands on my knees. I leant forward stretching my neck and back, I felt stiff and needed a good stretch. Jack had gone to town with his expertise through the night, and I had been fucked in all the very best ways. He certainly made the most of our one night together.

Taking a deep breath, I sat up straight and prepared to stand up when I was hooked by my waist and kept in place.

“Where do you think you’re going beautiful?” Jack asked in a husky growl.

“I was going to find a bathroom.” I said looking over my shoulder and catching sight of his salacious grin.

Jack sat up on the bed and stretched his legs either side of mine, the warmth of his legs either side of mine radiated through me. I smoothed down his thighs with my palms until I reached his knees and used my nails to scratch my way back up his legs. He lifted up my body by my waist and sat me on his lap. Closing his legs he lifted me again higher and asked me to bend my legs back to a kneeling position. When I did as I was instructed, he lowered me back down and guided himself inside me. I slid down his length and settled into his lap for a few moments while I caught my breath and enjoyed the fullness of him being inside me.

Jack dropped back from sitting up to on his elbows and let me get more comfortable. After sinking down onto him, I circled my hips to gain some friction and my sore pussy complained and rejoiced in equal measures. This had to be slow and gentle. I was bruised from all the activity last night but still wanted more of him.

“You should see the view from here Olivia, it’s incredible. Watching my cock slide inside your pussy is phenomenal. It makes me instantly hard to watch the cheeks of your soft bottom slap against my stomach as you come down and bury me inside you.”

I kept a slow speed, pushing up and down, savouring every inch, using my hands on his knees as leverage. Jack held still and let me set the pace, I wanted to be selfish and gently build my climax, making it last, something to remember in the coming weeks. I silently came and mouthed out his name. The waves of my orgasm rippled down his cock. I clenched my walls around him as the pleasure tapered off to hear Jack cry out with his climax.

Jack sat up and snaked his arms around my body and squeezed my breasts hard as he kissed the nape of my neck. The hairs stood out on my neck and shoulders and quickly spread over my body until I shuddered.

“You know how to push my buttons, you make me feel sexy and desirable and well as a wanton hussy.” I said and giggled.

“There is no shame in wanting sex, I love that you feel wanton and free to explore your desires.”

“It will take some getting used to, but now that I’ve had a taste, I might need more.” I said.

“I’m all yours, baby.” He said falling back on the bed with his arms outstretched.

I lifted myself off him and walked towards the bathroom, exaggerating the sway of my hips. I was rewarded with a groan from Jack and took a quick look to find him boring holes into my body with visible rampant desire. I hurried into the bathroom before he could grab me again and gave myself some time to think about what last night meant.

Did he want more than one night or was he happy now that he had fucked me all night? I was too scared to ask the question because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to hear. I finished off and wandered back into the bedroom. I found Jack in the exact place I had left him in and I crawled onto the bed and snuggled into his side. His eyes were closed and his breathing even.

“Have I exhausted you?” I asked as I kissed his lips.

“Never,” He quickly replied, he wasn’t sleeping.

Instead, he turned me onto my back and straddling my hips, and he started to play with my breasts. The weight of them fascinated him as he pushed them from side to side. They wobbled this way and then the other way, and he moulded them in his hands.

“What are you doing Jack?”

“I love your breasts, they are soft and pliant when you’re relaxed and firm and perky when you’re turned on. I could play with them all day. Your skin is so soft, especially on the underside just as it meets your torso. Your nipples are sensitive and responsive. As I talk about your nipples, they are already rising up away from your areola.”

He leaned down and kissed and sucked both of them until I began to shift my hips under him. I couldn’t go another round with him, I didn’t have the energy. Sitting back up Jack grabbed both my hands and linked our fingers and pulled me up to face him. Cupping my cheek, he kissed my nose and then my lips.

“What time is your flight today sweetheart?” He asked, wearing a pained expression.

“Eight o’clock this evening. What time is the helicopter due to take us back?”

“Midday, that should give you enough time to pack and for me to feed you before you go home.”

“Where in your timetable have you scheduled to give me some answers?”

“Oh that, I was rather hoping you had forgotten about it.”

“No chance sunshine, I haven’t forgotten, but I’m happy not to ask questions if it makes you feel uncomfortable. This time tomorrow I’ll be long gone from your mind, and you can go back to living your life without having to babysit me.”

I watched as irritation flew across his face to be replaced with sadness. He kissed me passionately, moulding his mouth to mine. I responded with vigour and cherished his face, this would be one of the last kisses I would share with him, and I didn’t want to waste a second of it. I pushed him back on the bed and let him kiss me thoroughly until I couldn’t feel my lips.

“Come on let’s go and get some breakfast and then we can talk. I took the liberty of getting you some clothes, I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t think that you would want to walk back to your hotel in last night’s dress this morning. The top drawer over there should have everything you need. I’m going to get a shower.”

He kissed me again and shifted himself off me and walked to the bathroom. I flopped back on the bed after watching his arse disappear through the doorway. I released a giggle and thought about last night and this week. I had seen so much and had more than enough material for the books I wanted to write. That is what I signed up for. I didn’t expect to like Jack as much as I did. I more than just liked Jack, I was a little bit in love with him. I felt safe with him and wanted to spend more time with him. It was going to be hard to say goodbye later on today.

I hauled myself off the bed and wandered over to the drawer he referred to and searched through the contents. On one side of the drawer, there were a pair of jeans, various coloured t-shirts and a few jumpers. On the other side, there were matching sets of bras and knickers in colours that complemented the clothes. He had gone to a lot of trouble.

I was about to turn around when I felt his arms sweep me up and carry me to the bathroom. I looped my arms around his neck and kissed his temple. I had a new fondness for being carried, I would never tire of it. As he walked me into the bathroom, I was taken to the centre of the room. A freestanding claw footed bath stood there in all its splendour, and it was big enough for two. Stepping into the tub with me, he sat down and arranged me between his legs so that my back lay against his chest. I leaned into him and sank down further so that my chin dipped into the bubbles.

“This feels wonderful, I thought you were having a shower?” I said and blew some rogue bubbles away from me.

Resting my hands on his thighs, I closed my eyes.

“I thought that we could multitask, get washed and talk. Sylvia is downstairs making our breakfast, and I wanted to speak to you without being overheard. I want to tell you a story so that you know everything about me. I’m hoping it will answer some, if not all of your questions.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder and spoke quietly.

“I had a wife once.” He said, I tried to move around to look at him, but he tightened his arms around me so I couldn’t move. “You need to let me say all of this in one speech. I can’t look at you when I tell you my story or I may chicken out.”

I nodded. He shifted himself back and leant his head against the side of the bath, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I met Angela at University, she was studying fashion, and I was studying business and economics. We had rooms on the same corridor in the halls of residence, and we instantly became friends and then we became a couple. I wanted to marry her the moment I saw her, but she had no idea how much I adored her. It took some persuading for her to agree to go on a date with me and then to marry me. Once I had her agreement, we eloped to Gretna Green and got married. We were twenty-one and had the rest of our lives together.” Jack hummed before carrying on, it sounded nervous and tuneless.

“We chose to get married the day after we finished University and then we could start our business that we had been planning. Underwear and shoes were the products we were going to sell. High quality, we were only going to make the best products.”

I shifted slightly in the bath and made the water slosh around us. I took his hands and linked them together and wrapped them back around me. I had no idea where this was going, but I knew it was not a happy ending if he were now single.

“We worked our arses off to get the business going, and we got lucky very early on and found a market for the shoes we sold. We gained a bigger market share overseas than the UK or Europe. The countless hours had paid off, and within two years we were making a profit, and we couldn’t have been happier. We had time to relax and enjoy some of the success. One day Angela said that she didn’t feel well but couldn’t be specific about what was wrong. After three days, she made an appointment with the doctor who sent her straight to the hospital for tests. They admitted her after they ran the tests and by the end of the week she was gone.”

I let out a sob and Jack sat us both up and hugged me to him as I cried for Angela, for him and my husband.

“I didn’t want to upset you Olivia, but I needed you to know that I was once married and am widowed too. It was a long time ago for me, over ten years. I’ve had time to heal, please don’t be sad for me.” He whispered into my ear.

I pulled my body away from him and buried my head in my hands and cried harder. Jack turned me to sit sideways on his lap and pulled my head under his chin. He wrapped me in his arms and rocked me gently in the warm water. I calmed myself enough to talk after a few minutes and looked up at him. He was smiling and his eyes warm as he returned my gaze.

“How long did it take for you to be ok with losing your wife?” I asked.

“It took a while, the shock of one week she was there, and the next she was gone was immense. I’m sure when you brought your husband back from the Spanish Island you went into mourning for what you once had. I reacted badly, a lot of drink and women. I behaved intolerably badly to some of those women. Elijah helped me see the error of my ways and guided me back onto the straight and narrow.”

“I like Elijah, he is a great guy.” I said

“Have you got a crush on my brother Olivia?” He asked playfully, while kissing my head.

“No, nothing like that, I recognise a good man when I see one, and he is one of the good guys.”

I snuggled my head under his chin again and thought about how awful it would be to lose a loved one so suddenly like that. I had years to get used to losing him, I knew one day he would go, and I had plenty of warnings.

“So you’re not just a lingerie salesman.” I stated.

He laughed and trailed his hand down my stomach to my inner thigh and traced a finger up to my pussy. He nudged into my lips and took a swipe across my clit and then retraced his steps back to my arm and resumed hugging me. The shudder I felt shot through me in seconds, and I was on high alert. I watched as my nipples sprang to attention and whimpered into his neck.  I needed to take my mind off sex and continue with my questions. I may never get another chance to ask him.

“Yes I suppose you could call me a salesman. I’m chief salesman of my own company. I kept the business Angela and I started and built it up to what it is today. We were doing pretty well and exporting worldwide. That is how I know Evelyn, she was one of the first shops we sold to, and it was Angela’s favourite shop. After Angela had died, I threw myself into the business and worked relentlessly.”

“You must be extremely wealthy to afford this house, as well as a flat in Edinburgh.”

Not expecting an answer I sat up and grabbed a sponge and soap.

“I am wealthy, does that bother you?” He asked me, I could feel him tense with anticipation of my answer.

“No, it doesn’t bother me, I knew very little about you before we met.The colossal amount of money in your bank is not going to make me like you any less than I do now.” I said and sniggered.