Take it Deep (Take 2)

  I get undressed and slip the dress on over my head. The way it slid down my body had me burning again with desire. I linked my arms through—being as careful as I could—and zipped up the side. I did breathe in on the way up, but it was a perfect fit. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. The dress was flawless. The fit was bang on, and the way it hugged my waist and settled on my hips was awesome. A portion of my back was bare and it made me wonder why Jake bought this for me, considering he doesn’t like me baring too much skin—but it was so elegant. Jake’s gone and done it again.

  I hear my phone suddenly vibrate, so I wander over to my bag and pull it out. There was a text from Jake waiting for me.

  ‘So what do you think? I bet you’re wearing it right now aren’t you? I can’t wait until I see you in it later. Maybe you will give me a chance to also take it off?’

  The burn is back again. He’s made me come twice already today and it’s still not enough. How on earth does he know I’m wearing it now? I suppose he knows me all too well. A little smile spreads across my face as I type back my response.

  ‘It’s okay I suppose. I’m not sure I want you to take it off me though. I can’t stand it when you touch me. It simply doesn’t do anything for me.’

  I have to giggle at that one. He’s going to flip when he sees it and I can’t help feel a little turned on from the thought. The phone quickly vibrates back, so I pick it up again.

  ‘I think the feeling is mutual. I can’t stand it every time you squeeze my ass into that tight pussy of yours. It always makes me come so hard, and I hate it.’

  I start laughing, a little twinkle no doubt forming in my eyes. I type back another reply.

  ‘Then I suppose it’s settled then. The dress is mediocre and we both can’t stand to touch each other. I’m sure we’ll be fine this evening. I’m not looking forward to you picking me up—or to your company. Quite frankly I’m dreading the whole evening with you.’

  I hit send and look at the dress one more time before reluctantly taking it off and placing it on a hanger. The buzz of my phone alerts me again.

  ‘Well, I’m really not looking forward to picking you up and seeing you in that mediocre dress. I think you’ll look terrible in it. I think maybe you should stop texting me as I can’t take any more communication with you.’

  The laughter is out again in full force. My emotions again, always so up and down.

  Chapter 26

  Jessie and I had fun later getting ready for our night out. We both had chaperones this evening with Jerry picking Jessie up and Jake collecting me. We were both buzzing at the thought of having dates for the evening and it clearly showed. Jessie looked stunning in a sleeveless purple gown and black high heels. The compliments were flying all over, making us giggle. My happy hormones were back again.

  The door promptly knocked at 7:30pm and I knew it was Jake. He was always punctual like that. When I answered the door his face looked speechless.

  “Ana, you look—”

  “Terrible?” I asked.

  “Beautiful,” he replied.

  We stood in the doorway a few seconds; our eyes are locked smiling at one another.

  I took a few more moments to check out the suit he was wearing. He reminded me of James Bond in his black suit and bow tie. A flash of my dream came to me and I nearly gasped. God am I in trouble this evening.

  “Do you see something you, like Miss Sinclair?” He practically purred the words.

  “Maybe,” I answered grinning.

  “Wow, Jake, you look great.”

  “Thank you, Jessie. You’re looking rather stunning yourself. Do you have a chaperone this evening, or would you like to have a ride with us?”

  “No, that’s fine. I have Jerry picking me up at any moment. You two go ahead.”

  I kiss her on the cheek goodbye and Jake and I make our way out. The cold instantly hits me. Jake notices and offers me his jacket.

  “No, that’s fine thank you. Maybe afterwards when it gets really cold.”

  We don’t say a lot to each other in the car. My mind wanders thinking about how we got to where we are now. The whole business with Stella really put a number on us. It makes me think about how strange a relationship—or lack thereof—that Jake and Stella had. How on earth did that work out all those months? The thought was niggling away in my head the whole journey. It wasn’t until we reached the door of the hall that I turned to him.

  “How were you able to make Stella stay so long?”

  His face frowns, “Excuse me?”

  “Stella. How were you able to get her to stay in the house without any kind of relationship with you?”

  “Seriously, Ana. You want to ask me this here, now?”

  “Yes, answer me?” He dropped his hand from the door and faced me.

  “I threw money at her.”

  I gasped, “What?”

  “I think you know Stella, more than I do. You knew she liked the finer things in life. I used that to my advantage. If she got grumpy, I’d give her money and then she would be happy for a while after that.”

  I was mortified and it showed. “Jake, that’s disgusting, how could you?” I stormed into the hall and made my way to the lady handing out everyone’s name cards.

  “Ana, you don’t understand, let me explain.”

  I was mad as hell and didn’t want an explanation. “Jake, leave it. I don’t want to speak to you right now.”

  We got our cards and made our way into the big glittery room. It was full of fancy tables with people wearing their best attire. It looked great. I was certain that the evening would be a success.

  We found our table, both of us not speaking to one another. I made a show of not wanting to be sat next to him. Joe was there with his wife, Sally, both looking fantastic. Michael was with Lisa, looking every bit like they were in their honeymoon period still. I was very happy for both of them. Luckily Tom was there also, so I made him sit with Jake. It was a good enough advantage point to scowl across the table at him. And boy did I scowl.

  “Ana, you look fantastic in that dress. Where did you get it?” Lisa asked.

  I smile sweetly and answered. “A caveman bought it for me.”

  Jake spat his water back in his glass and glared at me.

  “Sorry, did you just say caveman?”

  I nodded, “Oh yes. He likes to control everyone. I believe he’s well known around here.”

  Tom beams and Michael looks across at me, then at Jake. He can tell there’s tension in the air, they all could. My hormones didn’t give a rat’s ass.

  “Ana, shall I get you a drink?” Joe asked.

  “Yes please, Joe. Can I have some orange juice?”

  “Orange juice,” Jake blurted, “Why not some champagne? I can get you some?”

  He’s grinning again and I pucker my lips up in anger. “I don’t want champagne, I want juice.”

  “Why not? You always like your drink, especially champagne. She gets very saucy when’s she’s had a few glasses, not that she needs much encouragement on that front of course.”

  Tom bellows and I sit there pissed as hell. I can’t believe he just said that to everyone.

  “Come on, why not have some?”

  “Because I don’t want any,” I seethe. I fold my arms like a child and slink back in my seat. I’m angry and also a little frightened as to why he’s questioning me over the drink. A smile forms on his face and I just want to wipe it off. I really hated him at this point.

  Joe quickly retreats handing me a drink on his return. I thanked him graciously and took a few sips. I was determined not to look in Jake’s direction.

  The charity event went really well and there were lots of bids flying for different items. An opportunity arose to win a five day cruise for two around the Caribbean, so I decided to bid on it. The only problem was that Jake decided to bid against me, so a war ensued. Soon, it was only between him and I when it started getting past the $3,0
00 mark, but I was determined not to back down. People were looking across in shock at Jake and I. I didn’t blame them, we were behaving like children.

  It eventually got to $5,000 when Jake decided to shake his head in defeat. I smiled and took a bow when everyone clapped. I didn’t mind spending that kind of money. It was for charity and worth every penny to beat Jake at his own game. I was on fire.

  Shortly after it was all finished Jessie came skipping over to me, trying to tug at my arm.

  “Come with me to the ladies, Missy.”

  She yanks me out of my seat and pulls me into the toilets.

  “What the hell was that out there?” She stands there arms crossed, waiting for my explanation.

  “He’s been an arsehole Jessie, a little prick. I just want to gauge his eyes out.”

  “And fuck him?”

  “Yes!” I shout, giggling.

  “So, what has he done?” She asks smiling.

  I tell her about what I asked and what he said. Jessie just shook her head. “What?” I ask.

  “You’re not going to at least listen to what he has to say?”

  “No, he’s an asshat,” I say as a way of explanation. “That’s what Michael said not so long ago and I’m sticking with it.”

  “You are the most adorably frustrating friend I’ve ever encountered,” she laughed. “I’m using the restroom.”

  We both prep ourselves for heading back to our tables, making sure everything is in order. I’m a bit disappointed that Jessie wasn’t sitting with me, but I wasn’t supposed to be coming. I can’t really grumble about it now.

  I get back to my chair and see Jake still grinning. I so hated him, it burned. I wanted to rip at his hair and fuck his brains out all at the same time. I felt like a ferocious animal, I couldn’t help it.

  I sit back down in my chair just at the point Michael is laughing and saying, “I told him he could keep his fucking money and left.”

  Everyone laughed and Lisa playfully hit him on the arm. “Hey, watch your language you,” she giggles.

  I look over at Jake and I raise an eyebrow. He still has that silly grin, and I now know just how I can wipe it off that smug face of his.

  “I think the word ‘fuck’ is underrated myself.”

  Tom spits his drink out and Jake’s smile quickly vanishes. Just like I had planned. He’s now sitting glaring at me.

  “I think saying fuck really emphasizes what you need to say when you need to say it. For instance, if I was to say ‘you’re a piece of shit,’ it wouldn’t have the same impact as saying, ‘you’re a fucking piece of shit, now would it?”

  “Good point, Ana,” Tom says smirking.

  I smile at him and he nods. I think everyone is starting to get a bit drunk now. It looks as though they would just about laugh at anything.

  “Ana, I think you’ve said enough,” Jake spat.

  “Oh, but Jake, I think it’s a very important factor to raise. It helps a lot in many a situation.”

  “But I think you’ve made your point.”

  “Jake, I’m trying to have a very enlightening; intellectual conversation about the word ‘fuck’ and you butting in isn’t helping.” I smile sweetly at him and he looks ready to pop. This is so much fun.

  I look toward everyone at the table and ask them, “Do you know what the best swear word in the whole wide world is?”

  Most of them just shake their heads ready for my answer, Tom still has a silly drunk grin on his face and Michael’s just looking across to Jake, awaiting the almighty explosion.

  “Bollocks!” I shout, grinning from ear to ear. Everyone laughs apart from Jake who’s sat rigid in his chair.

  “I just love the way it sounds when you say it. Bollocks. Sometimes you can really emphasize the ‘B’ just so, that it comes out perfectly. Bol-locks. See?”

  Tom’s about having a heart attack by now. Michael’s smirking, but still looking at Jake, and Joe is just mesmerized by it all. I look at Jake’s piercing green eyes and decide to put one final nail in the coffin. I raise my hand to my mouth, slowly tracing my finger back and forth at the bottom of my lip. I can tell his leg is shaking underneath the table, he’s so mad.

  I get up from my chair excusing myself and head for the ladies room, knowing full well that Jake will follow. I’m about to head in there when a hand grabs my arm and pulls me toward the fire exit.

  Once outside, I’m pulled towards the wall of the alleyway. A very angry lion of a male is hovering over me. He grabs both of my wrists and presses himself into me—so much so, I can’t move.

  “You don’t want to listen do you? I try to explain and you just run off at the deep end.”

  “I hate you, Jake Bennett!” I scream.

  “Well, I fucking love you, Ana Sinclair and it’s about time you dealt with that because it’s the truth. You want to know why I threw money at Stella? It was to make sure I kept you. You don’t understand, I would have given her all my money if it meant I had you in my life. Have you not realized this by now?”

  The tears start to sting my eyes. I suddenly felt awful for being so shitty back there.

  “Jake, I’m—”

  I was about to apologize when he stopped me with his lips. I felt the warmth of his tongue slide on mine and it made the heat rise through me. All the tears gone, are now replaced with a heated desire to have him.

  I wrap my arms around his torso, pulling him in deeper. He breaks away and goes for my neck, hitching my skirt up.

  “I don’t want to do this here, but I feel you’re not going to take no for an answer. Anyone could come out and find us.”

  A sudden rush of adrenaline ran through me as I cried out, “Jake please.”

  No matter what the circumstances he always renders me into submission. Always manages to make me beg.

  “Fuck, you feel so good through this dress. I knew it would have me weak at the knees for you. You’re as sexy as fuck; do you know that, Ana?”

  He slides his hand under my dress and reaches into my panties, placing a finger inside me.

  “You’re so dripping wet for me, it’s like my own version of heaven. You like it when I do it just like that. Don’t you?”

  I nod my head and cry out, “Yes,” as he places his beautiful thumb on my clit. I cry out again, “Jake!”

  “Shh, I got you baby. I’ve always got you. I know we’re not in a theatre, but I can make your dream come true. I want nothing more than to make all your dreams come true.”

  His words were like music to my ears. He knows just what to say to make me love him all the more, if that was even possible.

  “Jake, please take me. I want you inside of me.” I fumble with his belt and zipper as he releases his finger from inside me. We’re both in a frenzy. It was almost as if we hadn’t had sex for a long time.

  He places his fingers inside my panties and yanks. I cry out, desire ripping away at my insides.

  He lifts my bottom up against the wall and enters me without hesitation. I gasp as I clutch on to his back for support. I know he won’t let me go. I trust he will never let me fall. I just want to feel him close to me.

  “Ana, you feel so good, baby.”

  He thrusts himself deeper and I cry out again, my head spinning with the beautiful sensations. With every thrust it just makes my legs turn more and more like jelly. The deep penetration is making my heart beat faster and faster—it just feels so good.

  We try to kiss each other but both of us are so out of breath, it’s no use. I’m so busy moaning and making too much noise that I have to face the loss of his mouth.

  I grab the back of his head, pulling him to my shoulder. The intimacy between us is so electrifying. I know I could never have this with anyone else. He is my everything and always will be. Nothing and no one could ever top this.

  “Ana,” he cries with such agony it makes my orgasm explode without warning.

  I’m screaming in pure bliss as he’s still pounding into me up against the wall. The orga
sm just keeps going and going, never seeming able to stop.

  He gently bites into my shoulder as he releases his beautiful come inside me. It seemed to be just as intense with him as it was for me.

  “Ana, the things you do to me, I know it will never stop. It just gets more and more intense. It’s so hard to stay away from you.”

  I was in agony at this point. I know I will have to tell Jake soon, but the more pressure I put on myself, the worse I felt. It just makes it ten times harder. I know this isn’t the time or place to tell him. I’m not sure when it ever will be.

  I cling onto him, never wanting to let him go. I could feel the sob rising through my stomach, but I held on to it. I didn’t want to show Jake that I was hurting, and I didn’t want him to see the pain in my eyes at the thought of losing him again.

  I swallowed the agony back down and took a deep breath. The lump that was forming was burning a hole in the back of my throat. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. I didn’t have the strength—especially now he’s holding me so close. I wanted to savor every second I had with him, even if it was down the back of a dark alleyway. I’m not sure how pathetic that made me look, but I just didn’t care.

  I knew I had to break free from him—I knew I had to get away—and that was the one thought that finally broke my silence.

  “Can you take me home now?” was all I could muster. He breaks free from me, cupping my face. He looks deep into my eyes like he’s trying to search for something, trying to figure me out. Hell I couldn’t figure myself out at the moment, so where did that leave him?

  “Okay, I’ll take you back,” he said sadly.

  He grabs my hand and we set about trying to find our way back into the hall. I quickly write a cheque for the prize I won and nip to the ladies to clean myself up a bit. We say goodbye to everyone we know, who by now are all heavily under the influence. No doubt there will be plenty of gossip on Monday. I just wanted so much to get out of there; I didn’t much care for anything else. My heart was lost to Jake and lord knows how I’m ever going to get it back. Who am I kidding? It is his and always has been.

  He parks the car in the parking lot, opening my door to let me out. We walk the few steps to the entrance of the building and Jake pauses. He looks like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know if and how to say it.