Chapter Thirty
Maya
When I had thought of Tommy’s job in the past, I had always imagined him in a hard hat, high vis vest and steel toe boots. Dust and dirt covering his exposed skin in a thin layer, sweat glistening on his forehead, you know, the classic coca cola advert.
As I stood and stared at the mansion before me though, I began to understand that I had seriously underestimated his business. This, this was something else.
The Georgian house in front of me is built from rare red brick, partly covered in ivy. It looks magical, like it has come straight out of a fairytale. The grounds are manicured to perfection, even the grass has those posh stripes running through it.
I get out of the car in a daze, not knowing where to look first. Tommy rounds the car and offers me his hand.
“Come on, let’s go and explore inside,” He teases. “I know you’re dying to snoop around.” It’s true, I can’t bloody wait.
I follow along beside him up the pale stone driveway to the door. I turn back to look in the direction we have just come from. I can’t see another house nearby. It’s so private and peaceful, exactly what I need.
He opens the door and disables the alarm while I walk further into the house.
We’re in a large open space with a grand staircase in the middle, a variety of paintings are hung on the walls and several doors lead off the hallway.
I’m desperate to open every single one to see where they lead.
Tommy must be able to guess from my rare quietness that my mind is racing.
He takes me on a tour of every room downstairs.
Living room, office, toilet, kitchen, dining room and then another living room.
I feel like I’m on an episode of ‘MTV Cribs’.
Every room is neutral and modern with accents of the original house, beautiful fireplaces and ceilings still intact from the eighteen hundreds, all restored by him.
I can tell how proud he is of this place, and how hard he’s worked to make it into a home.
“Do you want a coffee before we carry on?” He asks as we head back to the kitchen.
“Yes please,” I nod eagerly as I take a seat at the island. I’m a whore for caffeine. “I can’t believe this place, your apartment is amazing, but here? How could you ever leave?”
“For you. I want to be wherever you are.” He grips my chin between his finger and thumb, angling my head up to him as he leans in to kiss me.
God, the butterflies are back in full force, I could kiss this man for hours and not get bored. He backs away with a cocky grin, knowing exactly what he does to me.
He starts to make the coffee when I hear cars pulling up the driveway and panic sets in at who it could be. We’re in such a private area, not just anyone could get in, could they?
“Can you hear that?” I ask.
“Don’t worry, it will be the team coming to set up camp. They’re moving into the pool house whilst we’re here.” He shrugs, like that statement was the most normal thing in the world.
What is my life?
“Ooookay,” I drag out. So much for peace and quiet.
“Maya, you won’t even know they’re here,” He smiles.
How does he always know what I’m thinking.
It’s an ability he’s had, even since we were children together “I forgot to tell you, Max wants to know how you’d feel about them all coming for a night this week.
The fuckers can’t go two minutes with you. ”
“Don’t be so moody, I can’t help being so loved,” I smile. “Who is thinking of coming?”
“The girls, Lucy, Max and Jenson.”
“Do you know what’s going on between Jenson and Blair? I’ve never seen her act like this towards, well, anyone.” Blair is like a brick wall when it comes to anyone that’s not me, Fallon and of course Gracie.
“No idea. Jenson isn’t a settling down kind of man.”
“Neither is she, that’s what I don’t get. That girl has enough notches on her bedpost to put any man to shame,” I say. Blair is a free spirit, she does whatever and whoever she likes.
He picks up the coffees and I follow him into yet another room.
This one is smaller than the others but by far my favourite.
It has large windows covering one wall, then the rest are covered in books.
Thousands of books, every shelf packed to the brim.
There is even one of those cool ladders on wheels leaning against one of them.
I will one hundred percent be having my Belle moment on that later.
We move over to the window seat, sitting opposite each other with our legs entwined in the middle.
“No need to show me around upstairs, I’m happy to sleep in here,” I say as I lean back into the cushions sighing.
“Baby, don’t for a minute think you’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” His eyes darkening as he stares me down.
Oh, I like this side of him.
He can keep me awake all night and I won’t complain.
“Oh really, what are you planning?” I ask, acting coy.
“You will have to be patient baby,” He winks.
Checking my phone, I see two missed calls off my mum, which I ignore. Also a text off the group chat.
Gracie – Maymay! Did you get there okay? What’s it like down there?
Maya – Oh Gracie, I looove it. You should see this place. I feel like I’m in the King’s gaff.
Fallon – Isn’t it amazing. Have you been in the pool yet?
Gracie – Hang on, there’s a pool? Do we have to wait until the weekend?
Maya – How did I not know there’s a pool here? I’m in the library, living the dream. I feel like I’m on Downton Abbey!
Blair – I wanna go and see Queen Maymay in the castle.
Fallon – Get the wine chilled and ready for us!
I can’t wait for the gang to get here this weekend, but I’m enjoying the peace so much too. I need this break more than I realised. Tommy has gone into his office to get some work done before dinner and I have barely moved from my perch on the window seat.
Although I’m not really alone, I finally feel like I can breathe. Maybe it’s because I don’t have the girls here and I’m getting time to relax in the quiet, or maybe it’s the distance from Jake.
The more I think about what he’s done since the accident, the more he scares me.
There was no way he knew about my memories of him being erased, yet the moment he did he tried his hardest to worm his way back into my life.
Did he really think he could have gotten away with it?
He must have been on the spot when he told me his name was Jack because not much thought went into that.
There is only one bloody letter difference!
What does he want from me? It can’t be a relationship as he was never fully happy with me, he spent the majority of our time together trying to change who I am.
I am not that naive little woman anymore.
From now on I’m putting myself first, and what I want more than anything, is Tommy.
I decide to have a look around to see what other treasures are hidden in this mansion, instead of sitting in here worrying over things out of my control.
Heading upstairs I go from room to room looking to find the master.
The number of bedrooms up here is ridiculous.
Who even needs nine bedrooms? How many friends does he have?
Each room is decorated beautifully and unique, but all are painted pastel tones. It doesn’t take long to find the one I’m look for, Tommy’s room.
His room is different from the others, all dark wood and brooding, just like its owner. Like most rooms in the house, this one also has a massive square bay window with a window seat. To the left of the room the doors to his walk-in wardrobe are open, I can’t help but take a peak inside.
Holy hell.
Racks of suits, shirts and shoes line one side and more causal clothes line the other. Who needs this much work attire? I have to say, Tommy in a suit is one of my favourite things to see, so the thought of having so many options to ogle him in is pleasing.
The door next to it leads to his ensuite, and sitting bang in the middle of the room is a huge jacuzzi tub that could easily fit four people. Yeah, I think I’ve just found what I’ll be doing for the next hour or two. This bathroom is bigger than my bedroom at home.
Thirty minutes later I have stripped off, grabbed the book I was reading and poured a glass of wine.
This is the life.
I feel completely relaxed for the first time in months. Floating with the bubbles turned down low. The beautiful views of the fields my backdrop through another large window. His window cleaner must charge him a bloody fortune.
I’m so entranced by my book that it takes me a moment to realise someone is stood at the door, watching me. Slowly, I turn my head towards the intruder to realise its Tommy.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask, leaning forward to put the book down. Knowing very well that by doing so my breasts will show above the bubbles. Tommy is fascinated as he watches the droplets of water drip down my body.
He’s standing, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I swear it’s every girls weakness, like lingerie for men. He is so fucking hot.
“Mmm, very much so,” He replies gruffly, not moving from his position. The fire behind his piercing green eyes provokes me to do something to break that cool exterior.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the edge of the tub. Making a show of trailing my fingertips along my collar bone, moving them leisurely down to my nipple. I circle the hard nub and pinch it slightly. I can hear Tommy intake a rough gasp, prompting me to take this even further.
I am so turned on knowing his eyes are solely focused on me, I could combust.
My hand reaches the apex of my thighs, and I jolt. The feeling of the weightlessness and hot water adding to the euphoric feeling. I circle my clit leisurely, making my back arch of it’s own accord.
The sound of something dropping to the floor makes my eyes shoot open, Tommy has removed his t-shirt and just beginning to push down his sweats, his focus still fully trained on me. Once he has discarded his clothes, he joins me in the jacuzzi sitting on the opposite side of me.
I watch intently as he starts to pump his cock, teasingly slow. Seeing the way his muscles strain as he works his shaft sends a rush of pleasure flooding through me. I don’t know how it was possible to feel this wet whilst submerged in water, but I am soaked.
Unable to control myself, I shift onto my knees crawling slowly towards him. His eyes darken once more as understanding about what I’m planning to do flashes across his face. When I’m settled between his legs, I keep my eyes trained on him as I lower myself closer to the water.
Taking a deep breathe, I close my eyes as I sink below the surface and wrap my lips around his cock, taking him as far back into my throat as I can before gradually releasing him.
Over and over until I need to come up for air.
I rise out of the water, pushing my hair back out of my face and give Tommy the best come fuck me look I can muster before going again.
The second time I go down I suck harder and longer, resulting in him gripping my arse with his large hands.
His fingers not quite making it to the destination he was hoping for.
I come up again, ready to go back down but the carnal version of Tommy has had enough. He grips me by the waist and yanks me towards him so that my legs are straddling his thighs.
“Fuck Maya, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I need to be inside of you, now!” He pants, his words coated in desire.
Using my body as his tool, he drags me over his cock hitting my clit in the perfect place. Each time he gets close to my entrance he dips inside of me ever so slightly, driving me fucking wild. I shout out in frustration, need for him taking over me.
“Please!” I gasp as he does it again.
“Please what baby? You know I like to hear you say it.” The cocky grin he’s wearing makes him look like the devil incarnate.
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me, hard!”
In one swift motion he stands and climbs out of the water, my legs tightening around his waist. I squeal in protest, this isn’t what I had in mind.
Less than a second later he has me flat on my back on the cold tiled floor, my legs spread wide, and his cock lined up with my entrance.
“Is this what you want?” he asks as he enters me painfully slowly, inch by inch.
“No,” I say as a moan rips through me, the pleasure too much to take. “I need you deep and fast,” I beg.
I cry out as he slams into me suddenly, my breasts bouncing as he takes me. My pussy clenches his cock with a death grip as I boarder on the edge of hysteria. One hand is on my hip anchoring me perfectly for his length to hit that sweet spot, as the other circles my clit.
Holy fucking shit.
It takes less than a minute for my orgasm to rip through my body, my walls squeezing his length. I feel high as he pumps into me, his cock causing sweet pain, prolonging my already intense orgasm.
His thrusting becomes manic as he edges closer to his own climax. My fingers claw at his arms and drag him closer to me, needing to feel every part of him on my skin.
He moans, stilling inside of me as his cock pulses with his own release. We stay like that for a moment, staring at each other in wonder at what we had just experienced.
“That was…” I’m lost for words. How can I even describe what that was. Animalistic? Euphoric? Dirty as hell? Whatever it was, I loved every single second.
“The best fucking thing I’ve ever felt,” He finishes for me.
He drops down beside me, pulling my body over his. We stay like that as we try to catch our breathe. The hand that’s holding onto my hip trails down, stroking the inside of my thigh, swirling his fingers around in therapeutic circles. It takes me a moment to realise what he’s doing.
“I fucking love seeing my cum all over your pussy,” He states as he dips his fingers slightly into my swollen folds, as if trying to stop his cum from escaping me. “How did we go all of these years without this?”
“I honestly don’t know but I never want to stop,” I reply as I stare back up at him.
“We never have to. I might keep you captive in my bed forever. Only letting you out to eat when necessary.” He winks before leaving gentle kisses down the side of my face.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I laugh, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
I love how this man can be so wild and sexy one minute, to caring and sweet the next. He lazily trails his fingers up and down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their absence. Both of us are lost in thought, just enjoying the silence, when my stomach grumbling rudely interrupts us.
“Come on baby, lets get clean and get you fed.”