Chapter Five
Jamie
I watched Will’s face as he processed my suggestion, waiting for him to give in and say yes.
He was incredibly handsome with eyes that seared into my soul, dark hair swept back off his face, and a dusting of stubble along his jaw that I wanted to feel against my inner thighs.
His hands were broad, and I saw cracked skin and calluses when he picked up his drink, so I was going to assume he did some sort of manual labour.
He was very different from the men I usually shacked up with, and just the thought of him pinning me to the bed made my cock throb in anticipation.
I’d tended to top more when I was fucking Kai, but one look at Will’s broad shoulders and well-muscled thighs had me wanting to bend over there and now.
All I needed him to do was say yes.
“Okay,” he said finally, and a pleased spark rushed through my chest. “But I can’t stay.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you too.” I wouldn’t have wanted him to either since mornings could be so awkward with new hook-ups, but I wasn’t going to say that.
Will nodded. “Where are you staying?”
“The Heather Sands hotel. Do you know it?”
“I know where it is. But since I live just up the road, I don’t really have much need for a hotel.”
I chuckled. He seemed a little less nervous now, like the anticipation and worry of saying yes to this had dissipated and had been replaced by a dry sense of humour.
“I’m guessing you don’t regularly pick up visitors, then?
” I asked, casually fishing for more details.
I’d assumed from his awkwardness he didn’t do this very often.
“Sometimes in the summer, but not many of them are Heather Sands kind of men,” he said.
“Exciting. I get to be your first.”
Will laughed, and the warm sound made something lurch in my stomach. “If you want it, it’s yours.”
“Good.” I downed the rest of my drink. “Come on, this is more than enough conversation for me.”
“Really?” He smirked, something flashing in his eyes. And for the first time since I’d bumped into him, I felt a shift between us like he wasn’t just going to give me everything I wanted the way Kai would. “What if I want you to talk to me?”
“It depends what you want to talk about?” I lowered my voice. “What I want and what feels good, that’s a definite yes. My life story or why I’m here, that’s a no.”
“Good,” Will said. “We’re on the same page.” He leant closer and plucked the empty glass from my hand. “I bet you make the sweetest noises when you come. And I’m betting you’re loud too.”
I swallowed, letting my eyes lock onto his and feeling the searing heat between us. “Would you like that?”
“Yes. I thought that was obvious.” He put our glasses on the bar. “Come on, show me this posh hotel room of yours. I promise not to make conversation while we walk.”
I chuckled and followed him out of the crowded pub, wondering if, for once, I’d actually met my match.
As we reached the door, I threw a quick glance across to Will’s friends, who all looked like they were trying very hard not to stare at Will’s disappearing behind. They looked so different from the crowd I usually found attached to me, but it wasn’t just in appearance.
There was something… genuine about the way they seemed so involved in his life. It had almost been funny watching him with them earlier, like it was a group decision whether Will was allowed to leave with me.
Apart from Daisy, I didn’t think I’d ever had a friend like that in my life. And Daisy was happy to let me cavort around with whoever I wanted without batting an eyelash.
Shaking all thoughts of Daisy and London away, I stepped out into the night, gasping as a rush of freezing air whipped into my face. “Fuck, that’s cold!”
Will chuckled. “It comes straight off the North Sea. Just be glad it’s not raining too. If the wind’s right, the rain comes at you sideways.”
I pulled my coat around me tighter as we started walking back towards the hotel. Despite my previous embargo on all non-sex related conversation, I found myself saying, “If that happened, I would be staying indoors away from it. I’m assuming that’s what you do?”
Under the glow of a passing streetlamp, I saw Will smirk. “I thought we weren’t talking.”
“I changed my mind.”
“No, I don’t,” Will said. “I’m out in all weathers usually.”
“God, that sounds horrific. What possesses you to do that?” I couldn’t imagine ever being outside in the cold and wet unless it was to go somewhere else, and even then, I usually went as far as I could inside a car.
The only vague exception was when I went skiing, but even then, if the weather was horrible, I tended to stay inside the chalet with a nice bottle of wine and some excellent company.
“I’m a farmer. It’s part of the job description.”
I looked at Will for a moment as we walked along the front. That explained the callused hands and his wardrobe, which would definitely be called more functional than fashionable, even if he wasn’t currently wearing wellies. “Hmm, that fits.”
Will glanced at me and grinned, one eyebrow raised. “What about you, posh boy? Banker?”
“Not really,” I said, suddenly wishing I hadn’t opened my mouth.
Because even though I didn’t want to continue this line of conversation, it wasn’t exactly fair of me to shut it down.
Although, Will had offered his occupation more willingly than I’d expected.
Perhaps it was because I was used to the London scene, where unless you were in finance or consulting, very few people led with their careers.
Especially because a lot of people I knew didn’t actually have them. They had passion projects instead.
Fuck, even in my head that sounded obnoxious.
Will didn’t push, though, and I wondered if he’d already worked it out. Most of the time, being a trust-fund brat hardly registered in my consciousness, but now it felt like a searing brand on my forehead.
I was nearly thirty for fuck’s sake, and I had nothing to show for my existence except an art history degree and a collection of stories that would have made Oscar Wilde proud. But hedonism tended to rack up bills rather than pay them.
As we rounded the corner on the final stretch to the hotel’s front door, I paused for a second, my gaze catching on the bobbing waves in the harbour and the little fleet of boats moored there.
The warm light from the town glinted off their hulls and danced across the water, mixing with the pale light of the thin, crescent moon hanging just above us.
It was picturesque in a way I’d not seen before, and it momentarily caught me off guard.
“You okay?” Will asked, pausing just ahead of me.
“Yes. I was just… looking at the boats.” It sounded ridiculous when I said it out loud, but Will just gave me a soft smile that made my stomach drop again and reached for my hand.
“Don’t they have boats in London? Or Ibiza? Or wherever else you spend your time.”
“They do, but I don’t tend to look at them.”
“Not a chartered party yacht kind of man?” Will asked, his voice gently teasing in a way that made my insides twist. I’d barely known him an hour, and he already had me more tangled up than anyone I’d ever met. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“No,” I said as I slipped my hand into his, trying to ignore how warm his skin felt against mine. “To be completely honest, I get horrifically seasick, which does not make days on yachts particularly fun, even if the sea is calm.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell.” He shot me a wink, and I swallowed.
There were only a few people around as we slipped into the hotel, and nobody made it their business to notice us as we climbed the stairs.
We were still only holding hands, and I couldn’t remember the last time one of my hook-ups had moved this slowly.
Even if I’d been taking them back to mine, we’d have been all over each other on the journey home.
Will’s teasing and the crawling pace of this encounter was making my head spin. I just wanted to get a locked door between us and the rest of the world so I could forget what was going on in my head and focus on what I was good at: making men come.
As soon as we reached the third floor, I pulled the key card from my pocket and steered Will towards the door.
It clicked open, and I dragged him inside, barely remembering to flick a light on before I was backing him against the nearest wall.
Need boiled within me, and I was desperate for his touch.
I wanted to get out of my head and think about nothing but the way my body felt.
Will let out a muffled sound as his body hit the wall, his hands coming up to wrap around me as my lips crashed against his. It wasn’t the smoothest kiss, and it took him a second to respond, but when he did, I melted against him.
His hand slid up my spine to cradle the back of my neck, gently moving and holding me in place. His lips were rough and chapped, and he tasted like the beer he’d been drinking, but fuck did he know how to use his mouth.
His kisses drew me in, making me hungry for more, and I groaned.
Will let out a pleased growl as his tongue caressed the seam of my lips before pressing inside.
I pushed against him, desperately wanting more, my hands reaching out to fumble with his buttons.
Shit. I was never this uncoordinated. I suddenly felt like a fumbling teenager instead of a man renowned for having a revolving door to my bedroom.
“What’s the rush?” Will asked, his mouth still brushing against mine.
“You’re still dressed.”
“So are you.” Will smirked. “Did you want me to change that?”
“I thought that was obvious.”
He kissed me again, languidly this time, like he was taking great delight in making me wait.
When he released me, my head was spinning, and I could barely focus enough to dump my coat on the sofa and kick off my shoes.
The rest of my clothes went to the floor as I focused on watching Will strip down.