Chapter Thirty-One
Tommy
Maya is like a ball of energy sat at the window, bouncing up and down excitedly as she waits for our friends to arrive.
“It’s only been four days since you last saw them, how can you be this excited?” I ask as I chuckle at her. Loving that she lets herself be free here, lets her true self out completely.
“I just can’t wait to go and have a night with all the people I love the most, not having to look over my shoulder in case a psycho might be lurking behind me,” she smiles sadly.
“The only man you need to worry about being behind you tonight, is me. Then on top of you, under you, down on you…” I trail off seeing the spark enter her eyes again.
“Tommy, what kind of woman do you think I am,” She gasps mockingly, raising a hand to her chest.
Mine.
I raise my eyebrow at her, making her laugh before she turns her attention back to the window.
These past few days have been bliss. We’ve had good food, relaxed around the pool, and fucked in almost every room of the house. I couldn’t ask for anything more and I couldn’t help but picture it, her living here with me, being able to live everyday like this if we so desired.
It will happen, one day soon if I have any say in it.
“They’re here!” she squeals, running to the front door as two cars pull into the driveway.
Max and Jenson step out of the first car, which Maya bypasses as she heads straight to the girls coming out of the next one. She flings herself at my sisters, then at Blair and Gracie.
“How was the drive?” I ask Jenson as I make my way over.
“Easy, didn’t take too long, being stuck with this dick head was hard work though, does he never shut up?” he signals to Max, jokingly.
“Piss off, it’s a pleasure to be in my company,” Max retorts, punching him in the side before growing serious.
“Listen, I didn’t want to alert Maya, but there’s been a security breech at work.
Someone is trying to access your personal data, the I.T team are certain they didn’t manage to break through, but just to be safe I’ve told them to inform security. ”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? When did this happen?” I demand. In all my years owning my company I’ve never had anything like this happen before.
“I got the call before I got in the car. I thought it might be best waiting until I got here in case she was close by, I didn’t want to worry her, you know?”
It was only yesterday that I had spoken to him about how much better she was doing. Being here, away from the shit show that’s happening at home has made it easy to forget that she’s still in danger. I’m still not happy with the fact I’m the last to know, but I do get why he did it.
“Yeah, thanks bro. So, all the team here know?” I ask.
“Yep, they’ll be trailing us tonight when we head out.”
“Don’t start worrying now, the arsehole won’t make it past me,” Jenson says menacingly. I believe him too, out of the three of us he’s the one I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of. I know how dark his past is after all.
“I’m going to show the girls the pool, they’ve been going on about it since I got here,” Maya smiles towards me, completely unaware of what’s happening.
I would stop at nothing to keep her this way. Content, happy, and blissfully ignorant.
I’m stood at the door with the boys, waiting for the girls to grace us with their presence. What the hell is taking them so long? They’ve been up there for the past two hours getting ready, my girl is already beautiful, she doesn’t need this long to put a bit of make up on.
“Will you stop fucking pacing. You’re giving me a headache,” Max complains. I flip him off in response.
Jenson is leaning against the wall, sipping on a glass of bourbon, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Fuck it,” I say walking over to the decanter to pour myself one. The alcohol leaving that sweet burning sensation as I take a mouthful.
“You don’t need to be so on edge. You’ve got us, the security and Fallon. Do you think that sister of yours would let anyone near your girl?” Jenson asks as his eyebrow lifts smugly.
“You’ve got a point,” I gruff out.
“Hey, I think the car’s here.” Max announces.
Right on cue, the girls descend the staircase, all looking exceptionally gorgeous tonight but when my eyes land on Maya, I can’t turn away.
Fuck me.
She’s wearing a sexy, black, strapless mini dress with her toned tan legs on full display, Legs that I wouldn’t mind wrapped around my head later tonight. She looks fucking stunning. Her eye make up is dark and sensual.
Fuck going out, I’d happily stay right here and unwrap her like a Christmas present.
Her smile is shining so brightly and aimed directly at me. My chest tightens. I reach a hand out to her as she nears the bottom step, needing to taste those delicious lips of hers.
“Calm down, cowboy. I didn’t spend the past hour on that face for you to slobber all over it,” Blair barks, half joking half serious.
I lean into her, kissing the side of her neck. Whispering in her ear before straightening back up. “You look fucking edible, baby,”
A whoosh of breathe leaves her, her eyes wide at my comment. “You can eat me anytime, baby,” She says seductively.
“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to,” I tease. Watching her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
“Come on, the cabs here and the last thing we need is for you to get randy before we even make it out of the door,” Max says as he ushers us all out of the door.
Waiting outside is a fully tinted, black Mercedes van, the nicest I could find to fit the eight of us without hiring a limo.
“It’s so good having you as a big bro,” Lucy says as she pats my shoulder, stepping inside first. Max huffs as he follows her, side eyeing her but still taking the seat directly next to her, they’re so weird together.
“Let’s go and party!” Gracie sings, as the rest of us get inside.
The drive over to the bar is fun, the girls making sure to keep the vibe going by getting the driver to blast out 2000’s club music. I notice Jenson and Blair cast fleeting glances at one another, clearly liking what they see. I have never known a couple so well suited, yet so blind to it.
“Are you looking forward to tonight?” Maya leans into me, so I can hear over the ridiculous racquet of our friends.
“I’d much rather be alone with you,” I say, nuzzling into her neck. Leaving soft kisses all the way to the tip of her shoulder.
I notice that she is squeezing her thighs together, her tell tale sign of being turned on.
“You will have me alone when we get home later.”
The lightness in my chest shocks me. Home. I love that she sees it as that, I’m well and truly whipped for this woman.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the bar. It’s not quite as extravagant as Jenson’s place, but there is food, music and alcohol, just what we need.
“Good evening, Mr Jackson, your booth is this way,” the staff member says as we walk through the door, already expecting us. Having money does have its perks.
She takes us over to the area I’ve asked for, sectioned off with thick red rope.
“Your drinks will be over shortly. We have supplied a bottle of Dom Perignon ready on ice for you. Enjoy your evening” She smiles before heading back to the door.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Max exclaims as he dives into the booth, picking up the bottle. “Who would like to do the honours?”
“Give it to me, you daft bastard. I don’t trust you not to spray us with it,” Jenson says as he snatched the bottle off Max.
“Wait! Let me record you.” Gracie takes out her phone, filming him as he pops the cork with flourish, he even winks at the camera as he pours the first glass.
“Here, Maya my darling,” he says as he offers her the first glass. She eyes me cheekily as she takes the glass from him.
The music is loud but bearable, unlike at Xpressions. The girls sway to the beat as they chat while the boys and I take a seat, all three of us unable to take our eyes off them.
“So, what’s going on with you and Blair?” I ask Jenson.
“Nothing.”
“Well, that’s a lie. The looks you were giving each other on the ride over here even turned me on,” Max interjects.
“We both like to have fun. It won’t go anywhere,” He replies nonchalantly, but his expression gives away his real feelings. He clearly likes her and doesn’t know what to do about it.
Two beautiful yet scantily dressed barmaids come over to the table, one with a tray of beer and the other holding a cocktail tree.
Of course I had to get my girl her favourite.
Once she sets them down on the table, she lights a sparkler in the middle, setting the girls off giddily screaming at how good it looks.
“Thank you for this,” Maya says as she slides in next to me, my arm automatically draping over her shoulders.
She smells different tonight, not wearing her usual choice of perfume.
I run my nose up the length of her neck, from her collar bone to ear sending shivers through her body. “Tommy,” She breathes out.
“You smell fucking divine. I don’t know if I can wait until we get home to get a taste of you,” My cock agreeing as it strains against my zip.
“Let’s play a game,” She smirks, desire burning in those beautiful eyes of hers. I can see the wheel turning in her mind at whatever idea she has concocted.
“I’m listening…”
“No matter what, we can’t cum until we get home,” She says, her eyes not wavering from mine. “But I expect you to play dirty, because that’s what I plan to do.” She winks as her hand lands on my knee under the table.
It’s dark in the bar, so no one could see what she’s up to as her hand leisurely travels up my thigh, only stopping when she’s grasping my cock through my trousers. I tighten my grip on her shoulder, letting out a hiss through my teeth.
Fuck, the feeling of her tiny hands wrapped around me alone could send me over the edge.
She pumps my cock one, two, three times, before quickly manoeuvring out of my hold to join the girls on the dance floor.
Leaving me sat here with a fucking tent in my pants, panting and agitated but more than anything, horny as hell.
Giving her the best come fuck me look I can muster, I let her know with my eyes it’s game on.