Truth of Touch (Templer Series 2) (3 page)

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Saturday

I’m regretting this dress. Jonathon the stylist from my last photo shoot assured me that it was
so me
. And despite the tit tape, my breasts are still threatening to run for freedom from the plunging neckline. I have spent the last hour at this event having men struggle to talk to my face. But at least Tilly was right. The Press have fallen over themselves to shoot me at every angle in every room, and this publicity for Templer Industries and Drew can only be a good thing.
You owe me, Tilly Teague….

Amber is a delight. And the three of us have bonded almost instantly, much to the relief of Tilly.
Amber is as striking as her brothers, with a fiercely independent streak which attracts me to her even more. I know I have found a new friend, and as we both live in London, will help ease the loss I feel at Tilly now living in Cornwall.

I have managed to avoid talking to Jake all evening. I have felt his presence and caught him watching me occasionally…..
or my breasts in
this dress
…..but we have circled around deliberating moving in opposite directions. The event is heading toward its natural close with only the speech from Drew, and the cutting of the ribbon by the Mayor, remaining before I can disappear to my ‘Honoured Guest’ suite and breath out the tension which has been plaguing me since I arrived.

***

I decide to leave Tilly and Amber chatting and head to the bar for a quiet ‘real’ drink away from the throng of people in the main event rooms. The bar is gloriously empty with the barman leaning on his worktop pursing his lips in boredom. He looks relieved to have a customer as I enter.

“Good evening ma’am…..what can I…?” He beams at me but is interrupted by a deep voice from behind me.

“The lady will have an ice cold bottled beer, no glass. Make that two.”

I spin around at the sound of Jake’s voice.
I had not been aware of him anywhere in my vicinity, and certainly not heading to the bar! He smiles the broadest grin at me and moves his body too close into my personal space.

“I might have wanted something else to drink!” I retort, stepping backwards into a stool, widening my comfort zone.

He smirks at me. ”No, you didn’t, Mia. You need a beer, same as me” He moves in even closer, before raising his hand, running a singular finger from my neck down between the exposed skin of my breasts in this
damn dress.
“Are you trying to kill me with
this
dress?” He groans roughly in my ear.

His words shoot straight to my sex causing a breath to trap in my throat. I glare at him, hating the way he affects me…..angry at myself. I turn away, avoiding further eye contact, and take a long slug of the cold beer. Suddenly, there is a commotion behind us. Shit! Photographers!

“Mia! Mia! A picture with Mr Templer? Just one for us!” Flash bulbs thrusting and blinding in our direction. Jake slides his body up tight with mine, smiling for the cameras.

“Put your arm around Miss Fox! That’s it, closer still….” They beckon.

“How about a kiss, eh, guys?” Jake laughs raising an eyebrow at them in return. They clamber towards us, frantic and eager to get ‘the shot’.

Before I can pull myself away from his grasp around my waist, he pulls my chin up, his mouth gently brushing mine….the bulbs flash in frenzy. Satisfied, the paparazzi nod and wave their thanks before heading back into the main rooms.

***

Jake is still holding me tightly. His face and breath inches from my face…
his scent, his touch sending chills through to my core….I hate this feeling of weakness……
He leans in, his mouth hungrily finding mine, pulling me hard against his chest. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, gently nipping and sucking drawing my mouth open. A frustrated moan escapes from my lips, angry as my body melts against him. He grasps the opportunity of my parted lips, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. His taste is exquisite and I want more, my tongue finding his, circling and dancing in tune.

I feel his cock, pressed hard against my thigh, twitch and harden. Instinctively, my hand
has a mind of its own, and reaches down to touch the hardness, stroking its length, feeling the delicious heat. He groans, pressing himself harder into my hand. I massage and squeeze his shaft as it strains against the material of his dinner suit, feeling my own sex pulse and moisten with aching need. I suck at the tip of his tongue simulating my thoughts of his cock in my mouth…..

***

We snap apart as we jointly hear the announcement of Drew’s speech, hearing the polite clapping of the guests. Jake stares at me, panting, with hooded lustful eyes. “I want to be in your bed tonight” He groans at me, before striding out towards the main room.

“No, Jake…..” I call after him, fully aware I don’t believe my own words.

***

Drew and Jake are swelled with pride up on the platform. Drew has given a wonderful, heart - felt speech thanking the hard work from his teams, and closing by asking Jake to join him while the ribbon is cut by the Mayor. Amber and Tilly are bursting with joy, their hands sore from clapping, smiles stretched across their faces.

Jake is not watching the ceremony of the ribbon instead his eyes are fixated on me. I am aware I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him either. This stunningly beautiful man is slowly getting under my skin and this acknowledgement is making me uncomfortable……I don’t recognise these feelings…..this intense pull towards him……

Jake can feel the tightness in his chest
, his mind awash with lust
What is she doing to me? I can’t seem to……seem to pull my eyes away from her…..the taste….the smell of her…… I almost hate her because I want her so badly…..

***

Finally, the evening is over and I can retire to the safety of my guest suite. I sink my head onto the pillow, puffing out a huge breath of relief. I’m ignoring the still tingling sensations coursing through my body. I know these will pass as soon as sleep begins to take over. I’m telling myself that although no man has ever affected me this way, the feelings will pass. I’m Mia Fox, for fuck’s sake! Fuck them and dump them….that’s how I roll. I stretch out a giggle and feel the heaviness of sleep fall over me.

Chapter Five

The thump in the darkness jolts me from a
wonderful dream.
I was carefree, and innocent, laughing running through a wooded area with my old dog, Bear. He is barking excitedly while I chase him, playing hide and seek. I seem about fourteen, all long limbs and slightly awkward. Just before I got ‘discovered’ by a model scout….and just before my trust in men disappeared……

Another loud thump! I sit bolt upright trying to focus my senses on the noise. Realisation hits me. It
is someone banging on the door of my suite. Instantly, my heart leaps into my mouth.
Jake
. I know who it is and I don’t want to open the door……so why am I walking towards it? Why am I turning the handle? I open the door a few inches, peeking my eyes out through sleepy lids.

“What do you want Jake? Go away.” I try to make the words sound sincere, annoyed.

“You know what I want” He is stood, wide and broad, hands on hips. He pushes a foot in the gap of the door. And I find myself letting the door swing open.

We stare at each other for what seems like minutes, neither of us moving, no words spoken. My heart begins to pound against my chest wall. I am anticipating that any second, he will make a grab for me. I feel a shiver. Still he doesn’t move, still just staring at me. Suddenly, he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. He drops his head, looking up at me through thick black lashes.

“I tried to not come” He mumbles, angry words.

“Then go, Jake. I don’t want you here.”
I make my concrete legs move to re-open the door.
Yes, I do
……the words fighting inside my mind.

“Yes, you do” He takes a slow walk towards me, enveloping me in his arms. He slowly strokes his hands up towards the nape of my neck, tilting my chin up to face him.

His mouth plants feathery kisses across my cheek, on the tip of my nose, before moving to gently and tenderly brush across my lips. This tenderness feels alien to me yet my body is melting deliciously against him, craving more.

I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him to me tighter. He moans softly against my neck, sliding soft kisses down my throat, and down my collar bone.
And as I feel my legs start to weaken, I am lifted and carried to my bed, where he lays me down still kissing me lovingly, not breaking contact.

I watch as he removes each item of his clothing, the anticipation of his body on mine, building deeper and deeper within me. When I try to hurry him, reaching out to pull at his clothes, he clasps my hand stopping me, making me wait, making me watch as he peels each garment slowly from his body. Finally, he is naked before me…..large and powerfully built, sculpted with muscle. His eyes are full of desire as he looks over me…..like a lion
ready for the kill…..yet again he moves so slowly, I can’t bear it. He slowly fists his cock teasing me as he places a condom down his shaft. I grab for him however he holds me tight pinning me to the bed, stroking long slow licks down my neck, and onto my breasts.

I can feel each pant of air as it leaves my mouth, my chest rising and falling sharply. I am aching for more touch, my sex sodden with need. His mouth takes a nipple, suckling softly, pulling the
teat causing pain and pleasure at the same time. I gasp out a moan. My hand reaches down between my thighs trying to release some of this unbearable ache, my body arching as I finger my clit. He pulls my hand away, holding both above my head, making me wait prolonging the ache.

“Jake…..please……” I moan, arching my body up at him.
He ignores my pleas little by little moving his tongue down my body, circling long licks and kisses across my stomach towards my sex. He releases my hands, grabbing both thighs and spreading me wide apart. Plunging his tongue deep into the folds of my sex, he groans as my hips arch against him, seeking him deeper inside me.

“Jake…..please….make me come…..” I fist my hands into his silken hair, drawing him in,
relishing him flick the tip of his tongue across my clit. Drawing my clit into his mouth, sucking hard, still flicking with his tongue, my moans rising to panting squeaks….I’m nearing the edge…..he plunges two fingers deep inside me……still suckling on my clit……thrusting his fingers in and out, pulsing my pussy……pushing me faster and the tightening builds.

“Jake!” I convulse and thrust against his mouth as my orgasm erupts explosively through me, spasms of release coursing across my body. Sliding up my body, still holding my thighs stretched wide, he enters me with one slow plunge of his cock, filling me. He arches his head back, letting out a deep,
raw groan.

“Fuck, you feel good!”
He bends searching for my mouth, letting me taste myself on his tongue. He places a hand under each buttock cheek pulling me tighter into his groin, holding my firmly in place while he paces his thrusts. Long, deep thrusts of his cock pounding into my pussy, holding my ass higher now so I can feel his balls bounce of me. I reach down sinking my fingers into the flesh of his ass, drawing him deeper, matching his thrusts. I bite at his jaw, nibbling and licking, devouring his taste.

“Fuck, Mia!
” He groans out between growly breathes. I pull his head back by his hair allowing me access to bite and suckle at his neck, causing him to shudder and moan.

I stretch around him, stroking his balls, gently massaging them as they pound against my ass. “Yes!
” His chest is heaving out groan after groan…..the erotic sound sending me over the edge again into another blistering orgasm. He is panting wildly “I don’t want to stop…..love your body…..your pussy” His thrusts and hips are pounding faster and faster, the beads of sweat dripping onto my breasts…..

“FUCK…..Mia!” His body slams into his orgasm
with such force, his hips spring back releasing his cock from within me. His arms and legs buckle from beneath him, collapsing him, crashing him onto my body.

We lie, entangled, panting and retching for air…..holding each other tight…..our mouths kissing every spare inch of flesh of each other’s bodies, needing this moment not to end.

Eventually, calmness descends. And reality.  Like a sledge hammer. We both sit up in unison, looking at each other unable to find words. Jake searches my face, willing me to speak first. I say the first words that spring out of my mouth. Words that are so practiced for me.

“
We are not relationship people…..let’s not get messy with our heads, ok? This has got to be the last time. Agreed?”

“Agreed” He nods slowly. “I’ll see you at breakfast” And with that he gathers up his clothes, quietly shutting the door behind him.

***

I crawl under the duvet, pulling its comfort tight up to my chin
.
Why do I suddenly feel so crap?
I want to roll back the minutes to when we were still entangled, kissing……loving? A sob catches at my throat slowly releasing a tear to roll down my cheek. I curl up tight into a ball letting the tears fall freely.