The Mighty Storm

Chapter Twenty




Oh God. I’m so hungover. I actually think I’m dying.
After I found out Jake had left with Zzhuilette the redhead, I set out on a mission to erase the knowledge from my mind – with the obvious help of alcohol. Basically I wanted to get slaughtered and I achieved just that.
By the time Will had got back from the toilets, I was three shots in, and back on the dance floor with Stuart.
I know he knew something was wrong with me. Honestly I think he probably thinks I’m overworked, or have developed a drinking problem from spending too much time with the guys.
Will finally brought me back to the hotel around 12am as I was wasted. I remember him carrying me back to the suite. I think I was singing Mr Brightside at the top of my lungs, and then I spent a long time in the toilet, throwing up.
Poor Will. He doesn’t deserve any of this. He’s kind and sweet. And I’m the devil.
I stretch my stiff body out, groaning, I blink my eyes open.
Will’s sitting in a chair by the bed, eyes on me.
“I got you a coffee.” He hands me over a Starbucks container as I sit up in bed.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully. I lean up against the headboard and take a welcome drink.
“You went out?”
“Just to the Starbucks out by the hotel. I needed the air.”
“Oh. Sorry I got so drunk. Simone? Did she get back okay? Is she on the sofa?”
“She stayed in Denny’s room.”
“Oh,” I say.
Good for Simone. One day here and she pulls herself a fit drummer.
“Look, Tru.” Will rubs his head, pushing his fingers into his hair. “Is there something going on with you? You just haven’t seemed yourself at all since I arrived yesterday.”
This is it. I can either tell him the truth or coward out.
Jake and I aren’t going to be together. Not now.
The thought causes me actual physical pain.
And then I just know what I have to do – I have my answer. Even if I’m not going to be with Jake, I can’t just stay with Will because it’s easier.
Yes, I love him. But obviously not enough or I would never have slept with Jake.
Will deserves to be with someone who loves him and him alone.
I put my coffee down on the nightstand and sitting up, crossing my legs in front of me, I face him.
“I have to tell you something.” My body starts to shake. I take the deepest breath I’ve ever taken, trying to control my fears over what I’m about to do.
“I’ve been sleeping with Jake.”
I see the shock, slowly morphing into horror and absolute pain echo across his features.
It is a look that will haunt me for a very long time.
“What?” he says slowly.
“I’m so sorry, Will.”
He stares blankly at me. His face now washed of any emotion.
“What? Are you being f*cking serious?” His tone is low and heart-breaking.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
He puts his head into his hands. “You didn’t mean for it to happen! You’ve been having sex with Jake Wethers and you didn’t mean for it to happen!”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
I’m trying to keep it together and not break. It’s not fair on him if I cry.
“Do you love him?”
The air seems to freeze all around us.
“Yes.”
He puts his fist to his mouth, stifling a sob.
“Do you still love me?” His words are all broken.
I look up at him. Will, my lovely Will, who I’ve just broken into pieces. I can’t help the tear that runs from my eye. I brush it away.
“Yes,” I answer.
His face hardens. I barely recognise him for a moment. He’s out of the chair now, pacing around.
“So you love me and him! How is that even possible?! We’re polar f*cking opposites!”
“I don’t know. I’m so sorry.”
Pausing, he grabs the back of the chair. “When did it start?”
“Five days ago. The night before the article came out was the first time anything happened.”
“So it was the f*cking truth! You sat on the phone and lied to me, and all along it was the f*cking truth! I actually felt sorry for you, I believed you! I f*cking trusted you!”
“I’m so sorry, Will. I’m so, so sorry,” I cry.
“It just all makes so much f*cking sense now! The way you’ve been acting since I arrived, and the way he has been with you, and how you reacted to him when he was with that girl last night! I’m so f*cking stupid!” he roars.
Then he turns from me, covering his face with his hands.
He starts to cry.
Oh f*ck.
I climb off the bed, standing behind him, I put my hand tentatively on his back, tears streaming from my own eyes, but he moves away. “Don’t touch me,” he says low and gruff. “Don’t you ever f*cking touch me again.”
Leaving him, I sit on the edge of the bed, trapped in the mess I’ve made.
“Do you want to be with him?” he says suddenly, voice rough. He turns to face me.
I bind my hands in my lap. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.” I put my head into my hands.
“How could you have been with someone like him? He’s a f*cking whore! All he does is sleep with women – it’s what sells his shit music! Jesus Christ, Tru, he was all over another woman last night! That’s how highly he thinks of you – he was off screwing someone else the moment you couldn’t give him what he wanted!”
I don’t know if it’s the look on my face that makes him ask it, but whatever it is I just feel sick, knowing I’m going have to tell him the truth when he says, “Please tell me you haven’t had sex with him while I’ve been here?”
I can’t lie to him. I want to. But I can’t.
Closing my eyes briefly, I press my lips together and nod my head, slowly. “I’m sorry.” Tears start to run freely from my eyes.
“I don’t f*cking believe this!” he yells. Holding himself steady on the back of the chair, he fixes his eyes on my face. “When?”
Oh God.
I rub the tears from my face. “Last night.”
I hear his sharp intake of breath. “When last night?” I can see his jaw working angrily under his skin.
I wet my dry lips and gulp down. “At the party.”
He looks puzzled momentarily.
“When I went to use the bathroom.”
“You f*cked him in a public toilet?!” he yells like I’ve never heard before. I actually physically shake from the force of it.
“I just … I can’t f*cking believe this!”
He pauses for a moment. Then slowly, he lifts his eyes to my face.
“How could you do this to me? To us?”
I rub the fresh tears from off my face. “I’m so sorry. It just happened. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but, it’s … Jake.” I say this like it will explain everything away to him. “I’ve loved him since I was young.”
“You haven’t seen him for the last f*cking decade!”
I don’t even make the attempt to try to explain to him. He would never understand the connection I have with Jake.
“I’ve loved you for two years of my life, Tru! Two years! I gave you everything! Trusted you! Would have given you anything! I gave you my heart for Christ’s sake! I wanted to marry you!”
His words blindside me. He wanted to marry me? We’d never even talked about it.
“All of it gone, because you’re some cheap whore who can’t say no to a f*cking rock star! I never had you down as some slut groupie.”
He’s looking at me with utter disgust and contempt. And I deserve it.
“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ve loved Jake since I was young–”
“Spare me anymore of the goddamn details!”
Nervous, I look down at my hands, my eyes fixing on the bracelets. Jake’s and Will’s.
And then I just know I want Jake. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I unclip Will’s bracelet from my wrist.
Getting to my feet, I hold it out in my hand to him. “You should have this back,” I say quietly.
He looks down at my hand. Then he grabs the bracelet and throws it across the room.
His face becomes a blind rage. I’ve never seen him look this way before. Then he’s striding across the room, purposefully, angrily.
“Where are you going?” I ask panicked.
“To kick your f*cking boyfriends’ ass!”
I’m moving quickly behind, but Will is already through the door, practically sprinting down the hall looking for Jake’s room. He’s like a man possessed.
I’m screaming after him.
Then I see Jake’s door open and he’s standing there scanning the hall, looking worried. He must have heard my screams.
Jake registers Will, then me, and it all just happens so quickly.
Will is on him, and he punches Jake in the face.
“NO!” I cry out, as I hear the crack from the impact.
I stop in my tracks, watching in horror, as Jake momentarily loses his footing, staggers slightly, his hand going straight to his mouth.
“Did you think you could f*ck my girlfriend and I wouldn’t find out?! That I would do jack shit about it?!” Will yells at him. “I don’t give a f*ck who you are! I’m gonna beat the shit out of you!”
Jake moves his hand away and I see the blood. He looks down at his hand, then runs his tongue over his lip, licking the blood and smirks.
“I’ll let you have that first one mother f*cker, but not the next.” Jake sounds unnervingly calm.
Then he punches Will hard in his face. It’s so quick and unexpected.
“NO!” I scream out, again. “STOP, PLEASE!”
Will staggers back from the force and I try to help him, but he pushes me away, hard.
I lose my footing and fall against the wall hitting my shoulder, and fall onto my ass.
Jake’s face flames with rage. And then he’s on Will punching him to the floor, hard, repeatedly over and over.
I scramble up to my knees, finding my voice to scream, “NO! STOP!” begging Jake to stop, and then Dave is there, pulling Jake off Will.
Denny appears in the hall from behind me, and he’s straight in there, telling Dave to get Will out of here, and taking hold of Jake, pushing him back because he looks crazy right now, like he’s ready to kill Will.
I’ve never seen Jake looks so wild.
Then Simone is beside me, helping me up off the floor, putting her arm around me, holding me close.
Dave pulls Will up off the floor. He’s covered in blood, his lip looks cut and his eye is swelling already.
I can’t help the sob that escapes me. This is all my fault. He doesn’t deserve any of this.
Will shakes off Dave’s grip.
“So you need your f*cking bodyguard and your p-ssy band member to help you fight your battles for you?!” Will yells at Jake.
I’ve never seen Will like this before. He’s like a different person. And I’ve done this to him.
I see Jake’s eyes narrow and he steps forward, malevolence clear on his face, but Denny pushes him back. “No man. Leave it.”
Dave pulls Will further back down the hall, turning, he releases him pushing him backwards. “You need to leave. Get your stuff and go,” Dave says firmly. “If you don’t I’ll remove you myself.”
Simone moves me out of the way, backing me up against the wall, as Will steps back.
He turns to me.
I see complete hatred on his face which is meant solely for me. Tears are running free from my eyes.
“I loved you, Tru. I would have done anything for you. But how wrong was I. You’re just some cheap f*cking whore, like he is. You deserve each other.”
Then he turns and storms away. Dave walks past me, following Will as he goes back into my suite.
My whole body is shaking.
Everyone has just been witness to the fact that I’ve been sleeping with Jake behind Will’s back. Even though they probably already knew, I still have never felt trashier than I do in this moment.
I should go after Will, I know, but what can I say that will make this better?
I knew what I was doing by telling him. Yes, it was the right thing to do. But I was also making my decision. I was choosing Jake.
He may not want me now after all this. And I don’t know how I feel about him sleeping with Zzhuilette.
But I love him. I’ll always love him. It’s always been him.
The door opposite me opens and Tom stumbles out, looking half-asleep.
“What the f*ck’s going on out here?” he yawns, stretching his arms over his head, as he glances around taking in the scene.
Me in my pyjamas in Simone’s arms crying. Jake bleeding from the mouth. Denny in his boxer shorts.
“Oh, right,” he says putting two and two together, dropping his arms down. “Guess, I’ll leave you guys to it then.” Stepping back he closes his door.
Jake hasn’t taken his eyes off me, but I can’t bring myself to meet his stare.
“Come on,” Simone says to me. “You can’t stay out here.” Because Will could come back out soon, she leaves off.
Moving me forward, my legs feel like lead as she steers me into Jake’s suite. He steps back, making room for me to pass.
Denny closes the door behind us all, as Simone sits me down on the sofa, sitting beside me.
It’s utter silence in the room. The most uncomfortable silence I’ve ever been in.
“Come on, man, let’s clean you up.” Denny jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom at Jake, breaking the unnerving silence.
Jake looks at me. He seems hesitant to go, but after a long, lingering moment, he wordlessly follows Denny through the bedroom to the bathroom.
“I’ll get you some water.” Simone gets up and quickly returns with a bottle of water and a wad of tissues, handing me them both.
I wipe my face dry with the tissues, putting the bottle beside me on the sofa.
“How did he find out?” she asks in a quiet voice.
“I told him.” I glance at her, a fresh tear leaking from my eye. I wipe it away. “He knew something wasn’t right from my behaviour last night, and I couldn’t keep lying to him.”
“You did the right thing.”
“Yes, but I did the wrong thing in the beginning. I’ve f*cked everything up, Simone.” Leaning forward, I put my head in my hands, as tears form in my eyes again.
Simone rubs my back. “You made a few errors in judgement granted, but you’re only human, Tru. And you’re clearly in love with Jake.”
I turn my head glancing at her. “I know, but I still shouldn’t have done what I did.”
“No, you shouldn’t have, but there’s no changing it now I’m afraid.” She tucks my hair behind my ear. “So now you have to figure out what you’re going to do from here.” She nods her head in the direction of the bathroom.
She means what am I going to do about Jake.
“I don’t know.”
“Well I’m taking it you and Will have broken up.”
“But that doesn’t mean I should jump straight into something with Jake, and … well, Jake spent the night with another woman.” My lips turn down at the corners.
I was half-expecting Zzhuilette to be here in his room to be honest as it’s still so early.
She shakes her head. “No he didn’t.”
I look at her surprised. “He did. Stuart told me Dave had brought him and her back here.”
“I was leaving the party with Denny last night, not long after you left, and Tom said he was coming back with us, that he’d just got off the phone with Jake – said Jake had called him and he was wrecked and was in a real mess over you. He said he’d never known Jake to be like that over a girl, and it was freaking him the f*ck out. I said I thought he’d left with that girl too, but Tom said there was definitely no girl with him because no girl would have put up with his whining over you.”
“And from what I know, Tom spent most of the night in Jake’s room talking him down. I know for definite there was no girl in here because Denny was so worried about him that he left me to go check on him too. When he came back, he said that maybe I should talk to you, because Jake was really screwed up over the whole Will being here thing.”
“I’ve messed up so badly,” I whisper, the tears starting again.
I’m relieved that Jake hadn’t slept with her, but I’m all cut up over Will and how much I’ve hurt him. I just don’t know what to do.
The bathroom door in the bedroom opens, and Jake comes out with Denny behind him.
My whole body tenses.
The blood’s gone from his lip, but it’s all swollen and readying for a bruise.
He comes over and sits on the edge of the sofa, opposite me, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together, he looks over at me with wary eyes.
I dry my tearstained face again, and set the damp tissues on the sofa beside me.
“We’re gonna go get some breakfast,” Simone says, rising to her feet. “I’ll come and see you later.” She rubs my shoulder.
Then she and Denny are gone, and it’s just me and Jake, and a whole lot of silence.
“You told him,” he says quietly, like he can barely believe it.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I look at him surprised. “He knew there was something different about me, and because I couldn’t go on lying to him … and because of you, Jake … because I hated what this was doing to you – had done to you.”
He stares at me with such intensity, it’s momentarily almost too much to handle. My insides are quaking.
“Did he hurt you?”
I look confused.
“When he pushed you and you hit the wall, did he hurt you?”
I touch my shoulder. “No. I’m fine. I should be the one asking if you’re okay?”
I’m lying, it hurt, it still does, but I don’t want to anger him anymore than he already has been.
He puts his finger to his lip. “It looks worse than it is.”
“Even so, I’m sorry.”
“Because he hit me or because you told him?”
“Because he hit you. Because of everything I’ve done. I’ve f*cked everything up so badly.”
“Not with me you haven’t.”
I can’t help but look at his face, searching, hoping he really means it.
“I’m glad he hit me, Tru, if it means he finally knows. I’m sorry he’s hurt, but I’m not sorry he knows about us.”
“Is there an us?” I hold my breath.
“You tell me?”
I exhale. “Why didn’t you sleep with Juliette?”
“I never intended to. I left because I wanted out of that party. I couldn’t stand to see you with Will, and I took her with me because I wanted you to know I’d left with her … I wanted you to think I had slept with her – to hurt you – not very mature I know, but…” He shrugs. “So well, I got Dave to drop her off at her place first, then he brought me back here, and I spent the night with a bottle of Jack, and Tom came later on.” He stares straight into my eyes. “Do you really think I could have had sex with her, when I’d just had sex with you?”
“You kissed her.”
“I was acting like a dumb ass. Like I said, I wanted to hurt you, because you’d hurt me.” He brushes his thumb over the scar on his chin. “I don’t do rejection well. But I’d never go that far. And you kissed Will, remember?”
I knot my fingers together in my lap, nodding gently.
“It did hurt me,” I whisper, “Seeing you with her, knowing you’d left there with her. The pain I felt was unbearable. So I got drunk to try and kill it, and spent the rest of the night throwing up, before passing out.”
That’s my subtle way of telling him I didn’t have sex with Will. I know it was weighing on his mind, he didn’t have to say.
I see his face relax, and he lifts his eyebrow. “You’re such a light weight.”
“I am.”
“I love you,” he says.
I love you, just as simple as that.
I stare at him, wide eyed. It’s like time has frozen all around me.
Jake gets up, his eyes never leaving mine, and walks over to me. He kneels on the floor at my feet and takes hold of my hands.
“I love you,” he repeats. “I’ve only ever loved one girl, Tru – and that’s you. It’s always been you. I loved you from the moment I knew how to love.”
My eyes fill with tears again, them quickly spilling over, down my cheeks.
Jake takes my face in his hands, caressing my tears away with his thumbs. “You’re it for me. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be mine.”
I stare deep into his eyes. “I’ve always been yours, and I always will be. I love you too … so much.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jake look as happy as he does in this moment.
He leans over and gently kisses my lips. I press harder against them, wanting more from him.
He hisses, and I quickly pull back. “Shit, sorry, baby,” I murmur, smoothing my finger over his cut, swollen lip.
“You’re worth the pain.”
“You hit him,” I say, regretfully. “A lot.”
“No one hurts my girl, because you are, Tru … my girl.”
“I know … and you’re my guy.” I trace my finger across his cheek.
“Forever.” His eyes close under my touch.
“Forever.”
“Are you really sure he didn’t hurt you?” He opens his eyes after a moment, and runs his hand gently over my shoulder.
“I’m fine, really. It didn’t hurt.”
“Come on,” he says, getting to his feet, pulling me to my own. He leads me through to the bedroom, pulling the duvet back; he climbs into bed, making space for me.
I’m hesitant.
I’ve only just broken up with Will. Somehow it doesn’t seem right climbing into bed with Jake.
“Please,” he says softly, seeing my hesitation. “I just want to hold you.”
I climb into bed beside him and he wraps his arms around me, holding me to him and pulls the duvet over us.
He kisses my hair. “I love you so much,” he murmurs. “This is it now. Just you and me.
I tilt my head back, kissing a place on his neck. “Just you and me,” I echo.
I nestle my head into his neck, breathing him in, feeling suddenly exhausted, as I try to work through the conflicting emotions still raging through me.


When I wake I’m Jake’s arms, the sky coming in through the window looks dusky. We’ve slept the whole day away.
I’m supposed to be going home. Jake too. Our flights out of Paris are tonight.
Suddenly the thought of leaving him crushes my chest.
Then I think of Will, and pure sadness engulfs me. Tears instantly prick my eyes.
I wonder if he got an early flight? I hope he got home okay.
Will. Lovely sweet Will. What have I done to him?
I hope he’s okay. I didn’t want it to end the way it did. Maybe I should call him? Try to explain?
No, what good would that do, and anyway, he hates me.
He’s right to.
I cheated on him. I broke his trust and his heart. I’ve scarred him; he won’t trust another woman for a long time to come because of me. And he’s so gentle and caring; he didn’t deserve any of what I’ve done to him
But I love Jake. I know it’s a poor excuse but I couldn’t help myself.
The way I feel about him is indescribable. It’s overwhelming. Sometimes so much so that I feel like I’m gasping for air with the intensity of the feelings I have for him
But then, is this the right way for Jake and I to start our life together, off the back of a broken relationship?
I don’t think it is. But I suppose, mine and Jake’s relationship started a long time ago. It spans our lifetime.
I hurt for Will and how I treated him, I always will, but Jake is where I want to be.
He’s my home.
Jake stirs in his sleep, his eyes opening slowly. And when he looks at me, all I see in them is complete love for me.
“Hey.” His voice is all sleepy and sexy.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
I look at the bruising on his lip; the swelling has gone down a little. A reminder of what happened only this morning.
I trace my fingertip over it. Jake takes hold of my hand kissing my fingertips. Then puts his hand on my face, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I love waking up with you. I want to wake up every morning looking at your face,” he murmurs.
Shivers run over my skin.
“Me too. But we have to go home tonight.” My lips turn down at the corners.
“Do we?”
“I’ve got work to do at the magazine,” I sigh. “And you’ve got PR to do for the US leg of the tour.”
“I don’t care about any of that. It can wait. Stay with me here in Paris for a few more days. I’m not ready to be away from you, not when I’ve only just got you.”
I stare at his face. “I guess I could call, Vicky…”
“So you’ll stay?”
“Yes.”
He smiles, a beautiful smile that reaches all the way to his eyes. Then he moves his face closer to mine and kisses me gently on the lips, tracing his fingers over my skin, moving them into my hair. It feels gentle, tender.
“How’s your lip?” I murmur.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He rolls me onto my back, keeping me in his arms, his kiss deepens and I know what he wants.
This is it.
This is the first time Jake and I will be together properly. The first time we’ll make love as an official couple.
The thought makes me feel heady. No more guilt, no more sneaking around. Just him and me
I wind my fingers into his hair, letting his tongue roam mine, kissing, nipping, licking.
I lift, allowing Jake to pull my vest off. His mouth goes straight to my nipple.
My hips lift with the feeling and he puts his hand there, touching me through the fabric of my pyjama bottom and panties.
“Oh God, Jake,” I groan.
I put my hand between cotton and skin, taking him in my hand. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to his size. It surprises me even now.
I start to work my hand up and down.
Jake hisses between his teeth, then sucks harder on my nipple.
“God, Tru you drive me crazy. I just want to be inside you all the time.”
“Sounds good to me,” I breathe, pushing myself into his hand.
He yanks my pyjama bottoms and panties down in one, and I kick them off my legs.
“What no panty ripping today?” I tease. “What is it with you and panties anyway? What’s your beef with them?”
He lifts his head, grinning at me. “It’s a love/hate relationship, baby. I love how they look on you. Hate that they’re blocking my access.”
I giggle.
“Do you like it when I do it?” He trails his finger down my stomach.
“I love it,” I murmur, kissing his lips.
“I never ripped anyone’s panties off before, you know,” he says, under my still moving mouth.
I stop kissing him. “You haven’t?” I just figured this was a Jake thing.
He shakes his head.
“So why do you tear mine off?”
He stares down at me with his beautiful blue eyes. “Because that’s how crazy you make me feel. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Tru. I just can’t wait to be inside you.”
His words are so intense, so fixed with meaning that the muscles in my tummy clench, leaving me feeling doubly delicious.
It amazes me how easily his words can unravel me.
“I love that it’s our thing … so do you want me to put them back on so you can rip them off?” I bite down on my lip.
“F*ck no! I’m not covering you back up now, and anyway, I’ve got my whole life to spend ripping your panties off.”
His whole life. I love the sound of that.
He slides his finger inside me.
My hips buck, grinding myself into his hand, and all thoughts of ripped underwear slip from my mind, and I start to work his still growing erection quickly in my hand.
He moans and kissing my shoulder, he bites gently on my skin.
“I want to make love to you,” he groans, rubbing his thumb over my hot spot.
“Ahh,” I moan. “Yes, and now, because if you keep doing that then I’m going to come any second.”
Jake pushes his boxer shorts off, then lays between my legs, framing me.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, why?”
“Because I don’t want to use a condom. I want our first proper time together as a couple to be special. I want to feel you, Tru.”
“But…” I trail off. I know I shouldn’t think it, but all those women he’s had sex with.
And as if reading my thoughts he says, “I’ve never had sex without a condom before in my life.”
“Never?”
“Never,” he reaffirms. “STD’s and unwanted pregnancies are not something I ever aspired to have, Tru. And I get regular check-ups, my last was a week before we met back up, and I haven’t had sex with anyone since then but you.”
He wants me to be his first.
“So it’s kind of like I’m taking your virginity,” I grin.
“I guess it kind of is,” he chuckles lightly, then his eyes turn serious. “I’ve never made love with anyone but you, because there is only you who I’ve ever loved.”
I lift my hips up, pushing against him, my feelings for him driving through me. “I want to feel you, Jake. I want you to make love to me.”
His eyes turn lustful, laced thick with desire. And without taking his from mine, he very slowly eases himself inside me.
“Fuuucckk,” he groans, slowly.
I watch him with contentment and love, and my own desire fuelling through me. I reach my hand up to his face.
“You felt amazing before, Tru, but, Jesus Christ. You feel f*ckin’ insane.”
He leans down, putting his mouth on mine, slowly pulling out of me, he eases himself back in, groaning once again into my mouth.
“I love you,” I whisper.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him deep inside me, not letting him go.
He traps my face between both his hands. “I love you, and I always will.” He kisses me deeply, passionately as he starts to pick up pace, losing himself to the moment, to me, the sensation, as he moves me all over the bed, making desperate love to me.
And in this moment I have never felt happier, or more loved, than I do now here with Jake.