Diamonds Forever (10 page)

‘Really?'

‘Really. I think I ought to be able to see your face, the first time. Otherwise you might be hating every minute, and I won't know.'

‘But … is that possible?'

‘Of course it's possible. Puts a little bit of strain on your back and shoulders, but you're in good shape. You can handle it. Besides, you won't be thinking about your shoulders, once the deed is being done.'

Jenna took him at his word and rolled over.

Jason braced his arms under her thighs, pulling her bottom halfway off the duvet. She rested her lower calves on his shoulders and concentrated on holding her abdominal muscles tight and still. She clasped her fingers together at the back of her neck, giving her a better centre of balance, and watched Jason's face.

His concentration was evident, his eyes lowered to where their bodies would meet, his hair falling over his brow. She felt the rude parting of her bottom cheeks by the tip of his lubricated cock and inhaled a sharp breath.

‘Easy,' he said.

‘It's … too big,' she flapped.

‘It'll fit. Trust me.'

It took all of her determination not to try and twist sideways, out of his grip, but Jason was holding her cheeks apart, and there was clearly no escape.

He settled in her furrow, finding her tight ring and resting against it, getting her used to the feeling before he made his move.

‘Feel that?' he whispered. ‘It's ready for you. You're getting it.'

‘It won't … work,' she said, but she knew he would disagree.

‘Hold tight. I'm going to show you how wrong you are.'

Her howl as he pushed forwards into her must have been audible all over the house. Thank goodness it was empty.

Yet she wasn't howling in pain. It was a visceral reaction to this very visceral feeling of intrusion. Never mind the butt plug, never mind the fingers,
this
was the ultimate crossing of the line, and now she was truly conquered and possessed.

‘There now,' he said, stopping just an inch or so inside her. ‘Was I right?'

She nodded, astonished at the feeling of being opened wider than she had thought possible.

‘Now, keep breathing through it, babe. This next bit might sting. Look at me. I want to see your eyes.'

Never mind any sting, having to keep her eyes open was the most exquisite torment. She was forced to show everything she felt to Jason, without being able to hide. If she enjoyed this indignity, he would know. She couldn't pretend, to herself or to him.

He moved forwards again. Straight away, she began to feel a splitting pain. He was too big after all. He couldn't go any further.

She began to kick and cry out, shutting her eyes again.

‘This is the worst bit,' said Jason. ‘But if I stop, you'll just feel it for longer. If I carry on, it'll be over before you know it. Shh, that's it, that's it, oh God, yes.'

He was all the way in – and he was right. The pain had passed. There was still a memory of it, a residual ache, but the moment of panic had not been necessary. His whole length was seated deep inside her. She could take him all the way.

What she couldn't do was look at him.

The moment was too intense, too private, even though it was shared. He couldn't possibly experience it the way she did, as the stripping away of a final layer.

He didn't press her, for which she was grateful. Instead he stayed in her to the hilt, breathing deeply, holding himself in check.

The moment seemed to last and last.

Then, shockingly, Jason began to pull out.

Jenna's eyes flew open and she tried to stop his backward progress, not sure she could stand it if he made a swift exit.

‘What's up?'

‘What are you …?'

‘What, did you think I was just going to stay there like that? Anal sex is sex, Jen. You have to keep moving.'

By now he had thrust back up again, so her fear that he was pulling out completely evaporated.

‘It just doesn't feel like … the other kind,' she gasped, feeling every minuscule iota of the friction entailed in his thrusting.

‘It's more intense,' he said, the words coming with difficulty now. ‘Way more. Jesus.'

She looked at his eyes, at the hugeness of his pupils, so dilated that only a tiny ring of dark brown remained. His face had a pearlescent sheen. He looked like a man in a painting: the agony of martyrdom or something of that sort.

‘Your hands …' he said. ‘You should … touch yourself.'

Jenna shook her head at the suggestion. What she was feeling was too enormous to allow her to concentrate on anything else.

But Jason reached and yanked one of her hands from beneath her neck, then placed it firmly over her mound.

‘Do it,' he said. ‘I want you to come with me in your arse.'

His words fired her with the will to obey him. She was his, after all. He had mastered every part of her.

She began to rub at her clit, trying to keep a rhythm with the in-and-out movements taking place in her bottom. Jason was finding it easier and smoother now – she was made to be buggered.

The thought gave her fingers extra impetus. She worked herself hard, keeping those sinful thoughts running through her head.
He probably can't believe how easy I am. He probably never had a girl who took to having a big cock in her bottom so quickly. I'm probably the dirtiest whore he ever had … anyone ever had … in the world …

As the commentary got wilder, so her fingers moved faster, and Jason pumped away inside her, with less and less regard for whether her poor tight little bottom could take such forceful use.

When she came, it was something outside any of her past experience, something so huge and so weakening that she thought she might pass out. The stars turned to blinding light, then to a rapid darkening, while the current of her orgasm jolted through her body, right down to her toes and fingertips, and especially in her behind, where Jason was still hard at labour, stretching and pounding.

‘Yes,' he shouted. ‘You love it. I knew it.'

He jerked frantically inside her for a few seconds more, then Jenna felt him shudder and fall, a wild cry of abandonment echoing around them.

They lay in a limb-bending sprawl, still connected, on their sides.

‘You,' he said thickly.

Jenna saw that his eyes were shining. Hers weren't much drier.

‘You're the one.'

She put her arms around him, pressing her face against his, making two warmths meld into one.

‘Same here,' she said. ‘Nobody else …'

They held on to each other, shaking in the aftermath of their passionate coupling, all in all to each other in the darkness.

‘
I NEED SOME
advice.'

Kayley glanced at Jenna, who was busy on her laptop tapping out emails, and took her phone out into the garden.

‘Did I give you my number?'

‘No,' said Deano. ‘I got it off your dad.'

‘You did what?'

‘Sorry, I thought it was us global megastars who were cagey about that stuff. I thought you'd be pleased to hear from me.'

The little chip of coldness in his voice made her both angry and incredibly flattered. He actually
cared
what she thought of him?

‘No, I am, I just … it's a bit of a surprise, that's all.'

Jason, digging up the old flowerbeds a couple of hundred yards away, waved at her. She waved back, then turned her back on him.

‘Why? I thought we hit it off, the other day. Didn't you?'

‘Well, yeah, I had a great time.'

‘But?'

‘But I thought that was that. You did your white knight, I got away from Harville, job done, move on to the next thing.'

‘Yes, but have you forgotten the favour I asked?'

Kayley slapped her forehead.
Of course
. He wasn't phoning because he wanted to talk to her. She was crazy to have thought that for even one second.

‘Oh, right. I did ask her.'

‘And?'

‘Sorry. No go. She really isn't up for it.'

There was a silence. Kayley considered hanging up, then giggled slightly at the idea of her hanging up on Deano Diamond. Surely she wouldn't dare?

‘Are you at the Hall now?' he asked.

‘Yes.'

‘I thought so. Your dad said you'd gone to stay there for a few days. Listen, I'm a cheeky bastard, I know, but I'm going to ask you for another favour.'

Kayley's heart sank.
Just call me Gertie Go-Between.

‘Can you invite me round? To visit you, as a friend.'

‘Invite you
here
? You must be joking. Jenna would freak out.'

‘Yeah, well, Jenna ought to answer her phone then,' he said sourly. ‘I've been ringing her every twenty minutes for the last three days. She won't pick up.'

‘I think she's blocked your number.'

‘So that good word you were going to put in for me worked well, then.'

Kayley sighed.

‘I did my best. It's too soon, though. And she's been through a lot lately. Your timing's shit, Diamond.'

She bit her lip then, thinking she must have gone too far, the silence deafening her from the other end of the line.

But then he laughed.

‘You could be right. Jenna was always the one who seemed to understand that kind of thing. I'm a bull in a china shop.'

‘Sorry,' said Kayley.

‘Don't be. Listen, about that invitation …'

‘Sorry, got to go,' said Kayley hurriedly, hearing the heavy tread of Jason's work boots in her immediate vicinity. ‘Catch you later, yeah?'

‘Who's that?' Jason parked his wheelbarrow and stretched, flexing the knots out of his shoulders. He was wearing a T-shirt today, and it was filthy, covered in burrs and dirt.

‘Nobody,' said Kayley, putting the phone away.

‘I didn't know you had a boyfriend.' Jason grinned.

‘I haven't!'

‘Oh yeah? “Nobody” is always somebody, if you ask me. And usually somebody you're shagging, or hoping to shag.'

‘Shut up, Jay. You're right cocky ever since you started seeing Jenna.'

But Kayley's cheeks burned.
Is he right? Do I want to shag Deano?

‘I was always cocky,' he said. ‘Just now I've got reason to be, that's all. Jesus, a man could die of thirst round here.'

‘All right, all right. I'll get the kettle on.'

Kayley was glad of the excuse to slide out from under Jason's knowing gaze.

‘What's his name?' he asked, as a parting shot.

‘Beeswax,' she said smartly. ‘Mr M Y O Beeswax.'

Jason's laughter rang in her ears as she escaped into the kitchen.

Jenna was already in there, looking bright eyed and flushed.

‘I've got the kettle on already. Is Jason coming in for a cup of tea? I've got something to show him,' she said.

‘Yeah, I think so.' Kayley found three mugs and lined them up.

Jason came in a few seconds later, leaving his work boots by the door.

‘Jason, come into the drawing room. I've found something out,' said Jenna.

‘I'll bring the teas through, shall I?' Kayley called after them, but they were too intent on their mysterious business to reply.

She shrugged and opened the tea caddy.

In the drawing room, Jenna winced as Jason sat his dusty, jeans-clad bottom down on her new antique sofa.

‘What is it then?'

‘I've subscribed to this genealogy website,' began Jenna enthusiastically, ‘and I've been looking up Frances Harville's family in Nottingham. And I think I've found something interesting.'

‘Oh, right,' said Jason. ‘Like, what happened to her and the kid after they left here?'

‘Possibly. I don't know. But look here.'

She opened a page depicting a scanned-in photograph of a newspaper clipping from long, long ago. It contained a list of births, deaths and marriages.

‘Which one?'

‘Far right column, second down.'

It was a death notice for a Joseph Manning, draper, of Carlton Vale. Survived by his wife, Ethel, and three children, Frances, Mary and David.

‘Three children?' said Jason. ‘I know she had a sister, but …'

‘Exactly. She had a sister, Mary, but no brother that she mentioned. And she
would
have mentioned that in her diary entries, given how upset she was at having to leave her family. So David …'

‘David's the kid? Harville's son?'

‘Same first name. And it was very common, in those days, if a daughter of a respectable family was “disgraced”, to bring the child up as their sibling. I really think this David is Frances's son. I'm going to look for the birth certificate next. And then I'm going to try and find out what happened to him, and to Frances. Isn't it amazing how much we can glean from these notices and parish records? I might take a trip to Nottingham tomorrow and see if I can take a look at the county archive.'

‘Go for it,' said Jason, his interest turning quickly to the tray of mugs Kayley was bringing in. ‘Ah, that's what I need right now. A good brew. Cheers, Kay.'

He turned to Jenna.

‘Do you know who her mystery bloke is, then?'

Jenna looked swiftly at Kayley.

‘Mystery bloke? No. What's this about?'

‘Nothing,' said Kayley firmly, leaning on a table to sip her tea. ‘Jason's put two and two together and made seven.'

‘Yeah, ending your phone calls really suddenly and being all cagey about who you were talking to,' said Jason, rolling his eyes. ‘That's not a dead giveaway at all.'

‘Oh, leave her alone,' said Jenna. ‘She's entitled to a private life, you know.'

Jason concentrated on his tea.

‘Yeah,' he said after swallowing a big mouthful. ‘Maybe I've forgotten what it's like to have real privacy. I had to shout at some daft beggar who was trying to take a picture of me gardening. Clinging on to the top of the wall, he was, camera at the ready. He fell off when I saw him.'