In The Spur of Heath (The Spur Series Book 1) (20 page)

“Okay, babe.” I palmed his cheek and gave him a peck on the lips.

“I love you.” He whispered against my lips.

“I love you, too.”

Jake, Kai and Joey were still inside Joey’s private room at Club Athens. Jake took another straight shot. His eyes were bloodshot red and his speech was slurred. “Kaiiii, Joeyyyy, I g-g-gotta goooo. Now!” He slammed his glass on the glass table in front them, almost toppling over.  “Take it easy, Jake.” Joey puffed on his cigarette.

“I’m good, Joe.” He got up from the floor, straightening himself. “I’m out guyssss.” Jake staggered towards the door, down the stairs and into the empty dance floor. A few employees were scattered about cleaning up and preparing the club before opening.

Jake continued stumbling towards his car. When he got in, his phone rang and he looked at the screen – it was Kin. “Fuck this bitch!” He screamed and tossed his phone to the side. It landed face up and my contact popped up. He focused his eyes at my name and number. “Reese.” He breathed.

After I took a bath and freshened up, I sat at the breakfast bar with my laptop and books to do up some work for school. Spring break was coming up and I had to finish my assignment for Mr. Sampson’s class. I could never do work without listening to music, so I put on the playlist on my computer.

Ping!
My phone chimed, it was an event notification for Jessica and Mimi’s party on Facebook. “Can’t wait.” I murmured, laid my phone down and continued with my assignment. I decided to order a pizza. As I selected
Holloway by Wildcat! Wildcat!
on my playlist, I heard a knock on the door. “That was fast. Too fast.” I thought to myself.

When I opened the door, Jake was standing there, leaning against the doorframe reeking of alcohol. I paused, that lump forming in my throat. I was unable to move or breathe. “Reese.” He slurred. “Jake, what are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask as the shock settled. He reached for my face and I turned my head.

“I missed you.” He staggered into the living room and I closed the door and followed him to the sofa. “Where’s your boyfriend.” He asked, his hooded eyes looking up at me.

“In San Francisco. Where’s Kin?” I asked solemnly.

“I don’t give a fuck about her, Reese. I never had.” He breathed and reached for me. I stiffened at his hold. My breathing heaved as I desperately fought back the tears, my heart palpitating and a million thoughts running through my head.

“Jake…” And before I could say any more, his lips were on mine. He consumed me as he held on to me tightly. I was reluctant at first, but finally I began kissing him back, hard. I couldn’t control myself, our hands were all over each other. He reached for the hem of my vest and pulled it over my head as I began unbuttoning his shirt. We could hardly pull ourselves away from each other as we climbed the stairs and stumbled to my bedroom.

He threw me on my bed, our bodies nude, and came over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his mouth invaded my neck. Throwing my head back and arching my spine, I pressed my body into his, anticipating whatever came next. I wanted him, even after all he did, I still wanted him!
Wait! Am I dreaming? What is happening here?
I found myself thinking as he placed his splayed fingers into mine, locking them together. His mouth traveling further. I winced at the feel of his unforgettable touch, the yearning so strong.

My mind was trying to stop what was happening, but my body and my heart relented. I was once again under the hold of Mr. Cavanaugh, the handsome, immaculately dressed and well composed man that I once befriended. The one that shattered my heart to millions of little pieces, that Heath, thankfully, tried helplessly to mend. But here I am again, vulnerable to his touch.
Oh my god! Heath! I’m cheating on Heath!
How wrong I knew this was, but I couldn’t dare myself to stop.
Stop! Reese! Stop!
My new mantra just falling on deaf ears and a throbbing clitoris. I couldn’t tear myself away from how good this or he felt.

Jake continued devouring me, my body bare and forsaken. I grinded myself against his erection, relishing in the stimulating feeling.
Oh my gosh!
His hand travelled down my stomach and toward my sweet spot.
Yes!
I rejoiced in my mind as he began rubbing his hand on me. The feeling increased, the faster his hand went, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding even harder against him. I was losing my mind. He then slipped his finger inside and it made my head spin. “Yes, you’re so wet.” He groaned and kissed me hard as he fingered me.

I was so awash with sensation. Then without any warning, he rammed his dick hard into me, the pain so sweet. I yelped and dug my nails into his back but he didn’t let that deter him, he proceeded to thrust himself in and out of me, deepening himself even further with each stroke.

Pounding and grinding, our sweaty bodies rubbing against one another. My hands travelling up and down his sleek back as he moved and sucked at my neck. I felt like I wanted more even though he wasn’t even done as yet. I grinded myself on him as he moved. Hissing and moaning at the feel of him inside me, slamming and thrusting
. I want you, I want more!
I couldn’t control myself, I began shouting and hollering for him to go harder and faster.
Don’t stop!
I commanded and he conceded, his breathing and subtle groans heavy.

And after a few short moments, I felt him spilling inside me. Wow, I was dazed and breathing heavily. “It’s been so long.” He panted. I wondered if he meant with me, or sex in general.

He then flipped me over, my ass up in the air.
Yes, this is exactly what I want. Fuck me! Now!
He rubbed his hand gently on my rear, so calm and then
Smack!
  He slapped hard against my ass, the sting vibrating. But strangely enough, I wanted more. “More!” I shouted and with that, he smacked me again.

I then felt his tongue pressed at the base of my spine, travelling further up my back to the nape of my neck. It made me shudder, my skin prickling.
Wow!
He then grabbed hold of my hair and yanked my head back, sucking violently at my neck. His other hand travelled down my spine, over one of my ass cheeks, down my thigh and then slowly back up. Growing closer and closer to my sweet spot. “I want you.” He whispered sternly in my ear. The feel of his breath tickled. “I want you, too.” I whispered and bit on my lip in anticipation.

I then felt him put something over my eyes – it was his tie. “What are you doing?” I bit on my lip, suddenly very amused and intrigued. “Shhh!” He hushed me. He then grabbed on to both my wrists, and pulled me forward, tying them to the head of the bed with ribbons that were in the top drawer of my bedside table, leaving me helpless in a
Child’s Pose
; my knees tucked under my chest and my buttocks resting on top of my heels. I was now blindfolded and tied up, nervous as hell, unsure of what to expect. My senses were at an all-time high.

There it was, the anticipated touch, his fingertips brushing lightly down my back and over my rear. “Ugh! What are you doing?”

“Shhh!” He commanded and spanked me.

“Ugh!” I groaned. Suddenly, I felt his mouth on me. Whoa!
He’s eating me from behind?
I thought to myself. This was even more intense. He then stuck his finger in me as long, wet strokes of his tongue stimulated my throbbing core. “Oh my goodness.” I couldn’t help but mutter. He then disappeared. I couldn’t feel him. “Where are you?” I whispered.

“Hush!” He admonished and I pursed my lips. He then rammed himself into me and I arched my back upon impact. “Agh!” I yelped. He gripped my hair, pinning my head to the bed and began pounding me, his body slapping hard against my clitoris as he pushed himself harder and harder, wet and sticky from all our juices.
Ow! This hurts, but yet it feels so good. I could feel him in my stomach. No! I can’t take this! This is too much. Stop! No, don’t stop!
I was awash with emotions and pleasurable pain. He then wrapped his hand around my neck, choking me as he continued to fuck me. 

This was no love making, this was fucking and suddenly I became a bit insecure.
What is this? First, he breaks up with me to go back with his ex and now he just shows up at my house drunk, and now we’re just fucking! No intimacy – nothing! I can’t even escape it now because I’m tied up
.
Do I even want to escape it? Fuck it!

“Fuck me harder!” I screamed. And who told me to say those words… he tightened his grip around my neck while he pushed himself deeper, hitting my walls, I could feel myself getting wetter. “Oh yes, just like that, baby.” I screamed and I began to lose all sense of reality. Euphoria beginning to come over me. Nothing mattered in this moment anymore, I felt like I was beginning to climax.

He continued his thrusting and that was it – I was about to cum. Pressure building, spreading from my core throughout my body, that feeling, my toes clenching. “Yessss, don’t stop, fuck me harder!” I began moving with him, feeling myself climaxing and then I was gone! The pressure that built up radiated throughout me, from my fingertips back to my pulsating core. My walls gripping hard on him as he moved. He then slammed hard into me and finally collapsed onto my back, his breathing heavy, I could feel his heart beating against my back. “Oh, yes.” He groaned.

He pulled out and untied me. I could hardly catch my breath. “That was so intense.” I panted as I rolled over to my back, my eyes adjusting to the light. He then plopped down beside me, just peering at the ceiling. I stared at him for a while as he did.
Reese? What did you do? What about Heath? Oh my goodness! I am going straight to hell! How could I do this to Heath
? My chest began to hurt, I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a moment and tears pooled in my eyes. I tried to hide my evidently flustered appearance, and walked briskly to my bathroom. I locked the door and looked at my mirror.
What is wrong with you
? I sobbed a little and then washed my face. I began to wonder what I should do now. Do I leave Heath and return to Jake, or do I tell Jake to kick rocks or as we say in Trini,
‘suck salt’
?

He looked at me when I walked back into the bedroom. “Jake?”

He smiled at me. Just as he was about to talk, his phone rang. He looked at it and his face changed from the Jake that I knew, to the one that recently broke my heart. Without uttering a word, he began to get dressed. “Jake?” I kept calling out to him but he was basically ignoring me. “Jake?” I grabbed hold of his arm and made him face me. “What the fuck was this?”

“Nothing.” He answered solemnly and bent his head. That word hit like an oncoming train. Heath was right, he just wanted to prove to himself that he still had me under his hold.

“Wow!” My lips quivering and throat burning. I wanted to let the tears go and just cry but I refused to give him that power. “You’re right, this is nothing.” I answered coolly. “Thanks for the fuck!” I smiled and began putting on my underwear and bra. I kissed him and closed my bedroom door behind him. His face was flabbergasted. And that’s how you deal with an asshole.

I turned around and leaned my back against the door, sighed and then slid down to the floor into a seated position. I held onto my head as I cried my eyes out.
What did I do? To Heath? Why?
I hated myself so much in that moment. I loved Jake so much and because of that love, I hurt Heath. I began wondering if to tell him or not. This would just destroy us. Our friendship – everything. I felt so damn distraught and as if I was in a tug-of-war battle, except my heart was the rope, and Heath and Jake were the opponents.

I wanted to be happy, I really did, but I didn’t realise how much I had fallen for Jake. Spending so much time pining over Heath, then having someone as amazing as Jake was, and now finally being with Heath, I don’t know how to explain it, but it just – something was missing. Heath and I had such an amazing bond, but I couldn’t thoroughly enjoy it due to these stupid circumstances. I knew I loved him for over a year; I met him in the fall of 2013 and we were now nearing Spring Break in 2015. Why couldn’t we have gotten together before Jake? But he wasn’t even sure about his feelings for me until Jake came into the picture. Heath was so busy with Caroline he never saw me in another light, and even if he did, he ignored it. I truly was more in love with Jake, the thought of him alone had the most insane effect on me, but then Heath is Heath! I can’t not love him!
Ugh! I hate this!

I fell in love with Jake’s personality; he was so calm, sweet, generous and thoughtful yet a little sarcastic and funny at times, and he treated me with so much respect and love.  What was happening between us felt so unreal, I couldn’t believe he was the same man I fell for, the same one that I confided in with almost everything.

I fell in love with Heath because he was bloody Heath; his style, those green eyes, that Australian swoon worthy accent, that angelic smile, his wittiness, he was very supportive and he believed in me, he helped me out no matter the cost, and he was someone I could kick back with.

The two of them had their unique personalities that made them so attractive to me, and Heath had always been in my heart, but Jake, our bond, our love that grew, and his allure, I don’t know. I didn’t know how to feel, who to love, even if I could control my heart, despite Jake being a huge douche at the moment, I was so enchanted by him.
Fuck it!