The Desire to Touch (36 page)

“No way!” Meagan and Lacey gasp in unison, I nod my head and look surprised.

“What are you going to wear?” Meagan asks.

“I have no idea.”

Meagan looks at Lacey and they exchange worried looks,

“What?”

“Well you need to dress to impress at these things Ellie,” Lacey says, breaking the stare between her and Meagan first, I look at her and cringe.

“We need to sort you out, ok what time is the event?”

I shrug my shoulders and look around the room, “Where’s Trey?”

“He was in the gym when we first got up, Michael said something about being Trey’s sparring partner last night.” Meagan says getting off the bed and starts looking around his room.

“That’s what we came to show you!” Lacey squeals jumping up and down on the bed.

“Oh yeah, come with us,” Meagan says grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the room.

I’m dragged down the stairs and slide around the corner past the kitchen.

I look around as I’ve not been down this side of the house, the corridor looks exactly the same as the other side and the doors are too, but it’s longer down here.

“In here, look.”

Meagan throws open the door and stands back for me to walk in, with a strong pang of apprehension shrouded with confusion, I take a step into the room. Surrounded by weights, Treadmills and hoards of other gym equipment, I walk in to look around.

“I know I’m unfit but dragging me here is kind of cruel, is this an intervention? Ellie, you are so unfit we are worried about you!” I mutter sarcastically as I walk past the sweaty, well-used gym gear.

“No,” Meagan laughs, “Look at these.”

I follow Meagan as she leads me to look around the walls of the room. There are shelves high up around the walls and trophies sit upon them shining brightly as if to make you realise they are here. I walk up closer and tiptoe to see what they are all for, I squint my eyes and look at the big cups.

“Boxing?” I ask aloud

“Yeah all of them, look over here at the pictures.” Lacey calls out.

I turn around and see the girls huddled in a corner near a door, I briskly walk over to join them. In a montage of pictures stands Trey holding trophies, shaking hands with people, even holding up a belt in a boxing ring.

I stand back, shocked. “But his face is so untouched, there’s no sign of a broken nose or scars.” As I say the last part I realise I’ve never studied his face long enough to see. I’m always usually looking away first or looking down trying to avoid him trying to work me out. I take a deep breath and try to gather my thoughts, a little smile spreads across my face and I hug myself remembering all the things he’s said to me. I come to the conclusion that maybe what he says is true, he will protect me.

As I smile to myself inwardly I suddenly hear noises coming from behind the door that stands next to the photographs. The noises are sporadic grunt like sounds followed by the occasional laugh.

“What’s that noise?” Meagan asks looking around the room.

“Over there,” Lacey points to the door I’m stuck staring at, “Don’t just stand there Jones, go and check it out.”

“Why me?”

“Your boyfriend’s house,” she jokes.

“I’m scared to look,” I say shaking my head. Next thing I know a helpful hand slaps me on the back, shoving me towards the door. I turn and give the evil eyes to Lacey as she takes a step backwards to hide behind Meagan.

I hear the noises get louder then fade away into the distance; I crouch under the window of the door and slowly raise myself up to peer just into the room.

Confronted with a black screen, I turn back to the girls and mouth that I can’t see anything.

“The doors open, just sneak in.”

I shake my head, “I don’t want to.”

“For god’s sake Ellie!” Meagan exclaims pushing me out of the way.

She bends down and opens the door a tad more, then kneeling on the ground she parts the door a little bit more.

“I can see a ring, punch bags and gloves.” She readjusts herself, slipping through the gap a bit more, “There’s a really strong smell of sweat and the gym at school, it’s really dingy in there.” Meagan turns back to look at us, “I don’t think it’s anything exciting.” She turns back around and pushes the door a couple of millimetres, “Oh wait there’s something really weird.”

“Erm Meagan,” I whisper.

“No I can see…” Meagan’s words fall into a cry as the door flies open and she is left in a mound on the floor. She looks up slowly until she has to tilt her head back to see that the tower that stands over her is Michael. He looks down at Meagan with a look of laughter and care, she looks up at him mortified. Michael bends down and helps Meagan to her feet.

“See anything interesting?” Trey asks wiping his head with a towel as he appears behind Michael. He removes the towel from his hair and it leaves it all mussed up and sexy. His gaze is fixated on me and I am once more fused to the floor. I smile at him just waiting for him to run over and take me in to his arms and kiss me, but I know that’s not going to happen with everyone in the room.

“We were admiring all the trophies and pictures,” Lacey states.

Trey rolls his eyes at me, “My mom again, she had them all put up. I had them in the back of a cupboard.” Trey walks past Michael, who is finding it hard to let go of Meagan and she is relishing in his touch, Trey approaches me. He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips, taking me by complete surprise. “Sorry, all sweaty,” he winks at me.

I just smile at him and bite my lip knowing how he was last night and how I would love to run my hands all over his sweat embellished, muscular body right now. The heat starts to rise through my body and I forget that everyone else is still in the room with us, I hear the blood pumping past my ears as the desire within starts to take over. I just stare deep into his burning blue eyes biting my lip.

“Let me shower…first.” He whispers kissing me again.

I come back to reality knowing that this is neither the time nor the place, but every nerve ending in my body is now hanging on tenterhooks with anticipation.

“Michael?”

Michael turns to look at Trey quickly.

“Still on for the shops?” Trey asks him.

“Sure, let me shower and change I’ll wait out at the car. Am I ok to take the Audi?”

Trey nods and turns back to me, “I was thinking that Meagan and Lacey might like to go shopping to pick you out some things to wear for the gala, and they know your sizes and stuff.”

I look blankly at him then to Meagan who is gooey eyed at Michael as he leaves the room and then I look at Lacey who is nodding.

“On your account?” Lacey enquires leaning towards Trey.

Trey’s eyes are still solely on mine, “Of course.”

Lacey claps her hands together and runs to Meagan, “Hang on, what time is this event and what sort of gala is it?”

“We leave here at 2pm, Michael knows the details, he can fill you in.” Trey rolls his eyes and smiles, “Right you go and eat please, I will shower then come and find you. Joanne has put breakfast on so help yourself.”

I watch Trey’s naked back as he leaves the room, I don’t think I will ever get over watching his muscles tense, creating contours in places I didn’t know muscles existed.

Lacey pulls both Meagan and myself into a group hug, “You do realise its 11:30, we have just over an hour to get everything sorted.”

“I’m going to wait by the car now!” Meagan laughs trying to break free of Lacey’s hold.

“Yeah, we’d better get going now, Michael won’t be long.” Lacey turns to me and hugs me before leaving the room.

“Shouldn’t you ask me what colour I want?” I call after her.

“Don’t panic, you know we’ll dress you up, plus I get to spend more time with Michael.” Meagan’s voice starts to raise in pitch again.

“Please don’t dress me like a freak and remember the places to hide,” I raise my eyebrows at her.

Meagan places her hand on my shoulder, “It’s in hand, just go enjoy some time with lover boy.”

I haven’t brushed my teeth! Shit! He kissed me and I was drinking last night, oh no.

I walk with Meagan out of the room and close the door behind us, Meagan leaves me outside the kitchen and heads for the front door where Lacey is impatiently tapping her foot.

My stomach starts rumbling loudly, telling me that it requires food and it needs it now. I turn on my heel into the kitchen to see a plethora of food has been laid on the island for us to eat. Just remember you’re going out later and you cannot over eat – I say to myself. I mosey over what has been cooked up, all fried foods, fruit, cereal and toast, pastries, juices and a fresh pot of tea – all of which get my mouth watering. If it was a normal day I would eat as much as I could fit in my stomach and possibly break for seconds but I decide to stick with the fruit and some toast in the hopes it fills me up, without the added bloating effect.

Coffee, I need coffee - I can’t stand the taste of tea. I hunt around the island for the coffee but it’s nowhere to be seen, I start opening cupboards rooting through hoping to find a jar of instant, but I come up empty. Hang on Trey went into the door over there, I turn to look at it in the hopes it’s the pantry? I walk over and open the door, the room is bigger than my bathroom and it’s fully stocked with food and drink of all kinds. Well let’s see if it has everything, where’s the coffee. As I walk into the room I scan every shelf trying to spot the jar of wake me up beans, but I reach the end and I still can’t find it. The door to the pantry closes and I jump around in shock to see what happened?

Trey is stood right in front of me wearing nothing but a towel, his hair is still dripping, his eyes blazing with passion.

“I’m sorry I was looking for…”

His lips meet mine in a violent clash as if he’s been waiting to kiss me for years, his tongue moves around mine teasing and playing, making every muscle deep down quiver with excitement. My body is pinned, held in place firmly against the shelves by his hips, Treys hands grab mine and he lifts them up above my head.

“Keep your hands there,” Trey says biting my lip.

I do as I’m told as his hands travel down across my chest, his hands brush across my breasts causing my arousal to stand out, much to Treys delight. He looks at me with his eyes grinning wickedly and a devious smile spreads across his magnificent face.

“Keep those hands up high,” he warns.

I bite my lip with anticipation and close my eyes as he kneels down before me, I haven’t showered!!! ‘No no no no’ – I scream inwardly.

I start to shuffle my body around accidentally dropping my arms to guard myself, in my defense I’m doing it for his own benefit.

Trey looks up at me his eyes burning cobalt blue, I take the hint and put my arms in the air with my hands resting on the shelf just above my head.

“Trey I…”

“Shh,” Trey interrupts me.

Treys hands grasps at the banding that holds his sweat pants loosely, yet firmly enough around my waist. His fingers move inside the banding and expertly wiggle the stand-in trousers down my legs to the floor, I start to squirm as he runs his tongue masterfully up from the inside of my ankle, up to the edge of the boxer shorts leg. His face nuzzles into my sex, making my knees go weak and my body droops slightly. I readjust and attempt to straighten myself, Trey’s hands slips up into the boxer leg and imperiously he pulls aside the leg ripping it wide open and baring everything to him. I close my eyes and shudder at the thought of how well I’ve tended my lady garden yet his hot wet mouth is on me in a flash using his tongue to feel its way around. I drop my hands again and instinctively clutch his head close to me but Trey stops and looks up at me with a commanding expression. I raise my hands and apologise as best I can with only my facial expressions to cover my loss of speech. As soon as my hands are back above my head, his glorious tongue is searching, teasing my sex. I groan and the muscles in my body stiffen and relax with every breath I take. I grab at the shelf behind me knocking many of the items on the floor, Trey ignores the falling debris and I look down at him to see him staring back up at me – watching my every movement. The desire to grab his head and hold it is immense and I struggle to hold myself in place. His tongue moves over my swelling nub and he hits the spot perfectly, making my knees buckle, my breathing has turned to a pant and I find I am barely hanging onto the shelf as my legs are of no use. I look down and find Trey’s hands on my hips helping to support my weight as I straddle his face. I can feel the tingling in my toes as the sensation of climax is building up. I start to gyrate and his fingers dig into my hips making me groan loud in pleasure, his face buries further into my cleft, my groans become more screams through the building climax. The sensation hits me and my body starts to climb, I start to thrash my head back and forth screaming, “Yes!”

As the warmth flushes over my body Trey pulls away, I yelp in disappointment and look down at him wondering what I have done wrong to make him stop.

Trey stands and lifts his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine in a romantic encounter though my eyes are desperately asking, “Why did you stop?”

“I want you to come while I’m inside you.” Trey whispers kissing me again. His hands travel down my body whilst he kisses me, he reaches the remains of the boxers and with a scary amount of ease he rips them off and drops them to the floor beside me. His hands travel round and grip my behind, one hand on each cheek and they grope me. His hand travels down my right leg to the underside of my knee where he then lifts my leg so it’s against his hip. I hold my leg in place as his hand travels back to my buttock and then he masterfully lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues to kiss me and walk with me. Trey places me down onto a cold hard surface, we continue to kiss and I keep my eyes shut tight as I don’t care what’s happening around, I just want to stay in this moment.