The Desire to Touch (37 page)

Treys starts moving around and I still keep my eyes shut, one hand comes up and clutches my hair, holding me in his kiss. Suddenly there’s smashing noises and things falling everywhere, I break the kiss and open my eyes to see that all the lovely breakfast food I haven’t yet had a chance to eat, is being pushed all over the floor in the throes of passion. I look back at Trey in shock and he chuckles with that wicked twinkle back in his eyes. His tongue enters my mouth as we kiss violently both his hands are fisting my hair.

“Oh Ellie, you are amazing.”

Trey runs his hands along my bare legs and clasps my knees, sliding me across the marble worktop so that I am at the edge. I hear a faint rustle then I hear the foil being opened.

“Ellie, you are so good for me, I want to be good for you!”

“You are,” I groan as he parts my legs further, he enters me and I moan out loud. I realise I still have the jumper on and he hasn’t asked me to remove it, this fills me with a strange feeling and it heightens the sensation of him filling me deep inside.

Trey thrusts and our bodies move in unison, he adjusts slightly and he finds my magical spot making me scream with pleasure. The sensation as he hits my spot filling me deeper and deeper is so much greater than the time before, my breathing is getting faster and I feel like my chest is about to explode. Every time I groan Trey matches me with a growl or moan and I feel his sex growing and clenching deep within me.

“Babe, you are so…” he doesn’t finish his sentence he just buries his face into my chest and tries to calm is rapid breathing. I throw my head back and run my fingers down his back, digging my nails in, Trey groans aloud and looks at me shaking his head.

“Babe, don’t do this to me I can’t…” He buries his face once more.

I feel the heat of climax rushing through my body like a steam train, with every thrust he hits the spot and it drives me crazy, I start screaming, “Yes!”

Trey looks at me then kisses me with a hard kiss, breaks away and looks me in the eyes. I throw my head back and dig my nails in deeper as I climax and feel the vibrations steam through my body. My back arches as I unfold loudly in front of him.

“Thank fuck!” Trey grunts as he thrusts a few more times and he too reaches peak and explodes inside me.

We fall back onto the worktop and Trey lays on top of me, I throw my arms around him and hold him tightly to me as we pant for air in harmony, completely sated I cling on to him and relish in the moment.

“Wow, just wow,” Trey looks up under his eyelashes as his chin rests on my stomach. I move slightly to shift him off of the scar and he lays his head back down and listens to my heart pounding. I think the whole of America can hear my heart pounding, trying to escape my chest.

My stomach rears its ugly head with a vengeance, growling like a dog on the attack. I giggle and remember I am starving hungry, “Sorry.”

“Had you eaten?”

“No, I was looking for coffee.” I laugh.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry, I was lost in the…”

“Don’t apologise,” I place my finger on his lips to stop him, “That was way better than Eggs Benedict or fruit.” I smile at him sweetly.

The front door bangs and we hear Meagan and Lacey laughing as they enter the house, I look at Trey and he is frozen on the spot listening for their footsteps.

“My clothes?” I whisper to him.

Trey collects his towel off the floor and covers himself up, he pulls the condom off and helps me off the counter, Trey stands looking for where to put the used item as their voices grow nearer. I dart into the utility and put on the trousers, stuffing the boxers into a pocket. I go to walk out and the condom is flung straight past my face missing me by inches, I go to scream and slap my hands over my mouth to stop from drawing attention to us.

“What the hell happened here?” Lacey shouts in shock.

“What the… Michael get in here” Meagan yells.

I hear running footsteps and Michael enters the room. I hide just behind the doorway waiting to hear his excuse.

“Ellie was in the larder and she started to scream, I heard her from upstairs and I came running.” Trey says pitifully. I glare at him as he looks to me to continue the lie, all eyes are on me and I start to try and think of the best excuse I can. A wild elephant let himself in and ate everything, closing the door on his way out? I tripped and fell knocking everything off? A rat?

“Erm…funny story,” I throw evils at Trey quickly, “I was coming out of the pantry and I slipped on something wet on the floor, grabbed the cloth on my way down pulling everything over.” I cringe and pray for them to believe me.

Michael shrugs his shoulders and leaves the room, Meagan looks at me confused and a dirty grin spreads across Lacey’s face, she winks at me.

Trey is looking at me with a ‘that’s-the-best-you-could-do’ expression and I walk past him bumping him as I head to get a glass of water.

“You’re ok now then?” Trey asks sarcastically.

“Well I could go for a coffee,” I reply sipping my water and raising an eyebrow at him.

Trey opens a narrow cupboard and pulls out a jar of instant, handing it to me he says,

“We have to leave in an hour.”

I boil the kettle and start to pick up the mess Trey made, he kneels down to help and the whole time he has a ridiculous grin on his face.

Meagan runs over to me and grabs my arms, “Come and see what we got for you” she leans in, “
we got a little something for our efforts.” She winks. Meagan drags me, coffee in hand, to the guest room to get me dressed.

I stand in front of the full length mirror inspecting what little I am wearing. The girls got me an apricot one piece that is shaped around the front but cut out at the sides, the back is open as well with the material crossing over where the bra line would be. There is a thick halter neck strap that holds it up with fringing hanging from the sweetheart cut neckline, to accentuate my breasts and detract from my stomach.

I have shaved, showered and pampered.

“Will you come and show us already!” Meagan calls impatiently from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Ok, hang on.” I call back.

Stepping into the room the girls fall silent, “Any good?” I look at them pleading for a response.

“Wow.” Lacey says.

“Yeah, we’re good!” Meagan laughs.

“Is it ok?” I whine getting impatient.

“You look amazing!” Meagan smiles walking towards me, “We got a few more bits for you,” She dips into another bag and pulls out a sarong, sunglasses, a kaftan, three pairs of footwear, a bag, a towel and numerous other items.

“We weren’t too sure what to get, so we got it all.” Lacey laughs jumping up.

With ten minutes to go before we leave, I am fully kitted out for the event, I am wearing a thigh length kaftan, peach pumps to match my swimsuit, my hair is curled and pinned in a loose messy bun with a flower in the side. I have sunglasses that have diamantes around the edge, a beach type bag to carry everything in and my face has been ‘sun-kissed’ within an inch of its life.

“Isn’t this too much?” I ask worried.

“No,” Meagan snaps, admiring her and Lacey’s work.

“But its September, isn’t it a tad too cold to be wearing this?”

“Ellie the event is inside, just because it’s a gala doesn’t mean its outside.” Lacey laughs, adjusting the flower in my hair.

“Well I wasn’t told anything just that it was a gala, not a swimming gala or a bikini contest! Plus I look like a fool!” I grumble turning away from them to sit on the bed.

“If you don’t feel comfortable then change, but I think you look great and you’ll fit in like this.” Meagan turns to me.

“Can’t you guys come?”

“We kind of hinted at it but it’s a ‘by invitation only event’” Lacey frowns.

I hang my head down, “I’m going to freeze like this.”

“Ahh,” Meagan dips into the bag of tricks once more and pulls out a pair of black leggings, “These will go with the one piece and the kaftan, effectively making three outfits.” She grins.

I put the leggings on and instantly feel better and less bare, I smile at them satisfied with their work, there’s a knock at the door.

Lacey runs to open the door and she turns to me, “It’s time.”

I take a deep breath and head for the door where Trey is waiting for me, I smile at him worried and he beams back eyeing me from head to toe. Trey is wearing a Hawaiian shirt open with a white vest underneath accentuating every muscle on his chest and abdomen, he has white board shorts and canvas deck shoes.

“Wow, you look amazing.” He grins.

“Thanks, you look pretty good too.” I chuckle.

Oh wow, I do in no way suit being on the end of his arm!

Trey leads me down the stairs and I wave at the girls who are left stood on the steps waving with thumbs up signs. I stop at the door and realise I haven’t got a bangle on, I look to Trey panicking.

“I haven’t got…”

From his pocket he pulls the silver engraved bangle he bought me, he slips it on my wrist making me feel like Cinderella trying on the glass slipper. I smile and clutch it for good luck.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod and he leads me to the BMW waiting out front, I notice Michael is in the hallway talking to two other men. Michael isn’t in his usual attire and the men seem to be wearing brightly coloured t-shirts and cargo pants. I look at Trey confused.

“Michael’s day off, we have two of my other bodyguards attending with us today.”

“Oh,” I look them over, “Best keep one in mind for Lacey,” I laugh.

“Don’t even joke.” He shakes his head watching the two men, waiting for them to come to the car, “The one in the blue shirt is Carl and the one in the yellow is Travis, he’s new, this is his first time out. I’m not too keen on him but Michael thinks he’s great, so who am I to argue.”

“Surely if you don’t trust him you shouldn’t have him?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him, he’s been checked and cleared by some of the best in the industry. I don’t like change when it comes to my safety and that’s why we’re travelling with two. I normally just have Michael, he hasn’t had a day off in ages and he said something about doing something with your cousin.” Trey rolls his eyes and shakes his head again.

“You want to get that checked.” I act concerned.

“What?”

“That head shake you got going on, you don’t want to get whip lash or anything.”

Trey laughs a full on belly laugh making everyone turn and look at him in shock, Trey catches them looking and taps the watch on his arm. Michael finishes talking to them and sends them out. Trey opens the door for me to get in and then closes it behind me, he opens the other door and slides in the back next to me. He places his hand out for me to hold and I place my right hand in his, then Carl and Travis get in the front without saying a word.

I spend the majority of the journey trying to calm myself down, my stomach is in knots, so much so the butterflies have been crushed. Treys hand still holds mine as he sits talking on the phone, occasionally he looks at me and smiles then returns to talking quietly to someone. I grab my headphones and pop them in to my iPhone trying to quash my growing jitters, pressing play I randomly select one of the recently played tunes. I sit back and listen to Bruno Mars trying to persuade me to run away. As I relax I glance forward to see that the younger of the two bodyguards, Travis, is looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he looks at Carl. I smile at him but he just looks away, I think nothing of it as I’m not sure what bodyguard etiquette should be anyway, I only know that Michael tends to rarely make eye contact with me.

After my whole recently played playlist being played out, we pull up to a set of iron gates that open as we approach, I pull my earphones out and sit forward trying to see where we are going. The car drives along a perfectly tarmacked driveway up to a white stone mansion with a grey slate roof, it’s the sort of thing you would expect to see in the movies. Wait, I’m living in the movies.

The car stops outside the door, Carl gets out and opens my door and Travis opens Trey’s. I climb out and stand extremely self-conscious, trying to see possible escape routes if needed, Trey walks around and meets me, taking me by the hand we walk up the stairs with the two goons in toe. A valet drives the car away to be parked as another man opens the door for us to enter.  As soon as we step over the threshold, there are hoards of people wandering around wearing swimsuits and beachwear. I am so dumbstruck by how little some of these amazing looking people are wearing that I haven’t noticed that Trey has released my hand and walked off to meet some people.

I’m stood on my own in the reception room of this magnificent house, looking and feeling like the child that’s been lost in the supermarket. I start giving myself a little pep talk – ‘Come on woman, pull yourself together!’ Taking a deep breath and over-filling my lungs, I walk towards the line of people Trey is talking to. I stand just behind him and smile at people as they pass me.

“And who is this young lady?” A very mousey voice squeaks from behind Trey, he side steps and turns to look at me, he smiles quickly at me before turning back to the people.