“Yes, sir.”
“Say that again in Spanish.”
“Sir?”
“Yes,” his voice is strained.
“Sí, señor,” I whisper. “No me jodas, por favor.”
“I f**king love you, Tru, so damned much.”
I’m struck by the depth of his need for me, what I can do to him with my words alone, and the total control he takes over my body. And my heart. He owns me. It leaves me breathless.
“Te quiero,” I whisper.
He shudders, a deep sound escaping his throat. “Keep talking Spanish to me, sweetheart,” he groans, thrusting harder, in and out of me, chasing his need for orgasm, never forgetting mine as he presses his fingers against my bud and licks his c**k against that sweet spot deep inside me.
Lost in him, wanting to please him, I whisper words of Spanish, heated praise I would never dare say in English, until my orgasm tears through me, pushing Jake over the edge.
I watch in awe as he throws his head back, the muscles in his neck tightening, straining, as he growls out his orgasm, pumping his hips hard into mine.
When he’s done, he falls onto me. Brushing my hair from my face, he tenderly kisses my lips, then rests his head beside mine.
I turn my face to his. “So that’s the living room christened. Only sixteen more rooms to go, excluding bathrooms, of course.”
“Well, I’m good for a few more rounds,” he says, grinning. “Where next?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Today is moving day.
We’re leaving Jake’s old house behind; it’s on the market now.
We’ve been back in LA two weeks now, and I’m really starting to like it here.
I still miss Simone and London like crazy, though. The one thing I miss most is our girls’ night out on Friday nights.
I’m constantly surrounded by men here, so any girlie nights are pretty much out of the question.
I really do need to try and make some new girlfriends here. It’s just not so easy to make new female friends when you’re Jake Wethers’s girlfriend.
Half the women here hate me because they want to sleep with Jake. The other half hate me because they have slept with him and they want round two.
I’m currently not liked amongst my gender in LA. Well, worldwide, I’d imagine, because I’m the one who took Jake off the market.
So you see my problem.
Even though I miss London with all my heart, LA has one great perk: the clothes shops.
Stuart’s been giving me the guided tour of the best shops here. The man is a maniac when let loose around fabric, credit card in hand. Therefore, he encourages me to buy way too much. Stuart’s a hard guy to say no to. Pretty much like Jake in that respect.
I’m near to maxing out all my credit cards with my purchases. But they are all so completely worth it. Especially the new underwear I bought from Agent Provocateur, if only for the look on Jake’s face when I modeled them last night.
My modeling debut ended up turning into a marathon lovemaking session. I cast aside my self-imposed sex ban at his house, knowing we were leaving.
I also put a no-ripping ban on the new underwear. After his initial disappointment, Jake removed them the old-fashioned way, quite slowly in fact. And there were certainly no complaints coming once he got in the rhythm.
Jake and I also spent time this past week furniture shopping. I’ve loved every minute of it.
First item on the list: a new bed.
We bought a custom-made Parnian bed at Jake’s insistence, which is being delivered today.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful and supercomfy, but I did initially suggest that we could get one equally as good from IKEA. I thought it was such a large amount of money to spend on a bed. I know money is no issue to Jake, but it’s still taking a little time for me to get used to that fact. Jake’s argument was that if he’s going to spend most of his time in it, on his knees making me come, then he wanted the best bed money can buy. Got to love his crass. And really, what could I say to that?
Between bouts of fun and crazy spending, and keeping on top of work, I’ve started planning our wedding. Well, kind of. I bought some bridal magazines and looked at wedding dresses.
It’s the best kind of start, if you ask me.
I still haven’t yet decided whether we will get married here or back home in the UK. Mama is naturally pushing for the UK, but I’m just not sure.
One thing Jake and I did do was decide on a date for the wedding.
I will become Mrs. Jake Wethers on 21 July 2013.
Trudy Wethers.
It’s so weird. And I so can’t bloody wait!
The reason we picked 21 July is because it’s the date I went to interview Jake. We’ll be married a year to the day we fell back into each other’s lives. I still can’t believe how much has happened in such a short time.
So I’ve got a little over nine months to plan our wedding.
Plenty of time. I think. I don’t know. I’ve never planned a wedding before. To be honest, it kind of hurts my head when I think of the enormity of what I have to do.
Jake suggested I hire a wedding planner, but I don’t know if I want a complete stranger organising my wedding. It feels like it’s something I should do with the help of my mum and girlfriends.
Honestly, though, I have been secretly considering taking Jake up on his offer of Vegas.
The only thing stopping me is the fact that my mother would quite likely never speak to me again if I got married standing before a guy dressed as Elvis.