Bring me to life (The golden collection) (36 page)

             
Amy sat down next to me and whispered in my ear. "Stop thinking about him!" I looked at her with my eyes wide open. All along she had known what was wrong with me? "You're getting married tomorrow!"

             
GOD!!!

             
It wasn't like I didn't know... I managed to gain balance and stand up. "Can I have a cigarette please?" I held out my hand, no wasn't an answer and I wouldn't accept it. Amy pulled her cigarette pack out her pocket and handed it to me. "Thank you!"

             
"I'll come to" Amy insisted, she linked her arm with mine and we walked off to the exit leaving Mum sat with Caitlyn.

             
Once outside I wanted to clasp onto the floor. I wanted this nightmare to end or my feelings for Maxwell to dissolve.

             
Why couldn't I be the person I was before I went to work for Maxwell??

             
Amy handed me a lighten cigarette and I began to puff away. I rested my head against a wall and groaned.

             
"I miss him" I cried letting out the smoke. "I need to see HIM!!"

             
“What about Blake? Your marrying him tomorrow!"

             
I threw my arms in the air in a rage. "I KNOW!!!" I yelled. "Why is everyone reminding me? It's not like I said I'm not going through with it... Like I even have a choice." I threw the cigarette on the floor it was making me feel sick. I guess I was now truly a non-smoker.

             
I ran my hand through my hair and stamped my foot like a little child. Then something clicked in my head... I had to... I looked at Amy and she was studying me. She shook her head knowing full well what words were about to leave my mouth.

             
"I have to... Please Amy?? Can you cover for me?" The desperation filled my voice. "You're my best friend ..." I put my hands in a prayer position and smiled sweetly. "Pleeeaasssseee" I begged.

             
I could tell by her expression she wasn't happy about this after all it was my hen do. I wanted to run off to be with another man that wasn't Blake. I know it was bad.. Really bad!! I needed to be near him just one last time.

             
The voice in my head laughed.
How many times was it going to be the last time?

             
Frankly... Maybe I didn't want a last time!!

             
After tomorrow it would have to be.

             
"Okay!" She snapped  taking a another drag of her cigarette. Her perfect manicured nail pointed in my direction. "If you get caught you're on your own... Go and get a taxi."

             
I jumped up and down on the spot. I knew I could rely on her. I ran over and gave my best best friend a big hug.

             
Shit! My bag...

             
"I have to go back in.... I need my bag."

             
Amy tutted and her hand dug into her pocket. "You owe me big time" she scrawled as she pulled out a wad of twenties. "Take it" she stuffed the money into my hand. "I'll tell them you're sick... We are in room 201... And if you don't return I will track you down and beat 50 shades of shit out of you!"

             
I knew she meant every single word....

             
*    *    *

             
I threw the remote... I was bored shitless and my mind was racing with thoughts of Georgina Dawson. I now only had one day to full fill that old woman's demands and I didn't have a clue how I was going to do it.

             
The idea of Georgina finding out  about the whole sordid affair scared the shit out of me.

             
Could I really destroy her happiness?

             
Could I really destroy her perception of me??

             
Either way.. The outcome was going to lead in the same result; She would loathe me no matter what.

             
I needed a drink. I headed over to the drink cabinet. I lifted up an old fashion favourite of mine Bells. I didn't need a glass it tasted better straight from the bottle. I was just about to take a large gulp when the door bell rang. It took me by surprise no fucker ever came to see me.

             
I slammed the bottle down. I wasn't in the mood to entertain. The doorbell rang again this person was impatient. I left the room and headed to the front door. I looked down. I hoped it was no one important... My hair was a mess and I was wearing sweats.

             
I slowly opened the door and my jaw dropped to the floor. I blinked rapidly...

             
Was this an illusion...

             
Was my lack of sleep now playing tricks with my mind?

             
The vision in front of me wasn't a dream and I didn't drink any of the whisky.

             
This was real; One hundred percent real.

             
"Hey" she whispered. I could tell she was feeling a little awkward. My eyes took in the dress... That red dress she had worn in Cannes. She looked amazing in spite of the pink sash she was wearing and the veil. She gave a little blush and crossed her arms in front of her.

             
"I should of called first but it was a spur of the moment sort of thing."

             
"You want to come in?"

             
"Do you want me to come in?"

             
"Miss Dawson" my voice low and full of heat. "You are always welcomed here. You don't need to ask!"

             
She nodded and stepped into the hallway. I closed the door and took a deep breath. My boring night had just got exciting. I couldn't of planned this better if I had tried. Someone up there was answering my secret prayers and the gratification was favourable. I turned round she had been staring at me the whole time.

             
"Come.. Drink?" I went back into the living room and back over to the opened bottle. This time I grabbed two glasses. "I was going to drink straight from the bottle" I confessed plunking myself down next to her on the sofa. "Now I have company.. Guess I should regain my manners." I handed her an empty glass and she held it out for me to fill. I filled my glass and placed the bottle down.

             
We sat in silence sipping our drinks.

             
"Why did you come here?" My stupid inquisitive mind was dying for a reason.

             
She slowly faced me and her eyes widen. "You know why" she gazed dreamily at me her lips parted a little with a drop of moisture from her drink coating them. I placed my glass down and took hers away at the same time.

             
My hand found its self on her bare thigh I slowly stoked up over her stomach over her breast up to her bare shoulder. My hand was guiding its self round to the back of her neck. I was aching for her. I hadn't even kissed her and I was rock hard.

             
She took in a sharp breath that was filled me with anticipation.

             
My face lowered on hers and I could taste the whiskey from her lips. My other hand clung to the side of her face as our tongues danced with each other. The slow swirling passion of strokes exchanging.

             
I slowly laid her back on the sofa and rested on top of her. Her fingers crawling through my hair..

             
Her scent..

             
Her taste and the feel of her beneath me.

             
I could of come from this alone.

             
She made no attempt to push things further. I guess just like me she was enjoying this moment.

             
Us together...

             
I could never get enough of this woman. From the moment I saw her sex had been an important factor it our relationship.

             
Now I just wanted this... Love and I wanted her.

             
She pulled away and her hands cupped my face. "Take me to bed, Maxwell... Make love to me and then hold me all night."             

             
I trailed kisses along her soft cheek. "Miss Dawson, your wish is my command" I smiled softly.

             
Her blue eyes sparkled up at me full of love and need. I loved it when she needed me.

             
"What about tomorrow??"

             
"Shh" she delicately placed her finger on my lips and shook her head. "Not tonight. I really don't want to hear about it tonight. I want you and I need you." I kissed her finger and took hold of her hand. "I really do love you" she cried. I placed a sweet kiss on her hand and stood up.

             
"Miss Dawson... I love you" I helped her up and led the way to my bedroom.

             
Once inside I spun her round so she faced away from me. I unzipped her dress and it floated to the floor. My hands took hold of her waist and  I pushed her into me. I wanted her  to know what her body did to me.

             
I pressed my hard cock into her back and she gave a little laugh. I had missed that sound.

             
My hands moved up slowly towards her breasts and I cupped them both. They fitted perfectly in my hands. I began to squeeze her erected nipples between my fingertips and her head rested back onto my shoulders. She raised her arms and placed them round my neck allowing me full access.

             
I stopped and twirled her round to face me. She dropped to her knees and pulled down  my sweat pants.

             
My manhood standing at attention for her.

             
She looked up and licked her lips seductively. "Mr Thomas you never disappoint me" Her hands moved round to my arse and she guided me into her mouth.

             
Slowly  making circular  licking motions at the crown and inch by inch pulling me into the back of her throat. My hands played with her hair and helped her gain rhythm. The sucking motion she was doing was beginning to make my legs unsteady. I loved how she could submit me just by her mouth.

             
I pulled out and dropped to my knees in front of her.

             
"Any more of that and I would of been done" I smiled wiping away dampness from her lips.

             
I pulled her onto my lap and I could feel she was moist already. I put my legs out and she slowly placed me inside her. My finger tips brushed up and down her back. She began to rock and ride me.

             
"Fuck" I hissed as she picked up the pace.

             
Our lips met in a passionate desperate kiss that was taking me to the brink. Her nails clawed into my back and she fucked me hard like she had never done before.

             
Her free hand entwined in my hair and pulled my head back giving her access to my neck. She sucked hard on my neck and pushed my dick harder and deeper inside her.

             
I closed my eyes and felt myself release inside her. My body trembling and shaking. She stopped and rested her head on my forehead.

              "Wow" she gasped trying to catch her breath. "Did you feel that?"

             
I slowly opened my eyes and her beautiful face was looking up at me. "Yes" I whispered. "I have always felt it."

             
Her arms wrapped round my neck and she hugged me hard.

             
I began to play with her hair... I loved her too much. 

             
She pulled away, stood up and walked over to the bed. She pulled back the blanket and got in. I followed and laid down beside her. I placed an arm round her and pulled her into me. Now she was here I couldn't let her leave my side.

             
"Are we going to talk about it?" I asked.

             
She tutted. "Why?" She rested on her elbows and placed her head in her hands. "Every time we talk about stuff it always ends in an argument... Besides, it's hardly a big deal!"

             
I laughed...

             
Only Georgina would think it wasn't a big deal.

             
"You're getting married tomorrow" I began. "You're choosing to spend your last night of freedom with me. I think that's a big deal!"