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“It tells me that you need to stop holding on to me. I’m going to uni in a few weeks. Missing a few days of our holiday isn’t the end of the world. I’m going to be leaving both of you, and right now, it’s like I’m the only adult in this conversation.”
She takes a moment and shifts on the spot. “If that’s how you feel. Fine.” She looks up at me as if she’s waiting for me to make a choice.
“It is.” But as I say it, pain tears inside my chest, ripping at my flesh. My mum is my best friend. I didn’t think we’d fight like this. I thought she’d see my point of view and be excited with me, not make me choose. It wasn’t even a choice in the first place; it was a compromise. And now I don’t even want to go with her at all.
She nods and turns away, back into her studio.
Anger and hurt rush into my chest as if I just broke something precious, but I’m too mad to feel sad.
I run out of the kitchen to grab my bag and keys and drive to Jeremy, tears threatening, which is absurd.
“Jeremy?” My voice cracks as I storm into the house. “Jeremy?” I try again, searching as a wave of desperation sweeps over me.
“Hey, what’s up?” he calls from upstairs, and I see him leaning over the bannister. “Anna?” His intrigue turns to worry as he jogs down to see me.
“I just had a huge fight with Mum.” Saying the words tip the tears I’d been holding in over to trail down my cheeks.
He pulls me into his chest and wraps me in his arms. It soothes some of my frazzled nerves, and the tears dry in my eyes. We stay like that for a few moments, and I let him sink into my very veins.
“Want to tell me about it?”
“I told her about your birthday surprise and doing both Cornwall and London. She said no and that I had to choose.” She didn’t say those words exactly, but it’s what it felt like.
“That doesn’t sound like Becca. I know you’ve not been getting on so well?—”
“She doesn’t want me to go to London, and I won’t have her tell me what I can and can’t do.”
“Okay. Okay. Hey, let’s go and chill out.” He takes my hand and leads me to the lounge. He sits down on the edge of the sofa as I flop down next to him. He takes something out of his pocket and starts doing something on the glass table in front of him.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting us a little pick me up.”
I lean forward and see him crushing a white pill on the glass. He licks his finger before dabbing it into the powder and sucks it into his mouth like a lollipop.
“Your turn,” he says, coating his finger and holding it out for me. I open my mouth and lick it off with my tongue before I’ve even registered what I’m doing.
Our eyes lock, but I don’t stop. I hold his hand in my mouth and watch as his eyes storm and his breathing hitches. “Easy, Anna.” His voice sets something off in my mind, making me feel sexy and wanted, and that gives me more of a rush than anything I’ve taken. I continue to suck and lick. He leans back on the sofa and closes his eyes, and mine wander down to his jeans.
He’s excited, and right now, all I want to do is be close to Jeremy, so I keep going. I pull his finger from my mouth and let my hands travel to his jeans, tugging them down.
“Hey, we don’t have to do this?”
“Shh.” I smile and straddle his lap, hitching my skirt as I go. I don’t even bother to take my knickers off. I just want both of us to get lost in each other for a minute.
“Wait, hang on.” He grabs the base of his cock, and I lift up over him so I can take him in. It takes a little positioning, but he slips inside, and I slowly lower, taking him inside me.
“Jesus, Anna.” His hands move to my hips, anchoring me to him. “My mum’s in the house.”
“I don’t care,” I say as I rock forward, tilting and undulating my hips.
The slow and controlled doesn’t last long. I’m rushing for my own high before the drugs kick in, doing everything I can to make myself come apart. Jeremy’s hands dig into my skin, and I like the reminder that he’s in this with me.
“Mmmm,” I moan, but his hand flies up over my mouth, keeping me quiet. Only it’s sexy and naughty and quickens my pulse. I like this. I like being on the edge and feeling good.
I speed up my movements, desperate to come apart. The familiar fizzing in my veins starts and builds, and I want to cry out as it crashes through me, but Jeremy keeps his hand over my mouth.
My thrusts slow as the pulses of pleasure fade, and I open my eyes to look at Jeremy. His jaw is tight, his eyes hooded, and he looks devilish.
