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  Truth of Touch

  Chapter One

  I needed this gig. And being here today will hopefully bring a wealth of possible contacts for future commissions. Photography is my real passion, the modelling just being a means to get here. While having the title of ‘Supermodel’ opens doors, it hinders me being taken seriously for real commissions so I have to jump at every chance I get.

  Some of you will know me as the infamous Mia Fox, Supermodel, known for my wild red hair and green eyes, often seen on the arm of lower ranking Royal or two. If my face is not familiar to you, then my tabloid stories of temper tantrums and notorious stamping strut on the catwalks of the world will probably remind you to who I am. Don’t believe all the crap you read. To my real friends, and to me, I am still the gawky too tall girl who loves to take photographs.

  Having Tilly here today with me kills two birds with one stone. Tilly is my dearest friend, my soul-mate, and she’s had a rough ride lately. Running away to Cornwall to escape the heartache of a broken engagement to Simon, the cheating slime ball, and then being almost seduced by some rich creep who prayed on her vulnerability, she needs me and this chance to forget her troubles for a few hours of pampering and decadence.

  And truth be known, I need her too. I miss her like crazy. London is a lonely place without your soul-mate. And, I would never admit it to her, but this gig today has made me nervous as hell. I’m the strong one, you see, I’m the protector but if only that were totally true

  ***

  Concours d'Elegance is the highlight of the social calendar. Held within the grounds of the Hurlingham Club by the River Thames, only the wealthiest of the wealthy are invited to attend, splash their cash, all in the name of charity raising untold amounts of funds for deserving causes. And today I get to photograph them while they do it.

  Well, I will do as soon as some Dick gets out of my shot. Ok, he is an extremely cute Dick, but he’s still a Dick. It seems everywhere I turn, there he is, ruining the photo opportunity with an arm draped around yet another pampered and preened princess.

  “Hey, I’m trying to take a shot here!” I lift my Cannon for the third time, trying to move around him. Again, he side glances me, deliberately moving into the view of the lens. He throws me a lop-sided grin. Prick!

  “Don’t you think you have enough pictures of me? Jesus, you have been following me around all evening!” He drawls, grinning straight at me, dropping his arm from the latest lady he’s so obviously been flirting with.

  “Fuck off, dickhead….you keep getting in my shot! Like I would want to keep photographing you!” I can feel my lip starting to curl with impatience.

  He makes a purposely stride towards me, so close I have to take the camera away from my eye. He has a grin spreading wider in his face, his eyes dancing right at me. For a brief fleeting moment I am mesmerised by his presence. He is tall, probably just over or around six foot, with almost blue black hair, and the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen…almost black…..with a strong, masculine jaw framing a chiselled face. His head sits on wide, strong shoulders that frame a perfect v shaped body. This man is stunning, could easily be a male model, but I know he’s not….well, I have never come across him in the field

  “I thought I’d better introduce myself as you insist on following me around. Jake Templer.” He throws me another heart stopping lop sided grin, thrusting a huge hand in my direction.

  “I am not following you around, you arrogant shit!” I spit the words directly in his face, batting his out-stretched hand away.

  “Oh, Feisty! Your reputation lives up to its name….Miss Mia Fox! Why are you taking pictures here anyway?” He takes a long look up and down my body, smiling at what he sees.

  “None of your fucking business! Just keep out of my shot for the rest of the evening, ok?” Now I’m really pissed at him and wipe that smirk off your stupid cute face, asshole

  I turn to march off but am promptly halted by his swift grip on my arm. I spin around, tilting my chin up in anger.

  “Get your hand off me!”

  “I’m not used to beautiful women running away from me….usually the opposite! Is this your way of flirting with me, Miss Fox? Because you have my full attention now….that is for sure” He steps in closer to me, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek.

  Jake can feel the twitch in his cock… Fuck, she’s hot…..I could lay her right now, just looking at those fired green eyes, oval like saucers. I don’t usually like redheads but that mass of hair……I want to fist my hands in it, pull her into me and savage that pout of a mouth

  “Flirt with you? You little pip squeak…..I would not waste my energy!” I spit out again jerking my arm from his grasp, turning abruptly before marching in the direction of Tilly. Moments before, I had noticed she appeared to be distressed, indicating she was leaving. I need to find her.

  I can feel his eyes burning into my back as I exit. I already know he is smirking….it would appear to be his favourite expression.

  Jake saunters back into a crowd of adoring lovelies... Which one will I bed tonight? Not Mia Fox, that’s for sure……although I’d have her any day over this bunch of airheads……

  ***

  I’m feeling sheepish. And my hand hurts. I thought I was rescuing Tilly from that rich creep, Drew. All I saw as I rounded the corner was him all over her and I can’t believe of all places she has to bump into him again it is here! Without thinking, I launched myself at him and struck his face with all my might. Now my best friend is glaring at me and I’m confused.

  Drew is stroking his face and smirking at me. It would appear this time she kissed him back. How was I to fucking know? And I can’t believe she has just agreed to have a date with him!! Drew….Drew Templer? Jesus, Jake Templer…..Have I just met Drew’s brother?

  Tilly and I walk away, arm in arm. I need to talk to my friend, and NOW! Drew calls after us.

  “Hey, Mia? You really should meet my brother, Jake”

  “Oh, Drew….just to bring you up to speed….I just met that little pip squeak! And you can tell him from me…..I could suck him in and blew him out in bubbles!”

  I turn to face him watching the smirk drop right out of his face.

  Chapter Two

  I can’t believe I am about to bed this guy. He’s just scraped nineteen years old. Ok, at twenty six, I’m not exactly a cougar but it sure feels like it. He would not have been my first choice but hey, I’m horny and I need someone. I don’t do relationships for my own personal reasons. In short, I don’t trust men. But I do need sex, and often. Tilly says I am a female player. And I play a lot.

  We’ve just finished one of my final modelling photo shoots, I’m horny, and throughout the session, one of the new up and coming male models has made it obvious he is horny too. So here I am, at ten in the morning, letting him into my apartment. He knows the score. I told him in the car on the way over here….just to be clear, we fuck, you exit, ok?

  “Make yourself a coffee, tea, whatever…..the kitchen is that way….I just need to make a call and get my messages” I point him in the right direction and head into the lounge area.

  I tried calling Tilly this morning to check she was ok after her date with Drew. They spent the night at Brown’s in Mayfair. He flew her up from Cornwall in his private jet. I might be used to this kind of treatment, but she certainly isn’t. She is still raw from Simon so I need to check on her. A blinking light on my answerphone indicates three new messages. Hopefully, one of them is a new commission for some photography work. I press to listen to message 1.

  “You tell that fucking whore of a mate that I’m heading to Cornwall…..and she had better be waiting to see me!”

  Wh
at the fuck! Simon’s snarling words ricochet around my living room. Shaken, I press for message 2:

  “Mia! You fucking bitch…..you always tried to split us up……you fucking give her the message…..”

  Jesus, what is happening? I need to call her right now…..and get this kid out of my apartment. The Fuck will have to wait.

  ***

  Tilly is on the Jet returning to Cornwall. She has just told me that Simon attacked her in the street outside of Browns as she and Drew were leaving the Hotel. Drew apparently stepped in and got her out of there. I need to know she is safe. And she will not be if Simon is heading to Cornwall. The man has a violent temper…..one of the reasons I tried to tell her he was trouble…..

  Drew is bellowing down the phone at me. He demanded Tilly give him her phone. He has just informed me that he is taking her to his place for safety. I can hear the rage in his voice as he spits the words out to me. Tilly assures me she will be ok with him but I’m not settled. My chest is tight with anxiety. Tilly arranges to call me again when she is settled at Drew’s place.

  ***

  A few hours have passed and her fucking phone is still switched off. I am freaking out. Suddenly, my phone rings with her personal ring tone, and I snatch it up.

  “What the fuck is hap…….?” I scream down the phone. I did not mean to shout.

  She is safe. She’s ringing to assure me while walking on the beach at the back of Drew’s place. She tells me the whole tale regarding her run in with Simon and that Drew is looking after her. I want to see her, to reassure myself, so we agree to ask Drew if I can go visit for an overnighter at his place. I am already looking at flights on my laptop before we have even finished the call……

  ***

  24 hours later

  Tilly has fallen for Drew. In a BIG way. Tilly said they had the best sex of her life at Browns. However, since they returned, although Drew has been polite and caring, attending to her every need, he is distant. And he has not made any attempt to touch her since their arrival at his place in Mawgan Porth. This is where I can help. Sex is my middle name. I have a plan…….

  As I arrived at the house in Mawgan Porth, Tilly begged me to be on my best behaviour, and to play nice to Jake, Drew’s brother. Fuck, this will take effort….but I’m grateful that Drew has indeed kept to his word to keep Tilly safe, and that I am invited to stay tonight. So here we are, sat outside in the afternoon sun of mid-July, and actually having a good time, drinking beer and wine. The men seem relaxed, laughing at my adventures as Tilly refers to my life. Both brothers are incredibly handsome, and even more so when they are lost in laughter. Both are utterly charming too. Jake is the flirty and playful one, while Drew is more reserved. Tilly describes Jake as a player…..just like me.

  The men are taking us for dinner and dancing, at my alcohol infused request. Jake informs us he knows the perfect place. Hmmm and ok, the Dick is right….

  ***

  The restaurant is sited high on the cliffs of Newquay, overlooking the beach. It is a family owned Italian with seating inside and out. There is a small dance floor and cocktail bar on the second level where we are headed as soon as we finish this feast of delicious food. I have brought a small camera, and take every opportunity to grab a quick shot of the scenery. But also to try and hide my huge beaming, satisfied grin. My plan is working….

  Before I left London, I shopped like a demon for the sexiest, fuck me dress I could lay my hands on….for Tilly. After doing her make-up and hair, topped off with the highest heels she could possibly manage, I let her loose in front of the guys. I thought Jake was going to faint. Drew, almost kept his composure, but then let all his lust explode at the surface. Oh, yes, she will be in his bed before the end of the night…..Thank you and Good Night, Mia Fox! I mentally take my bow.

  Drew can’t take his eyes of Tilly. But I am also aware of the heat of Jake’s eyes following my every move. I’m trying to ignore it but I have to admit, it is exciting me. Men are usually easy prey for me….big headed I know….but he is somehow different. He has the arrogance and confidence of a man who always gets what he wants…especially women….and it is making PLAYING very interesting indeed.

  ***

  I’m flushed with alcohol. I can handle my own, any night of the week, but I’ve had plenty tonight. The music on this tiny dance floor is thumping a beat that is driving heat straight to my sex…..along with the intense stare in the eyes of Jake. He has a flirty draped arm around my shoulders and I am playing along. Drew and Tilly are sat on the opposite sofa, stiff with sexual tension, daring to not touch each other in fear of implosion. I need to step up the plan……

  “Dance with me, Lover!” I breathlessly whisper at Jake. If I can show Drew and Tilly some raw sex moves on the dance floor, then they will surely need to resolve the tension between them….

  The music is perfect….perfect for swaying and grinding seductively against your chosen dance partner. And Jake, for tonight only, is my handsome and willing victim. We are moving in rhythm…he moves his body well…as I sway my way in closer to his body, until we are joined, touching, his hard body pressed against my breasts and hips. His eyes are playful and dancing. His arms reach around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I throw my arms in the air, closing the gap, bringing my body tighter against his, pressing harder against him. Swaying and grinding my hips against his cock as it twitches and hardens.

  “Christ!” He whispers a groan in my ear, sending tightness through my stomach, pulsing down to my sex.

  I want to hear him groan again. It was raw, animalistic…. this was not part of the plan though…….He pulls me harder against his cock, rubbing at my sex with his swollen shaft, my body responding instantly arching and grinding into him. I can smell his heat, his scent, and I’m intoxicated by it. I want to taste it. This is so not part of the plan……I can feel my breath catching in my throat, a moan escaping from my lips, but I want more…can’t stop my body from needing his closeness, his hardness on me. We are so tightly wound together my nipples are rubbing painfully against the wall of muscle on his chest. Still, we push our bodies together as if we can’t hold back.

  I catch sight of Tilly and Drew beside us on the dance floor but I am lost, lost in this intensity of this sexual heat. Involuntarily, I bite and suckle along his jawline, desperately needing a taste of him. Another groan from him vibrates in my ear before I am whisked off the floor and into his arms on the sofa.

  I hear mumbles, something about Drew and Tilly leaving with the car. Jake responds saying he will sort us a ride home, before I feel his mouth firmly in the crook of my neck. The touch, the heat of his breath, causes me to shudder, my sex twitches with need, wetness seeping through my panties. ….oh, this guy is good……His mouth finds mine, hungrily nibbling at the lower lip, pressing his tongue for entry. My lips part to accept his tongue, sucking its tip…..imagining it to be his head of his cock….circling and dancing in time with him. The warmth of his mouth, his taste, his need for this is driving me over the edge. I want his hands on me, in me.

  Suddenly, pulling us apart, he stares at me, lust greedily shining in his dark eyes. His chest is rising and falling in pants.

  “We can’t do this here. I’ll grab us a cab” He breathes, before heading out of the dance area.

  ***

  This wasn’t part of the plan…..We are in a cab, heading back to Mawgan Porth. The break of contact, if only for a few minutes, has brought me to my senses. Jake is still nibbling my neck, and I’m trying to resist but my body has other plans. I don’t want one night of my adventures to muck up something which might be good for Tilly and Drew. Jake and I sleeping together is not part of any plan……

  “What’s changed? I thought you wanted this…..you were all fucking over me ten fucking minutes ago!” Jake rakes his hand through his hair, frustrated and confused, by my sudden coolness as we enter the house. He has tried to kiss me yet I pushed him away. Firmly.

  “Yeah, well I don’t….not
anymore….get over it!” I strut past him, feeling frustrated and pissed….at myself. I run up the stairs to my guest bedroom. This is for the best……it’s not about you, Jake…..it’s about Drew and Tilly

  Jake watches me rush away from him. He runs another hand through his hair and scrapes it down his face. His cock is aching for release, and his head is spinning with thoughts Fuck, she tasted so fucking hot, so fucking good….

  Chapter Three

  Despite the alcohol, I can’t get to sleep. I have tossed and turned every which way but nothing is working. Even after scrubbing my teeth almost raw, I’m sure I can still taste Jake on my lips and he tasted delicious

  I heard him enter his own guest room a little after me. I could feel him bumping around, cursing under his breath, trying to be quiet. I heard the faint creek of his bed as he lays his muscular frame upon it, and a little while later, another faint sound….. a groan. Even with that smallest of sounds, and I am searing with need again. I will have to satisfy myself. Sliding my hand between my thighs, I feel the pool of wetness at my sex, my finger recoiling off my over sensitive clit. I want him…….

  ***

  Mentally asking Tilly for her forgiveness, I leave my bed and pad as quietly as possible towards the room next door. As I gently turn the handle and enter the room, I hear another groan, causing my stomach to tighten and pulse. I hear the sound of sex, before the faint light through the blinds allows me to adjust my eyes. Jake is fisting his cock, his eyes shut tight in concentration, his body arching against the motion.

  Suddenly, he senses a presence and snaps his eyes open. His eyes flash over my naked form stood in his doorway, watching him pleasuring himself…..trying to relieve his need. Confusion and desire fight against each other across his face.

  “Do you want me to help you with that?” I drawl, snaking my way slowly towards him.

  “Get here!” He groans loudly, lunging for my wrist, pulling me hard onto his bed, pinning me in place under the weight of his body. He grapples for a condom in his bedside drawer.