Keeping Katie Read online

  So take-out and easy prepare meals were always on hand. Jack would cook every now and then, but even he was limited to pasta with jar sauces and packet salads. It was a wonder they both survived at all.

  Jack leaned back in his leather chair, deciding if he would call Jordan. He could certainly think of a few pleasurable things he could make Jordan do before he got home. Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. He had just brought up Jordan's number when a small knock sounded at the door. Jack paused, his finger hovering over the send button. The door opened a crack and a young blond woman's head popped in. Jack flipped the phone shut. What did he have here?

  "Come in, love," he called. The young woman looked up. Her eyes widened with surprise. Even with the distance from his desk to the door, he could see her eyes were a lovely clear shade of blue. She had a strait little nose with a smattering of freckles, and her lips were lusciously red. Jack doubted she was wearing lipstick.

  Blood dropped strait down into his cock. Fuck, it had been a long time since he had reacted to a woman on sight. He needed a closer look at her.

  "Oh, sorry, Mr. uh...." She glanced up at his nameplate on the door. "Mr. Cullen?"

  Jack smiled, recognising her Australian accent.

  "Please call me Jack. Mr. Cullen sounds so…" He gave a mock shudder, "overly formal."

  She stood for a moment regarding him, a hint of shy amusement in her blue eyes.

  "Your office is the last on the floor I need to vacuum." She came further into the room.

  More blood went pooling into Jacks hard cock when he saw her cleaner's uniform.

  Her top was pulled snugly across her chest, displaying her ample breasts in a most provocative way. Jack forced himself not to lick his lips when he saw the deep valley of cleavage that tempted and teased his eyes. His gaze swept down over shapely hips. Her skirt just reached her knees, revealing lovely curved calves. This was not the usual elderly woman who cleaned this office floor.

  "You're new." Jack could have hit himself over the head at the stupid line tumbling out of his mouth. It was hard to think when nearly all his blood supply had headed in a different direction.

  "Um, yes. Just started this evening, Sir." Jack's dominant side stirred when she called him sir. Jack had a sudden vision of the woman calling him sir while she was on her knees begging to suck his cock, begging him to fuck her. Jack tried to shake the images from his head and failed.

  He watched her move to the corner of his office, to the potted palm tree, and watched her unwrap the vacuum cord. When she bent over to plug in the machine, Jack shifted his cock, which was straining against his trousers in protest.

  "Are you here on a working holiday?" It was a sensible question considering London was flooded with young Australian's usually doing working tours of UK and Europe.

  "Ah no, I've just moved here to live with my Aunt. She got me this job."

  Jack liked her answer more than he should; it meant that she wouldn't be running off to her distant homeland anytime soon.

  "Your aunt is Penny Myers." She gave a nod, some of her blond curls escaping from the band at the nape of her neck. God, he wanted to see that golden hair free. More than that he wanted to touch it; wrap his fingers in it as he pulled her head to his for a kiss. Jack stood up. Then regretted the action as his cock tented in his pants.

  Jack was on friendly terms with the elderly cleaner. It seemed the old lady had been holding out on him, hiding her gorgeous, blond Australian niece. She straitened, turning back to look at him again.

  "Your Aunt is a lovely lady, but formal introductions I think are in order." He quickly adjusted his pants before he moved around his desk.

  "Jack Cullen, at your service." He used a husky tone he knew women liked to hear then gave her one of his best charming smiles.

  He was rewarded with a wide-eyed shudder. This girl had an air of pure innocence and mystery about her. Closing the distance between them in a few strides, she looked up at him as he held out his hand. Jack inhaled a lovely faint vanilla sent, making him hungry for a taste of her scented skin. He needed to see if she was as sweet as she looked.

  "I, uh, Katie, Katie Weston." She slipped her hand into his. Jack immediately covered it with his other hand.

  ~ * ~

  Katie's breath quickened. He held her hand in both of his. Jack Cullen wasn't classically beautiful, but he had sharp defined features and a strong jawline that no doubt had many women's heart and libidos in a flutter, as well as her own. He was tall, more than six feet. He had soft wavy dark brown hair with matching dark coloured eyes that were looking at her like she was something tasty he'd like to eat.

  "Welcome to Henson and Henson, Katie Weston." She gave an un-lady like snort.

  "I'm a cleaner; I hardly qualify for being a part of the firm."

  "If you work for Henson and Henson, no matter what position you hold, you're a part of the team--kind of like family if you will."

  "Oh, well in that case, thank you." She was having a hard time concentrating with him touching her. The wetness that had flooded down between her legs wasn't helping. Her whole body, along with her nipples, felt tight. She felt rather hot all of a sudden, fighting against the sudden impulse to reach out and touch him.

  She suppressed a moan when he raised her hand, brushing his lips over her knuckles. Jack looked like someone who commanded respect and attention. He did not look like a man who would take no for an answer. It was probably why he was a lawyer.

  Giving her another pulse racing sexy smile, Katie realised he was flirting with her.

  She had always thought herself shy and unattractive; that men like Jack would never pay her any mind. She jerked back her hand, taking a step back and a deep breath trying to regain her senses, making a diplomatic retreat.

  "I should really finish. My aunt is on the upper floor and will need my help." Her words tumbled out faster than she had meant them too.

  He gave a nod and backed off; she breathed a silent sigh of relief before flicking on the machine and dragging the hose over the carpet. Even though Jack had gone back to sit behind his desk seemingly looking at some paper work, she was acutely aware of him watching her. It sent chills of awareness down her spine, centering right between her thighs.

  ~ * ~

  There was no way Jack was going to get any work done in his current state.

  Watching Katie jerking the vacuum hose back and forth over his office carpet distracted him to no end.

  He cursed himself for acting like a callow youth. He would have been blind not to notice her physical responses to him. It was a positive sign for him, but those responses had obviously startled her. She wasn't like any of the women he usually went for, sophisticated, skinny and brash. No, Katie was sweet, shy, and had the most perfect, traffic-stopping, lush curves. She was somewhat of an enigma. Jack always had a knack for knowing when something felt right, knowing what he wanted.

  When Jack wanted something, he went after it until he got it. What he wanted right now was Katie Weston.

  How was he going to play this? He thought for a moment. He didn't want to scare her away. He knew she was attracted to him--a very good starting point, which also meant she would be open to further advances on his part. But he would also have to play it carefully. There was something more to this woman. Jack was certain of it.

  Jack loved a mystery as much as he loved a challenge. He smiled to himself thinking of Jordan; she was the kind of sweet thing he would be attracted to also. The vacuuming stopped; Jack glanced up to watch her wind up the cord; she turned to leave.

  "Katie." He kept his voice firm and even. She paused to glance at him. Jack sent her a knowing smile. "I will look forward to seeing you again." His words held a promise that she wouldn't miss--he watched as she struggled to suppress a small shudder.

  "Goodnight, Jack. Nice to meet you." He loved that sexy Australian accent; it made her all the more attractive. She was a potential sex kitten in the making. Jack wanted to help by dangling a piece of string in front of his new little kitten. She gave a look of uncertainty before turning to opening the office door. It closed softly behind her.

  Before looking down at the bulge in his trousers, Jack leaned back and groaned.

  "Soon enough little matey, we'll have her soon enough."

  Christ, when did he start talking to his penis? Let alone given it a name. Jack was in worse shape than he thought.

  Flinging the file into his leather brief case, he switched off his computer and the lights through his office. He needed to fuck someone and Jordan was waiting for him to come home.

  Chapter Three

  "Can you get up any fucking earlier?" Jack complained, rolling over and slamming his fist down on the alarm clock. Owning his own business, Jordan was always up at the crack of dawn.

  He started early and finished early. Even after six months of living together, Jack hated Jordan's early mornings. Jack still had a whole hour before he had to get up.

  "Some of us aren't lazy arses." Jordan slapped Jacks arse as he rolled out of bed.

  Jack growled when Jordan jumped out of reach of his retaliating hand. One part of his body was up even if the rest wasn't.

  "Back here boy or you'll be sorry." Jordan's eyes lit with Jack's challenge.

  "Why don't you make me?" Jack jumped off the bed faster than Jordan could leap away. Jack tackled Jordan to the floor, pushing him face down on the carpet. He twisted and pinned Jordan's right arm behind his back. Not enough not to cause pain but enough to control and manoeuvre him easily. Jack used his other hand to grip the base of Jordan's neck.

  Jack was half a foot taller than Jordan, but Jordan was heavier built with more defined muscle mass. Jordan could have thrown Jack off, winning the physical contest for dominance. But Jack knew Jordan loved these power play games, trusting Jack would never over step the bounds and hurt him. Both breathing hard, Jack leaned down and bit Jordan between his shoulder and neck. Jordan's muscles relaxed in submission.

  "Bend over the bed, boy." When he was on his knees, Jack pulled on Jordan's arm to bring him off the floor. Jack forced Jordan over the end of the bed. Jordan's dick was pressed into the side of the bed and his arse exposed. "Hand's above your head."

  Jordan complied, fisting the sheets in his hands. Jack slammed his open palm over his arse cheek. Jordan yelped.

  "Not a sound, take your punishment like a good boy." Jack smacked the other arse cheek, rubbing out each sting before slapping again and again, his hips jerking into the comforter over and over until Jordan's whole arse was glowing red. It was a beautiful sight.

  "Good boy." Jack's praise made Jordan groan. He dropped to his knees bending to kiss the rosy globes before pulling Jordan's arse cheeks apart and licking at his hole.

  Jordan moaned and wriggled his ass. Jack slipped his tongue deep inside.

  "Ooooh, fuck, Jack," Jordan moaned. He frantically pushed his arse deeper onto Jack's tongue. Jack hungrily stabbed at Jordan's ass; his wet hole pulsed and twitched sucking in his tongue. His wall muscles squeezed and pulsed, just begging to be fucked. Jack grabbed onto Jordan's hips, and his tongue slipped out. Jordan moaned in disappointment. Jack was desperate to sink his hard cock into Jordan's hot dark channel.

  "Don't move." Jack jumped to the bedside drawer pulling out the lube, flipping off the cap hastily then squeezing a blob onto his dick. He smoothed it over and in a flash he was back behind Jordan. He placed the head of his cock at the puckered hole and pushed, slipping easily past the sphincter muscle.

  "Oh, good god!" Jordan moaned, pushing his arse back against him. Jack shoved all the way till he was buried balls deep. Jordan's tight hole always felt fucking fantastic the way his inner walls gripped at his long cock.

  "Oh yeah, baby, take it." Jack closed his eyes slowly sliding in and out a few times before he started to fuck Jordan at a fast and furious pace. He reached around grabbing a hold of Jordan's thick cock, pumping it tightly up and down to the same rhythm of his thrusts.

  "Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck, Jack!" Jordan panted and moaned. Beads of perspiration broke out over both their bodies. Jack quickened his pace, thrusting harder into Jordan. "Fuck man, I'm gonna come!" Jordan practically screamed.

  Jacks hands tightened on Jordan's cock, pumping it tight in short quick jerks. Jordan started convulsing; Jack felt he wasn't far behind, as his lover blew his load all over the comforter. Jack kept milking Jordan until he was spent. Before Jack released him to grip Jordan's hips, he slammed into him hard.

  Jack threw back his head, growling as stars exploded behind his eyes, spewing deep into Jordan's channel. With a few more pumps, Jack collapsed onto Jordan's back.

  He rolled off to pull Jordan into his arms. Jack softly brushed his lips over Jordan's.

  Their tongues mingled, both giving a soft moan.

  "That was fucking fantastic," Jordan said when he finally got his breathing under control. "You know I love you man."

  "I know," was all Jack could reply. His eyes closed and heart still pounding, he was comforted by Jordan's warmth. He felt Jordan pull out of his arms. A moment later he heard the shower going. It's not that he didn't feel something for Jordan; this was the longest relationship Jack had ever had. Whenever he tried to tell Jordan how he felt, he always seemed to clam up. Jack had known for most of his life, if something was too good to be true, it most likely was.

  ~ * ~

  "How'd you find your first night?"

  Katie handed her uncle Allen a cup of tea as he came into the kitchen.

  "Not bad, it was easy enough."

  "Two nights a week will give you some pocket money."

  She nodded, sitting down to drink her tea. She hadn't slept well last night. Her head had been full of Jack Cullen-his smile, and the way his voice had sounded like silk, caressing her skin. She remembered the way his lips had felt when they had touched the back of her hand and the warmth of his breath. She gave a shudder, remembering how her dreams had then morphed into the usual nightmare of her past, nightmares that had plagued her for a very long time.

  "So, what are you going to do today?" Allen asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.

  "Oh, I'd thought I'd take my scooter and go explore the east side."

  "A sound idea, but be careful on that contraption of yours." She had spent a fair bit of her savings on a Vespa moped bike. It seemed like the most sensible way to get around the outer London streets. Already having a motorbike license, she had found it easy to get a British permit to drive her moped around.

  "Aunt Penny told me there are jobs pinned up on the local notice board at the market square. It might be worth a look."

  Her elderly uncle gave an encouraging smile. "Good luck then, Katie." Allen picked up his newspaper she had collected from the doorstep along with the milk.

  Her uncle and aunt were the only family she had left. They had been kind and had taken her in. Katie was more than grateful. They were generous and caring, but Katie didn't want to be a burden on anyone. She was used to working, even if it was helping her grandfather and keeping house. She wanted to work to pay her way, yet she had never had a real paying job. The Australian Government had paid her an allowance to stay at home and look after her sick grandfather until his death.

  Aunt Penny had flown over from the UK for his funeral and had invited her to come and live in London with them, leaving the sale of the house in the hands of an agent.

  She didn't know how long the house would take to sell, but until then she needed to earn a living.

  Katie helped out around the house as much as her aunt would allow. Her Aunt fussed about her doing too much, saying she should be out enjoying herself with people her own age. She didn't know anyone her age. She didn't have a lot of social experience or social skills. She was usually shy and withdrawn and found it difficult to make friends. Even after four weeks living in the outer London suburbs, she was still trying to get her bearings and decide what she wanted to do with her life.

  "Enjoy your day, Uncle Allen." She picked up her helmet and jacket.

  "You too love. Remember, be careful on those roads. London drivers are crazier than the hounds of hell."

  "I'll be careful." She smiled, heading out the backdoor. Her moped was parked by the back shed. She donned her jacket, slipped on her helmet before swinging her leg over the bike seat, and fired it up.

  ~ * ~

  At the market square, Katie glanced over the public notice board. There were a few adverts for waitresses, a plumber, two Fitters and Turners, and a flower shop assistant. She frowned. There wasn't much there. Maybe she could wait tables.

  Turning the wheel, she dislodged one of the notices; it fluttered down onto the floor.

  She bent down to retrieve the fallen piece of paper, only to notice a second notice lodged behind a gumball machine. She picked up both notices, reading the second one.

  "Casual labour required for restoration work, 132 Carters Road East Village.

  Interview in person with Jordan MaKensy before ten a.m."

  It was today's date. She checked her watch. It was nine thirty a.m. She doubted anyone else had seen this ad as it has been hidden on the floor. Katie tucked the notice into her jacket pocket and went to the counter of the shop to ask for directions to Carters Road.

  ~ * ~

  Jordan groaned in frustration. The teenage boy with the spiked hair and overly baggy clothes had removed only a small part of the debris from the front parlour. The boy complained constantly and kept ducking out to smoke cigarettes.

  Jordan was all for giving the youth a fair go, helping turn them into productive, hard workers, and teaching them skills that would take them through their lives. But he couldn't help those who didn't want it.

  This boy didn't seem to want it. What he seemed to want was lots of money with very little effort. Jordan sighed; he knew what he had to do.

  "Justin, a word if you will." The boy looked up with a sneer of distaste on his face.

  "Yeah, what now?"

  Jordan took in a deep breath to steel himself for the task at hand.

  "Look son, I don't think things are quite working out. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go." There, it was out. Jordan took a fifty-pound note from his wallet. It was far more than the little work the boy had done.

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