Meeting Mr Anderson: Chapter 16
Meeting Mr Anderson (The Men Series – Interconnected Standalone Romances Book 1)
We drive up the high street of a small coastal town before turning off into a tree-lined residential street.
âHere we are,â Jay says as we pull up on the driveway of a pretty white weatherboard-clad house.
It has a veranda running all around it, manicured flower beds, and a lush green lawn to the front.
âIt looks lovely.â I smooth down my dress, nerves rising in my stomach. âSo, is there anything I should know? I donât want to say the wrong thing.â
âHolly.â Jay leans across and catches my lips in a tender kiss. âJust be yourself. Itâs what got my vote.â He winks as he climbs out of the car and comes around to open my door.
I take his hand and he leads me up to the large wooden front door. The door flies open before he even knocks.
âHey, cock-face! You made it!â A dark-haired guy with a short beard grabs Jay into a hug. Heâs wearing green cargo trousers and a black T-shirt.
Jay laughs and slaps him on the back. âGood to see you, bro. You still got those pubes on your face, I see. Holly, this is my little brother, Blake.â Jay smiles as he pulls back from their hug.
âHardly little, man, youâve seen it,â Blake jokes as he takes my hand and smiles at me. His green eyes crinkle at the corners, just like Jayâs. Heâs seems cheeky and fun. I like him instantly. I smile back at him as he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Holly. Although, I think youâll soon agree that youâre dating the wrong brother,â he says, flirting shamelessly.
Jay pulls my hand back from Blake and wraps an arm around my shoulders. âAnd youâll soon agree that flirting with my girlfriend may be one of the last stupid things you do.â
Blake chuckles and holds his hands up in front of him. I sneak a sideways glance at Jay. Did he just call me his girlfriend?
We follow Blake into the house and down a light-colored hallway. The house is bright and welcoming, vases of fresh flowers all around and family photos on the walls. One that must be Jay and Blake as kids catches my eye. Piercing blue and warm green eyes shine back from two young, grinning faces on a beach, their hair messy and covered in sand. Jay sees me looking and smiles as we continue down the hallway.
The back of the house opens into a beautiful, bright kitchen with doors leading out onto the rear veranda and garden. The sunshine pours in, making the room cozy and inviting.
A man and woman hurry in from the garden.
âJay,â his mum cries, throwing her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. âOh, itâs so good to see you. You feel thinner; have you been eating enough?â
âLeave the boy alone, Sheila,â says his dad kindly as he gives Jay a hug. âGood to see you, son.â
They both see me, and I fiddle with my hands as I smile.
âMom, Dad, this isââ
âHolly! Oh, itâs so lovely to meet you,â Sheila cuts Jay off and sweeps me into a hug. She smells beautiful, a mix of lavender and rose.
âNice to meet you,â Jayâs dad says, enveloping my hand inside both of his and shaking it. His hands are large and warm, comforting.
âItâs lovely to meet you both too,â I say. âThank you for inviting me to your home; itâs beautiful.â
âOh, we couldnât wait, could we, Bill? We were so excited that Jay was bringing a girlfriend home,â Sheila gushes. âYouâre the first one, so we knew you were special.â
âAlright, love, let the girl breathe,â Bill says affectionately.
âYeah, donât scare her off, Mom,â Blake chimes in. âIt could be years before another girl will tolerate him.â
I grin. itâs easy to see what a close, loving family they are.
âHolly, love, would you like a drink? Iâve got some of that peppermint tea Jay says you like.â Sheila fills up the kettle.
âOh, lovely, please.â I look up at Jay. Warmth spreads through my chest. I canât help feeling thrilled that heâs been talking to his mum about me.
âSo, Holly, whatâs a beautiful woman like you doing dating a douche like my brother?â Blake jokes, earning himself a playful punch on the arm from Jay.
âOh, Iââ
âLeave the poor girl alone.â Bill chuckles. âBarely through the door and sheâs under interrogation.â
I smile at him gratefully, and his blue eyes twinkle back at me.
âBlake here forgets his manners in company,â Jay says, wrapping his arm around my waist. âHe spends his days hiding under bushes and yelling at people.â
âOh, thatâs right. Jay said you run an outdoor survival company?â I look at Blake, who seems more than happy to have the spotlight reflected onto him.
âSure do. I started off doing personal training and boot camp classes, and itâs kind of evolved from there. We do a lot of outdoor survival weekends. Getting back to nature and all that.â
âDid you tell Jay your news, Blake?â Sheila calls from across the kitchen where sheâs setting up a tray of drinks.
âWhat news?â Jay asks, looking intrigued.
âSo, it seems you arenât the only brother who will be in front of the cameras.â Blake lifts his chin. âThey want us to make a reality TV show. Regular people pushing themselves out of their comfort zone in the name of entertainment.â
âThatâs amazing, bro!â Jay pulls Blake into a hug. âYou so deserve this; youâve built that company from the ground. Iâm so pleased for you.â Blake beams at his big brother. Itâs obvious how much they love each other, despite enjoying teasing each other.
âCome on, letâs sit out back,â Sheila says, carrying a tray of drinks and cookies over. Bill takes it from her, and we follow him out onto the back veranda where there are some wicker chairs, a swing seat, and a low coffee table.
âHolly, why donât you and Jay sit on the swing?â Sheila says. âItâs the comfiest.â
âThank you,â I say, sitting down and sinking into its soft cushions. The seat rocks as Jay sits down next to me.
âIâve always loved these swings; my nana used to have one. We would sit on it and talk, looking out across her garden.â I smile as I remember my lovely nana, who I lost years ago.
âThat sounds lovely, Holly.â Sheila smiles warmly. âIâve done some of my best thinking in that swing. When I was pregnant with Jay, itâs the only place I could get comfortable. Of course, itâs been repaired and had new cushions since then. But I could never bring myself to part with it.â
âI donât blame you. Itâs lovely.â
Sheila grins at me and passes a plate of cookies around.
âAww, mint chocolate chip, my favorite,â Bill says, taking one and biting into it. âSheila makes the best cookies. Youâve got to try one, Holly.â
âThank you.â I take a bite. Theyâre sweet and soft, melting in my mouth. âDelicious!â I smile. âMy mum loves baking too.â
Sheilaâs eyes light up. âReally? Let me fetch you the recipe. You can give it to her, see what she thinks. I find they always go down well.â She motions toward Jay, Blake, and Bill who are all silent, their mouths full of cookies.
âWhat?â they all mumble. I catch Sheilaâs eye and we both laugh.
âNothing, nothing at all,â she says as she disappears back into the kitchen, coming back moments later with a handwritten recipe. She hands it to me, and I thank her.
âOh, Iâve forgotten to get the cheese I need for dinner tonight.â Her brow wrinkles.
âDonât worry, Mom. Holly and I can pick some up. I wanted to give her a tour of town, anyway.â
âThanks, Jay, love.â Sheila smiles.
âThatâll take all of ten minutes.â Blake laughs. âItâs a lot smaller than LA here.â
âYou eat cheese, donât you, Holly?â Sheila asks, looking worried.
âOh, man, donât tell us youâre a vegan?â Blake shakes his head.
âYes, I do, thank you, Sheila.â I look over and see her shoulders relax.
âBlake doesnât understand vegans,â Jay says, turning his face toward me. His breath on my neck sends goosebumps up my arms. âHe goes all back to nature in the forest for days on end so has to catch his own dinner.â
âAbsolutely.â Blake nods. âItâs nature. The circle of life.â
âBefore that debate begins, I think now is a good time for me to tidy up.â Bill chuckles, collecting the empty glasses and mugs and heading back into the kitchen.
âWeâll go get the cheese you need, Mom.â
âMozzarella, please, Jay,â she says as we all get up and head inside.
We walk from Jayâs parentsâ house into town. Blakeâs right, itâs not huge. But itâs got a charm about it. Thereâs a sense of community. People are stopping to chat with each other. A mother and her two children are talking to an older man walking his dachshund. The children seem delighted to see the little dog again, whoâs obviously a friend of theirs.
We go in the local store and get the mozzarella for Sheila. The shopkeeper seems pleased to see Jay and asks after his family. On the walk back, Jay points out the high school he went to.
âI bet you were captain of the football team.â I lean into the warmth of his arm wrapped around my waist.
âYou got me.â He smiles. âBlake made captain of the wrestling team though. Much more hard core.â
âYeah, I can see that.â I smile. Blake is rugged and seems like someone who likes to jump into a challenge.
âI bet you dated the head cheerleader, didnât you?â I tease.
Jay doesnât say anything, so I look up and see somethingâunease?âflash over his face, which he quickly hides. I follow his gaze to a lady approaching us on the path. She looks to be about the same age as my mum and Sheila.
âJay?â
âBeth,â Jay says as she grabs him and pulls him into a hug.
âOh, Jay! This is such a lovely surprise. I havenât seen you in a long time. How are you? Howâs your mum and dad, and Blake?â she asks, no longer hugging him but holding on to his arms as she smiles at him.
âTheyâre all great, Beth, and Hank?â
âOh, heâs doing okay. You know how he is.â She smiles, and then turns to me. Her eyes widen and she tips her head to one side. Her eyes study me, moving over my face and hair and back again.
âBeth, this is Holly, my girlfriend,â Jay says. My stomach does a little flip at the sound of him saying âmy girlfriendâ again.
Bethâs mouth drops open, but she closes it quickly.
âHolly, this is Beth, Robâs mum,â Jay says, looking at my face.
Oh shit. Jay hasnât spoken much about Rob. Iâve always got the impression itâs too painful for him to talk about and that he will open up to me when heâs ready. Beth seems very fond of Jay though, judging by how pleased she is to see him.
âItâs nice to meet you.â I smile at Beth, who has stopped studying me and is now looking backwards and forwards between Jay and me.
âYou too, Holly.â She says my name slowly, as though sheâs thinking about saying something else.
I wait to see if sheâll continue.
She turns her attention back to Jay instead. âIâd better be going. It was so good to see you; donât be a stranger.â She squeezes his hand, and Jay smiles at her, his eyes full of emotion.
âBye, Holly.â She smiles at me and continues up the street.
âAre you okay?â I look up at Jay, who seems weary suddenly, his usual easy-going, happy demeanour flattened. He smiles down at me, but his blue eyes have lost their sparkle.
âIâm fine, Berry.â He sighs. âItâs hard seeing Beth. Brings back a lot of memories.â
âIâm sorry,â I whisper as I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. I wish I could take away the pain in his eyes.
His arms tighten around me.
âIâm here for you, Jay.â I kiss the side of his face.
âI know, Holly.â He brings his hands up to cup my face. âYou are the best thing to come into my life in a long time. Iâm happy to think about the future for once.â He pauses. âYou make me happy.â
His eyes search mine and he leans forward, catching my lips in a sweet kiss, heavy with meaning. I kiss him back as something hits me. Something, if Iâm honest with myself, Iâve known for a while.
Iâm falling in love with Jay Anderson and I couldnât stop it even if I wanted to.
We decide to take a detour on the way home and walk along the sandy beach that runs alongside the main town road. Iâm carrying my sandals in my hand and enjoying the sand underneath my feet.
âIt suits you.â Jay smiles at me. His eyes have regained some of their sparkle since seeing Beth.
âWhat does?â
âThe beach. Something about it and you seem to go together. You look relaxed.â
âI love the beach. Growing up near the coast in Cornwall just put it in my blood, I think. The smell of the sea, the way the wet sand changes color as you walk on it. I love it. I just feel grounded.â I shrug, hoping he wonât think I sound silly. âI saw a photo of you, taken on the beach in a magazine,â I continue.
Jay looks at me, amused. âBeen reading up on me, have you?â
âNo. One of the crew had it on the flight you were on. I didnât know who you were.â Jay pretends to look outraged and I giggle. âYou just looked happy in it. You seemed at home.â
âYeah, I love the coast. Probably from growing up near it, like you. I had a happy childhood here,â he says.
I think back to the photo of him and Blake at his parentsâ house, Young, smiling, and covered in sand.
âYou know those photos in my bedroom in LA? Those are all photos of the beach here. Blake gave them to me as a gift to stop me feeling so homesick.â
âDid Blake take them himself?â I ask in surprise.
âYeah, he did.â Jay smiles as he runs his hand through his hair. âHeâs all tough guy exterior, but heâs got a sentimental side, and heâs pretty good at photography.â
I smile as we keep walking. I love hearing about Jayâs family and childhood. I feel even closer to him the more I learn.
âYou know, growing up, I used to go down to the beach at sunrise and do yoga, then sneak back in before breakfast,â I confess. âProbably one of the naughtiest things Iâve done.â
âOh, I know thatâs not true.â Jayâs eyes glint at me. âI can see you doing that, though. Yoga next to the water, like some kind of ocean goddess.â His eyes crinkle at the corners.
âMaybe more beached whale,â I say.
âHolly, stop.â Jay catches my hands and I stop walking to face him. His eyes hold mine. âStop putting yourself down. Canât you see what I and everyone else sees? You have a beautiful spirit. Youâre a loving person who would do anything for your friends. And you always try to see the best in people.â He dusts his finger across my bottom lip. âAnd youâre cute and funny, itâs one of the things I noticed about you first.â
I blush under his intense gaze.
âThank you,â I mumble. âI wonât call myself a whale again.â
âNo, or youâll have me to answer to.â
âI wouldnât want to be in your bad book.â I raise my eyebrows at him.
âNo, baby, you wouldnât,â he says as he pulls me in for a kiss. His lips are warm against mine, his tongue gently finding my own. His hands slide down to my bum and pull me against him. We stay wrapped in each otherâs arms, as though we are the only two people in the world. âCome on, Berry,â he says, finally releasing me. âOtherwise, Iâm going to get you naked right here in the sand.â
âYouâre very sure about yourself,â I joke as I take a few steps away from him and into the edges of the waves. Before he can respond, I draw my leg back and kick the water, sending a shower of shimmering droplets all over him.
Jay looks down at his wet T-shirt and then back up at me.
âOh, you did not just do that!â
I kick the water again, getting it as high as his face this time.
âOh, I so did, pretty boy,â I shriek as his face takes on a âthis means businessâ look and he lunges toward me.
âUh-uh-uh,â I tut, sidestepping him and ducking low under his arm. He goes to turn after me, but trips over my foot as I run. Itâs like a slow motion shot in a comedy film, where he tries to get his balance, but itâs too little too late. I canât do anything but watch as he tumbles down into the edge of the water, soaking himself from head to toe.
I gasp and clasp my hands over my mouth to stop the hysterical giggle thatâs forming in my stomach from escaping.
âWhat theâ¦?â Jay stands up, his clothes soaked through. His wet T-shirt is now see through and clinging to his pecs, his nipples visible through the thin fabric. Itâs one of the hottest things Iâve ever seenâas well as being hilarious.
My shoulders are shaking, trying to hold it in, but itâs all too much. I erupt into giggles, unable to even speak. Tears run down my cheeks as I look him up and down.
His eyes meet mine and narrow, a dangerous glint in them.
âNo, Jay,â I splutter, backing away from him as he takes a step toward me, eyeing me like a cat eyes its prey. âJay!â I say as he steps toward me again. âIt was an accident!â I squeal as I laugh again.
Heâs coming toward me again with every intention of soaking me too. I turn and run up the beach, laughing and screaming as he takes chase.
We play the game all the way back up the road to his parentsâ house. As Iâm running up to the house, I see his dad mowing the front lawn.
âHi, Bill!â I wave as I nip past him toward the safety of the house.
âHolly.â He chuckles in greeting. Then he notices Jay behind me. âAlright there, son, got a bit wet, did you?â He laughs as Jay follows me in through the front door.
I head into the kitchen and put the shopping bag down on the side.
âWe got the mozzarella,â I say brightly to Sheila, whoâs washing some tomatoes in the sink.
âOh, thank you, Holly.â Then she sees Jay behind me. âJay! What happened?â Her eyes widen. âYouâre dripping all over the floor! Take those wet clothes off! Iâll put them straight in the wash.â
âSure thing, Mom,â Jay says in his deep, sexy voice, a smirk playing on his lips.
She turns her attention back to the tomatoes. âAh! Basil, I knew Iâd forgotten something.â She smiles at me as she heads out into the garden.
Jayâs eyes hold mine as he pulls his T-shirt up over his head, then unbuttons his jeans and slides them down, before peeling off his boxer shorts, dropping them all on the floor next to him in a soggy heap.
I stand there and my eyes widen as I take in his tanned, toned physique. His biceps look even larger than ever, his abs are rock hard, the perfect V down past his hips, and then oh my God, his cock. Iâve never really looked at it when itâs not hard before, but itâs large and thick, hanging between his legs.
As Iâm staring, Blake comes in through the back door and glances at Jay. âYep, still only the bigger brother in age,â he says casually as he continues into the house.
Jay grabs a tea towel off the side and holds it across his front as Sheila comes back in from the garden and deposits a mound of basil leaves on the kitchen side. She gathers Jayâs wet clothes off the floor, not batting an eyelid.
âWell, donât stand there all day, Jay. Go get in the shower and wash the sand off.â
As she turns, she gives me a small wink and I realize sheâs trying not to laugh.
âFine.â Jayâs amused eyes are still on mine. Iâm going to pay for this later. âI wonât be long.â He turns and walks up the hallway, and I get a glorious view of his tight ass.
âCup of tea, Holly?â I have to break my ogling stare away from Jay to answer Sheila.
âYes, please. Iâll make it.â
We sit together out on the swing seat with our drinks, while Jay has a shower, and Blake helps Bill in the front garden.
âWe saw Robâs mum in town,â I say to Sheila, not sure whether I should mention it.
Sheila sighs. âThat poor woman has been through so much. Losing a child like that. Itâs a parentsâ worst nightmare.â
âShe seemed happy to see Jay.â I blow on my tea before taking a sip.
âOh, she would be. Sheâs always loved Jay. He was a good friend to Rob. They were inseparable, thick as thieves.â Sheila smiles at a memory. âJay took it hard. Heâs always blamed himself. Thought he could have done more. But he couldnât. No one could,â she says sadly. âIâm so pleased he met you, Holly.â She turns to me, her eyes sparkling. âItâs the happiest Iâve seen him in a long time. Youâve brought him back to the present. Heâs been stuck in the past for so long.â
âI havenât done anything,â I say, looking into her kind eyes.
âYou may not think you have, Holly, but Iâm his mother and I can see it.â She rests her hand on my knee. âPlus, itâs nice to have another female around. Youâve seen the levels of testosterone I have to put up with in this house!â She laughs.
I laugh too. Sheâs an incredibly special and strong woman to have raised two men like Jay and Blake.
âWhat are you two laughing at?â We look up and Jay has appeared, fresh out of the shower. Heâs wearing a pair of blue shorts that match his eyes and a white sleeveless vest. His hair is still wet. He looks edible. I gulp and stare at him.
âNothing, dear.â Sheila smiles, patting his arm on her way past into the house. âJust girl talk.â
Jay looks at me questioningly, but I just smile at him as he sits down next to me. I get a sudden hit of his fresh skin and my nipples harden. Itâs insane the effect he has on my body, just being near me.
âYou know, Iâm going to get you back,â he says calmly, looking ahead at the garden.
âOh, I know, Iâm looking forward to it.â I smile. He has no idea how much.
We have a great evening. Sheila makes a homemade pasta bake with melted mozzarella, and a salad from things she and Bill have grown in the garden. Jay and Blake take turns trying to tell the most embarrassing story about the other one, and Sheila and Bill trump them every time with stories of them as kids. Iâm sad when the evening ends and itâs time to say good night.
Jay and I go up to the guest room. Itâs pretty, painted pale cream with a white wooden bed and floral bedding. Sheila has left us a jug of water and glasses on top of some drawers. Next to that, a small vase of roses picked from the garden.
I use the en suite bathroom and put on a white satin slip with thin straps that Jay hasnât seen before. When I come out, heâs lying on the bed and his eyes roam up and down my body, coming back to rest on the curves of my hips and breasts. He swallows and puts his hand to his chin, rubbing his fingers over his stubble as his eyes stay fixed on my body.
Climbing into bed next to him, I cuddle into his side. âWhat a shame weâre at your parentsâ house and have to behave ourselves,â I tease, tracing my fingers over his chest.
âLike hell we do,â Jay says, and in a flash heâs over the top of me, his legs between mine, spreading them. His hands hold my wrists down on either side of my head. âYou need to make it up to me for your behavior at the beach earlier,â he says as his mouth finds my nipples and he sucks and bites them through the fabric.
âAww.â I wriggle underneath him. âAnd how am I supposed to make it up to you?â
âGive me your body to do as I please,â he says as he bites my nipple again and my back arches off the bed toward him.
âI canât be quiet, Jay,â I moan as he kisses my neck at the same time as sliding two fingers inside my panties and against my wet skin.
âYes, you can, and you will,â he orders as he pulls my panties to the side and presses his hard, slick tip against me.
So, he wants it dirty and fast. Okay, baby, I can give you what you want.
âBut it feels so good when you fill me up with your big cock, I canât help but scream,â I whisper in his ear with mock innocence.
âGod, Holly,â he groans, âyou know what you fucking do to me when you talk like that.â
I pretend I donât know what heâs talking about.
âWhen I talk like what?â I bring my hands up into his hair and tug between my fingers, knowing exactly what this does to him too.
âOh, fuck,â Jay groans and pushes his cock inside me. I bite my lip to stop myself crying out in ecstasy. Heâs big and rock hard, stretching me deliciously around him.
âYou feel so good, so tight,â he growls into my ear as he slides out and pushes back in hard.
I throw my head back and am about to moan when Jay clamps his hand over my mouth.
âQuiet, remember, baby.â His blue eyes are dark with desire as he pulls back and then sinks in deeper. His eyes are on fire as he stares back at me, his hand firmly over my mouth. Fuck, this is so arousing. Iâm completely at his mercy and itâs so hot. He knows this is doing it for me as he grins and then slams into me again. My eyes roll back in my head and I pull his hair harder, lifting my hips to meet his.
His face is just inches from mine as he fucks me. I can barely move. All I can do is lie there and take it, my moans muffled against his hand.
âIâm going to fuck you harder now, baby, but remember you need to be quiet,â Jay growls.
I nod underneath his hand, my eyes pleading with him to do it. Not being able to scream out in release is torture.
Jay pulls back and drives into me hard. I whimper against his hand as he does it again and again, building up a relentless pace. Thankfully, the bed isnât moving. All I can hear is our breathing. Our foreheads press against each other as he pumps into me with his hips, circling them each time, his body rubbing against my swollen clit.
Pressure builds inside me. I part my legs wider and Jay seems to know whatâs about to happen. He slams into me harder and harder, circling against my clit each time, his hand still over my mouth. I canât hold it anymore; I arch up away from the bed as my orgasm rips through me. I moan but Jay tightens his grip over my mouth and fucks me harder.
Itâs so intense that I have to do something to stop myself moaning loud enough that Iâm heard through his hand. I force my mouth open under his fingers and sink my teeth down into his flesh as contraction after contraction from my body tightens around his cock.
Jay sucks his breath in, and then he buries his face between my neck and the pillow, muffling his groans as he comes deep inside me. His cock jerks and pulses inside me, and I clench down on it to squeeze every drop out inside me. I want all of him.
He brings his face back up to mine and takes his hand off my mouth, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue dives into my mouth, finding mine, sucking and tasting, not able to get enough.
Weâre both panting as he stops and grins at me.
âI think I almost lost a finger.â He brings his hand up and turns it so I can see the deep red teeth marks around it.
âJay!â I grab his hand and pull it closer to my face to get a better look.
Oh my God, Iâve hurt him.
âIâm so sorry, are you okay?â
âHolly, Iâm better than okay.â He beams at me, shaking his head. âIâm fucking amazing!â
I guess fingers come after mind-blowing sex on his priority list.