Page 67 of Finding Jacob
“This is heaven,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning against Jacob.
“Mmm, sure is.” Jacob had moved to the side of the pool and had his arms outstretched along the edge. His eyes were closed, and his face raised to the sun. I let go and floated around, moving to the edge so I could look over and down to the sea.
I swam over to him, again, curling my legs around his waist. That time, however, I reached between us and stroked his cock. He was instantly hard and slid inside me with ease. He gripped my hips and I floated back on the water. He rocked in and out gently, causing small waves to wash over my body. When I didn’t want gentle anymore, I lifted myself up. Jacob walked us backwards to the step where he sat, and I rode him hard.
We spent an idyllic week in Crete. Jacob cooked, and we ate on the terrace. We swam and sunbathed, slept and relaxed. We made love, we fucked hard, we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms at night, sometimes outside on the daybed, and sometimes in the villa’s master bedroom. We visited restaurants and we were warmly greeted by the locals. And we talked. We didn’t stop talking about everything and nothing. We shared our childhood memories and we laughed. We covered all the topics we should have done if we’d dated.
It was our last night and we sat in a restaurant overlooking the sea.
“I can understand why you love it here,” I said.
“I need to take you to Spain. If you love it here, you’ll love it there.”
“I’ve been to Madrid, although that was for a show. Oh, and Barcelona when I was younger. Probably too young to appreciate it, though. Let me guess, you have a home there as well?”
“I like to invest in property, way safer than banks,” he said, laughing.
“Where else do you have homes?”
“Dubai, although that’s an apartment. The apartments in New York and London, here and Spain, that’s all.”
He poured me a glass of sparkling water. “Which one is your favourite?” I asked.
“Hampshire is my main home, I guess. I visit Dubai once every three months, same for New York. I haven’t been here in a year, and I haven’t been to Spain in about the same time.”
“What happens to the properties when you’re not there?” I asked.
“Sometimes they are used by colleagues, sometimes just shut up. I have locals who look after here and Spain when I’m not around. The guy who picked us up? He stays here when I’m not.”
“Where does he go when you are?”
Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “Hotel, back to the UK, or working.”
“Does he work for you?”
“They all work for me in one way or another,” he said, smiling.
I felt that owning property and not using it was a waste, personally.
We had finished our meal and sipped our wine; it was time to head back to the villa. Jacob had driven and instead of taking the turn to head up to the villa, he turned in the opposite direction. He parked in a small car park and opened my door for me.
“Let’s walk for a little while,” he said, taking my hand.
The moon was full and high, it shrouded the beach in a silvery glow. I slipped off my shoes and walked barefoot, holding his hand. The sand was cool beneath my feet. I felt content and happy.
“This is a beautiful place,” I said. He looked down at me and smiled.
“Let’s sit. I used to do this for hours when I was younger and after...”
We had stopped towards the end of the small beach, there was an outcrop of rocks jutting into the sea. We sat on the sand, our backs resting against a rock and, for a moment, just listened to the waves breaking on the shore.
“Does it feel odd for you? You know... You haven’t had a partner for a while. Or maybe you have, I don’t know, but you know what I mean?” I stumbled through my question.
He chuckled. “I haven’t had any serious partners... Until now.” He took my hand and raised it to his lips. “And yes, it feels odd but only in the sense that I didn’t think I could feel this way again.”
He twisted to face me. “I didn’t think I could love again, and what I feel for you and our child outstrips what I’ve felt before. I feel guilty for that, but also know that’s irrational. I feel like I should hold back, and I don’t want to. I guess... I guess I need something, or someone, to tell me it’s okay, what I feel is fine and I’m not being disloyal to... To Eleanor.”
For a moment I didn’t know what to say. I don’t think I’d ever met a man so honest and open, but then, he was older than me. Wiser, for sure.
