And here it is. Update number eight. I'm exhausted.

This is the last chapter in book two and the end of Soap's POV. I'm working on book three now which will be back in Lola's POV and it will pick up where this one leaves off.

I so hope you enjoy all of the updates. I know it's a lot to take in at once but just think of it as being like when Netflix released the whole second series of OITNB on the one day and every single fan went crazy with happiness. Not comparing myself to OITNB, but you get the gist.

Hopefully the end of this chapter makes you all a little bit happy.

As always, I absolutely adore all your reviews, PM's and other general loveliness towards this story so keep it coming. I have every intention of having the first chapter of book three up by Sunday night.

Lots of love and big kisses! xxx

Soap had walked back to the hotel with Wallcroft's two "conquests". He wished there was a better word for them, he really, really did, but that;s exactly what they were. He had watched Wallcroft run off with Lola hoisted onto his shoulders and had found himself grinning at the sound of her laughter puncturing the night air as Wallcroft declared himself to be Batman.

By the time the rest of the group had reached the hotel, Wallcroft and Lola had situated themselves back in the bar. Wallcroft was wearing his shirt like a normal human being, not a batman, and they were laughing loudly. The group ordered one more round of drinks from the bar, which was now thankfully devoid of the pretty blonde girl, and settled themselves into the comfy chairs to laugh about Wallcroft's antics.

"Do you remember the year he scaled the hotel and slept on the roof?"

Wallcroft winced. "Not my finest hour, I'll admit."

He was squashed in between the two brunettes and was absentmindedly playing with their hair while they snuggled against his chest. Soap found himself looking at Lola, wishing that they could sit the same way. She seemed to pick up his train of thought and sent a surreptitious smile his way. One by one, the lads and their girls all disappeared towards the bedrooms. Eager to use their time for things other than listening to Wallcroft talk.

"My favourite was my first year when he tried to pimp me out for a kebab." Lola grinned at him.

Wallcroft looked at her with slightly drunk, hazy eyes. "I'm mad about you, you gorgeous little pest." He reached forward, disturbing the two girls either side of him and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I'm so glad that Price found you."

"The feeling's mutual." She smiled at him. "97% of the time."

"What about the other 3%?" Soap asked.

"That other 3% of the time, I want to kill him."

"My darling Lo..." He stretched his arms around the two girls, who beamed at the reinstated attention. "They say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin."

She smirked at him, and drained her glass. The girl to Wallcroft's left leant in and whispered something in his ear. Wallcroft's ears turned pink.

"You want to put your finger where?!"

The girl started laughing. Lola turned to Soap and rolled her eyes.

"And on that note, we should be going back to our room." Wallcroft winked at Soap.

It suddenly dawned on Soap why there were two girls. One was for him. He felt panic stricken. That moment that he and Lola had shared while they had been dancing... surely that had meant something? He looked up at Lola who was standing up and gathering her things from the table. She was steadfastly ignoring his eye contact.

The moment was, quite clearly, over.

The fivesome left the bar and headed towards the lift with the two girls walking either side of Lola and Wallcroft hanging back to talk to Soap.

"Mate, I'm in such a good mood." He slapped him on the back. "In fact, I'm in such a good mood that I'll let you pick which one you want."

He looked at Soap as though he had just offered him a million pound. Soap turned to look at the girls.

"They look the same."

Wallcroft scoffed. "How insulting." He pointed at the girl on the left. "Jessica clearly has a better arse." He switched his attention to the girl on the right. "While AJ has the better boobs and face."

Soap couldn't tear his eyes away from the girl smack bang in the middle of Jessica and AJ. He didn't know if it was the heels or the dress but Lola was walking with a wiggle. He watched as her arse sashayed from side to side. Remember the theory that you could be hypnotized simply by watching something swing from side to side? If that theory had been true, Soap would have been completely under by now. He thought back to their shared moment in KoKo. The feeling of her body pressed up against him, the taste of her skin... He wanted to bite every single inch of her body and feel the goosebumps beneath his lips.

The trio of girls stopped at the lift.

"I mean, you don't even have to choose." Wallcroft said. "We're blood brothers now."

What the hell fire did that even mean?

"It's kind of an unspoken rule that we all just switch around. All the lads leave their doors on the latch and we just come and go as we please."

Soap didn't really know how to respond. Wallcroft was, essentially, inviting him to a huge SAS orgy. Soap felt kind of jealous that Price was so inebriated right now that he had no clue what was going on. He would give anything to rewind the past thirty seconds and pretend that one of his best mates hadn't just, a) referred to him as a blood brother and b) invited him to a huge free for all.

The doors to the lift pinged open and Lola stepped inside followed by the two girls.

"Just think about it, eh? We'll have fun." Wallcroft grinned. "And if you're really awkward about it, I won't even look at your dick."

It was like entering the twilight zone.

Except a thousand times more horrible.

He followed Wallcroft into the lift, pushing past the two girls and squeezing against the back wall next to Lola. She was fiddling around in her bag, her hair covering her face. He wished that she would make eye contact with him. Wished that she would offer him some sort of reprieve that would allow him to escape the huge free for all that was about to take place in his room.

"Do you know how special the two of you are?" Wallcroft was talking to Jessica and AJ who were lapping up his every word. The three of them had their backs to Lola and Soap. Without warning the two girls started kissing. Soap turned to look at Lola who had finally stopped rustling around her bag. She remained silent but rolled her eyes with a smirk. Wallcroft turned to Soap with his thumbs up, his face the picture of sheer, unadulterated joy before he turned back to watch the show, Beside him Lola shifted closer to Soap, her hand reaching for his. He looked at her as she raised her finger to her lips. It was a command. Keep quiet. There was a pen in her hand. She flipped his palm around to face her and gently pressed it down against his skin. Reception. Berkeley.

He looked at her.

What the hell did that mean?

This was worse than Price and his bloody SAS riddles.

The doors pinged and she dropped his hand. Jessica and AJ stopped kissing and walked out of the lift. Wallcroft pulled Soap by his sleeve.

"So, I want everyone to remember that flies spread diseases." She reached for a button inside the lift and the doors began to shut. "So keep yours closed."

And with a wink, she was gone. Soap wished that he had a clue which floor she was heading for but The Berkeley was one of those fancy hotels that didn't have the digital display of which floor the lift was currently heading to.

"Coming, mate?" Wallcroft asked him.

"I've just got to go down to reception." Wallcroft rolled his eyes at him. "I forgot to order breakfast."

"You'll be too busy eating me to bother with breakfast." AJ said, reaching forward and grabbing his hand.

Soap was traumatised.

"Hear that mate?" Wallcroft asked. "Better than a full english any day of the week."

He pressed the button on the lift.

"Why don't you go and start, and I'll be back in a minute?"

He hated himself for even saying it. He had no intentions of going anywhere near that room for the night. He looked down at his hand. Maybe reception was Lola's way of silently telling him that he should just cut his losses and go and book himself a room for the night? His three companions seemed placated with his words and nodded their approval before turning around and heading towards the room. Soap jabbed at the button for the lift repeatedly. He wanted to get away before any of them had second thoughts about letting him go. Thankfully the lift arrived. He stepped in and exhaled loudly. He reached down to push the button for reception but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a small piece of paper folded up on the floor.

The was a picture of a bar of Soap drawn on it.

He bent down to pick up the scrap of paper. Turning it over there was another drawing. A copy of the lift button system and the numbers 2, 4 and 8 circled. There was a small arrow attached to each circle and another number next to it. 3, 1 and 2. He looked at the buttons and wordlessly pressed 4, 8 and 2. The lift began to move. He folded up the piece of paper and placed it in his back pocket. Three seconds later it stopped and the doors slid open.

A secret floor?

Ahead of him there was a sign. Opus Suite with an arrow pointing left and Berkeley Suite with an arrow pointing right.

Wallcroft's words flooded back into his mind.

"Price has booked her into one of the suites."

He looked down at his hand.

Berkeley.

He exited the lift like a man possessed. This was her calling card. She had felt it too. He followed the plush corridor around until he came face to face with a solid white door. There was a rose gold plate situated on the wall next to it.

Berkeley Suite.

Was this actually going to happen? Was he going to be with her? It wasn't even really about the sex. Sure, he wanted to consume her, wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him and make her groan and shudder. But even more than that, he wanted to just kiss her. Hold her in his arms and kiss her. Even if they didn't have sex that night, a kiss would be enough to satisfy him. He had waited eight weeks just to see her face again.

Her face.

Her beautiful, beautiful face.

He strode towards the door with purpose.

It was on the latch, a tiny gap between the door and the room peered through at him.

Wordlessly, he pushed it open.

She was waiting at the end of the entrance.

"Close the door." She ordered.

He heard the bite in her voice and knew.

He clicked the door shut. The noise reverberated around the room as they stared at one another.

He could see it in her eyes. Something had changed. She strode towards him, determination blazed across her face. She stopped in front of him, their bodies almost touching. In her heels she was an inch or two shorter than him, so she raised her face to look him in the eyes.

"Before..." She started. "You asked me what it is that I wanted." She stared at him. "Ask me again."

Soap placed his hands on her hips and swivelled her around, pushing her up against the door with his own body.

He bent his lips down to her ear.

"What do you want, Lo?

Wordlessly, she moved her hands to his face. Her palms rested against his cheeks and she brushed her thumbs slowly, pointedly across the soft skin under his eyes.

"You." She growled. "Now."

And they were kissing. His lips crashing down against hers with a force that he had never known could come from his own body. He still had her pinned up against the door. She pushed her hips up towards him and he pushed the hem of her dress higher up her thighs.

"Take it off." She mumbled between kisses. Her teeth grazed against his lip and his dick sprang to life suddenly aware that it may be of use. His hands reached up to her neck and he fumbled with the button that was holding the entire dress together. The button popped open and she shimmied out of the white fabric.

He stopped kissing her and took a step back. He had thought about her naked more often than he cared to count. Her fondness of wearing lycra vests and leggings for their training hadn't really left much to the imagination but seeing her in just a nude coloured thong before him was better than he could have ever imagined. She leant back against the door and stared at him. His eyes went straight to her boobs. Mostly because he was a man and it was in his nature, but also because of the deep, shallow breaths rising from her chest from the fevered kissing. They were a nice handful, perfectly proportional to her body with dark, dusky nipples. He dropped to his knees in front of her and placed his hands on either side of her hips. Her skin was soft, warm. He kissed her stomach. The toned, tanned flesh erupting into goosebumps beneath his lips. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as he moved his mouth down to her thighs.

"Remember that it's been six years, Soap." She gasped, tightening her grip as he moved from one thigh to the other, momentarily pausing at the delicate space between the two.

He looked up at her before standing up, his hands shaking the bow tie free from his collar.

"Six years?" He bent down to kiss her again. His lips brushing softly against hers. She groaned against him. He slipped his hands around her arse, and lifted her with ease. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and laughed into his lips. The sound made him smile. "We don't have a second to waste then do we?"