Chapter 9
Jackson
Life kept me busy for a few days after I’d snuck into Kiera’s house. It was probably for the best; otherwise, I would have returned every damn night to get a taste of her delectable pussy.
One taste had been like a hit of nicotine flowing through my veins, and I was desperately craving my next hit. But like I said, life kept me busy.
James had been organizing a group of his men to fly to Peartree House to collect the girl who would become his wife.
I’d never seen my buddy in such a state; he was convinced the director of the program would somehow make Willow—James’ wife-to-be—disappear, and to ease his worry, I volunteered to join the party.
I’ll admit, Willow was not what I was expecting. The poor girl looked like she was going to have a heart attack from the fear of finding four guys waiting for her in the middle of the night, each of us built like gladiators.
She hardly spoke throughout the journey, and the other guys who formed the party joked that she had no chance of surviving James’ brutal temper. I, on the other hand, disagreed. There was something about her, though I couldn’t say what, that told me she was exactly what James needed.
Only time would tell.
Not that James had much time to get to know his new bride. After I’d delivered Willow to him for the most unromantic wedding, I spent the afternoon distracting myself from thoughts of Kiera by researching a contract that had come through.
The target was in New York and was a very high-profile subject, which was going to make things tricky to get to him.
Still, after pulling James away from spending his wedding night with his new bride, we concocted a plan and flew out the next morning to meet Zayden, Brody, and Cleo to help us execute our plan—and the target.
Once our job was done, and our target’s murder painted all over the news as suicide, we headed to a club to celebrate.
“Here’s to a job well done,” I said, raising my shot glass to James and Zayden, who, for once, wasn’t attached to his brother.
Brody was somewhere in the club, though; the twins were never far from each other.
Cleo was also missing from our table, having returned to the job she was working on.
She’d been trained to honeytrap men, but it sounded like her current job was piss easy, and she had moaned like a bitch about not being able to join us.
“To one less asshole in the world,” Zayden replied, wincing as he downed the tequila, James and I copying. Slamming his glass on the table, he stood. “I’m going to go find my brother. He’s with a girl who wants a twin sandwich.”
He winked before disappearing into the crowd, and a devious grin lifted my lips as I scooted closer to James. “Maybe we should find a woman who wants a Jackson and a James sandwich,” I suggested as I topped up our shot glasses. “It’s been a while since we tag-teamed pussy.”
Yet, as the words poured from my mouth, they left a sour taste when Kiera’s face flashed before me. She’d faked her orgasm the other night. It had been so obvious to me, even if her attempt was well practiced.
After I’d left her house, all night I’d been thinking about it, wondering what she really sounded like when she came, and if Alec had ever heard her cries of pleasure, or if she faked it for him every time he fucked her.
Honestly, it wouldn’t have surprised me. I’d been studying both Alec and Kiera closely over the last week through the cameras I’d asked Zayden and Brody to install inside her house, along with the text messages they exchanged.
To say their relationship was interesting would be an understatement, and if I were a betting man—which I was—I would bet that neither of them were happy in their relationship, and Alec was no doubt fucking women behind Kiera’s back.
Whatever. It was their business, and Kiera wasn’t exactly a fucking saint.
A point I proved when I snuck into her bedroom to fuck her throat. Not once did she attempt to wake Alec and cry for help. Not that he would have woken. One of the many things I’d learned about him was that he was a glutton for red wine.
It had been too fucking easy to send him a bottle from a ‘client’ thanking him for all his hard work in a recent investment.
He didn’t know that the wine was laced with a slow-releasing sedative that was strong enough to knock out a baby elephant for a few hours.
Nor did he know that I watched from the comfort of my car as he drank glass after glass before finally passing out.
The whole time my cock was in Kiera’s mouth, I’d known there was no chance of Alec waking, but seeing her panic, that had been a lot of fun, and a step toward my goal of making Kiera realize the power I now held over her.
“Not interested,” James huffed, interrupting my thoughts of his sister.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” I barked, not meaning to snap, but frustrated that Kiera was invading my brain.
It had taken me years to get her out of my head after she betrayed me, and now, she was sneaking back in.
“You’ve been a miserable cunt from the minute we boarded the plane to come here.
Don’t tell me you’re missing your wife?”
He stared at his drink for an eternity, a scowl fixed on his face, and as I watched him, waiting for his reply, I couldn’t help but wonder what Willow had done to get into my buddy’s head so quickly.
“Fine, don’t answer me. You carry on being a miserable bastard, I’m going to find me some pussy.” I snatched the bottle of tequila off the table after James had refilled his glass but not mine, and stormed off in the same direction Zayden had left not so long ago.
Fuck James. And Fuck Kiera, too.
All I needed was fresh pussy to get her out of my head.
“Nice room,” the blonde said as I closed the door to my suite and took my jacket off.
“If you like this, you should see the bedroom,” I replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me.
Cliche? Yes. But I didn’t give a fuck. This wasn’t going to be anything more than a cunt to lose myself in for the night, and she’d already told me that she was a sure thing; I wasn’t going to waste time trying to charm her into bed.
Hell, I couldn’t even remember her name. Jade? No, that had been her friend whom I told to go and cheer James up.
Truthfully, Jade was getting on my last nerve and kept cock blocking me from her friend, who was now nibbling her way along my jawline. I would have eaten my own hat if James had actually taken Jade back to his hotel room and fucked her.
James was many things, but he wasn’t a cheater.
Unlike his sister.
Sliding my hands from…Mary? Marie? Marie, I was certain that was her name. Sliding my hands from Marie’s hips, I cupped her firm ass cheeks, grinding my flaccid cock against her core in a bid to encourage the Little General to get ready.
“Oh yeah?” she crooned, licking the shell of my ear. “Why don’t you show me?”
My stomach churned, and my instinct was to shove her away. Why, though? I had no clue. She was fucking gorgeous and willing. She’d been all over me in the club, whispering all the dirty things she wanted me to do to her, and I couldn’t wait to get her back to the hotel.
But as she began to unbutton my shirt, her long nails trailing down my torso as she peeled the shirt open, I wanted nothing more than to rip her hands off me and tell her to get the fuck out of my room.
I hoped I’d feel differently when we were in the bedroom and I’d stripped her out of her dress. Wanting to hurry things along, I hoisted her into my arms, her thighs wrapping around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom and tossed her callously on the bed.
“Ooh, I had a feeling you would be rough,” she purred, spreading her legs to show me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My gaze dropped to her glistening pussy, but instead of my cock getting hard, it didn’t even so much as twitch.
What the fuck was going on?
“Play with your cunt,” I ordered, frustrated with the Little General for not wanting to play along.
“Hmm, bossy too. I like.”
Marie moved her hand to between her legs, shoving a finger inside herself right down to her knuckle, and moaning as she moved her digit in and out before moving it to rub her clit, her back arching off the bed.
The memory of Kiera laid out before me flashed to the forefront of my mind, and I was instantly transported back to a few nights ago. Marie was no longer lying with her legs spread, but it was Kiera on the bed.
Her deep brown eyes bore into me, her cheeks the perfect shade of pink as she watched me watching her play with herself, her soft, almost unsure moans filling the air. Blood rushed to my cock, and as Kiera kept rubbing herself, my cock began to throb, pressing against my jeans as it hardened.
A growl rumbled in my chest, and the sudden need to rip Kiera’s hand away so I could touch her consumed me. In two steps, I was on the bed, kneeling beside her as I grabbed her hand, yanking it away from her cunt so I could shove them into my mouth to taste her again.
“Do I taste good, baby?” a voice crooned, ruining the fantasy my brain was creating. Roughly, I tugged her fingers free from my mouth and leaped off the bed. “What the?” Marie snapped. “Are you okay?”
I glowered down at her, taking in her blonde hair that fell in long waves down to her waist. Her enormous tits pressed together, her nipples peeking over the top of her dress, and her legs still wide open, exposing her pussy.
Tearing my gaze away from her, disgust curled through me. “Get out.”
“What?” she replied, her tone laced with confusion.
“I said, get out!”
Marie stood, pulling her dress down in a bid to cover up her dignity. “What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bastard? I thought you wanted this?” she sneered, her eyes blazing with fury.
I stomped from the bedroom, heading straight to the minibar as I called over my shoulder, “Yeah, well, I changed my mind. Desperation doesn’t do it for me.”
“Fuck you,” she replied, her voice shaking with anger. “Fuck you all the way to Hell. If you don’t want me, there are a hundred other guys who do.”
The door slammed behind her as she stormed out, echoing around the large space of my suite as her heavy footsteps faded from the hallway.
Sighing, I poured a glass of whiskey and downed it in one, telling myself that the only reason I didn’t want to fuck her was because I’d drunk too much and was tired from how busy the last few days had been.
If I told myself that enough times, maybe I’d start believing it.