Chapter 12
Twelve
JAMIE
Ihave never felt like such a fuck up in my entire life. There has never been anything so profound, so important for me to mess up. Which is why when my dad calls me right after Violet leaves, I'm tongue-tied.
"Jamie? What's wrong?" my dad asks, sounding gruff. Mom's voice is muffled in the background, but I can tell she's concerned.
Groaning, I flop my head back on my couch. "I fucked up, Dad."
"What did you do? Is Violet okay?"
My parents have known about Violet for years and are constantly asking about her. Not in a pressuring way, but with a need to check in and make sure she's doing well.
Violet doesn't know how invested my parents are in me winning her heart, and it's going to stay that way until I get her to meet them. Mom will wrap her in a hug and give away all my secrets, I just know it.
"I—" My throat clogs with emotion.
"Is she with you?" Mom asks and tells my dad to put me on speakerphone. "Let me talk to her."
At that, I smile. Lucy Murphy is the kindest woman in existence. Who I know for a fact is going to ream my ass when she hears about what I said to Violet. My mother already considers Violet her own in a way.
My smile fades as I sigh. "She left. I said some shit I shouldn't have and—"
"What did you say?" Mom cuts me off, her tone as harsh as it can get. Last time I heard it, she was scolding one of the MC brothers for his vulgar language at the tattoo shop when ladies were present.
What a day that was...
"Jamie!" Dad snaps, and I'm suddenly grateful we aren't on a video call.
Fuck. "I told her she needs to get over what happened to her mom."
Exactly as I predicted, my parents demand to know the full story. I offer them part of it and explain my feelings on the matter. They provide ideas of what she must have been thinking, which makes me feel so much fucking worse.
By the end of the call, I'm on the verge of tears and an anxiety attack. Calling a cab to take me to a bar with the best liquor is the best plan I can come up with at this point in the night.
An unknown amount of alcohol later, something touches my arm. No, someone. Which I'm only able to distinguish by the voice coming from near my shoulder since I refuse to lift my head and face the world.
"Alright," a manly voice begins. "I couldn't come up with a pick up line, so I'm hoping my honesty at least earns me a glance beyond your jawline."
Shocked enough to look up at the man, I'm a little stunned by how someone masculine can be so.
..so...pretty. His short brown hair is a mess of waves, and he keeps his scruff close to his striking face.
Brown eyes gleam at me, but that's not what really catches my attention.
The man behind him eyeing me like a snack with an arm wrapped around the guy touching me does.
"Excuse me?" I murmur, a bit weirded out by these two men.
"Love the man bun," the other guy says with a lift of his chin. In the low lighting of the bar, I notice he too has a man bun; but his hair is much lighter than mine, and the beard he's rocking sets us apart. Well, that and his incredibly wide chest and muscles. Is this a real-life lumberjack?
A snort from the leaner man startles me. "No, Nate is not a lumberjack. He does work with wood, though. And he's really good at it," he adds, winking at me.
My dick jolts, enjoying the way his voice deepens with his dumb innuendo. I've been with plenty of men before, but I've always preferred women. Or at least I have since I met Violet.
"Aw, no frowning." The short-haired guy introduces himself. "I’m Ellis."
"Jamie," I respond politely, still uncertain what the couple wants from me. It's obvious they're together in some capacity.
Ellis watches me glance down at the buff arm around his waist. "I'll cut to the chase since it's clear my partner can't keep his hands off of me. We're looking for a third tonight and maybe onward too. Let us buy you a drink, show you a good time, and see what happens?"
Nate leans in to Ellis and whispers something, then Ellis adds in, "Please."
I cannot get a read on these two for the life of me. What I do know is my dick is hard from the attention and how taboo what's happening right now is. And my heart hurts a little less under their intense gaze.
"Actually," I say, twisting on my stool to face them. Ellis licks his lips as he looks me up and down. I'm guessing the bigger guy could match my dominance, and I'm feeling the urge to test Ellis a little. "Why don't we move to a booth and you show me just how interested you are, Ellis?"
His eyes flare with surprise and lust. Glancing at Nate, they seem to share a silent conversation before Ellis nods.
My stomach flips with a bit of nausea, but I battle it back. I'm not in a committed relationship. I've fucked up so bad I'm not sure I'll ever be forgiven, and these two would just be an escape. Just how Violet was using me.
As my heart clenches, I stand and realize Ellis and I are the exact same height. Nate seems to be a few inches taller which will be interesting. No it won’t because they are just a distraction.
Nodding to the back corner, I lead the way with my drink in my hand. I'm not so drunk I can't walk straight or think properly. Just drunk enough that I'm making questionable choices and falling into a pattern I told myself I was done with.
Once I've settled myself in the center of the round booth, I rest my arms above the back cushion and relax. "Sit," I command Ellis, using the power I have in this situation to my advantage.
He moves so he’s between me and Nate, so I'm betting he's the one that wants to do the touching. As I suspected, Ellis licks his lips and slides in until he's inches from me. Nate sticks to Ellis' side and watches us with a keen eye.
"Voyeur?" I ask, not willing to shoot the shit right now. Maybe in the morning I'll realize I'm being a dick, but Nate doesn't even bat an eye when he nods.
Smirking at the big man, I wait for him to stop his man when Ellis reaches for me. Lean fingers open the buttons of my shirt without hesitation. They've done this before.
Quickly I down the last of my beverage and sink into Ellis' sensual touch. Honestly, he is too soft. Nothing like Violet's desperate need to feel my skin on hers.
"Underneath the table," I bite out, trying to keep myself calm but am getting more agitated the longer this stranger is taking to suck my dick.
"No," Ellis replies, not even looking me in the eye. He just watches my chest heave with exertion as he drags his blunt nails across my abs. "You can wait. I want to see if I like what we picked out first."
What the fuck? Maybe my assumptions about him were wrong. He's not completely submissive. When I catch his eye, there's something hard there that confuses me. But I don't care about the interesting complexity of this couple. Not one bit.
"I'm not merchandise." My argument is weak, especially when he pinches my nipple.
"No?" Ellis hums. "Pretty sure I'm trying you on for size before we exchange numbers."
"Relax," Nate rumbles to both of us when Ellis and I continue to glare at one another. "Enjoy. Both of you."
"Fuck off," I snap at the big guy. My annoyance dissipates when Ellis slips beneath the table when I look away. "Fuck."
"Ellis likes to push buttons," Nate murmurs, eyeing me like he's making sure I don't kill his partner.
"I—Fuck," I groan. Ellis wastes no time pulling my dick from my jeans. His hand is hot and firm as he grips my solid length.
Nate nods, eyes flicking beneath the table and back up to me rapidly.
Where Violet teases me and drives me wild with need, Ellis swallows me whole immediately. I fight to keep my arms on the backrest of the booth. The darkness of the bar and thumping music hide our activities, but in no way do they steal from the complete sexiness of this moment.
A man in a fucking relationship is sucking my cock in a public space, while his partner watches with so much intensity the pressure in my balls is already building.
"Ellis," I grunt as his tongue swirls around the head of my cock. Then he's swallowing around me, making me feel every contraction of his tight fucking throat.
"That's good. He likes it when you moan his name," Nate says like he can read his partner’s mind.
I barely register his words though because the added rumble from Nate rises me higher and higher until I'm barely hanging on. Then, fucking hell, Ellis gags and digs his fingers into my legs like he needs to hold on for dear life.
He does. Copper fills my mouth as I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from shouting as I spill my cum inside Ellis' hot fucking mouth. I don't even care if he swallows—all I know is these two stole my worries and gave me pleasure for five minutes.
They might be the drug I'm looking for.