Chapter 13
13
J AMES
It’s ten at night when I enter the club.
Sunk in thought, I walk across, straight to our VIP booth.
“What happened to you, man?” Ed asks, his eyes moving over my face. “You look like you’ve been dragged behind a car.”
“Where is she?” Lex asks, tipping his gaze up.
“At my place,” I say dryly, averting my eyes.
“No way.”
I sink into my seat, my gaze swinging up.
Lex looks at me, his eyes filled with curiosity. Ed’s lips tilt into a smile.
“It’s not what you think,” I mutter, my grim mood hovering over the table like a black cloud.
They both look at me, waiting.
I flick my hand up, gesturing dismissively before I tip my head down and run my fingers through my hair.
“It’s a long story,” I mutter, looking around the room to signal a server. “First, I need a drink,” I say, motioning a woman to our table.
I ask for another round of drinks for all of us.
She goes to the bar and returns with three glasses of scotch on rocks.
I toss mine down, welcoming the burning of the alcohol all the way to my stomach.
“I need another one,” I say.
The girl nods and scurries away.
I light a cigarette.
Lex’s eyes stall on my face as he observes me in silence.
“It’s been more than two hours. Care to fill us in?” he says.
“There’s nothing, really.”
He brings his glass to his lips and takes a sip before setting it down.
A slow smile lifts the corners of his mouth.
“How long have we known each other, James?”
“Since we were six,” I say, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
“Exactly. So, don’t play coy with us. How was she?”
“We haven’t had the chance to…”
I pause.
“She’s still a virgin if that’s what you want to know,” I say, holding Lex’s eyes and stifling a grin.
He stays quiet for a second and then laughs.
“Oh, man… I can’t believe this. She sucked you off,” he says, wrestling with disbelief.
Glancing away, I try to hide my smirk, a flashback of her sitting on her knees in front of me jogging my memory.
“How was it?” he asks curiously.
I swing my eyes back to the table.
Ed’s lips curve into a knowing smile.
“Nothing to write home about,” I say dryly, faking coldness.
They look at me suspiciously.
“She’s hot like the dungeons of hell,” I finally say, grinning from ear to ear, and their faces light up. “And different,” I add, washed with pleasure just by thinking of her.
“Hmm... Different, you say,” Lex says after a few more moments, searching my eyes.
I purse my lips.
“Mm-hmm.”
“You might lose your head over her,” he says.
“In what way different?” Ed asks.
“In the worst kind of way...” Lex murmurs. “The kind that lures you with her heart and fucks you like a goddess before she breaks your heart. Am I right, James?”
“You’re fucking right…” I say, nodding slowly, no longer looking at them, my gaze pinned on my drink. “She has no fucking idea how much power lies within her,” I add as I put my cigarette out and look around.
I take a long breath.
“So, who do we have in the house tonight?” I ask, eager to move away from the topic.
“Pretty much anyone who means anything in this town, plus... some family,” Lex says, tilting his chin toward the table on our right, where a cute brunette straddles a young man’s lap.
“Who the hell is that?” I ask.
“Daria Morgan’s husband.”
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JAMES
It’s four in the morning when I pull up in front of my place, the car’s headlights sweeping the windows.
My footsteps break the silence as I walk across the foyer and take the stairs to the second floor.
Quietly, I push the door open and glance at the bed before I slip into the bathroom.
The cold water rolls over my chest, arms, and legs but does nothing to tame the tension in my body.
I run a towel over my chest and arms before wrapping it around my waist.
Moments later, I enter the bedroom and swagger to the bed.
Her hair is fanned over the pillow, a sheet barely clinging to her rear.
She lies on her stomach, softly breathing, sound asleep.
I roll my gaze over her back, the curvature of her spine, her arms, her narrow waist, and the swell of her butt before I smoothly spin around.
“James?”
I freeze.
“Yes?”
“Come to me,” she says in a sleepy voice.
I turn around.
She pushes up on her elbow and beckons me to her, a sensual grin arching her lips.
Teasingly, she peels the sheet off, giving me a full view of her naked body.
My eyes drift slowly, taking her in from her delicate collarbones to her pert breasts, flat stomach, and sculpted thighs.
I gaze at her smooth folds, her pink, swollen clit peeking through. That’s hardly an invitation I can refuse.
The more I stall and ponder, the stiffer I get between my legs.
Lasciviously, she leans forward, tapping the mattress next to her.
“Come,” she says, a luring smile beaming on her lips.
I clasp my hands on my hips, stifling a grin.
I’ve never had a woman waiting for me in my bed.
Come to think of it, all the fucking took place at Red’s, the Dark House, or my dad’s fuck pad downtown.
“You don’t want me in bed with you,” I say.
“Please,” she says, slowly arching her lips.
Like a fool, I watch her peering at me, mesmerized, before I take a few steps toward the bed.
She leans forward even more, to touch my abs and trail the edge of my towel.
With one smooth motion, she yanks it off.
My hard cock bounces up.
Her gaze dips, a blush coloring her face as she takes in my erection.
She touches me softly and tenderly, observing the smooth motion of her fingers as she moves them over my hard length and crown before rubbing the tip with her thumb.
Electric currents flow through me.
She flicks her eyes up while softly stroking me.
A sultry smile curves her lips, a playfulness simmering in her eyes. She pushes forward even more until she touches me with her mouth.
Without tearing her eyes away, she closes her soft lips around my girth and licks my crown like it's the best thing in the world.
Talking about conviction.
A rush of tingles shoots up my spine.
Slowly, I shake my head in quiet, sultry disbelief.
She’s way more trouble than I thought.
I let her suck the tip of my cock, my hands still clasped on my hips, my stance a bit wide, my back arched.
She moves her gaze down to watch my shaft as she pulls it out of her mouth and lets her hand slide, spreading the moisture.
Her eyes say everything I need to know.
She loves it as much as she loves anything else about life. She is made for this. And she is made for me.
Teasingly, she sticks her pink tongue out and starts stroking my flesh, licking my pulsing veins.
I could explode.
Just as I ponder whether to stop her, she closes her mouth, her cheeks going hollow, her head bobbing, her neck tense as she swallows a couple of times with me lodged in the back of her throat.
I stir in her mouth, going deeper, my hand sliding to the back of her head.
I should stop her, but she’s addictive.
On all fours, she angles her head to take more of my throbbing shaft.
Holding her head, I let her do it, moving my eyes over her back, hourglass-shaped body, perky butt, and long blonde hair fanned over her shoulders.
I thrust again.
She moans.
I want to stop.
Too bad I can’t.
She grips me hard, her mouth becoming fire. There’s no point in starting a war with nature.
With one sweep of my hand, I gather all her hair into my fist and tip her face up to see her eyes.
She looks at me with feverish eyes, her stare unfocused.
“Fuck… woman…”
She smiles around my cock, completely out, lost.
Her face is flushed, and her nipples are hard. I can only imagine the taste between her legs.
Her nails scratch my hips as I slowly thrust.
“That’s fucking it,” I say, hitting the back of her throat.
She closes her eyes, crimson to her hairline, her chest heaving as I keep fucking her mouth.
One last good thought makes me want to pull away, but the second I retreat, she growls, sinking her nails into my flesh.
“No,” she mumbles around my cock, and I toss the idea to the side.
She clamps her mouth on me and sucks me harder as I move and thrust, addicted to the friction and drunk on seeing her slip into a trance.
She moans when I grab her head and fuck her mouth, her chest heaving, her tongue swirling faster, and pressing harder.
Her lips rolling.
My balls turn to steel.
“Fuck, Rain…” I murmur, riding that high, spilling my load into her mouth, still thrusting, unable to stop.