Theirs

Chapter 1

I shifted on my feet and peered one way then the other in the crowded bar. I didn’t like large crowds. I could handle them but I usually didn’t volunteer to be in the midst of shit like this. I looked over at my group of friends standing together, laughing at a small table in the corner.

Calvin, Orion, and Leon were all gathered and laughing with beers in their hands. I let my eyes trail from them to the bar and automatically adjusted my stance when my eyes fell on her—Jezebel.

That wasn’t her real name of course. It was the name she used when she posed on camera—naked, horny, and panting.

Her real name was Jiselle and Jiselle was fucking beautiful.

She was even prettier than she’d been the first time I’d seen her.

I’d known Jiselle for at least half of my life in some way.

We’d gone to middle and high school together.

She’d been so sweet it was disgusting back then.

We hadn’t been close. She’d stuck with the cheerleaders.

I’d won several state chess competitions and hadn’t gotten popular until I was a senior, on the wrestling team with her older brother.

We’d always existed just outside each other’s orbit.

I hadn’t been looking for her when I found her cam site. It had been sent to me by another friend from high school, someone who knew me and Jiselle’s brother and thought it was crazy.

Is that Rene’s little sister???

The message had been simple and I’d ignored it until the next day when curiosity had gotten the best of me. I’d expected to see her nude, sure, but I hadn’t expected to find all things Jiselle just laid bare for the world to see.

She was live when I viewed her site. She’d been sitting on her living room floor, eating takeout straight out of the container and talking about the most recent horror movie she’d seen.

I’d stared at her for an hour before I lost access and had been forced to buy a subscription.

I paid for the full year up front and immediately started sending her gifts.

It had only taken one private message from her to get me hooked. It had been easy enough to find her using her account. I had the money for the best PI in the game to hunt her down. I’d told myself I wouldn’t use the information, but now here I was, standing in the bar where she worked.

I’d been keeping up with her ever since I’d found her.

She was a runner. She ran every single morning at relatively the same time.

I appreciated and hated it. I loved that she had a schedule and was dedicated to keeping up with it, even with her late nights, but it was hard for me to understand why a woman as beautiful and seemingly smart as her would ever fall into a schedule easy enough for me to pick up on after just three weeks of tailing her.

Typically, she ran every morning at six. She did three miles, finishing in thirty minutes or less. She worked from home Monday through Thursday, either filming for her adult content page or live streaming. She worked at a bar on weekends.

She dedicated Sundays to adjusting her life for the upcoming week. She did her laundry and grocery shopping. She straightened her naturally curly hair in the morning and got her nails and toes done that afternoon. She spoke to her divorced parents and older brother sporadically.

She went to the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

She started her day with yoga on Tuesday and Thursdays.

She did Pilates on Saturdays. She recorded her pedicures and let her subscribers have a bidding war to decide what color she put on her toes.

The winner got a video of the entire process.

I’d spent hours watching her online but seeing her in person was so fucking different it was insane.

She was gorgeous, with shoulder length curly hair straightened, resting a little below her shoulders.

She wore a skimpy black top that tied around her neck, held together by three pieces of string and a pair of tight ass animal print pants.

She kneeled on the bar with a wide smile on her face and just looking at her was enough for me to fall prey to her siren call.

I made a beeline toward her.

I stopped just a little bit away.

Jiselle wore a pretty little smirk on her face, holding a shot with a small plastic cup beside her. A man leaned into her, staring at her tits instead of that perfect fucking face of hers.

I wanted to break his fucking jaw.

I knew what he was here for and so did Jiselle.

This was one of the bar’s most advertised drinks and she was prepping him for a fucking twenty-five dollar shot.

She leaned into him and offered him the shot.

He threw it back and she didn’t even wait for him to swallow before she grabbed her plastic cup, tossed the water into his face, and slapped the taste out of his mouth.

Fuck.

This woman was perfect.

She winked at the guy and moved right on to the next one. I watched her do two more Hurricane shots before I exhaled and pushed my way through. As soon as I got to the bar, some short little thing crawled across it toward me.

“Hey there.” She blinked up at me and I could admit she was cute but she wasn’t Jiselle. “What can I get for you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.” I gave her a small smile and pointed at Jiselle who was smacking another man. “I’ll wait for her.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Thanks.”

“Okay.” She nodded once then moved to the next man at the bar.

I never thought I’d want to get smacked in the face before but every time I watched Jiselle slap another man, something inside me inched toward cracking.

She handed out another shot. Then her coworker tapped her shoulder. Jiselle paused and looked back. Her coworker whispered something in her ear and pointed at me. Jiselle glanced at me and I smiled.

There was a brief moment where her eyes shifted and I knew she’d remembered me from school. She schooled her face immediately and I watched her crawl down the bar toward me.

She came straight to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. Everything in me told me to grab her sexy little hips and jerk her off the bar into me but I knew that would scare her away so I just smiled.

I never knew how badly a man could want to get slapped across the face until I saw Jiselle reach back and get a tequila shot.

She had my nuts in the palm of her hand and two rings in her nose, a stud on the right side and a gold hoop on the left.

She sat her thick ass on the bar and her little legs dangled over it while she slid into me.

Fuck.

She knew.

She knew she was meant to be my fucking wife.

She hadn’t done this shit with anyone else.

She shifted and her thighs spread against the wood. I let my eyes drop to the big combat boots on her feet. They trailed back up to her face and her pretty brown, doe-like eyes slowly.

I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hands near her knees. She lifted an eyebrow. I mirrored the expression.

“You ready, baby boy?” She pouted and her hands went to the back of my neck.

I felt her nails scrape me and my dick hardened immediately.

I nodded.

Who knew I was into being dominated by a tiny little thing I was sure I could take down with one arm behind my back? Not me. At least not till now.

Jiselle turned slightly and picked up the shot glass. She gripped my jaw with the other hand.

“Open your mouth for me,” she instructed. I opened my mouth and tilted my head back immediately. She smiled. “Good boy,” she purred. My dick strained. “You do as you're told all the time, baby?” she asked.

Her nails rubbed against my throat and I nodded without even thinking. I was mesmerized.

She tipped her head back and poured the shot into her mouth. She shifted to lift onto her knees and pushed my head back further.

Fuck. She was going to…

Fuck.

Jiselle spit the shot right into my fucking mouth.

I swallowed it immediately, my mouth still open in fucking shock. I was in love with this woman. Fuck.

I was still blinking up at her, looking stupid, when she threw the water in my face and slapped me.

I shook my head and wiped water from my face while I looked up at her.

Several men in the bar clapped.

“Do that again.” I blinked up at her and my hands tightened on her waist.

“One’s the limit, baby.” She smiled and winked at me.

Then her thick ass boot met my chest and she pushed me lightly.

I didn’t move. I let her leg stay bent between us.

Jiselle looked right at home where she was.

“I can make you another drink if you want,” she offered.

“I’m not going to spit it in your mouth though, sweetheart.

You’re going to have to drink it all on your own like a big boy. ”

Shit.

I knew she was a sex worker and sold fantasies but fuck it. I was down with being a sucker. I’d let her talk me out of my fucking money.

“Let me take you out,” I blurted.

“What?” She did a double take.

I didn’t hesitate.

“Let me take you out,” I repeated.

Jiselle looked me up and down and I swallowed nervously.

“Help me off the bar, big boy.” She let her foot fall from my chest and offered me her hand.

I didn’t take it. I grabbed her by the waist and just plucked her up. She fit so good in my hands. I groaned, thankful the music drowned the sound out.

“Jazz.” She offered me her hand.

“Kiano,” I countered.

“Hm.” She crossed her arms while she looked up at me.

Even with those ridiculously big shoes she was at least six inches shorter than me.

“Aren’t I a little out of your comfort zone?

” She lifted an eyebrow. “Is this your bachelor party? Are you trying to get one last smash in before marriage?” She looked one way then the other.

“No.” I shook my head. “Hell no. I just… you’re beautiful.”

“There are a lot of beautiful women in here,” she said.

“But only one you.”

Jiselle rolled her eyes, but lifted her hand and curled her fingers, beckoning me into her. I leaned down. She lifted her hand behind my neck and jerked it down further. Her mouth went to my ear.