Chapter 14
Jamison
We’ve been sitting at Lock & Key in the VIP section for the past hour. Jonathan has made it his life’s mission to get impossibly drunk tonight. He doesn’t seem himself. Really, he hasn’t seemed himself for the past month. I know it has to do with Kaz. He is still upset. I thought he would be over it by now, but it is like she has some invisible hold on my twin that I cannot seem to break. I cannot get her out of my head either. Over the past month I have found myself paying closer and closer attention to the things she is doing or saying. I can tell while my brother is avoiding her, she is also avoiding me. She cannot avoid me forever, though.
I’m feeling a little guilty tonight, Kitten. I may need a reminder of why I’m keeping your secret.
I watch as the three dots appear and disappear a few times before a message finally comes through.
You have no feelings, Jamison.
I smirk at her text. Kitten has her claws out tonight.
Now, now. That isn’t true at all. For instance, I’m feeling quite a bit of something when I remember how perfectly your lips wrapped around my cock…
A few moments go by again before she responds.
I can’t do this, Jamison. What if people find out?
I glare down at my phone. She means, what if Jonathan finds out. Jealousy hits me quickly. She does not have the slightest clue I showed him that video. Why hasn’t he told her? I look up at my brother to see him pull a busty waitress down on his lap. Quickly, I snap a picture and send it to Kaz.
If you are worried about my brother, he is perfectly content.
Her response is immediate.
Fuck you both.
I hear my brother whisper in the waitress's ear asking her if she likes sandwiches. She giggles and leans into him. Suddenly, I’m filled with the visual of my brother and I while we both take Kaz. I wait for the jealousy to flare up, but it doesn’t. In my mind, we are all there together and something about that doesn’t sound so terrible after all. My phone flies out of my hand and hits the ground a few feet away. I look up to see my brother staring at me intently. This motherfucker just slapped my phone out of my hand. I hear a giggle and look down to see the waitress in my lap undoing my belt. Jonathan raises his brow at me.
“I’m going to need you to pay a little bit of attention to our blonde friend tonight, brother. Let her loosen up some of that tension you have going on.” His words slur slightly as he speaks. I know exactly what he is doing right now. He is drowning himself the best way he knows how. Xavier and Sebastian both stare at me, waiting for a response. I am thoroughly pissed off at my brother, but now is not the time to have this discussion.
“Fine,” I grit out and grasp the blonde’s hair tightly in one hand while unzipping my pants with the other. She gasps in pain out loud, causing my dick to twitch. “Show me what’s caught my brother’s interest.”
I close my eyes and envision Kaz, as the waitress reaches into my pants. My dick thickens at record speed as she wraps her lips around it and sucks. I hear Sebastian and Xavier get up to leave and Jonathan calling out about taking our sweet time with this one but I pay little attention. I’m stuck in my head with my memories. My dick is so hard it could burst right now. I plunge into her wet mouth, causing her to gag. She gasps as Jonathan enters her from behind.
“Yes," she moans in a horrible high pitched voice making me cringe.
“Less talking,” I say before grabbing her head and shoving her back onto my dick. “This isn’t the time for a speech.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes while Jonathan laughs from behind her. I need to make this quick before my dick decides to deflate. I look over at my brother who now has his eyes closed while he fucks this woman from behind. A look of ecstasy is on his face. Is he thinking of Kaz? Is he playing out a scene with the three of us instead of this blonde bimbo? I groan and close my eyes while playing those same thoughts out in my own head. It doesn’t take long before my release is shooting down the waitress's throat. She sputters as I rip her mouth from my dick. A feeling of disgust has already settled into the pit of my stomach. Maybe I should have actually had a few drinks tonight. I stand swiftly, pushing myself around her and my brother.
“I have to use the restroom. I do not need anymore tension loosened, Jonathan.”
Jonathan laughs in acknowledgement as I exit VIP. I make my way to the restrooms and spend the next ten minutes perusing the bottom floor before heading back up again. When I return, Jonathan is standing near the balcony, peering out over the edge with his phone in hand. I walk up next to him just as his phone buzzes.
“Who are you texting?” I ask him nonchalantly.
He looks at me, guilt crossing his features.
“Are you fucking serious? I thought we discussed this. You were just balls deep in that waitress. What could you possibly need from that little slut?”
“Don’t call her that," he growls out. “I wasn’t the only one balls deep. I thought I could get over her but not even fucking that waitress with you could get her out of my head. I think it made it worse!”
I don’t miss the way he says “with you,” insinuating that he thought us resuming our normal extracurriculars would fix this situation. I also cannot tell him he’s wrong either. It did make it worse. If I thought she had a hold of us before, I was sadly mistaken. The thought of her between the both of us is searing itself into my brain. The only thing better than my imagination right now would be the real thing. Unfortunately, I may have already fucked that up and I’m not sure If It can be fixed now. I sigh and turn towards the crowd on the ground level.
“We should discuss this later when you have sobered up.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Jonathan says as he pockets his phone.
We both peer out into the crowd before my brother nudges me and points someone out by one of the bars. “Is that who I think it is?”
I look over to see Riley, Sebastian’s intern, standing next to her husband. They look like they might be having a disagreement of sorts.
“I wonder if Sebastian knows she is here?” Jonathan asks curiously.
“Doubtful,” I reply. “If he did, you know he would already be hovering somewhere close and I don’t see him anywhere.”
“True,” Jonathan laughs.
We watch as Nate grabs a couple drinks from the bar and guides Riley into one of the private rooms on the side. Turning from the balcony, I stroll over and grab my phone from the floor and turn the screen on to see there still isn’t a response from Kaz. Irritation flows through me but I push it away completely before making my way back over to Jonathan who looks ready to pass out against the wall.
“Come on, brother,” I say, squeezing his shoulder. “I think it’s time to call it a night.”