Chapter 35
Kaz
‘ The apartment is quiet, ’ I think to myself as I wander around it aimlessly. Jonathan left earlier to run some errands. Ben is sleeping in the guestroom like he has been for the past eight hours. It’s late and I know I should be tired but I can’t bring myself to sleep. I’m worried about my friend, but also, I’m confused about my situation with Jamison. The asshole tried to fucking kill me. If it weren’t for his brother showing up, he very well might have. I should be angry still, yet here I am contemplating this entire situation. He saved Ben. Ben told me everything. He saved my friend, and put himself in danger, when he didn’t have to. I need to know why.
‘ Fuck it ,’ I think as I make my way towards his bedroom door. I knock once lightly, but get no response.
“Jamison?” I call out through the door, knocking again. Still no answer. Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m pushing through his bedroom door like I own the place. I’m fully expecting to be verbally assaulted, but stop short when I spot Jamison sitting at his computer desk facing away from me. He’s shirtless, his tattoos on full display, and only wearing a pair of loose fitting joggers. My mouth waters. Why does this man have to be so damn sexy?
“Jamison?” I ask again, annoyed that he is ignoring me. What possible reason could he have for that? I inch closer before noticing an airpod in his ear. ‘ Okay, so clearly not ignoring me ,’ I think to myself, suddenly a tiny bit happier. Without a second thought, I reach out to grab the airpod from his ear, when his hand lashes out and grabs my wrist hard. His chair spins around and I’m yanked onto his lap sideways, his other hand coming up to wrap around my neck.
“Did you need something, Kitten? I’m not a fan of being snuck up on," he asks me, his brow raised in question.
“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I knocked, but you didn’t answer.”
“So you decided to invade my personal space," he states matter of factly.
I shift uncomfortably on his lap. “Well, when you put it that way,” I say, grimacing. “I guess that might have been an asshole move.”
He smirks and removes his hands from my wrist and neck before placing one on my lower back and the other on my thigh. I’m wearing a small pair of sleep shorts, and the feel of his fingers on my bare skin sends a shot of electricity straight to my core. Without realizing I’m doing it, I wriggle my ass, grazing the semi-hard length he has beneath his joggers.
“Kitten," he growls out, his fingers digging into my skin. “Was there a point to your intrusion, because if not, I’m going to need you to leave before I do something you might not like.”
“You never cared before if I liked something or not,” I huff out in annoyance.
He narrows his eyes, his grip still punishing. “I always made sure you enjoyed yourself.”
That comment makes me laugh out loud. This extremely smart man can hack into corporate databases and more, yet he cannot understand the difference between getting off and actually liking something. Unfortunately, somewhere down the line, everything blurred, and I actually did start enjoying our encounters. I might have even enjoyed pretending I didn’t. I won’t act like it started off that way, though. I’m fully aware of the psychopath who’s lap I’m sitting on.
“In all seriousness, Jamison,” I say, as the smile falls from my face. “Why did you save Ben?”
“Because I knew you would want him saved.”
“Since when do you care what I want?” I ask him, searching his eyes for some clue of what he is feeling.
“I care about what you want as long as it doesn’t interfere with what I want," he states.
“That’s bullshit,” I scoff. “How would putting yourself in danger not interfere?”
“I knew it would make you happy," he says, his blue eyes darkening. I roll my eyes at him and look away, but he grabs my chin, turning me back to face him. “Did it make you happy?”
“Yes it did, but I still don’t understand you,” I say, perplexed. “I’m not sure I ever will. Do you care about me, Jamison, or am I just another chess piece on your board?”
He looks away from me, his jaw tense. How the hell am I ever going to get inside this enigma of a man’s head? I move to get off of his lap, but he tightens his grip on me. I grab both of his hands with mine and gently move them off of me. I can tell he doesn’t want to let go, but he doesn’t realize I’m not going anywhere. Sliding to the ground between his legs, I place both of my hands on his thighs and look up at him. His gaze snaps to mine, his pupils completely blown. If I need to be below him in order to get him to open up to me, then that’s what I’ll fucking do. He leans forward, his hand gripping my chin.
“You’re not a game. I…I do care." He scrunches his brows up in confusion, like he’s trying to think of what he wants to say. I’ve never seen him look this perplexed before. It makes me feel powerful, that this man, a God in his own right, is suddenly flustered by me.
“I don’t want you to leave. If I can keep you forever, I will," he says with conviction.
My heart flutters in my chest. It wasn’t a love letter, but it was the closest thing I think I might ever get from him. Inside, I’m doing the happy dance, but on the outside, my eyes zero in on the bulge in his pants. The bulge that is currently eye level with me. I go to tug on his joggers, when he grips my hand to stop me. His gaze penetrates mine like he’s searching for something. At first I’m confused, but then it hits me.
“I want to,” I say, biting my lip. “Let me show you how grateful I am for what you did for my friend.” Relief flickers over him so quickly, you wouldn’t know it was there if you weren’t looking at him in that split second. He nods his head yes, and lifts his butt from the chair, allowing me to pull his joggers down. His dick springs free, already at full mast, a bead of pre-cum on the tip. I lean over and lick it before wrapping my lips over the head and sucking in. He groans in response before sliding his fingers over my head and pulling the scrunchy from my hair. My hair falls down, cascading over my shoulders, and he runs his fingers through it before holding it to the back of my head and gripping it tightly.
“Fuck, Kitten," he groans out as he uses his hands to set my pace. I hollow my cheeks out and relax my throat, allowing him to use my mouth the way I know he likes. “Such a perfect little slut for me.” I moan out around him as wetness pools between my thighs. His dirty words do things to me I never thought they would. He pulls my mouth from him and lifts me quickly, pulling my shorts down, and discarding them on the floor. Before I know what’s happening, he has me straddling him on the chair, his cock sinking deep inside me. He thrusts into me hard, hitting that sweet spot inside.
“Jamison, fuck, I’m going to come already,” I moan out as I hold on for the ride and he thrusts into me from below. The build up is fast and before I know it, I’m clenching around him, coming undone. He continues to thrust into me while I ride out my orgasm. I’m completely in the throes of passion, my head hanging back, when I turn slightly and my eyes lock onto a pair of bright blue ones.
“Jonathan?” I say, when I see him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes look heated and I can’t tell if he’s angry or not. I mean, I know we’ve had a few encounters all together but we haven't officially discussed what this all means, especially after the incident at The Vault. Jonathan stalks over to me and leans down, his mouth connecting with mine in a brutal kiss, while Jamison leisurely thrusts himself inside me and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“That was so fucking sexy to watch, Pretty Girl. I might need to jack off a few times in a row after that sight.” He goes to turn away, but I grab his hand.
“You can stay,” I say, looking to Jamison for confirmation. He nods yes.
“Tempting,” Jonathan says, looking at me with lust, “but I think I’ll sit this one out.”
“Are you sure?” Jamison asks as Jonathan makes it to the door. There’s a hint of concern in his voice and maybe a little confusion at our offer being declined.
Jonathan smiles at him. “I’m positive, brother. I think you both need this, tonight.” He walks out, shutting the door behind him.
Jamison stands and grabs my ass to hold me up. His dick is still inside me as he walks us over to his bed and lays me down. He continues to thrust himself deep inside me, building me up again. He hooks one of my legs up over my shoulder, the angle heightening all of my senses. This time my orgasm sneaks up on me. I explode just as he does, his body tensing up as he seats himself fully inside me. He pulls out of me and sits back on his knees, watching with heated eyes as his cum drips out.
“Beautiful.” I don’t know why, but his words make me blush. There’s something different about this experience tonight. Maybe something gentler…less punishing? I’m not sure what it is, but I’m not complaining.
“What are you doing?” I ask, wide eyed, as he yanks me to the edge of his bed and sinks down onto his knees between my legs. His breath is warm on my core and I’m already so sensitive. This feels more intimate. He’s never done this with me before. Those nervous thoughts have me closing my legs without realizing it.
“Stop," he growls out, forcing my legs back open. “If I get to keep you, I keep all of you. You don’t get to hide any part of yourself from me, Kitten.” He pushes two fingers inside me, along with the cum that dripped out, before sinking his mouth down to feast. And oh my god, does he do just that. He licks and sucks me, making me squirm beneath him. I can feel the heat growing deep inside as he pays special attention to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I was already so sensitive, but the thought of Jamison on his knees for me, lights me up from the inside. My orgasm explodes, causing me to pull his hair to keep him right where I want him as I ride it out. My thighs close around his head, holding him in a vice, yet his mouth continues its onslaught. Before I know it, my legs fall apart and I’m breathing hard, trying to push him away.
“No more,” I say weakly as he licks and nibbles his way up my body. He grabs me, pulling my back to his front and the blankets up over us both.
“Fucking, perfect," he whispers, holding me tightly to him. I’m so tired I don't even have the mindset to question the fact that I’m about to fall asleep in Jamison’s bed with his arms wrapped around me.