Chapter 14
Jamie
Jamie dragged his palms over his face, exhaling.
With Shannon on the other side of the door, he imagined her stripped down to nothing but panties and a lacey bra, her nipples teasing through the fabric.
Fuck.
The image burned into his mind and his body responded to it, his zipper pressing against his full, hard dick. He’d been in a constant state of horniness since she arrived.
Now he paced back and forth, trying to shake the heat rising in him.
His mind raced faster than his pulse. God, what was it about her?
They’d both agreed that life was too busy for anything more than a one-night stand. No commitments, no strings. But for some reason, a part of him wanted more, and that was not the plan.
He’d always told himself he was too busy for anything serious. Although, deep inside, he wanted to settle down one day. He wasn’t blind to the possibility of it, just never thought it would happen like this.
Jamie stopped pacing, standing still for a moment.
He liked her—a lot. She challenged him, made him smile, and for the first time, he wondered if this woman could be the one .
But fuck, the timing was all wrong. Or maybe that was just his excuse, in case someone better came along.
Still, in the chaos of his mind, a tiny part of him wondered... What if?
To his left, Blondie appeared, strutting into the room, full of confidence. The same woman who’d given him a basic blow job earlier.
She ran her fingers over his shirt, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
“So tense,” she cooed, pushing her breasts into his chest, her fingers lingering on his buttons.
“Not tonight,” he said, shrugging off her touch. “I’m waiting for someone.”
“C’mon, Jamie.” Her tongue skated over her glossy lips, and she giggled like a little minx. “You owe me. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
In any other situation, he’d have pinned her to the bed by now and done what he did best. But tonight, unease trickled through his veins.
He eyed the woman who’d entered behind Blondie. Long lean legs, tanned, and ending in leopard-print stilettos. The heat in his body kicked up a notch.
She looked Dutch, or maybe Scandinavian. One of those countries that seemed to produce stunning, leggy women.
Even with the fluttery false lashes and painted nails, she didn’t even come close to the wild beauty drying off behind the bathroom door.
“Are we having our own party in here?” she asked, her smile flirty.
A flash of possibilities ran through his mind. Three girls, one Jamie... The night could get interesting, however he wanted Shannon all to himself without any games or interference.
That thought gave him pause, an unusual twist coiling in his gut. The party girls could wait. Tonight, he’d give one woman his full attention.
“Ladies, I’m busy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his arms. “Go back to Luke.”
His body was on fire and something in the back of his mind kept calling him, a voice whispering how much of a huge turn on it could be.
“We’re all friends here, Jamie. Luke told us to make sure you’re entertained.” The new blonde trailed a pointy pink nail across his chest, stepping closer. “Why don’t you ask your pretty little friend if she wants to join in?”
Her knee nudged his groin, her perfume sweet and cloying in his nostrils.
Jamie chuckled, a low, amused sound rumbling from the back of his throat as he shook his head.
“It’s a one-woman show tonight, ladies. Sorry to disappoint.” He shrugged. “Now, give me the room.”
“Really? You play nice? That’s not what I heard. She told me you’re the anything-goes kind of guy with a thick dick.” She nodded at her friend who’d already given him head, walking her fingers up his arm.
“Want us to beg, sir?”
They glanced at each other and smiled, before lowering to their knees.
His pulse thundered in his ears, blood rushing to his dick, but his mind kept circling back to Shannon. Would she give him the green light, let him take control like this? Would she beg, surrender, let go?
He’d had women like this his whole life, easy to read and predictable. But Shannon held something behind those eyes that kept him on edge, making every move with her unpredictable, every moment charged with an intensity he couldn't quite grasp.
“Look, ladies...” He backed up. “Like I said the first time, I’m busy. Now, off you go.”
Kneeling before him, they gazed up at him, breasts pushed out. “You loved coming in my mouth. And my friend wants to play, too. We don’t mind sharing.”
Jamie stood tall, his hands resting under his armpits, his posture rigid. “Do not make me repeat myself?—”
Blondie gazed up at him. “We’ll tag team your dick. You and I were so close before your phone rang. She can join in if she’s game.”
Her head bobbed, signalling behind him.
Sweet Jesus.
Jamie glanced over his shoulder, where Shannon stood at the foot of the bed, keeping her distance, wearing the half-dried shirt and wide, uncertain eyes .
Everything stilled when he saw her, and for a moment, his mind blipped, the air thick with possibilities.
“Find someone else to play with. I’m not interested,” Jamie said, his tone sharper.
“No, wait.” Shannon stepped forward, positioning herself a little closer, shoulders back and chin high. “He’ll do it.”
“Do what?” Jamie furrowed his brow, confused.
“That’s what you want, right? What you planned before I arrived?” Shannon’s voice cut through the tension, a subtle tremor in it, an undercurrent of vulnerability. “Go on, Jamie. Show me how you like to be taken care of. I won’t stop you.”
A strange silence filled the space before light giggles from the blondes broke it. Jamie inhaled, his dick throbbing and fucking painful now.
It was a reckless choice, maybe. But he’d made a career out of controlling chaos. Whereas Shannon was the kind of trouble he’d thrive on.
“I didn’t think you’d show up tonight, Shannon. I’d rather give you all of me somewhere private.”
“They wouldn’t still be here if that was true.” Her voice was soft, but her smile seemed strained, like she was walking a fine line between desire and hesitation.
Shannon moved closer, her gaze never leaving his. It seemed like a challenge, testing him…or herself. “What’s it going to be, Jamie?”
His brow furrowed. “You really want to watch them play with me?”
A subtle smile played on her lips, a spark of something daring in her eyes. She didn’t look away. “Do you want me to watch?”
His heart beat harder than it should have, a knot tightening in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the weight of her question or the way she stood there, so sure of herself, yet so uncertain.
A mix of desire and something deeper, more meaningful, churned inside him, battling his usual desires.
Maybe this was her kink—watching him with other women.
He had no fucking clue. And yet, the thought of her doing just that...it had his veins running red hot and his mind all over the place.
For the first time ever, Jamie hesitated.
The women still knelt at his feet, their presence a constant reminder of the tension building between him and Shannon.
He should tell them to fuck off and rip them out of the equation. But that challenge in Shannon’s eyes stopped him.
“Are you sure you’re good with this?” he asked.
He ran a hand through his hair, needing to hear the damn answer from her mouth, so he’d know what she was thinking.
She was pushing and pulling him in all directions. But fuck, he wanted her to. Wanted her to see him in action, all of him.
When Shannon nodded, the Dutch blonde rose to her feet and started unbuckling his belt, walking Jamie backward into the bathroom .
“Shannon… Come here, now,” he ordered, not giving her a chance to back out.
He watched her follow them inside, moving in front of the bevelled mirror above the sink, right next to the exit.
Her hip dipped against the sleek marble counter, eyes narrowing as blondie unbuttoned his jeans, dragged them lower and pulled out his throbbing dick.
Jamie’s burning gaze flicked between his reflection and Shannon’s pale face.
Her shoulders curled inward, her arms wrapped around herself in a self-soothing embrace, looking like a timid kitten waiting for a treat.
A surge of raw arousal and disbelief overwhelmed him. So, Shannon really was a dirty girl, which made this whole setup hotter than fucking hell.
Eager lips and skilled fingers had him grunting low in his throat. His jeans were open, and his dick pulsated in their hands.
The wet sounds of their mouths taking turns to drag up and down the length of him filled the room, the pressure and heat building.
"That's it... take it all in. You're both doing a good job."
The women moaned, continuing to swap turns and lick the head at the same time. He pulled a handful of blonde hair, pushing into one mouth, then the other.
Their obedience fed into his dominance, the sounds of their enjoyment only heightening his.
But his focus never left Shannon. He watched her chest rise and fall in sync with his quickening pulse, her bright blue eyes darkening into something dangerous and wild.
Her presence was intoxicating. She wasn’t participating directly, but she was there , her subtle squirming, the shift of her shirt, the way she nibbled her lower lip, it all drove him mad.
Watching her response was fucking incredible.
With a low chuckle, his voice came out gravel-thick.
“I bet you’re hungry for me too, aren’t you, Shannon?” he asked. “You want me in your mouth too, don’t you?”
His gaze drilled into her, molten blood coursing through his veins, getting off on her reaction more than anything else.
The obedient women before him, sucking, moaning, didn’t matter. He didn’t need them. They were just part of the scene, but Shannon was everything.
Her lips drew in as she kept her gaze low, avoiding his, gripping the edge of the marble counter like she was holding herself back.
But he could see it in her eyes—the heat, the need, the desire she was trying to conceal.
Jamie’s dick pulsed harder than ever as he saw the muscles in her thighs tense, her jaw falling open in anticipation. Her arousal, mixed with restraint, pushed him closer to the edge.
With a low, guttural growl, he gripped the base of his dick, his fingers tightening as he locked eyes with Shannon. Her startled gaze held his, wide and filled with need.
So fucking perfect.
“Look at me, Shannon,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “You like this, don’t you? Watching me lose control like this… Makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
His words were a low rasp, dripping with lust and authority as he pushed past her boundaries. The rush inside him was building fast, and with a final growl, it broke like a tidal wave, cum spurting over the faces before him.
In that moment, Shannon’s breathy gasp echoed through the room, her reaction sending an electric current through him.
The sight of her, so close, so in tune with the fantasy, had his heart pumping faster.
His eyes shut for a moment, steadying his breath.
Just as the rush of pleasure faded, the door clicked, and when he opened his eyes, Shannon had gone, leaving him empty, and fucking craving more.