Chapter 8
Dani
“So, all you guys are gay, huh?” I ask after we all sit down and take drinks from Benji.
“Uh, yeah,” Benji confirms.
“None of you are bi or curious?” I press. They’re hot, and they’re famous, so sue me.
Lando chuckles, and Jude makes a face.
“Sorry, beautiful.” Lando gives me a helpless shrug, and I sigh.
“Story of my life,” I lament. “Well, some of you are bi, but you’re all taken.” I wave at my boys in exasperation.
“I’m not taken, baby,” Owen teases, tickling my side and earning a smack on his hand.
“Hey, if you’re offering, let’s do it.”
“Uh…” A look of panic crosses Owen's face, and I snort a laugh.
“Relax, dude, I get it,” I assure him.
“We should go to a strip club,” Jude suggests unprompted.
“Jude,” Benji says in a reprimanding voice.
“What? It’s their bachelor party. It’s like the law that you have to go look at other naked people before you get married.”
“That sounds pretty fun,” Royal agrees after looking at his men.
“Yeah, I’m up for it,” Madden adds and then looks at the rest of us.
“We’re in,” Nox says.
“I think I’ve ogled just about all the hot, gay men I can handle for one day.” I put my hands up and shake my head. “You guys go have fun, though.”
“Are you sure?” Adam checks.
“Of course. There’s booze to be consumed and money to be lost. Don’t worry about me.”
“I’ll stick with you,” Owen offers.
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I throw back a shot of something pink and way too sweet and grimace.
“Ick, remind me not to get one of those again.”
“What was it?” Owen asks.
“No idea, but it was nasty.” I push the shot glass away and look around the club we stopped in after leaving the rest of the guys. “Dude, you’re being checked out. Two guys at eleven o’clock.”
Owen turns his head for a discrete look.
“Damn, they’re pretty hot. They look like they’re together, though.”
“They may be together, but they’re looking at you like they hope you’re on the menu. I bet they’re looking to get wild on vacation and mix it up a bit with a third for the night.”
“You think?” Owen raises his eyebrows. “I’ve always wanted to have a three-way. Think I should go talk to them?”
“Hell yeah, you should.” I give him a little shove to emphasize my point. “And don’t worry about me, I can amuse myself for the rest of the night. You go get laid; you’re overdue.”
“Okay, but if you need anything just call me. You’re more important than a random hookup.”
“That’s sweet, and I love you, now go.” I push him again and this time he shuffles through the crowd toward the guys.
“Is this seat taken?” a voice asks from behind me and my body stiffens.
“Hey, Jamie.”
“Fucking hell.” Jamie mumbles, turning around to leave.
“Wait.” I reach out and grab his arm. “Can we talk?”
His jaw clenches, and I watch his chest heave with a sigh.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I point over at where Owen is flirting with the guys. “He’s seeing about a threesome with those dudes.”
“Oh.” He seems relieved, which bolsters my resolve.
“What hotel are you staying at?”
“Four Queens, just around the corner. Why?”
“It’s a little loud here to talk. Can we go to your hotel room? I want a chance to explain everything.” He looks wary at my request. “Please, Jamie?”
He sighs and shakes his head.
“Fine, let’s go.”
“Do you need to tell any friends your leaving?” I check.
“No, they won’t miss me.”
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“Okay, you got up to my room. Now what?” Jamie asks, kicking off his shoes and walking over to the bed.
“I don’t know,” I admit, hovering by the door, not quite sure if I should be here. I should’ve followed my first instinct to steer clear of Jamie and let the past rest. No good can come of any of this. Even if my whole body feels drawn to him like a magnet. No one has gotten to me the way Jamie always did. I’ve been with a lot of men since I last saw Jamie—a handful of women and one non-binary person as well—but none of them measured up to Jamie.
But I can’t remember what exactly it was about Jamie that made sex so much better. Maybe I’m holding the memories on a pedestal. Maybe that’s why I haven’t moved on; I’ve built Jamie up to be something he’s not.
“I know that look,” Jamie chuckles, his scowl dropping for the first time since I ran into him earlier.
“What look?” I challenge, arching one of my well-groomed eyebrows at him, a smirk tugging on my lips.
“Oh please, Daniella.” He stands back up and stalks toward me with a hungry look in his emerald eyes. “I know you. I don’t know what you’ve been up to for the past ten years. I don’t know what kind of woman you’ve grown into or why you left. But I still recognize the way your pulse flutters in your throat, your eyelids droop, and your soft lips part when you’re thinking about being fucked.”
I gasp. The Jamie I remember never said a word as crude as fuck. I used to roll my eyes when he called it making love. I told him it sounded like we were forty when he said that.
Jamie’s hard body cages me in—my back flush against the wall—as he runs his nose along my throat and one hand over my thigh and up under my skirt to cup my ass. I squeeze my legs against the ache of longing surging through me and making me dizzy.
“What’s wrong, Daniella? Not what you expected of sweet little Jamie Callahan?” His gaze roams over my face and then drops to my lips where it lingers.
“No,” I agree breathlessly, my hands finding their way onto his hard chest and clutching at the fabric of his tight t-shirt.
“A lot of things have changed in ten years, not that I have to tell you that.” Jamie’s tongue flicks out and catches my lip ring. He tugs it between his teeth gently. “What else do you have pierced?”
“You’re welcome to find out for yourself,” I suggest, grinding myself against the hard steel of his erection pressing against my hip.
“Mmmm,” he hums against my skin as he nibbles from my ear to my collarbone, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Why can’t I resist you? I want to hate you, but I still—”
“Jamie,” I cut him off.
His eyes harden, shuttering away the emotion that will only complicate things.
“One chance to tell me if you’re playing around, Daniella.”
“And if I’m not playing around?”
“Then you’re about to be tossed on the bed and introduced to the new and improved Jamie Callahan.”
“As long as he eats pussy like the old Jamie, we don’t have a problem.”
A laugh rumbles out of his chest, and his large hand kneads the ass cheek I’d forgotten he was cupping.
“I look forward to a full report when I finish,” he teases before grabbing my other thigh with his free hand and hoisting me up in one swift motion.
It’s possible an embarrassing squeak escapes me, but I’ll never admit to it.
I grasp at the taut muscles in Jamie’s shoulders for balance, not that he seems to have any problem holding me up like I weigh nothing. He grunts as he tosses me down onto his bed.
I bite back a whimper when Jamie strips his shirt off his head to expose miles of hard muscles and soft hair.
“Holy shit, did you grow up,” I mutter, hurrying to tug my own shirt off and tossing it aside.
“Back at you,” he says as he drinks me in with his gaze. He licks his lips when he notices my nipple rings. “Those look fun to play with.”
“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation or what?”
He growls, grabbing my thighs and tugging me to the edge of the bed. He hovers over me with thunder and sex written all over his expression, and if he doesn’t get my panties off in the next ten seconds, I think they might burst into flames.
I wrap my legs around his waist and rub against his erection through his jeans. His hands find my nipple rings. He rolls my nipples between his fingers experimentally, and I gasp, grinding against him through our clothes again. He leans forward and tugs my left nipple ring between his teeth, rolling the right one between his thumb and forefinger and sending a pulse of heat between my legs.
“Mmmm,” he groans, thrusting his hips against me as he takes my whole nipple into his mouth, flicking and teasing the jewelry with his tongue. “Your skin tastes exactly how I remember it. I wonder if you taste the same everywhere else,” he muses.
Before I can tease him to hurry up and find out, his hand on my thigh finds its way under my skirt. He slips his finger around the edge of my panties and into my wet heat.
“Oh god,” I moan as his thick finger works in and out of my tight channel, the fabric of my panties rubbing against my clit with every move. I arch into his touch, his mouth now on my other nipple, my body craving more contact. I want to feel his hairy stomach tickling against mine as he thrusts inside me, filling me with his thick cock.
When he pulls his finger free, I whimper in protest. He pulls his face from my tits and shoves his finger—glistening with my arousal—into his mouth.
“Mmmm, you taste even better than I remember.”
“Oh yeah, what do I taste like? Fruit? Sugar cookies?” I tease. I’m not one for false pretenses in the bedroom. If a guy has sweaty balls, I’m going to tell him. And I don’t need anyone to pretend my pussy tastes like anything it doesn’t.
Jamie narrows his gaze on me, still working on licking his finger clean.
“No, it tastes like you want me to fuck you.”
Okay, yeah that’s hot. I nod in agreement with his statement and reach down to unzip his pants. I unlatch my legs from around his hips and sit forward so I can see my prize as I unwrap it. The outline of his cock through his red briefs makes my mouth water. I push him back and lean forward so I can press my lips to the tip of his erection, through his underwear. Jamie hisses and then shoves his pants and briefs to his ankles and steps out of them.
His cock bobs free, thick and flushed dark pink, with a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
What is it Royal always says again? Oh yeah...Dear god, good job. Love always, Dani.
Eh, Royal does it better, but you get the point.
“Please tell me you have condoms?” I ask, unable to tear my gaze away from his beautiful cock. Ah hell, it’s not like I have to play hard to get or anything right now.
I crawl off the bed and drop to my knees. Looking up at Jamie through my eyelashes, I wrap my hand around his heavy girth. He huffs out a breath, watching me as I flick my tongue along the underside of his head, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum against my tongue. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I wrap my lips around the crown, teasing my tongue into his slit and making him shiver.
I take his full length into my mouth, and when he bumps against the back of my throat, I relax and swallow him deeper.
“Holy fucking hell,” he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Condoms?” I pull off his cock and ask again.
“What? Oh yeah, of course.” He stumbles back, and I hold in a laugh. It’s nice to know I can still get to him after all these years.
I get back onto the bed while I wait for him, and when he bends over to riffle through his bag, I can’t help but imagine how good he would look with another man taking him from behind when he’s in that position. Maybe I’ve been spending way too much time watching gay porn, but he really does have a great ass for fucking.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, catching me staring when he turns around.
“You really don’t want to know.”
I wiggle out of my skirt and panties to distract him from pressing the question further. He tosses a condom on the bed, then sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed.
“What are you—” My question is cut off when he grabs my legs and hikes them over his shoulders, burying his face between my thighs.
My head drops back, and my eyes close as Jamie explores me with his tongue. He laps at me, grunting and groaning as he makes a meal out of me. His lips and tongue are ravenous; even his teeth join in for a few little nips that make me gasp and squirm against his mouth until I’m shaking, and my toes are curling against his back.
“Jamie, oh god, oh god,” I cry and gasp as my pussy spasms against his tongue.
I’m still shaking when the waves of pleasure subside, and I swear I nearly come again on the stop when Jamie pulls back and wipes the back of his arm along his glistening mouth.
He reaches for the condom on the bed beside me and rips it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper somewhere over his shoulder. I close my eyes, my chest still heaving from one orgasm, and my body already primed for another by the time his arm goes around my waist and he lifts me up like I’m a ragdoll to move me farther up the bed.
I spread my legs and open my eyes, so I can watch as he pushes inside me, stretching and filling me so perfectly. I run my hands through his chest hair and wrap my legs around his hips as he flexes and thrusts, making delicious noises.
“Harder,” I beg.
Jamie grunts and grabs both my hips in his hands and fucks me harder. His gaze bores into mine, his green eyes now nearly black with arousal, sweat forming on his forehead. I brush my thumbs over his nipples, tug at his chest hair, and roll my hips to meet his, anything to feel more of him. I need every single inch of Jamie’s body touching mine.
I arch up to meet him and heat starts to spread through me again, starting between my legs and spreading out.
“Jamie, don’t stop. I’m so close. Please,” I gasp and whimper.
He pounds harder, his jaw set with determination. He leans forward and presses his face into the crook of my neck. The new angle has his pelvis rubbing against my clit, and it only takes a few more thrusts for me to fall apart.
I can feel Jamie’s cock swell inside me, his movements stuttering just before a loud moan rips from his chest as he comes.
I’m surprised when Jamie pulls me into his arms, after he’s laid down beside me. I half-expected him to show me the door as soon as the condom was in the trash. But it’s nice to feel his chest raise and fall under my cheek as we both come down from such an intense high.
“Why’d you leave?” Jamie asks in a whisper as his fingers stroke along the curve of my bare hip, just above where the rough hotel sheets are bunched.
I close my eyes and let myself feel his heart beating against my cheek, the hard plains of his stomach under my hand, his chest hair tickling against me. I give myself a few seconds to re-memorize the familiar scent of Jamie I’ve missed so much. I know as soon as I tell him, this will be over again.
“I was cold that morning,” I start, curling my fingers into the dark hair covering his stomach. “I went into your sock drawer to borrow a pair, and I found the ring.”
His body tenses and the air between us shifts.
“If you didn’t want to be married to me that badly, you could’ve just told me. You didn’t have to disappear while I was at work. I was worried out of my mind until your mom told me you had gone home to pack your shit and told her you were leaving town.”
“It wasn’t just that I didn’t want to be married to you.” I sit up and look down at Jamie. “We were eighteen. Everything was moving too fast. I mean yeah high school sweethearts getting married is totally heartwarming and all that shit, but I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I could see exactly what was going to happen—we’d get married, I’d get knocked up, you’d go to work for your dad at a job you already told me you didn’t want, we’d grow to resent each other, have a few more kids, and in our forties look back at all the time we missed out on being young. I couldn’t do it Jamie. I’m sorry. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. I loved you so fucking much, but I did not want that life.”
Jamie’s eyebrows scrunch together in a scowl for several seconds before they smooth out and he looks at me with more understanding than I expected.
“Tell me what you did instead? Tell me about your wild adventures and how happy they made you,” he asks without any venom. I hesitate until he opens his arms to me again, and I dive back into his side.
“I went to L.A. and I got an apprenticeship in a tattoo shop with a piercer. I dyed my hair hot pink.” I point at my currently teal hair. “When I was twenty-two, I fell for this tattoo artist guy and followed him to Seattle. He turned out to be a total douche, but I ended up at Heathens where I met my new family. I’ve traveled and met people. I’ve done things I’m not proud of and things I’m a little more proud of than I should be.” Jamie’s laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my cheek. “I’ve lived, and it’s been amazing. But I was always sorry I hurt you.”
“I understand why you left. I’m still pissed you didn’t have the courtesy to talk to me about it, but I get it. And with all that said and done, all those years lived, there’s only one question left…”