Jamieson — The Past
The biting winds as trees whip past at breakneck speeds, cutting the snow’s harsh edges with my board is the best feeling. Well, besides this.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screams as I pound into her, all while smacking her ass. I love the look of the red welts that rise. Pushing her body into the wall, flattening her chest against it, my hips piston faster and faster knowing my end is near.
“More, Whiskey, more! Please!” she pants, smiling through the abuse.
“Hold on.” I spread her legs wider and grip her hips tight. The woman in front of me is taking everything I’m giving her. Her squeals, screams, and moans push me toward my end with a fervor.
Slapping her ass cheek again, I watch as the red lines rise. Knowing I’m seconds from release, my body takes over and my mind clears of all thoughts but this moment. In and out. In and out. The animalistic need controls me. With a few final thrusts, my body shakes and shivers. Grinding out, growling my end, my need is slaked.
For the moment.
Grunting as I pull back from her body, holding the condom in place, she whines when the fullness ends. “Whiskey.”
Moving away toward the trash, I wrap up the package and toss it away before wandering off to start the shower, leaving her standing in my bedroom.
With the water rushing out, I don’t hear her come up behind me. Wrapping her arms around my body, she kisses my back. I’m ignoring her because when I’m done, that’s it. I always ignore them. They don’t matter.
“Hey Whiskey, what do ya say we hit the far trail after? There’s an abandoned cabin up there, and we could—”
“Sorry,” I say as I open the shower door, “I have other plans today.”
“Well what about tomorrow? I could—”
Walking into the shower, I turn back to face her. “Look, it was fun…” I pause because I can’t remember her name. “It was fun, but it’s done.”
“Jessica. My name is Jessica.” She’s pissy that I just fucked her against my wall after meeting her only a few hours ago. Hell, what did she expect?
“You walked up to me at the lift and asked for a ride. What made you think I cared what your name was?”
“Whiskey, I thought we had fun?”
“Yeah, we did, and it’s done.”
All women are needy and greedy. “I don’t do relationships, and you’ll never find me hanging around for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I don’t date.” I close the door to the shower. “But thanks for the fun.”
I don’t turn to look to see if she’s still there. I don’t worry that she’ll take something before she leaves as a souvenir, and I don’t doubt that she’ll throw something because they all do it. I’m so used to it now, I don’t even balk at the damage.
When I’m done cleaning up, I exit the shower with only a towel and a smile. Walking into my spare bedroom, I find my Aunt Janie, smiling. It’s a fake, but it’s a smile nonetheless.
“Another one bites the dust?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I head out of the room and dress. My room is down the hall, but I don’t bring girls to my suite. It’s my refuge. This is where they all get a piece of me, and I keep them separate from where I find peace.
“You know at some point, something is going to happen to you. The great Jamieson Crown will bow at the feet of a woman that will crush his ass. Your head will spin so fast, no amount of pussy will keep you entertained. She’s going to cause you grief, and I’ll stand back here, smiling and watching it all unfold with a shit-eating grin on my face.”
My aunt is totally wrong. Nobody cares for me but me. No one will ever get past this cold heart again, and no one will ever shatter my soul. Been there, done that. It ain’t happening again.
I go with bypassing the conversation we have every time one of these girls leave. “What’s on the docket today?”
I don’t worry about dressing around my aunt. She’s seen me naked more than dressed. Pulling on a pair of tracks, leaving them low, I toss on a T-shirt.
“You have training with the Olympic team tomorrow, but there’s nothing today. Why don’t you hit the hills for a while? I can call in the chopper. Just have some you time, Jamieson.”
“Yeah, I might do that.” It’s always me time. I’m always alone, and I like it that way.
“Did you see that Doll won another race yesterday?”
My little sister is taking the motorcycle world by storm, just like my little brother. The two of them are devils on two wheels, just like I’m a devil on a board. Give me snowcapped mountains and I’m satisfied. And that’s why I’m alone. I need the cold, they need the heat.
“Yeah. I saw Dad won another one, too.”
“You know, you should go visit soon. Isn’t Wyatt’s nineteenth birthday coming up?”
Shit. I should send him a card, or a stripper gram. That would piss of Mother. “Yeah. I’ll give him a call later.”
“You have a break in a few weeks, so why not go visit? Give him a present in person.” She’s always trying to repair the rift, but nothing ever will. We’re just too different, and the past has ruined us all.
“Call the chopper, I’ll head out in a few.”
Knowing I’ve just shut down on her, Aunt Janie purses her lips and walks away. I don’t even have to look because that’s what she always does.
I wish I wasn’t alone. I wish I had my family, but it was torn apart long ago, and I’m not the one to fix it.