Wild Duet Bookset

by Colet Abedi

  This room is different than the last one we were in.

  It has a pool table, a bed, and a small, fully-stocked bar.

  And now here we are. All alone. My heart stops.

  I realize I need to get out of here like pronto, or I won’t be responsible for what might happen.

  “Step aside from the door, Jamie,” I tell him since he’s backed up and planted himself in front of it like some kind of wall.

  He cocks his head to the side, his look serious.

  “I think I’d like to take the Ferrari for a spin.”

  He did not.

  I try my hardest not to laugh. I really do, but I can’t help it. We share a smile before Jamie’s demeanor suddenly changes, and he’s back to being aloof and slightly angry again.

  “You should have seen the look on his face when you tried to give him advice.” He’s possibly angry. I definitely detect a hint of admonishment.

  “I was just trying to help his game.” I wish I didn’t sound defensive. “And I don’t think you have anything to worry about. He’s not going to need therapy. I don’t think he even got it.”

  “No, I don’t think he did either.” Jamie’s turbulent gaze pins mine. “But sometimes you gotta let things go.”

  I start to feel a bit nervous. “You’re acting like I broke his heart or something.” I scoff, trying to let it go.

  “Not his heart, Wylder.” Jamie intently watches my every move. “Maybe his ego, which can still hurt.”

  His gaze flickers onto my face, the expression in his eyes aloof. There’s an uncomfortable silence between us, and the room is suddenly too small for the both of us.

  “I’d like to leave now.” I try to keep my voice as calm as possible.

  Jamie shakes his head. “Just because our sad friend out there has no game, doesn’t mean his idea has no merit.”

  I swallow audibly. “The sad man out there has more of a chance taking me for a ride than you do.” I lie easily and mentally cringe at the thought.

  Jamie cocks his head to the side, his face expressionless, and stares at me for what seems like an eternity.

  “Is that so?” His voice sounds lethal.

  “It’s so,” I reply quickly.

  He watches me for another uncomfortable moment, and I lift my head up and try to stare him down. The look on his face gives nothing away, but for some reason I feel like he’s kind of laughing at me on the inside. I feel heat flush my cheeks, but I haughtily raise my chin even more.

  He knows I’m lying. After a second, he gives me a wicked grin. “Challenge accepted.”

  Oh, shit.

  He starts to walk toward me with a purpose, one I will not be able to deny.

  “Wait! No!” I say and back away from him. “This is not happening.”

  “What’s not?” He cocks a brow.

  I motion between him and me. “This.”

  “Tsk, tsk, Wylder,” Jamie chastises. “You and I both know you’re already wet and ready for me. I bet your pussy is throbbing.”

  “You conceited, self-absorbed jerk… How dare you?” I basically pant in outrage. “Who do you think you are?”

  Oh. My. God.

  He’s right! Like 100 percent right.

  Jamie ignores my insults and glances past my shoulder. “I want you on the pool table.”

  “What?” I practically gasp. I don’t think I’m getting any more oxygen. Seriously. I think all my bodily functions have stopped.

  “I’m going to fuck you from behind.” Jamie says it like he’s discussing something as trivial as his vacation calendar.

  Meanwhile, I’m throbbing and as wet as he thought I was, maybe even more, and all I want is his beautiful cock inside me—so deep it fills and completes me and makes me come again and again. Oh my God, I need to get home to my vibrator.

  “First.”

  My stomach drops.

  He unbuttons his jeans, and I can see his impressive bulge teasing me to let it come out and play. I try not to lick my lips.

  “So tell me, Wylder.” Jamie continues on in his casual manner. “Why did you ghost me the night of your birthday?”

  “I’m not having this conversation.” I look around for my escape route.

  “You are having this conversation,” Jamie warns, and his eyes darken into something raw and primal. “First you’re going to talk. Then we’re going to fuck. What happens after depends on what you’re about to say, but no matter what, even if we never see each other again in our lives after tonight, the fucking is happening. On the pool table. Just like I said.”

  I have no saliva left in my mouth it’s so dry.

  “Answer the question,” he commands.

  “First if all, I don’t have to answer anything,” I try to keep my voice cool, even though I pretty much know it’s anything but. “Secondly, I don’t owe you an explanation. Thirdly—”

  “I don’t give a damn what your thirdly lame-ass, kindergarten excuse is,” Jamie practically growls, interrupting me. “Start talking and acting like a grown-up. This is what they do, Wylder. Normal, adult people—they talk. They don’t run away like children and hide. They face their issues. They man up.”

  I’m completely taken aback.

  “Or woman up, in your case,” he says harshly.

  Firstly, I don’t even have a thirdly to shout in his face if I wanted to. I only said it for dramatic effect. Secondly, and if I’m honest with myself, he might be right. Okay, fine. He’s right. The adult thing would be to discuss what happened. The immature thing is to turn and run.

  Let’s be honest, adulthood blows.

  Still… I’ve seen how this conversation plays out. I’ve lived it vicariously through my mom – and not in a good way. Jamie senses my hesitation.

  “What are you so afraid of?” He lets out a breath like he’s genuinely surprised.

  “I’m not afraid—” I can’t help my voice is defensive.

  “Then where are you going?” He asks pointedly. “You’re running. Why won’t you talk to me?”

  It’s the sound of his voice—it gets me. It’s real. He’s not pretending like my dad. I can hear the difference.

  “All right.” I begin slowly, giving him what he’s dying to know. “You want me to woman up and tell you the truth?” I cross my arms and let my gaze flicker over his body.

  “And then we’ll play.” Jamie’s voice is husky, his eyes bright with the promise of something sensual.

  And naughty.

  Chapter Three

  My heart slams in my chest, and I almost take a step toward him. I want Jamie Donovan to play with me. God, do I want him.

  I curl my hands into balls and try to get a grip.

  Our eyes meet, and I know he can tell how turned on I am. There’s so much heat between us, it’s seriously overwhelming. I keep telling myself it’s lust. That’s all it is. It’s a chemical reaction. I can’t forget what he is. Or what he did to me.

  I lift my chin and take a moment before I go there.

  “All right Jamie,” I say evenly. “You want to do this?”

  “I want to do this.” His voice is low and husky, and it makes me even wetter.

  “Let’s just call a spade a spade,” I manage to say coolly.

  He eyes me intently. “What else would the spade be called?” His voice sounds cautious.

  “Cheater.” My voice rings loud and clear. “The spade would be called ‘cheater.’”

  Jamie looks genuinely confused. He peers around the room like he’s on a hidden camera show. Finally, his gaze meets mine, and the reaction is not one I expect.

  “When and with whom?” He sounds genuinely pissed off, but I know it has to be a ploy.

  “Just stop. You were caught.” I hold up my hand like I’m in the FBI. “People saw you. There were multiple witnesses.”

  Tony was the only witness to tell me about it, but there were for sure many people at the popular, power-lunch restaurant who were there to see what he did. So it’s kind of t
he same thing… Okay, fine. Maybe it’s a bit of a stretch, but still.

  “You need to relax, Nancy Drew.” Jamie looks like he’s getting angrier by the second. “I think the CSI crime team still needs to investigate the matter.”

  I shake my head at him. “I need to relax?” I ask mockingly.

  “Yes, you do,” he says forcefully. “And what exactly was I doing according to these multiple witnesses?”

  “Kissing Stacy Tennison.” When I say it out loud, it sounds like the title of a bad young adult novel. It sounds foolish, and I’m suddenly furious—like want to strangle him furious.

  He’s making me feel immature and… lame. As though I misjudged the entire situation. There is no way I did. At least, I don’t think I did? Tony saw it firsthand, and he’s a guy, not some emotional woman quick to jump to a shit conclusion. I meet Jamie’s gaze.

  Jamie’s looking at me like I’m speaking Swahili. I let him sit with it. Hopefully he’ll choke on it.

  “Well, as fun as this has all been”—I motion around the room—“I think it’s time for me to leave.” I hope to God he can’t see how hurt I am. I try to walk away.

  His hand snakes out and grabs hold of my arm. I feel a jolt of electric energy move through my body, and I can’t stop the gasp. I know he hears me. I look over at him and meet his smoldering gaze. I take in a shaky breath and do my best to pretend I don’t care, like his touch doesn’t affect me.

  “I didn’t kiss Stacy Tennison.” His voice is matter of fact.

  “Come. On.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “You must think I’m some young, naïve—”

  “She kissed me.”

  His words take the wind out of my sails. I can’t believe he just said that. He’s admitting there was a definite mouth-to-mouth situation going on. I take a second to digest his words and what he’s implying and how I might have been wrong, but then the fact of the matter is—

  “You still kissed her.”

  “There’s a significant difference.” Jamie shakes his finger at me, like he’s a parent ready to send me to time out.

  “Nice. Try,” I hiss.

  He looks like he wants to strangle me again. “It’s the truth, Wylder.” Jamie’s stare is intense. “I don’t lie.”

  The way he says it makes me want to believe him. I really do, but I know better. It’s that face and body of his that are clouding my vision.

  “Yes, I went out on a few dates with Stacy,” Jamie says, continuing to admit to the rumors. “But that was over a year ago.”

  “Then it’s nice to hear you two are still so close,” I smirk, “and intimate.”

  I hear him swear softly before pulling me into his taut body. He runs his hand through my hair and gently yanks it back, so I’m forced to stare up into his impossibly handsome face.

  “I’m not lying.” His voice is hard, just like the rest of him. Oh God is he hard. I try to move away from his erection, but he won’t let me. He holds me nice and close, enough to drive me wild.

  “I don’t think you’re lying. I believe when you say you dated her,” I manage to say, hoping he’ll let me go so I can run the hell out of there.

  “She misread the situation,” Jamie says as his eyes glaze with desire. “She thought I wanted something more. I don’t. I didn’t. But she thought she’d try anyway.”

  A nagging feeling begins to take shape in my gut… Is he telling the truth? He kind of looks sincere. No. Fuck. It doesn’t matter. Even if he is telling the truth, he let Stacy kiss him, and that’s not really so much the point as I don’t want what I know will be a complicated relationship with a man who has women throwing themselves at him trying to steal kisses and whatever else they can get their hands on. Just the picture of another woman getting their hands on Jamie’s cock makes my blood boil.

  If I was Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine character, the metal blades would start coming out.

  One. By. One.

  “Can’t really blame her for trying.” Jamie says this with a charming smile.

  I’ll kill him.

  “You’re looking a little green with jealousy, sweetheart.” Jamie’s eyes glint in satisfaction.

  “As if!” I scoff and try to get a grip, act like I don’t care.

  His face looms over mine, his lips a breath away. At this moment, my body betrays me and becomes my enemy, deciding to do her own thing. She pushes up into him, so she can feel his hard cock. Then her lips open breathlessly, anxiously… waiting for his to crash into hers.

  What the hell is she doing?

  Jamie traces the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, his emerald eyes bright with desire and anger—a dangerous combination. It could even get me into trouble. But despite it all, I kind of want to experience it.

  “I’ve missed you,” he says to my surprise and what looks like his own, making both my heart and panties melt. “I’ve missed looking into those crazy golden eyes.”

  I honestly don’t even know what I want to say. “Jamie—”

  He puts his fingers over my mouth, silencing me.

  “Why do you have to be so difficult?” He shakes his head in annoyance and narrows his eyes. “You’re not going to talk anymore. Not until I tell you. And you’re going to listen to me. There is nothing between Stacy and me. Nothing. She tried. I stood there, and it was over. That’s it.”

  The look on my face must not convince him because he curses under his breath and stares at me with some serious heat shooting out of his eyes.

  “Think about it, Wylder,” he says shrewdly. “For two weeks I’ve tried to chase you down to find out why you disappeared on me. If I had really hooked up with Stacy, don’t you think maybe, just maybe, I’d have put two and two together and figure you found out about my affair, considering you work in the same goddamn studio?”

  Logical. I’ll give him that.

  “I’d like to think you’d give me a little more credit, considering how I kicked your ass on every trivia, brain puzzle, or Head’s Up game we played.” He finishes with an arrogant smile.

  “You wish! You did not kick my ass,” I gasp in outrage.

  “Wylder. You have never beaten me at anything,” Jamie’s eyes darken into something stormy and wild, something I want to try. “Face the facts, sweetheart. I’ll always win. And I’ll always get my way.”

  “I—”

  It’s the last word I’m able to get in because Jamie’s mouth finally captures mine. It seems like the last time we kissed was a lifetime ago. My body melts into his. My hands move up on their own accord and encircle his neck until they’re running through his hair, pulling his face toward mine to deepen the kiss. Our tongues meld together, and I moan in longing. I missed his touch. His soft lips. Jamie Donovan knows how to kiss. He knows how to tease you, make you suffer—in a good way. Make you practically come in your soaking wet panties in excitement over the promise of what’s to come. If he can kiss me like this, with this much fire, then oh my… How will he fuck me?

  I feel his hard, thick, beautiful cock against my body, and I lose my goddamn mind. I push into him and move my hands down his back.

  Fuck it.

  I grab hold of his jeans, the top button already undone, and I’m able to pop open another right before Jamie swiftly reacts and lifts my hands away. He picks me up and flips me around, then bends me over the pool table. My chest is lying flat against the table, my ass up for his view, and he’s pressing up against me from behind.

  I feel him rustle with his jeans before moving back to me. He pushes his cock against my pussy, teasing me with the incredible, mind-altering fucking that is to come. Luckily because of Kerri, my very own fairy godmother, my dress is so skimpy, all he has to do is slide it up it over the top of my ass and pull down my thong, and he’ll be able to slip his cock right inside. I will it to happen.

  And oh my God it does.

  It’s all moving so fast. I don’t have to wait. Or beg. He’s filling me completely, his one hand kneading my breast over my dress while his other has
my hair wrapped like a vise around his hand as he thrusts into me. I push back, moaning in pleasure, begging for more, begging to take more of him in as he works me from behind.

  He leans down over my back. “Who am I?” he whispers roughly against my check and slowly pulls out, teasing me with his tip while I whimper against the table.

  “Jamie,” I beg. I try to push myself back, so his cock has no choice but to fill me again, but he doesn’t let me.

  He flips me over and pulls my hands over my head, holding me easily in his strong grasp. His fingers trace a line over my lips, and I stare at him with longing. The look in his eyes is more than primal. It’s like he’s staring at something he owns.

  “How many?” His voice is raspy and even angrier. His eyes are cloudy with desire.

  “How many what?” I whisper back. I don’t understand what his game is. How many times do I want to come? As many as you’ll give me.

  “Men have you fucked.” His jaw is tight as he exhales.

  That’s the last thing I expect. Is he serious? I gasp in anger and try to close my legs and push away from him, but he takes this moment to thrust himself back inside so deep that I arch my back and scream out in pleasure. Pleasure shoots down my legs.

  “How many, Wylder?” Jamie persists relentlessly while he’s leaning down toward my body, letting go of my hands and moving both of his to grab hold of my hips and ass. He grinds into me. The pleasure is almost too much.

  I feel my orgasm coming for me, and I’m so ready to take it, but Jamie fucking Donovan pulls out, robbing me of my almost euphoria.

  “No!” I grab his ass and try to pull him back.

  “How many?”

  My gaze meets his. His eyes blaze with such a look of possessive ownership, it takes me aback. I’ve never seen this look before on his face, not this intense. Or raw. I don’t want to answer because it shouldn’t matter one goddamn bit. It shouldn’t.

  But then I realize just as it matters for me, it does for him. That changes everything, and my heart cracks open in more than one way.