“You were there?” I gasped.
I’d continued to take Janie over to see her mother one day a month. I should’ve known he wouldn’t be far behind on those days. He didn’t trust Anna in the slightest. Hell, each subsequent visit we had with her made my status of her as an unfit parent even more and more concrete.
James grin was blinding when he turned around from opening the front door. “Oh, I was there. I watched as you held Janie when that bitch went to put her arms around her. I watched when Janie left two hours later attached to your back. I watched you drop her off at Cheyenne’s. I watched you walk inside your apartment and forget to set your alarm.”
The last part was growled. Come to think of it, I did remember not arming it. I also remember my brother calling to tell me that it wasn’t armed, and wondering how he even knew that little tid-bit of information.
I gave him an accusing look, but he looked unrepentant. “So that’s how Sam knew. His only explanation was ‘Do you think I’m stupid.’”
“Yeah, I should’ve known something was up then when he wasn’t upset that I’d followed you home and knew that you didn’t arm your alarm. He was happy that I’d called, and that I was watching out for you. My fucking sister.” He snarled.
After I closed the door, I put my hand on his shoulder. “Hey, this wasn’t your fault. I’m sure Cheyenne had a really good reason.”
“You know, she probably didn’t have a good reason at all, but I’ll let her explain it to me in a few days. Maybe then I won’t be so pissed off. This five weeks has really been sheer hell.”
I watched him lift his fingers and scratch his beard like he was contemplating saying something else, and when it continued on for another minute or so, I decided to give him some time and explore.
The first room I came to was a formal dining room. However, there was a Lego wonderland dominating the eight-foot glass table that gave it a ‘lived in’ feel instead of a ‘don’t spill a goddamn thing’ feel. Hell, the chandelier over the table had a string of army men hanging from the crystals.
“Yeah, my mom would have a fucking cow if she saw this right now. However, she informed me last week that the house was mine, and that she planned on moving in with Todd Masterson when she got home from her next assignment.”
I gasped and spun around. “Your mom is fucking your lawyer?”
His eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain. “Yeah, from what I can tell. They got close during my first trial for custody of Janie ten months ago. They’ve taken it slow since they lost their significant others, whom they loved like crazy.
“Awww,” I cooed. “How sweet!”
He glared at me, took my hand, and showed me the rest of the house. You could definitely tell that it was a family home. Kid’s toys were laying everywhere. James’ socks and boots in the kitchen under the table. Dirty dishes in the sink. Cereal boxes out on the counters. Toothpaste cap of the tubes. They needed a housecleaner. Although, every bit of it is what you would expect in a home. What I didn’t expect was to walk into a dream room when I came to the door in the kitchen.
“Most houses in the South don’t have basements due to flooding and the Texas Red Clay making it nearly impossible to dig. I’m not sure why this house has it. All I know is I’m glad it does. I’ve made this into a hell of a down room. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until I moved back here.”
When I walked down the stainless steel steps, I stepped out into the ultimate man cave. There was a bar in the far corner made to look like a traditional Irish pub. The ground was concrete. However, it was unique in that it was painted a deep black. The walls matched the Irish theme of the bar, and had a wooden look to them. A massive sectional sofa sat against the far wall and faced an even more massive TV.
Neon beer signs and metal stars lined the walls. The front wall behind the bar held a map of the United States made out of license plates. Pictures of the Free ‘crew’ were interspersed here and there. I was even more surprised to see one of me. Everything fit what ultimately defines ‘man cave’ except one thing.
“Is that a hammock?” I asked walking towards it.
“Yeah,” James answered from directly behind me.
It was connected directly to the ceiling by chains. “Why?”
He laughed. “I get asked that a lot. Normally I say it’s a sex swing because it annoys Cheyenne, but since she’s not here to enjoy my taunting, I’ll tell you the truth.”
“And?” I asked with raised eyebrows as I sat back carefully into the hammock.
“I just wanted it. It gets fucking hot in the summer, and when we were in Iraq and Afghanistan, we slept on them. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I come down here. I can find it instantly on a hammock.”
“Oh,” I said somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t a better reason. “I like the sex swing explanation. It sounds better.”
His eyes darkened as he watched me throw my hands up above my head, which in turn exposed some of my belly. Goosebumps trailed over my body at the look in his eyes. Liquid heat pooled in my nether regions, but I didn’t rub them together. That would only bring more attention to my plight.
He leaned down and placed his hand at the top edge. “Scoot over so I can lay down.”
With a little maneuvering, I scooted over to the edge, and he rolled into place beside me. His leg seemed to buckle, though, because instead of easing down onto the hammock, he collapsed. The momentum of the shift in weight had me rolling so I was all but lying on top of him. My chest in his face. My left leg straddling his firm stomach, and my arms grabbing onto the ropes above his head.
His hands gripped my waist tightly, and it was all I could do not to rub my nipples against his face.
“Fuck,” I hissed and looked down into his eyes.
His mouth was level with my right nipple that was only shielded by a thin camisole. His eyes were dark and focused intently on my cleavage that was practically spilling out of my shirt.
From there, I’m not sure what happened first. It could’ve been me leaning down, or it might have been James leaning forward, but my nipple somehow ended up in James’ mouth. The fabric of my knit skirt slithered up my backside as James’ hand made its way up my thigh.
His hot mouth transferred to the other nipple, and my hands found their way into his hair, giving it a good yank when his seeking hand found my cotton covered core. Scratch that. They were no longer cotton covered anything when James’ hand fisted the flimsy fabric, and wrenched them from my body.
I jolted at the surprise, and reared up. My nipple escaped his mouth, and I looked down at him in astonishment. “You just tore my favorite pair of panties!”
His smile was definitely non-repentant. “I’ll buy you another pair.” He said just before fisting my hair, looping the ends around his fist, and pulling me carefully forward.
“My first boyfriend got me those panties! They have sentimental value!” I said in mock outrage.
I wasn’t really. I’d gotten them at the dollar store the first week I was in Kilgore. He didn’t need to know that though.
“Good riddance.” James murmured right before his mouth settled on mine.
I’ve had three sexual encounters in my life. Once with my high school boyfriend of five months. Once with a one night stand. And then there was Zander, who was the most selfish person on the face of the planet, so I never counted his sex. He was a stick it in and come kind of guy.
James was definitely not. Just from one simple kiss, I was so very close to tipping over the edge into an orgasm that I pulled away. My hips, however, did not stop their grinding, and I saw stars.
“Jesus, that’s all it took? Just your pretty little pussy rubbing up against my dick?” James asked, breathless from our kiss.
My hands went to the bottom of my camisole, and yanked it over my head. My breasts sprang free, and with no obstacle in his way, James latched onto them again with a voraciousness that surprised me.
“We can’t do this on here.” J
ames said in between breasts.
“Watch me.”
Although it took some doing, I finally maneuvered myself to where my feet were planted firmly on the floor on either side of James body. Lifting up, I started fiddling with his belt to get it off. After three failed attempts to get the belt free, I finally glared at James. He tried to wipe the smile off his face, but didn’t quite manage it in time.
When I started to get off him, he reared up and wrapped his hands around my hips again. “Relax. It’s a police belt. It’s not meant to come off easily.”
With deft movements, he used his one free hand to work the belt loose of the loop. The clinging signaled he’d worked it free, then his hips lifted as he ripped the belt out from under his body. It hit the floor with a dull thud, and he lifted his arms so his fingers were gripping the wooden slat at the very top.
“Be gentle with me.” He rasped.
“Oh, this won’t hurt your leg in the least. Now that dick of yours....” I trailed off as I saw the ‘dick’ under question.
“Jesus,” I exclaimed. “I’m not really sure how this works.”
“How what works? You’ve never had sex before?” James asked, looking quite alarmed.
“Of course I’ve had sex!” I practically yelled. “What I haven’t had sex with, though, is a man with a piece of metal in his junk.”
“It’s the same concept, sweetheart. Just ease onto my cock. The piercing does its own work. It’d help if you got it nice and wet with your mouth first, however.”
I looked into his eyes to see if he was joking, but only need shined through. Shuffling back on my feet, I bent down and gave his cock head an experimental lick before fisting his hard length in my hand. My fingers encountered the piercing that had a starring role in my fantasies over the past few months, and I ran one finger around the top bead of the piercing.
The metal, warmed by his skin, was smooth. “Doesn’t this affect how you pee?” I asked just as I let my mouth sink down on his fat cock.
His strangled reply amused me. “Not unless I’m hard.”
Running my free hand down the length of his cock, I let my other wander down to cup his ball sack, and tug it lightly. He involuntary forced himself into my mouth, and I withdrew to take a breath.
“What kind of piercing is this?” I asked on my next lick that went down the length of his shaft.
“Reverse Prince Albert.” He gasped as I took his cock back into my mouth. The head of his cock met the back of my throat, the metal ball making the feeling incredibly weird.
James’ strangled cry made me laugh. “Can you fucking ride me already? I’m dying here.”
I let his dick slip from my mouth and stood. The knit skirt I was wearing fell, concealing my lady bits from his viewing pleasure. His response was to jackknife out of the hammock, place his own feet down onto the floor, and yank the skirt up until it was just under my breasts.
I’m sure he’d have taken it all the way off if he could’ve done it without standing and putting pressure on his leg. “Impatient are we?” I asked.
“I’ve been fucking coming in my sleep again like a damn teenager to dreams of you and how you taste. You have no goddamn clue how embarrassing that is. I can’t get the taste of you out of my mind. I torture myself all day long wondering if you taste the same as you did that day.” He groaned as he fell back to the hammock.
“Maybe we can do that later. Right now, I want to fuck your brains out.” I said softly before taking my abandoned position back up.
The head of his cock kissed my entrance, and just as I was about to sink down, he stopped me with a firm grip on my hips.
“Fuck,” James said trying to sit up again. “I need to go get a condom.”
“Only if you really want to. I’m clean. I had to have some tests run before I came here. I didn’t have any diseases, and I’ve been on birth control for a really long time.” I said, hoping beyond hope he didn’t ask me why I needed testing before I came here.
I’m pretty sure that’d be a mood killer to know the girl you were about to fuck into outer space had cancer less than a year ago.
“I’m clean, too. I had to have a physical to get hired on at at the PD. I also had a vasectomy when I had Janie.” He explained as he helped me line up his cock with my wet entrance.
Dropping my weight down once I had an inch or so inside me, I about burst out of orbit. That fucking piece of jewelry, combined with the size of his dick, stretched me and hit all the right places at once. Not one single iota of space was available for him to add more. I felt so full to bursting that I was already teetering on that razor wire that separated me from my orgasmic state.
“Jesus you’re tight.” James gritted out between clenched teeth.
“It’s been a while,” I explained.
“It feels like it’s been never. Ride me already.” He said, trying to move my hips to the motion he wanted.
I let him move me the way he wanted, totally feeling the way his cock’s piercing dragged against the spot inside of me that had never been stimulated by anything but me before.
“Oh, God.” I panted as I moved myself up with the rhythm of his hands on my hips.
I sank down only for him to lift me back up again. The slap-slap of our bodies meeting was the only thing besides our mingled breathing that could be heard in the room.
A glorious feeling of euphoria started to come over me, and I knew if he could keep it up just a few moments longer, I’d be falling over that cliff.
“I’m close.” I exhaled.
His response was one of his hands leaving my hip, and sliding down to collide with my clit. With deft flicks of his fingers, he worked me closer and closer to the pinnacle.
With his growled demand of, “Come,” I burst.
My channel clamped down hard on his cock. My pulsing vaginal muscles worked his cock, and shortly after I started to slow down, he sped up. Over and over he pounded into me, only extending my own orgasm.
“Fuck me!” He growled.
Doing just that, I started to slam myself down on his shaft. The slapping of our bodies meeting only got louder. However, the new sound of our mingling juices could be heard as well. His abdominal muscles tensed, and with one last thrust, he planted himself inside me as far as he could go.
Pulsating heat splashed against my cervix, sending me into another smaller orgasm that the one before it, but no less intense.
Falling forward, I lay against his chest. Both of us breathing hard and fast.
“That was...” I said, at a loss for words.
“Perfection?” He laughed.
“Yeah, perfection. I think any more sex like that’ll likely kill me. You’ll have to do all the work next time. I’m in no shape to keep that up as much as I want it.” I quipped.
“I think I can handle that. Just give me a few to recoup some of my breath.”
Quiet moments followed that announcement as we both caught our breath.
A board creaked above us, and we both turned our head until we had the basement door in our sights.
“Is that door locked?” I asked sitting up.
“Nope. The only other person it could be is my mom, who is out of state, or my sister.” He said, sitting up as well.
We didn’t rise, because to be honest, this would block more of our bodies from whomever it was than us standing and trying to scramble across the room and behind something to get dressed. That is if I could even find anything to dress into.
The creak of the basement door announced someone’s arrival. “James?” Cheyenne called.
“If you don’t want to see the swing in use, don’t come any further down.” James growled.
The descending feet stopped in their tracks, then turned and quickly ran back up the stairs. “Ohhhh, yuuuck!”
James’ chuckle, combined with my own, made him slip from the snug depths of my body in a wet rush.
“We’ve made a bit of a mess.” I stated the obvious.
“S
ometimes a mess is a good thing.”
Chapter 15
The most dangerous place on earth is between a biker and his bike.
-Biker Truth
James
Once I was changed, I glanced at my watch and saw that I had a little over fifteen minutes before Janie got off the bus for the day. She’d be happy to see me instead of Mrs. Kowalsky. Nothing against the old broad, but she tried to treat Janie as if she were still a two year old kid instead of a six year old. Janie liked the woman, but I’d win out every single time.
Washing my hands quickly, I walked down the hallway, wincing with every other step as my leg throbbed. Hell, it wasn’t even that bad, but the feeling of the top layer of skin being gone was almost worse than any other injury I’d had before.
My eyes scanned all the photos that lined the hallway as I walked past. Every stage of Janie’s life was featured in that hallway. Most of the newest ones were Janie’s school photos and Christmas pictures. Cheyenne and mom used to take her to get her portraits made in a studio when she was a baby so I’d see how big she was getting.
Soft voices made me slow in my progression towards the living room. I stopped as I got to the mouth of the hallway, listening to my sister explain.
“I never meant to hurt you both. I was just trying to get James to make a move. He seemed so unhappy working at the garage. I’d known that he was getting offers from Luke to join the SWAT team, and I wanted him to pursue it. The only way he’d make that decision was for him to have a reason to leave Free.” Cheyenne explained hesitantly.
“Well, you definitely accomplished that.” Shiloh said dryly. “Next time, maybe you can try to not use our relationship as a diving board. These last five weeks have sucked balls.”
Cheyenne made a miserable sound in her throat before continuing. “I never intended for him to leave. Hell, he wouldn’t even speak to Max. Which is saying something because it’s not often that those two don’t speak. They’re the type of friends that end up sitting on their porch when their ninety-five and yell at the neighborhood kids to get off their lawn.”
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