The Lair of Jack: Long Shot Love Duet (Book Two)

by Aven Jayce

  “That’s true.” He rolls back to face me. “You okay emotionally? And how’s your neck?”

  “I’m alright. The hours it took to drive back gave me plenty of time to think and settle down. And my neck’s sore, but fine. Yours?”

  “You mean the tiny nick from Jack’s blade? It’s like a paper cut.”

  The light touch of his hand sliding from my shoulder down to my hip sends my mouth on a slow path to his. I’m delighted to feel his warm breath on my face as our tender flesh presses lovingly together.

  I trace his parted lips with my tongue, taking my time to indulge him with lingering fingertips that graze across his chest. My hand slowly approaches his dick, staying an inch away, being mischievous and undoubtedly arousing in a playful tease.

  I’m delicate with each caress and kiss, aware of his wounds. And Quinn, being the guy that he is, doesn’t complain or mention that he’s been in any pain.

  “God.” He positions his erection against my stomach and whispers, “That didn’t take long.”

  I roll on top of him and slide my abdomen over his hard cock. “I’ve been craving a kiss since last night, craving a king-size thing, too.” I rock over him. “And I’m not referring to the bed.”

  He laughs. “Glad you like it.”

  I skim his lower back and ass, swaying my hips over his groin.

  “You’re the one thing that makes me happy right now. It’s nice that I’ve actually found a man who’ll fight for me and who loves me, even though I have zip to offer him in return. Just love.”

  A coy smile appears. “There’s nothing better than that. I’ve only got the same to offer back... but I’m surprised you even said that. Since when are you so down on yourself?”

  “Probably since I had a noose around my neck,” I say, touching his cheek. “It’s amazing how quickly you realize you haven’t done a damn thing with your life when you’re seconds away from death.”

  “I know. I had the same thoughts.”

  He directs my head to his chest and strokes my hair in a comforting gesture.

  “I wonder why Nadine and Brian haven’t called yet. It’s not like them to—”

  “If you two are gonna fuck, pull the covers down so I can watch. It will take my mind off this throbbing finger.” Jack struts in, pointing toward the bathroom for the two girls who are following close behind to go take a shower.

  “Together?” one asks.

  “Yeah, and don’t get dressed when you’re done.”

  They look at each other, sipping beers with big grins. I don’t know if they find him appealing or they’re drunk.

  “Go,” Jack says, sitting on the edge of the empty bed, untying his big black boots. He kicks them off and peels away his sweaty, stinky socks.

  “Jack.” Roxanne walks in.

  “Now what?” He groans. “We’ve already discussed this. I’ll send them to the office when I’m finished. Hook ‘em up with some nice clothes and figure out what their names are gonna be, market them as a pair, then get them on the schedule for this coming weekend in place of that other woman you have working here.”

  “But she’s good. Why can’t we keep all of them?”

  “Like that asshole, Trent? You’re a bad judge of character. No, she’s not good. I saw the track marks on her legs the other day; my guests shouldn’t have to deal with that type of shit. Take her back where you found her.”

  I slide off Quinn and curl up by his side, twisting my legs over his and setting my arm across his chest, listening to Roxanne and Jack argue.

  “So it’s okay for you to fuck these kids, but you wanted to shoot my head off the other night when you found out I do the same?”

  “Hey, I’m the owner and you’re just a worker.”

  “And you don’t think all the other workers here screw one another?”

  “Roxanne, shut the fuck up and do your job.” He reclines on the bed with his arms outstretched, staring at the ceiling. “Get sizes from the workers, including Quinn and Addie, and order a shitload of new clothing for everyone.”

  “It’s mid-week,” she protests. “We have a handful of guests arriving in a couple of hours, and by tomorrow afternoon, the retreat will be completely packed. We’re booked into the weekend. There’re no empty rooms for these girls to be on the schedule this week. It’s too late.”

  “Would you fucking listen to me. I just said get rid of the other one. They can take her room and her customers. Switch things around and give the men on the schedule these two young ones, no extra charge this week. Then double the rate for them with the new reservations. And make sure the next guy you toss out gets replaced with a woman. We need to expand our clientele.”

  “And Dylan?”

  “Make him an add-on for anyone looking for a bonus lay while they’re here. And give him a mask to wear and a wife-beater to cover that tat on his chest. Gloves, too. He’s also got a small tat on his knuckle.”

  “Sounds like he’ll be dressed as a serial killer. How sexy,” I say to Quinn.

  “Keep him available as a sub if something goes wrong. Though once his face is plastered all over the news, leave him be. Don’t plan on him being around for long, he’s coming with me when I leave.”

  “That day can’t come soon enough,” she says with sass.

  Wrinkles show on his forehead as he lifts his head. “Well, maybe I’ll stay forever. Now go find them something to wear for the night and start ordering some new clothing for everyone.”

  “I need to order food, condoms, liquor, toys... who has time to shop online for clothing? Who? I can’t do fifty things at once. I’m busy until next week.”

  “Oh, I forgot, the twenty cigarette breaks you take every day are far more important than doing any actual work around here. Plus all the screwing late at night.” His voice soars as he takes out his switchblade and juggles it between his hands, keeping his bandaged finger extended.

  “How old are those girls?” She crosses her arms and leans into the dresser.

  “Nineteen, maybe eighteen.”

  “You’re guessing?”

  “Don’t worry about it, just make sure you go over everything with them. Everything.”

  “What about these two?” She nods in our direction.

  “Off limits,” Jack says, appearing too exhausted to sit up. “They’re mine for now. We’ve got business to deal with before they show their faces around here.”

  She walks over to my side of the bed, pulling at the sheet.

  I take it back in a tug o’ war, fighting to keep us covered.

  “Did you hear what I just said?”

  She puckers her lips, putting one hand on her hip in a sulking stance. “So that’s it. The three of you are going to hide out in this room and fuck while I take care of the retreat?”

  “Stop being such a bitch... always jumping to conclusions and complaining about this thing or that thing. All this nagging is giving me a fucking headache.”

  “Well?”

  “Well nothing. Don’t worry your ugly little head over what happens in my suite. I’ll be in the office tonight working my ass off, sitting right next to you making sure you’re doing the same. But for now I’ve got girls to fuck and sleep to catch up on, so get the hell out.”

  She narrows her eyes, shaking her head at his crude and belligerent remarks. She walks closer to his bed, glancing down at him when she speaks.

  “You sound exactly like Paul.”

  Jack lifts his head again, the corners of his mouth rising from her words. “Awesome,” he says.

  “That’s not the word I’d ever use to describe your granddad. Disturbed, sick, unbalanced, deranged maybe, but not awesome.”

  “Uncle,” he responds.

  “What?”

  “Paul was my dad’s ‘daddy-brother.’”

  “That’s a new one,” I say. “Daddy-brother?”

  “Should I even ask?” Roxanne glances down at him, soun
ding annoyed, like always.

  “My dad thought Paul was his father, which would’ve made him my granddad. Then some years ago he found out he was actually his brother, which makes him my uncle. I only call him my granddad when I don’t feel like explaining it.”

  “For crying out loud.” She raises her hands in exasperation and walks out, muttering, “The entire family’s broken. Psychotic freaks, every last one of them.”

  He laughs and reclines, slithering further up until his feet dangle off the edge.

  “We gotta get out of this place,” I say in Quinn’s ear, causing Jack to laugh even harder.

  “Shit, that’s another great song The Animals recorded. Ever hear that one? Addie, you get brownie points for saying that.”

  He slides out of his jeans and boxers and stretches his entire body. Arms high, toes wiggling, displaying his large curved shaft as he unleashes a roaring yawn.

  Quinn’s erection shrinks as Jack’s grows. He pulls the covers over our heads, protecting me from the exhibition in the neighboring bed. With his mouth pressed against my ear, and in his faintest voice, he says, “We’ll discuss if we can leave once he’s asleep. There’s a lot we have to figure out, like getting our stuff from the barn and if there’s anywhere to hide out besides here.”

  “My heart necklace,” I whisper.

  “Especially that. It’ll still be there.”

  Sunlight shines into the room, making it easy for us to see each other’s faces underneath the thin sheet. I nod, hoping he’s right about the necklace.

  “I think we should talk about the stuff Jack said in the barn, the stuff about my dad and my scars.” He swallows hard and touches my shoulder, tracing circles on my skin. “I feel bad that you found out through him and not me, but maybe it’s best to come clean about it now.”

  I blurt out, “I practiced kissing with my dolls and pretended they were boys,” in an attempt to make this easier on him, only I end up sounding like a total twit and send Jack into another fit of laughter.

  “Somehow, I don’t think that’s the same. Nice try though.” He brushes my bony chin with his thumb. “Anyway, my dad caught me kissing one of my friends when I was a kid, but it was out of sheer curiosity. Kids fool around and do weird things, you know? I didn’t realize it was supposed to be with one sex or the other. I was more interested in the feeling and what it was all about than who it was with. How the hell was I supposed to know it was wrong?”

  “It wasn’t,” Jack and I say at the same time.

  “Stop listening to us,” I insist.

  “No. We’re in this together.”

  “What?” I peek out, immediately ducking back under the sheet when I catch sight of him stroking his dick. “We’re not in this together,” I grumble, fed-up with the lack of privacy. “Keep to yourself so we can sleep.”

  “I doubt you’re going to sleep.”

  Quinn swipes his fingertip several times from the ridge of my nose to my temple, slowly petting my brow. The action is mesmerizing, causing me to shift even closer until our bodies are one. “Your big blue eyes are so expressive, they share your feelings even when you’re silent.” His hand descends to my chest and stops over my heart.

  “Are all the scars for the same reason?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and swallows again, still having a difficult time talking about it. “I didn’t have any real girlfriends ‘til high school, but I messed around a lot. When my dad caught me with a girl he said it was a trick, that I was trying to fake him out and that I couldn’t change the fact that I was a fag, no matter how many girls I was with.”

  “Monster,” I say.

  “Yeah... then... then it was whenever he felt like I was being a shit, like mouthing off to him or when I broke his car window with a baseball. The first time started with rage, wanting to cut off my dick, then it became a game to him. Strikes. One after another, all in the same spot so I see them every time I look down at my dick.”

  “Ni-i-i-ice,” Jack says. I hear the girls walk past our bed, giggling. “Let me try you out. Blondie, grab a condom from that basket next to the bed. Roll it on me and sit.”

  “Tactless,” I whisper.

  “How come you didn’t shower?” one of the girls asks.

  “Always after, never before,” Jack says.

  “But you smell and you’re bloody. Can you at least—”

  “What?” he shouts. “You’ve been living on the streets and you’re complaining about a small amount of odor and some blood. It’s minimal considering I had four guys attack me last night. Four. It was brutal. And it’s not like I’m asking you to lick my sac. Christ, I don’t even want to kiss you. I just want to get in and get out. You good with that? Are you here to fuck or do you want me to take you back to the park?” He dominates the room, talking with force.

  “I-I don’t... I...”

  “Huh? Speak up. We can leave right now. You got your beer and a hot shower so you’re good to go.”

  “No, I want to stay,” she says. “But what’s wrong with you?”

  Quinn and I laugh. Good question.

  “Hey... hey, look at me. Don’t worry about those two over there. They’ve got their own crazy shit going on under the sheets.”

  “Crazy shit?” I mouth.

  Okay, I admit, getting my first massage from Quinn was an eye-opener, having sex in the tent was stunning, and watching Dylan whip out his dick for the whore to suck him off was riveting, in a creepy kind of way, but now I’m immune to crazy shit, especially after the fake hanging. Crazy shit doesn’t exist anymore. An alien could walk into our room and my response would be to offer it a beer.

  I’ve built up a resistance to the sins that have plagued my life, exposed to too many overwhelming events in far too little time. I’m angry and confused, but I can’t say I’m taken aback by what’s happening in the other bed. Jack’s gonna fuck two young women, but first he’s trying them out for size, or sensation, or whatever. It’s disgusting, but not at all unexpected.

  “Move a little. Do something,” he says. “Ahh, forget it. Get up.” I hear a smack of flesh, like he spanked her ass. “Take the condom off, and you, it’s your turn. Get a new condom and show me what you got.”

  “When are we gonna screw?” one of them asks.

  “When my dick picks the best pussy.”

  Being around Jack makes me appreciate all the greatness of Quinn, who surprisingly just cupped my tits.

  “I was just thinking how nice it is to be with you, even though you’re being a typical guy by grabbing my breasts,” I tease.

  “I can stop.”

  “Absolutely not.” I put his hands back on my chest.

  He embraces my tits in a calm and soothing motion, giving my nipples a light squeeze. His mouth closes in on mine, his tongue parts my lips, and I’m stormed with one of those clit tingling, we’re about to make love, kisses.

  “Nice, that’s the one,” Jack says. “Get on your hands and knees for me, and you, blondie, go across the hall and ask Roxanne for a nubby strap-on, a short one, nothing too huge. And make sure it’s new.”

  “What for? You want me to fuck you?” She snorts anxiously, sounding like she’s losing her nerve.

  “Guests may ask for it, so get ready to pop your strap-on cherry with me. Don’t tense up about it, chug your beer and chill. Or get a shot from the bar out by the pool, then hurry back.”

  “I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need a drink,” she heads out, “and I’ll have you know I already popped my strap-on cherry, only with a girl, not a guy.”

  “Excellent.” He laughs. “When you get back, crack me open a beer from the mini-bar.”

  My heart flips when Quinn’s cock comes back to life, growing in the palm of my hand.

  “That’s not because of what’s going on next to us,” he whispers. “I’m turned on by you and only you.”

  I smile, my fingers taking a slow, provocative stroll up and down his
length, feeling every contour as our kisses bloom.

  He suppresses a lustful moan by securing his lips to my neck, nipping his way to my ear, whispering, “I want to fuck you, beautiful.”

  I press a finger to my lips, gesturing to stay quiet.

  “Bathroom?” he asks.

  “Wait ‘til he’s distracted. This is okay for now, as long as we’re covered with the sheet.”

  He closes his eyes and exhales as I stroke his length, a deep arousal visibly emerging. I take my time spreading his pre-cum, lubricating his crown with my thumb.

  He gazes at my dominating hand feeding his excitement. His face reddening as heated breath fills the tiny covered space, reminiscent of our first time in his tent. With his fingers sweeping through my wet hair, I slide my leg upward until it rests over his hip.

  “Is that an invitation?” he asks with a devious hand slinking up my inner thigh.

  I listen to what’s going on next to us before answering.

  “Push in... more... uhh... harder,” emerges from Jack. The headboard thuds against the wall as the three of them gasp. “Come on, ram it in me while I’m balls deep in her.”

  “It’s an open invitation. Any time you’re ready,” I whisper.

  He smiles, lowering his head to my tits. His tongue glides around my nipple before he nibbles and sucks, the pleasure spreading from my chest to my clit.

  The faintest erotic sound escapes my lips, sending Quinn back to my mouth to smother any more that might break free.

  The kisses are powerful, our heads slightly tilted and our lips warm and wet. I caress the back of his head, feeling helplessly hedonistic as I give in to his seductive finger play.

  “Touching you fires me up. It won’t be long before I lose control,” he says, circling my clit with his thumb while his curved middle finger slides inside, skimming my G-spot in a coaxing wave. His lips stay close to mine, ready to swallow each of my unruly, carnal moans.

  “You wanna try to cum like this... or you want my cock?”

  “Uh! Jesus.”

  “Shh.”

  My fingers straighten and clench repeatedly, like the rhythmic kneading of a cat when it’s content.

  His pecs are rigid, his dick is twitching against my stomach, and his finger in my pussy is engaged in a fucking motion.