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

by Aven Jayce

  Emma’s dark lashes and thickly penciled black brows lift up. “He’s not twenty-two. Jack, stop telling people that.”

  “Enough!” In a surprise attack, he rushes onto the bed, not giving her a chance to kick him off, or us a chance to give him shit for fibbing about his age.

  He moves the ashtray to the nightstand and straddles her legs, sliding his fingers over her round, feminine shoulder.

  “Love you, baby, and that’s the truth, only I don’t need this right now,” he says in a soft, endearing voice. After a deep inhale he releases a long sigh and continues. “I fucked up, so just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. I hate it when you’re spitting fire at me.”

  “Jack... this whole trip was a test and you failed miserably. And it’s too late to do anything about it.” Her pointy nail spears his hard pecs, leaving small dots on his skin. “You have the body of a man, but the manners and brain of a teenage boy. How are you going to make it up to him this time?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “He’s protective of you, and for good reason.”

  “I know.”

  “He loves you, but you don’t give a damn, do you?”

  “I do.” He exhales.

  “You’re constantly under his watch because he thinks you’re gonna fuck up and get arrested, and until you prove—”

  “Stop.”

  His hand descends and circles her navel, then brushes across the top of her lace panties. “I have more important things on my mind than him. How ‘bout you let me heat up your pussy with some party action from my dick.”

  She grips his wrist and blocks his attempt at seducing her. “I’m starting to think you don’t want to leave your safe haven in the pines.”

  “Not true.”

  “And what about these two?”

  Quinn puts his hand on my knee, answering before Jack has a chance. “We’re just catching a ride. If you want us to leave, we’ll go.”

  She smothers her cig in the ashtray, presenting us with a hesitant grin like we’re a couple of fools. “Why are you doing this for them?” she asks. “Your dad said you’ve told them stuff about your family... why? What makes them so special? You’ve never been open with anyone besides me.”

  He wrings his hands, getting wound up that he has to defend himself. “Because, I could go outside and drag a guy back in here, kill him in front of these two, and they wouldn’t say a word to anyone. That makes them pretty damn special in my book. I don’t mind helping people out or giving them a ride if they’re not gonna turn on me.”

  “We never said we agree with your lifestyle,” Quinn says. “We’re just trapped and can’t do anything about it, that’s all.”

  He blows off Quinn’s comment, carrying on with his motives for whatever the fuck they’re talking about.

  “We don’t know anyone we can be ourselves around. And wait until you see the size of Dylan. The guy just got outta prison and is all beefed up. I need someone like him to watch over you when we head into that world. I can’t protect you 24/7 once it starts, so however I can keep you safe, anyway I can...” He sniffs and wipes his nose with his arm. “The king and queen of that city. That’ll be us in a few years.”

  She shakes her head, blocking his wandering hand from sneaking under her panties. “You can hire anyone to be your bodyguard.”

  “Wrong. You gotta be sure they’re loyal and not working for anyone else. Wrong.” He slides his hands up her abdomen to her tits. “Wrong.” And back down to her hips. “Wrong.”

  Quinn and I stay quiet and gaze back and forth between them, trying to piece together their plans. I thought we were heading west for safety, going off on our own, but it sounds like Jack wants us to be part of something in the making.

  Emma looks at us and crosses her arms, frowning as he explains.

  “I’m fucking tired of being told what to do and how to act, how to dress, feel, what to eat and when. And I’m tired of living two lives around our friends. People back home see me as a tool who works for my dad. I don’t want that. I’m not happy and neither are you, we need our freedom, but we have to wait ‘til I get what’s mine. So be patient.”

  She holds up three fingers, pressing them to his lips.

  They’re gobbled up, all three consumed deep inside his mouth, sucked on, and slid through his teeth on the way out.

  “Em, I’m making sure we have a handful of the right people with us to get things started. Not our high school friends or people we’ve met at the townie bar who’re going to scream and run for help, waving their hands in the air like fuckwads if I shoot a guy in front of them.”

  “What’s going on?” I ask, sensing that from hour to hour, minute to minute, we’re becoming more entangled in Jack’s life... pieces in an unknown game... a couple of sheep being herded this way and that.

  “They get a chance to start over and I get my independence, something I’ve been without for years. And I’m reclaiming my birthright. I’m doing this.” He finger combs his hair then looks at his bandage, raising it to her eyes. Leaning in, he coerces her to follow his hand left and right. “I’m getting that place and everything it represents. It should’ve stayed in the family. Now it’s up to me to take it back and rebuild.”

  “I get it, but I’m worried about you.”

  “Why?” He bends closer to her, attempting to nip her bottom lip while his greedy hand clutches her tit.

  She pushes him back, still not giving in to a kiss.

  Strong woman.

  “What are you worried about?” he asks again.

  “I think you’re jumping head first into water without testing its depth. Trust should take years to build.”

  “Fuck that.” He leans back, rubbing his hands up and down her legs. “It took me years to trust my dad after my parents got a divorce, and he broke that trust between us in a matter of seconds. I don’t trust anything now except for my instincts. And my instincts about these two and Dylan are right.”

  “Just like that?”

  “No... well yeah, just like that. So what? Spend a couple hours with them and you’ll see. It’s not like if I’m wrong that it matters much. I can kill ‘em and bury ‘em somewhere, no big deal.”

  “Quinn and I will kill you and bury you somewhere if you try it,” I tease right back.

  “Oh, I like her.” Emma grins. “Anyway, your dad will find you and drag you back if he doesn’t break your legs first. And the email you sent me about this trio—”

  “You deleted that, right?”

  “The email about this trio you kidnapped, even if they are cool—”

  “I didn’t kidnap them.”

  “Hush, let me talk... this trio was never discussed. I thought it was going to be just the two of us.”

  “And you know how much I hate being alone. I don’t want to end up like my dad, living in isolation with no friends.”

  “He’ll never let you get away with this.”

  “Once a Jameson, always a Jameson. It’s in my blood, Kiddo.” He smirks.

  “Yep.” She nods and draws in her lips, wholeheartedly agreeing. “Exactly. You have a small number of redeeming qualities that are overtaken by evil. Fucking Jamesons.”

  He smirks again.

  “And don’t resurrect that ‘Kiddo’ word. Leave it in the grave with your Uncle Paul. It’s his, not yours. Got it?”

  “Nope.”

  “Dill hole,” she teases.

  “Bitch.”

  “Cocksucker.”

  “Bitch.”

  “You guys are so wrong for each other, but so right. You’re like an old married couple... who aren’t married. How long have you been together?” I ask.

  Jack’s quick to answer. “I picked her up behind an alley last year, she was turning tricks. Best day of my life.”

  She wriggles out from under him and kicks his rigid abdomen over and over until he’s off the bed again.

  “He was
a cocky sixteen-year-old twerp who I fell in love with. Handsome, talkative, loving, had his own suite in a fancy hotel, showered me with gifts and dinners, and we used to have some kickass sex...”

  “Used to? We still do.”

  “Nope, I’m waiting for an apology, a real one before that ever happens again.” She slides a finger under her panties and provocatively removes them. Then with a bend of her knees, she opens her legs, showing him what he’s missing out on.

  “Jesus, I’m not here,” Quinn says, twisting on the bed and pretending to watch TV, while Jack blows into his hand and smells his breath, keeping close surveillance on her pussy.

  “The whole family’s slick,” Emma says, naked from tip to toe. “I got sucked into their lives when I was a teenager, and before I knew it they were feasting on my flesh like leeches. Once they attached themselves, it was all over and I couldn’t escape.”

  “Oh, come on. You make it sound like you can’t stand us.” He opens his suitcase and takes out a massive brick-shaped heap of weed, tossing it on the bed.

  “I love your entire family far too much, that’s the problem.”

  I nudge Quinn to take a look at the mound of pot. He takes a glance, looking past Emma’s nude body to the other side of the bed.

  Like me, he’s in awe and asks, “Do you deal? Or does your dad?”

  “No, we’re just one big pot-loving happy family,” he says, handing Emma a pipe.

  She rushes to pack it and takes a hit, leaning against the headboard in pure delight.

  “I can’t believe you left and took all the weed... all your dad’s weed.”

  “Sorry... super sorry. Not about the pot, not really about the pot... I’m kinda trying to... I love you and I know I hurt you... umm, you get what I’m sayin’?”

  “Slightly better apology now that I’m getting high, but still not good enough.”

  “But you love me, right?”

  “Of course. We’ve been through too much together, too fucking much. Yes, I love you. Face it, no one else knows you like I do. No one else would put up with your shit or could handle being around your dad and stepmom. No one. So stop breaking my heart, okay?”

  “Baby.” He sits by her side, caressing her neck and stroking her hair. He lifts her chin and waits for her to look up, leaning in with a calm and delicate kiss the moment she does.

  He parks his cheek on her chest and puts his arms around her, being sensitive and acting sweet. “Sorry, sorry about everything. I have no plans on losing you and, I swear, I swear it won’t happen again. Even if it’s for business, I won’t do it.”

  “You’re damn lucky that’s the first time I’m hearing those words, otherwise you’d be one lonely bastard. But... that is a better apology.”

  He pumps his fist in the air in triumph, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching inside to reposition his dick. He believes he’s won, about to take off his clothes and move in for a fuck when his hand’s caught and guided to her pussy.

  “After everything you’ve done, this night is about me, not you. Your apology is a start, but I have many more coming.” She gives him a steady look with all seriousness. “Fair?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Yes about the apologies, you have more coming but, no, don’t hold out on me. Fucking for forgiveness is what I do best. Let’s do it.”

  “Fucking for forgiveness?” I utter. “That sounds like a college rock band.”

  “Fucking for forgiveness has never been over this subject,” she says.

  “And it won’t ever be again, but I want this to be about us, not you. I want to be inside you.”

  I didn’t expect that. He was surrendering and a second later he’s up on his feet, sliding off his jeans and boxers, and stroking his dick as he kneels over top of her.

  “I’m still not in this room,” Quinn says, falling back on the bed and dragging me along with him. “I’m in no mood to hear you guys fuck.”

  “They’re not listening or paying any attention to us being here,” I say. “I guess the bet’s off.”

  “I won the bet,” Jack declares.

  I spoke too soon; he is paying attention to us.

  “You didn’t win. Emma was upset about you sleeping around, just like I said. If anything, you should answer my questions and keep your end of the deal.”

  “Tomorrow, not when I’m about to get laid... being a pussy twice today, once for you guys and once for my woman wasn’t my idea of a good time, now screw everyone. I need to get back to being a man.” He taps her thighs. “Open wide so we can fuck.”

  “Nope.” She sits up and grasps his hair, leading him to her pussy. “I’m first. Lick.”

  Quinn groans and places his palm on my cheek, turning my head to face him. “Where are we and how did we get here?” he asks. “It’s like being at the retreat.”

  He shifts closer, giving me a warm kiss—his smooth lips pressing softly to mine as his tongue awakens to play.

  With a quiet roll on top of me, his arms settle alongside my head to create a barrier from everyone else in the room.

  His cock grows under his jeans, becoming a pillar and bearing down on my leg in a matter of seconds. Even with Jack in the background complaining about Emma’s demands, the sexual desire between us is relentless, making it impossible to hide our love. We’re affectionate, but not in a tasteless way, like what’s happening in the other bed.

  With soft lips sucking my earlobe, he whispers, “I’d do anything to be alone with you... anything to undress you... anything to make love to you.”

  The room becomes silent, making Quinn hold still. We stare at each other with aroused, blushing smiles, waiting for them to make some noise.

  His stubble tickles my neck, sending a sudden jolt through my body, the carnal sensation taking me by surprise and causing me to shudder.

  “Hi, sexy,” I speak in a tender voice.

  “Hi, beautiful. What was that?”

  “Electricity racing through my body from love. Lots of love.” I sweep my hand down his neck and submit to his heartfelt kisses.

  “Do it again,” he requests, tracing my hairline and moving loose strands behind my ear.

  I tremble from his touch again, earning a warm smile in return.

  We take a moment to listen, still, there’s only silence coming from the other bed.

  I lift my head and Quinn peers back, observing Emma and Jack staring right at us, ruining our intimate moment.

  “Damn it.” Quinn looks around, searching for somewhere we can be alone. “You mind if we sleep in your car?”

  “I do mind. I don’t want cum stains on the seats.” Jack gets out of bed, his curvy dick bobbing in the air. He picks up the pipe from the nightstand, the drab room illuminated by his friendly expression as he holds it in front of us.

  Quinn rolls onto his side and keeps his erection hidden parallel to my leg, passing over the offer to smoke by waving his hand in the air for Jack to go away.

  “Relax for once. You’ve been uptight since I met you in the lobby at Afterglow. I got your back now, so just chill.”

  “I’m not uptight, I just want some time with my girl. You mind?”

  “I already said I did, but...” He takes a hit from the pipe and passes it to Emma who’s happy to take the next drag. “But...”

  “But what?”

  He puckers his mouth and smacks his lips as he contemplates his fantasies. “But, I guess I’ll leave you alone if you do one thing for me.”

  Quinn hesitates before asking what it is.

  Jack extends his hand, maintaining a sincere face, and says... “Friends?”

  We check out his hand, then his erection, then his hand again, displaying wrinkled noses at the thought of where it’s been.

  “Fine.” He holds out his other hand. “This one hasn’t touched my dick, just take it and shake. Friends don’t come around all that often, not genuine ‘I’ve got your back’
kind of friends. And I do have it, I’ve got your back, buddy. I helped you out of that mess and I’ve got your life all planned out. You don’t have to worry about a thing, I promise. You guys are safe.”

  He extends his arm further, jouncing it to get Quinn to accept.

  “Alright...” He inhales a colossal breath and exhales through his nose, guarded as he gives in to a quick handshake. “We can be unfriendly friends. And I do appreciate your help—the ride, the food, the motel—but I’m still not fucking next to you in that bed, or letting you watch us fuck. I’m not changing everything about myself just to make you happy.”

  “I agree with Quinn,” I say. “We’re not changing our beliefs, even if you are starting to grow on us a bit.”

  “I’m growing on you?” He scratches his nuts and exudes a face of satisfaction. “Cool. I have that affect on people.”

  “They’re hot,” Emma says, turning to me. “You’re gorgeous, Quinn too. You sure you don’t want to give me something sexy to eye tonight so I don’t have to look at Jack?”

  “Hey.” He hurdles back on top of her and wriggles his fingertips into her sides, making her burst into a raucous cackle. “Don’t say that to me or I’ll take you down... down, down, down,” he sings. “Down to suck on my big thick cock.”

  “Stop!” She kicks wildly, twisting her body to escape. “Jack!”

  His dick pushes inside her with a speedy thrust and she gives him a fierce push back.

  “How’s that, baby?”

  “Average.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “How many orgasms do I get tonight?” She rotates her hips, trying to work her clit into him as his waist remains motionless and he focuses instead on caressing her breasts.

  “I’m exhausted from the long drive... how ‘bout I give you one? Then a quickie with my morning wood when we wake up.”

  “One? I want at least four.”

  “Fuck, that’s a lot of work.”

  “A minimum of four, understand? And at least two of those are coming from your tongue.” She jokes with him, picking up her gun and twirling the barrel into his chest. “Agreed? You’ve got a lot of making up to do tonight and in the coming days, so the more orgasms you give me, the quicker I’ll start forgiving you.”