Jace

by Jessie Cooke

  Her breasts spilled out, and her hard nipples brushed against his thighs. “Touch them,” she whispered. Jace reached down and took them in his hands. He caressed and massaged them and then he began to roll and tweak the nipples. While he was doing all that, Carly sat up on her knees with her eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on her face for a few seconds and then once again she grabbed his cock in her hand and ran her tongue along the length of it, causing it to pulse and throb almost painfully.

  “Take off your clothes, Jace,” Carly told him. “All of them.”

  Jace almost hated for her to pause the action because then his brain wanted to start working again. It was screaming, “What the fuck are you doing?” He didn’t answer it, though, he was too busy…having sex. Once he was naked he looked back at Carly, who had stripped down to her panties. She was gorgeous and Jace was shaking all over, almost afraid this was all a cruel joke. Carly sat on the bed and gestured at him once he had his clothes off. He went over and stood in front of her, holding his breath while he watched her part her lips and run her tongue up and down the length of his pulsating cock over and over again. He felt her hand come up and caress his full sac while not breaking her rhythm at all on his cock. He was shaking all over, mostly just from trying to hold back the orgasm that was battering the castle walls, trying to get out.

  Carly looked up at him from underneath her long lashes, placed her mouth against the head of his cock, and made eye contact the entire time she welcomed his rock-hard erection into her waiting mouth. He felt her tongue twisting around it as she took him in deeper. He felt like he might black out from the sheer pleasure of it. Carly spent some time…maybe an eternity, Jace didn’t know…making love to his cock with her mouth. It felt amazing and at the same time, it hurt to physically hold back. He opened his eyes and looked down once to see her nose pressed all the way against his hot skin. It almost looked like she smiled proudly, with his cock in the back of her throat. She let him slide out, still with that “look what I can do” look on her face, and then she let go of him and said:

  “Lie down, Jace.”

  “I don’t have a condom,” he said. His brain was trying one last-ditch effort. His body was going to cry mutiny if that caused her to walk out…but he was still so confused.

  Smiling, she said, “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant. You can pull out before if you want to.” Jace had never fucked a woman without a condom. The prostitutes made him wear one…but at least he knew he was clean. He wasn’t sure about Carly. How many men had she been with?

  “What about…other stuff?”

  “I get tested regularly, Jace. It’s all good. Trust me, okay?”

  He knew he shouldn’t trust anyone, but she was naked and beautiful, and he was naked, and she was still there. He nodded and she stood up as he lay down on the bed. His cock was twitching and moving against his stomach and he had to hold his breath while he watched Carly peel off the red panties she was wearing and toss them aside. She approached him slowly and once she was next to the bed, she drew a line down his body with one fingernail and then with that finger between her lips, she climbed up over him, straddling his body with one of her legs on either side. She lifted up and guided his cock to her pussy, and then she lowered herself down on him. She moaned and Jace gasped. The feel of skin on skin was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had. Convincing himself to use a condom the next time he was able to have sex was going to be hard.

  He let out a stream of low, steady moans as she began to bounce up and down and let him slide in and out. His cock had never felt so good, encased in her tight pussy. He’d never felt one as tight as hers, but it stood to reason that the prostitutes’ would be loosened up a bit from use. Carly’s felt brand new as it gripped his cock and although Jace was positive he wasn’t the only one that had ever used it, he didn’t mind pretending he was. Up and down, she slowly bounced on his cock, and he arched his hips up off the bed…up and down until the two of them found a rhythm, and Jace felt like he was living a dream.

  Jace watched Carly’s breasts bounce up and down through slotted eyelids as she picked up her pace. He reached up at one point and took them both in his hands. She groaned out a “Yes!” when he pinched her nipples. She sighed when he let go, and gasped out, “Oh yeah,” when he pinched them again. Then suddenly she was sputtering something that he could hardly understand. “Jace…oh fuck…I’m about to…Don’t stop fucking me. I’m going to…Ah!” She threw her head back as she screamed and Jace felt her pussy walls close down around his cock like a vise. He realized without the condom he could feel so much more than just skin. He felt the flow of her hot orgasm wash over him and then it was his turn.

  Jace stretched his head backwards and dug it into the pillow. He arched his back and let go of the orgasm he’d been holding onto, and he came in buckets…inside of her. Carly collapsed on his chest. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and when she collapsed on top of him it acted as lubrication between their bodies. Carly lay there writhing for a while, and then suddenly she sat up and looking down into his face she smiled…almost smugly…kissed his lips softly and then with the tips of her hair tickling his neck she whispered, “How was it?”

  Still with a catch in his throat Jace said, “Amazing.” Carly smiled, put her lips to his ear and said:

  “Amazing enough to convince you to go talk to your dad?”

  Jace knew he’d been used, set up, paid in advance for what she wanted. She was just like one of the hookers; she expected payment for fucking him…no free rides. It was her bad, though, that she hadn’t gotten her payment from him up front because even after all that, there was no way he was talking to the Colonel for her.

  10

  To say Carly was pissed after she seduced Jace and he still refused to talk to the Colonel was an understatement. She was spitting at him like a wildcat when he almost had to physically remove her from the apartment. As soon as she was gone, he called the attorney that had handled the transfer of the medical power of attorney from Carly to his old man. Jace had been present when the documents were signed, but he was a kid, and worried about his sister, so he hadn’t paid a lot of attention to the specifics. Something was telling him, however, that Carly hadn’t just shown up out of the blue, worried about her sister. He had seen firsthand that there had to be something in it for her. Jace checked on Rosie while he waited on hold. She was curled up on top of her bed, holding the doll that Jace brought her two years earlier when he got out of prison. She was sound asleep but there was a smile on her lips. He wondered what she was dreaming about. Smiling himself, he put a blanket over her legs and left her alone to sleep. He told himself he might need a nap because undoubtedly, she’d be up by 3 a.m.

  “Mr. Bell?”

  “Yes.”

  “This is Casey McMahon. I’m the attorney who handled the power of attorney between your father, your stepmother, and her sister. What can I do for you?”

  “Can you tell me who had power of attorney over Myrna’s finances? I wouldn’t ask, but I have custody of my sister, her daughter. I was just in the process of planning for her future, college and all of that. She’s almost sixteen now.” Jace was almost frightened at how easily the lie rolled off his lips. He heard the tapping of a keyboard in the background and then the attorney said:

  “That would be your father.”

  “So, Rosie’s aunt transferred it all to him?”

  “Yes, everything. Basically, in layman’s terms, your father is her guardian at this point, free and legal to make all decisions.”

  “Thank you,” Jace said. “I’ll talk to him then.” He hung up before the lawyer could ask any more questions. He didn’t know how much money Myrna got in the divorce, but if it was even close to half of what the Colonel had, it was a decent chunk of money. Carly looked affluent, but she had told Jace herself that she wasn’t. He wondered what had happened to send her running to a place she seemed to despise, to meet with a man she despised in the hope of getti
ng her hands on that money. He also couldn’t help but wonder if she’d also tried to seduce his father. He shuddered at the thought. The sex had been great, but as soon as it was over, his brain kicked back in and he knew it was a mistake. The best he could hope for was that she’d go back to where she came from and leave them all alone. He felt horrible for Myrna and if he thought he could influence his father at all, he’d have tried without sex as payment. But he knew the Colonel too well, and Jace’s asking him to do something would only make him eager to do the opposite.

  Jace went into his own room to take a nap. He set the phone down on the bedside and laid down. He was almost asleep when it rang. He cursed when he looked at the face of it. Speak of the devil. He thought about not answering it, but old habits die hard. He was taught to respect his father, whether the man deserved it or not. He put the phone to his ear and said, “Hello?”

  “Tell that bitch Carly she’s wasting her time. She’s not getting her hands on Myrna’s money. It’s my money anyway; Myrna had nothing when I married her. It will be the kid’s money one day. But I’ll die before I see Carly touch a penny of it.”

  With a twisted little grin Jace said, “Who is this?”

  “Jason Allen Bell! This is no time for your smart mouth.”

  Still smiling, but trying to hide the sound of it in his voice, he said, “She was already here. I told her I wouldn’t get involved. Okay?”

  “Good. The kid…”

  “Rosie. Her name is Rosie.”

  “She’s my kid. I know her name.” Technically she wasn’t his “kid” any longer. He’d signed his rights away. But Jace was tired and not in the mood to argue with him so he stayed silent and the old man went on, “The kid turns sixteen in a few weeks, right?” She was his, yet he had to confirm with Jace that he knew when her birthday was. That said a lot.

  “Yeah, on the 22nd. Why do you ask?”

  “When she’s sixteen I’m transferring her trusts over to you. You can start taking care of the bills for her school and whatever.”

  “Why?”

  “Because what if I die? If I did, that bitch Carly once again becomes Myrna’s next of kin and God only knows what that bitch will do with the money. You’ll be stuck looking for a way to pay for the kid’s care yourself. After she’s sixteen, even if something happens to you, nobody will be able to come along and take control of it. It will pass straight to her and the facility can just hold it in trust for her and take the necessary payments out of it.” Jace hated to admit that there was anything good about his old man, but he did have to give him credit for how dedicated he was to taking care of his family, and how well he handled his finances. Hopefully Rosie would never learn how to tell someone that she hated them…for a lot of reasons…but mostly because that was the straw that had to break the camel’s back to get the Colonel to finally write off the son he never wanted. Jace wondered if he was planning on leaving his money to Rosie when he died. He knew the old man still had to have plenty of it, and he also knew the Colonel would never leave it to him. He didn’t care, though, as long as Rosie was taken care of. He could work for what he needed.

  “Okay,” Jace said, choking out a thanks. “What do you need me to do?”

  “Meet with me and the lawyer the day after the kid’s birthday. I’ll have him draw up all the papers. All we’ll have to do is sign them. I’ll let you know what time after I talk to them.”

  “Okay,” Jace said again. This time the “thanks” was genuine, but the Colonel didn’t hear it. He’d already ended the call, without asking how either one of his children was doing.

  Over the next couple of weeks, Carly called Jace several times. She’d run the gamut of emotions, first pretending to be sweet and telling him she just missed her niece and all she wanted was a little time with her. When Jace refused, she unleashed a chain of profanity on him. He hung up. A week later, she called back, pretending to be sorry and once again telling him how horrible her sister looked and that she was suffering. Jace reminded her that he had no pull with the Colonel. That was true, but at that point he also didn’t want to mess things up for Rosie. The Colonel was about to turn hundreds of thousands of dollars over to him so his sister’s life could be comfortable, always. Jace wasn’t about to risk that. But no matter what he said, it seemed like Carly wasn’t going to stop trying. When the facility Rosie stayed at refused Carly’s visiting status without checking with Jace first, she was pissed and he got cussed out on the phone again. If it wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass, he’d change his number. He just kept hoping she’d give up and leave soon.

  It was the day before Rosie’s birthday and Jace was getting the apartment ready for her. He wanted her to feel like it was a “real” sweet sixteen, so he had done something he’d never done before and invited a few of the neighbors over. The one that lived to the right of them was an elderly lady who always had a kind word for him, and for Rosie when she saw her. The people to the left he didn’t know well, but they seemed like a nice enough couple. They were in their late thirties and they told Jace they had a seventeen-year-old son, but Jace had never seen him. He also invited the building super and his wife. They were both middle-aged and Rosie had taken to them right away when they came over to do some work on the plumbing in the apartment. That rarely ever happened.

  He spent the day cleaning and he even baked her a cake. He could have ordered one, but he wanted to try it himself. He thought it was pretty ugly, but he’d tasted a little piece of it, and it was delicious. Kind of like him, he thought with a laugh. Ugly on the outside and delicious inside. He was laughing at his own stupid joke when he realized it was time to go pick up Rosie.

  He cleaned up and drove down to the facility. Rosie ran to him when she saw him and laid her head against his chest for a “hug.” Then she said, “My birthday.”

  Jace smiled. The facility always made a big deal out of her birthday. He was so thankful for that, since he had missed so many. But thanks to all of that, Rosie had come to love her birthday. “That’s right, little sis. Tomorrow is the big day, sweet sixteen.”

  She smiled again and said, “I want cake.”

  Jace laughed. “Me too. Maybe we’ll eat the one I made tonight and get another one tomorrow. Come on, let’s get home and get this party weekend started.”

  On the way home Jace told Rosie about all the people coming to her party. She listened, smiling, and then she said, “Mama?” When Rosie woke up from her nap that day and Carly was gone, she’d had a meltdown. Jace hadn’t been able to convince her that Carly wasn’t her “mama.” In the days that followed, she’d had intermittent breakdowns, even once she was back at the facility. Maria, the therapist, had tried to convince Jace that maybe letting her see Carly wasn’t a bad thing. Jace couldn’t do it, however. He was sure that Carly wanted to try to find a way to use Rosie to get what she wanted, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

  “No honey, your mama won’t be there.”

  “It’s my party,” she said, pronouncing every word, precisely.

  “I know, but…”

  “My party. My birthday.”

  “Yes it is, but…”

  “I want Mama.” Jace looked over at her. He could see the tears beginning to well in her eyes. He sighed and turned back toward the road.

  “I’ll see if she can come,” he said.

  Rosie clapped her hands together like she did when she was happy. Jace wasn’t sure he was doing her any favors by letting her believe Carly was her mom. As soon as she was done with them, he knew she’d be gone, and for Rosie that might be like losing her mother twice. But she was so happy, so he had to try. If Carly showed up, he wasn’t going to let her be alone with his sister. No telling what she had told her.

  The party guests all arrived on time, except for Carly. They had each brought a present and Rosie was almost over-stimulated as she stared at the colorful wrapping paper. Jace wasn’t happy when he saw that the neighbors on the left had brought their son with them. Normall
y he wouldn’t care, but the kid was dressed like a gangbanger and Jace caught him once looking at Rosie…like she was a regular girl.

  “So,” Jace said, trying to feel the kid out. “You’re Robert…”

  “Little Ro,” he said. Jace resisted the eye roll and said:

  “Well it’s nice to finally meet you, Ro.”

  “Yeah. When do we eat? I’m fucking hungry.”

  Jace frowned. “Don’t talk like that in front of my sister, okay?”

  “Sure, man, whatever. So, when do we eat?”

  “I’ll go check on the meat.” Jace was barbecuing on the patio out back and as soon as he went out to check the meat, he heard the house phone ring. Jace only had a house phone because he didn’t trust his phone not to lose service or battery in case of emergency. He put the lid down on the barbecue pit and went inside. Carly had shown up while he was out back and she was standing in front of the gift table, with a snobby look on her face.

  “Jace! Over here!” She raised her hand and was moving her fingers at him. He ignored her and picked up the phone.

  “Yeah?”

  “Jason Bell?”

  “Who wants to know?”

  “This is Paul Newton. I’m an RN at Bowling Green Medical Center, in Kentucky.”

  “Okay…” Kentucky?

  “I’m sorry to have to do this on the phone, sir. It’s your father, he’s had a heart attack. Apparently he was here on the Fort Campbell army base giving a seminar when it happened. They stabilized him and transferred him to our cardiac center here.”

  Jace froze for a few seconds. He honestly wasn’t sure what to say. He almost felt guilty because one of his first thoughts was what might happen if the Colonel died before he transferred the money for Rosie. Jace could never afford to keep her at the facility, or to give her most of what she needed. Special needs care is expensive, and Jace wanted her to have the best. Still, it was a morbid way to think. “Um…okay, is he okay?”