Quiet sobbing woke him from a fitful sleep. On the nightstand the blinking clock read four in the morning. Jimmy stroked Sameera’s hair and trailed a finger down the side of her face. He couldn’t take much more of the despair ripping her apart. He promised he’d shoulder her grief, shoving back his own, he kissed her on the cheek and swiped the tears rolling down her face.
“S-sorry. I was having a good dream, and then woke up and realized it was fantasy.”
“Sam, stop apologizing.” Her sorrow tore at his soul.
“J.J., I’m afraid to go back to sleep. I don’t want to see his face. I keep seeing his smile.”
“It’s gonna take time, meerkat.” Her body shivered in his arms. “You’re cold.” He rubbed her skin. Sameera scooted her body into his, wrapping her arms tight around him. Jimmy groaned. They weren’t kids anymore. She was a woman, he a man. She smelled of sunshine, and her skin soft as cotton. She tucked her face into his chest. His dick lurched against her naked stomach. Sameera knew. The absence of her breathe on his chest told him so. “Sorry. I should go.”
“No. It’s okay we can ignore what I just felt. Please don’t leave yet.” Sameera tightened her hold.
Ignoring the awkward moment seemed illogical, as the affliction hadn’t subsided. Each time her body squirmed, the more coiled his arousal became.
“Maybe forgetting for a little while isn’t a bad idea.” Her quiet voice penetrated the silence.
“Sam,” he hissed. She had no idea what she was suggesting, asking of him, if she did, she wouldn’t put him in the position of being a dick either way in the outcome. Jimmy closed his eyes.
“I’m broken and feel like I’m dying. Please, just one time. Give me something besides this unbearable grief.”
Jimmy swiped a tear from her face. How could he tell her no? He tipped her face up to his and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sameera’s breathing quickened. One taste wasn’t enough. He dipped in and stole another, drank her in, feasted on her sweet tasting mouth. As he slid his fingers in her hair, she plastered her body over him. Jimmy growled and ripped her lace panties off, giving into the unrelenting need to sink his fingers into her tight core. Using his other hand, he tore the shirt over her head, and feasted his gaze on her breasts confined by black lace. Taking her breast in his palm, he flicked her nipple. Her intake of breath and quivering thighs teased him.
“J.J.,” she moaned, as he speared his fingers in and out of her core, then brought the sopping digits into his mouth. The combination of her taste and her hand wrapped around his dick made him groan, which turned into a harsh wheeze as she dragged the tip over her folds, wetting his appetite for more. Jimmy took the reins and propelled forward. Sameera’s soft gasp rung in his ears as he penetrated her.
“So tight.” Her body loosened as he worked farther into her welcoming body, strumming her clit between them, easing her to his size. Sameera ran her hands up his chest, around his neck, surging her mouth to his. He swallowed the sweet taste of her as he rocked in and out of her luscious body. When she fell back onto the bed, he followed her. Her nails bit into his arms, he relished the sting. Welcomed the scars she’d leave along his arms, down his back, and in his soul.
Their passions mounted as they formed their own rhythm devoid of music, other than the cadence of their hearts beating in furious sync, their breathing signaling the inevitable crescendo. Jimmy slowed his pace while kissing a path down her neck, stopping to sample her pert breasts. Sameera’s body trembled each time he nipped her budded nipples, her pussy gushed and clenched around him, drowning him in her undertow. He fought for control, finding purchase in gripping the sheets bunched around him. Her long legs felt too good around his hips as he drove home tirelessly.
“I’m so close.”
Jimmy swallowed the words in his mouth with a final kiss as she convulsed around his cock. The feel of her tight, warm haven sent him spiraling over the edge of insanity, he came in her.
“J.J.”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.” Her voice belied sleep.
“Get some sleep, I’ll be back in a few.” He slipped out of her and kissed her head. Guilt shredded him as his body left direct contact with hers. The bottle of Jack wore off. He gave her a final look before leaving the room in search of a new bottle. The voices in his head spiraled out of control as he walked through the too silent house. Fighting his conscience, Jimmy took the steps two at a time, groaning when his hip hit a stationary piece of furniture. Fuck. His mom must’ve changed the furniture arrangement.
In the kitchen, he searched for the two hidden bottles of aged scotch, the colonel hid from his mother. Hitting pay dirt, he pried off the top and took a healthy swig to washout the sweet taste of Sameera from his mouth. His stomach churned from betraying his brother. He barely made it to the sink before the roiling grew too much. His stomach hardened in a flurry of spasms, emptying its contents. He turned on the faucet and ducked his head under the water, then tilted his head to wash the foul taste of alcohol laced bile from his mouth.
After swiping his hair back, he picked up the bottle and tipped it back. Finishing the first, he tossed the empty bottle and opened the second while the burn washed away everything but the fire chasing his stomach. Unbidden tears wet his cheeks. The more he wiped at them the more they came. He crashed into the table as he walked across the room to head outside. Remembering the house alarm gave him pause. He slid down the wall in the corner of the room, bottle in hand and gave into desolation, draining half the scotch in a few chugs.
“J.J.” Would he ever find reprieve from her sweet voice.
“Go away, Sam.”
“Where are you?” she whispered.
“Down here. Go away,” he slurred a little louder.
“I can’t leave you like this.” Her voice drew closer to him.
“Trust me, isn’t the first time I’ve been drunk.” He swished the bottle before tipping the glass rim to his mouth for another dose of medicine. Her hand touched his as she slid down the wall next to him. Jimmy wiped his face as if she could tell he cried.
“I’m worried. You didn’t come back.”
“You should go back to bed, I’m fine. I’ll be up in a while. Go get your rest.”
“No, you’re not. You’re naked and drunk in your parent’s kitchen. You didn’t even put clothes back on.”
“Yeah, I had to get away from you. What we did was wrong on so many levels. Go to bed. I’m no good for you.” Her startled intake of breath at his words bothered him, not enough to stop spiraling downward though.
“Is that Jimmy speaking or the colonel?”
Jimmy drank as if she wasn’t there. “Does it really matter whose voice is in my head right now?”
“I think you should stop drinking now.” She made a play for the bottle, but Jimmy slapped her hand away.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t be here for you?” As Sam reached over his lap to grab the bottle on the floor, the belt around her waist unraveled. She fought to grab the bottle and to cinch the satin material around her waist.
“Being near me isn’t smart—right now.” His gaze dropped to her small perky breasts. Fuck, I love her A cup tits. The memory of her dusk colored nipples caused his dick to stir.
A flush stole across her cheeks as she secured her clothing. “How badly do you want this bottle?” He held the bottle out to her only to bring the lip back to his mouth for a sip.
“Enough to save you from drowning.”
“Too late.” He chuckled. “Drowning, what a novel idea. I’m already dead in here.” He tapped his fingers over his heart, licked his lips and took another shot.
“It’s never too late,” Sameera whispered.
Jimmy ran a hand through his hair and snarled, “Leave me to my bottle or get on my dick. Either way, I’m done talking.”
She did the craziest thing. Instead of running for her life, Jimmy’s gaze followed hers as she hurriedly released the sash holding her robe closed and
climbed over his lap, sinking her perfect tight pussy over his rampaging dick. Her slender hands stole the expensive bottle from his grasp before he dropped it and wasted good liquor.
“Fuck, Sam.” He closed his hands over her breasts and watched her ride his cock, her long hair tapping against his thighs. Hot and wet, she set a fast pace. Her beautiful face intense as she rode out her pleasure. Her hands roamed over his chest. Open to her, he couldn’t bust a nut and run. Fuck no, she made him see her, want to possess her.
“J.J.,” she moaned, her body moving over his in jerky movements as she hit her first orgasm, fisting his dick in decadent wetness.
Jimmy didn’t wait. He lifted her off him. “Get on your knees.” He wrapped his hand in her hair, helping to put her in the position he wanted. “Fuck yeah, face down, ass up. Sexy.” He slapped her ass and slammed in. He rode her like a possessed demon. Her breath came out in a rush each time he hit balls deep.
“J.J.” Gasped, she pushed her ass back against him to take the brunt of his jarring thrusts. He loved a woman who could take it rough, liked a savage fuck.
“God damn.” Her silken pussy, contoured for his dick, caressed him, brought his balls to an aching unbearable need. He reached his hand over her hip to play with her clit, reveling in her whimpers and equally hungry need to climax again. He fucked the rage out of his system, using her body as a tool for his grief. Her body convulsed. He didn’t need the lights to see her cream covering his dick, he felt the sticky sweetness of her release. With a groan, he let her constricting heat wrench an orgasm from him.
“Joquan James.” Bright light flooded the room.
A glass shattering behind him brought him and Sam out of the post coital bliss. He set her aside and reached over to grab her robe. Jimmy covered her nude body, not caring about his own nudity. When opened his mouth to speak, the weary, bone-tired look on his ma’s face got to him. His ma cut him off with a raised palm and tears in her eyes.
Great more water works.
“Sam dear, will you please give my son and I a bit of privacy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sam locked a gaze on him, letting him know she’d stay if he asked her to. He nodded his head toward the stairs telling her to go. As soon as she cleared the room, his mother threw a kitchen towel at him, slapping him in the face.
“You are the most self-centered, disrespectful man I have ever known.” A sniffle accompanied her words. “We just buried your brother and here I find you having intercourse with the woman he loved.”
“The woman we both loved. We both loved, Ma. I didn’t ask him to join the military. He chose to leave us.”
“I know you love her but you are not the right fit for her. Which is why you left and let your brother pick up her broken heart. She lost her family during her senior year, while you were out making a name for yourself. We are the only family she knows and what did you do? God, what if she chooses not to have anything to do with our family now, thanks to you. Can’t you ever keep your pants on? You always did ruin things.”
“Like father, like son. I know, Ma. The colonel isn’t my father. He made damn sure I knew that shit early on, behind your back, against your wishes. Maybe you should’ve kept your legs closed, then I wouldn’t have been born to make your life such a hell. I’m going to bed, Ma. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
“Joquan James. Leave Sameera alone, she has had enough heartbreak in her life.”
“Don’t worry, Ma, I’ve had plenty practice at leaving her alone. You’ll still have the daughter you always wanted. I doubt a one night stand will ever change that.”
“Joquan James,” she admonished.
“What, Ma, this is only the second time you’ve asked me to back off, I know what I’m not worth in your eyes. My money is the only thing you want from me. It’s all good.” Christ, I’m still second best after his death. Jimmy scooped the bottle from the floor and took a drink. With one hand holding the towel to his crotch, he turned the bottle upside down in his mouth, then poured the last few drops on the tiled floor. “To the perfect son, even in death.” He left the kitchen and stumbled up the stairs.
“Bro.” Garrick met him at the top step. “Let’s get you dressed and out of here.”
Jimmy allowed his band-mate to take the brunt of his weight.
“Sam?”
“Is in her room. Your clothes in there?”
“Yeah.”
“No problem. You can borrow some of mine.” Garrick led him the other way.
“Not borrowin’ your drawers.” He stumbled when his friend let go.
“Good, I don’t wear any.”
“Fuck, naw man. Your dick juice gonna be in your pants,” he slurred.
“You’ll be all good, brother.” Garrick pushed open the guest room he and Shea shared. “Help me get him dressed.”
“What would I do without you guys?” Jimmy fumbled into the shirt and jeans while they held him up to steady him. “Fuck, I’m gonna puke.”
“Already got’cha, bro.” Garrick shoved the trashcan under his mouth. Jimmy emptied his stomach into the bin until he dry heaved. Shea wiped his mouth with a cloth and handed him a glass of water. The thought of drinking made his stomach roil.
“Fuck man, how many bottles did you drink?”
“I dunno, two beers, two bottles or was it three of whiskey and scotch, lost count.” He laughed and shoved into a pair of Garrick’s boots. “Get me the fuck out of here.”
“You good? Don’t want you throwing up in the car.”
“Bro, asking a drunk if he’s not going to hurl?” Shea laughed.
“Fuck, my head hurts, man. Jus lemme lay down for a bit.” Jimmy retched into the bin again.
“Bro, let’s go.” Garrick hefted him over his shoulder. “Faster this way, throw up on me and when you’re sober I’ll so kick your ass. Shea follow with the bin behind me we’ll take it with us.”
Going down the stairs hurt like a son of a bitch. The fire roaring in his stomach hurt, the pain in his head intensified. “Gimme a drink to make it stop hurting.”
“Fuckwad, you don’t need another drink.” The smell of fresh air and breeze hit his face. “Stay awake Jimmy.” Shea slapped his face.
Garrick opened the back door and dropped him inside. “Shea, sit with him on his side.”
“Where you taking me? Titty bar. Yeah, let’s go see some strippers. I need to get my dick sucked. Then we can go to my place?”
“Nah man, we’re taking you to the hospital.”
“Let me out.” Jimmy fought Shea’s hold. “Fuck, the hospital. I want to see some pussy and ass.”
“No can do, brother. Gun it, Garrick.”
Jimmy closed his eyes on the ride. Sleep sounded so damn good, maybe finishing that last bottle wasn’t a good idea. He just wanted to be numb. So far gone, shit didn’t hurt. A slap on the face woke him up.
“Don’t fall the fuck asleep, bro,” Shea yelled as the car moved at a fast speed. “Get us there in one piece, man.”
“You keep him awake, let me worry about getting us there safely,” Garrick groused.
Jimmy groaned, his body heaving.
The red glare reading Emergency Trauma swam past his vision. Garrick slammed the brakes on and threw open the door. Jimmy vomited on the pavement as he was yanked from the seat and led inside.
“We need help, my brother has alcohol poisoning. He’s in and out of consciousness, a bit combative. We’ll need a private room, now. After burying his brother today he went on a binger.”
“Yes, sir. Right this way. We’ll get him assessed and taken care of.”
Breathing became difficult with each gulp of air he heaved in. “Can’t breathe.” Jimmy’s eyes rolled the back of his head.
* * * *
Jimmy woke to blinding lights and the beeping of hospital machines, couldn’t move his jaw or his teeth and felt like he was breathing through a straw. He moved his hands to find them restrained at his side.
“Hey bro, welcome back.
Let me get the nurse.” He followed Shea with his gaze as he left the room.
A man in a white coat stood over him moments later. Confused, Jimmy looked to his friend, wanting whatever the fuck was in his throat out.
“Mr. O’Riley, we’re going to remove the breathing tube. I’ll suction first but as we remove it we need you to cough. Then we’ll take the restraints off. We had to keep you tied up after you almost succeeded in ripping the tube out yourself.”
Jimmy laid back and waited. He felt the tape on his face being removed. He glanced down at his body covered in a thin blanket and IV drip next to his bed hooked to his arm. Feeling like death warmed over, he looked over at Garrick, Shea and Jackson with anxious expressions on their faces. He turned his head more to the right and locked eyes with Sameera.
“Cough now.”
Jimmy coughed as the tube was removed and kept coughing. When the urge to cough subsided, he drew in deep breaths. The doctor wrote on a clipboard while a nurse stepped forward and released the restraints.
“Nice to see you awake without the steady stream of curse words. We gave you a mild sedation to get the tube in while waiting out your alcohol poisoning and flushed your system with an IV solution to help push the alcohol out of your body. You’re lucky your friends knew to bring you in right away. The level in your system could’ve killed you.”
“I know.” His voice held a froggy sound when speaking and hurt.
“May I have a drink?”
“You can have your mouth swabbed with a wet sponge but nothing to drink just yet. We need to watch your vitals for a bit before we let you have food or water.”
The pretty nurse with the doctor stepped forward. He opened his mouth and let her swab him down. The refreshing mint taste made him feel minutely better. “Thank you.”
“Save your voice, hun. We’ll move you to the regular floor in a bit.”
“Where am I?”
“You’re in the ICU,” Sameera supplied.
Tiredness etched her features and showed in the pallor of her skin. Both their nerves were shredded dealing with Miles’ death, and he’d bet his bender scared her witless. Shame twisted his gut with what she had to face alone while he emotionally checked out. He kept failing her. “Sam.”
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