Jason: Exotic Ink Series (Book Three)

by LS Anders

  Stepping back, Evana banged into the desk.

  “What exactly is that supposed to mean?” He crowded her so she couldn’t escape.

  Placing her hands on his chest, she gave him a push but he stayed where he was. “It means there’s a double standard when it comes to casual sex. It’s alright for men to do it, but a woman is considered a whore.”

  “How many other men have had you since Kyle?”

  Evana recoiled at his inquiry. “None, except you.”

  He could tell she was beginning to get pissed, but he really didn’t give a fuck. He wanted more from her than a quick tumble, and it was grating on his nerves that he wasn’t getting it. Like a spoiled child denied a coveted toy, he wanted her above all others.

  “That doesn’t make you a whore, Evana. Maybe you should ask yourself why you always turn to me. You might discover we’re meant to be more than just friends.”

  Getting away from her was mission critical. The sex in the air and her unshakeable denial were a noxious mix, disintegrating his ego.

  Storming out the door, he nearly slammed the panel behind him. Raking a hand through his hair, he found Cale in the breakroom with his head stuck in the refrigerator.

  “You got a smoke I can bum?”

  “After what you two just did, I’m gonna need one, too,” Cale commented, turning around with a soda in his hand.

  “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he flushed.

  “Deny it all you want, but the whole shop heard you two going at it.”

  Groaning, he scrubbed his hands over his face, praying no one mentioned this to Evana.

  Evana hadn’t liked how they’d left things between them. She’d been shit-ripping pissed when he’d turned his back leaving her alone in the office, but the more she pondered what had been said, the calmer she became.

  She was the one that had all but thrown herself at him. Hiking up her skirt to lure him into touching her. She had been aching with need, so to blame him for any wrong doing was total bullshit on her part.

  Although, him questioning her about how many men she’d been with had sent her into a rage that luckily, had been tamed by the sheer embarrassment of admitting to him her lack of experience. But, who was he to ask her about her sex life? Jason fucked other women all the damn time. What was so different about him fucking her?

  Heat lit up her face at the thoughts of what they’d done on his desk. Wiggling in her seat, she could still feel him inside of her, moving violently as he brought her to multiple orgasms.

  Inhaling deeply did nothing to clear her lustful thoughts. Sex hung heavy in the air, even though she’d cracked open the only window in the office.

  Refocusing on her work was impossible, the last comment he’d made to her kept banging around inside her head. She could pretend all she wanted he hadn’t meant what he’d said about being more than friends. He might be a player, but his eyes held feelings for her that went above friendship.

  Uncertainty eased itself around her until she shivered. She didn’t know how to love anybody except Kyle, but she didn’t want to lose Jason, either. Turning to him for sex wasn’t fair to him if she was going to keep him in a friend’s only status.

  Walking through the office door, Jason looked like he’d had a thousand pair of hands run through his hair. It had been his day to tattoo, and she’d envied him his chance to get out from behind a desk.

  He didn’t look her way as he took a seat, fishing around in his desk drawer for who knows what.

  “Jason,” she meandered his way, “I wanted to—”

  “Stop right there, woman,” he cut her off. “You know what happened last time you got to close to my desk.”

  “Are you trying to make a joke?”

  “Sort of. You look too intense and right now, I can’t deal with anything more serious than a frosty mug of beer.”

  Grinning, she stayed where she was. “I wanted to apologize for the way we left things between us. I take full blame for initiating the…, um, you know. It shouldn’t have happened…again.”

  He stayed quiet for a long while. “I’m not sure what to say. We seem to keep coming full circle back to this moment of you regretting what we did together. Kind of makes me feel like you don’t like me.”

  “No, it’s not that.” She started towards him, but stopped when he backed his chair up, bumping into the wall. “I just need…something. What, I’m not sure. But, I know I don’t want to fight with you or lose you. I’m sorry for being such a crazy person when I’m around you.”

  His eyes softened, and her chest bloomed. Her hand fluttered to her neck as tears blurred her vision. Jason became wavy as he stood, making his way over to wrap her in his arms.

  “I don’t wanna fight with you either,” he said kissing the top of her. “Please don’t cry, it’s your birthday. How about we go grab those drinks you keep reminding me about. Maybe I can ply you with alcohol and get you to do something else naughty.”

  Laughing into his chest, she was feeling better already.

  Jason couldn’t help the grin on his face. His new friend, Vehn, was the most amazing person he’d ever known. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was a retired mega-model, wealthy as sin, and was generous to a fault.

  Vehn was so down to earth and genuinely nice that you couldn’t help but want to be his friend. He would give you the shirt off his own back if you needed it. People like him were an endangered species.

  Tegan was the same way, but you had to be brave enough to get past the bristly exterior to discover his true nature beneath. Although, he wasn’t quite as rough around the edges since his blonde bombshell had brought him to heel.

  Tegan’s divorce to that nasty piece of trash, Tracy, he’d been saddled with had finally come through, leaving him free to marry Rayna. A very pregnant Rayna. The wedding was a mere handful of days away, so Tegan’s longtime friend, Vehn, had come through with a surprise bachelor party at an exclusive club.

  Sinking farther down into the soft leather upholstery, he savored the luxury of the seat and the single malt scotch in his hand as the Maybach that was chauffeuring the three of them to a trendy part of the city for the party floated over the street. Vehn’s ride was one of the most lavish things he’d ever sat his ass in. If the car had a bathroom, Jason would live in this fucking thing.

  He, Vehn, and Tegan chatted as they sipped their drinks, leaving the chore of maneuvering the sleek sedan through the choked New York City streets to the driver, but anticipation of the night’s festivities had him willing the car to go faster.

  Vehn had refused any help with planning the shindig, and Jason had no doubt the man had spared no expense.

  It was comical to watch him maneuver around Callie on the specifics of the party. She was seriously jealous of any woman that came near her man, which could mean only one thing.

  Vehn had hired strippers.

  Jason sent out another prayer that he was about to be in a room full of naked women. He was in desperate need of female attention. Of the temporary variety.

  Allowing Evana to waltz around in his heart had been foolhardy. After all the months he’d worked at Exotic Ink, watching Evana battle herself over her attraction to him was driving him batshit crazy. Thinking he could be her friend with benefits until she came around had broken his heart too many times for him to track. Their sexual encounters had cooled down like the fast approaching winter. Forever keeping him at a safe distance while she no doubt was putting her toy chest to good use.

  Gnashing his teeth over his own ignorance, he was a fucking fool to allow himself to be yo-yoed around by her. He needed to go back to his earlier plan of forgetting her and moving the hell on. She wasn’t interested in anything serious with him and glimpsing Vehn and Tegan’s relationships was making him salivate for a taste of something that resembled a family of his own.

  But for tonight, he was ready to have his ego soothed. After months of Evana chewing on it only to spit it back out at his feet, he ne
eded to feel wanted, even if the girls doing the soothing were paid to act like they liked him.

  Pulling up to the front of the club, he practically crawled over Vehn’s lap to get out of the car.

  “You in a hurry, Jason?” Vehn laughed. “You’d think the party was for you.”

  Sidestepping the doorman, he swung open the club door and entered the lobby. The place was already hopping with party goers, most of which he didn’t recognize. Milling around among the wide-eyed men were a variety of half-naked women. It was a beautiful thing.

  Turning to Vehn as he and Tegan stepped up beside him, he pulled Vehn into hug. “I so needed this.”

  Good natured, Vehn chuckled, playing along and returned the embrace.

  Spinning towards Tegan, he was met with a look that could kill. “If you hug me, I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

  Holding up his hands in surrender, extreme giddiness over all the lovely ladies made him brave.

  “Thank you for getting married so I can partake of this amazing feast of flesh, T.” Jason popped a kiss on Tegan’s cheek, running away before he was grabbed around the throat.

  “Pfft, fucking asshole,” Tegan yelled after him.

  He was still chuckling as he found an empty alcove, smiling over at Cale who was in the midst of a lap dance with a cute brunette.

  Vehn and Tegan made their way over, and the three sat together on the half-circled sofa. A scantily clad waitress didn’t let them wait as she hustled over and took their drink orders.

  A moment after, they were noticed and descended upon by the ladies working the room. Tegan declined a dance, but not wanting to hurt the girl’s feelings, gave her a nudge in his direction. Vehn did the same.

  “Neapolitan,” he mumbled as three strippers proceeded to dance all over him.

  “What’s that?” Vehn smirked.

  “Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry,” Jason answered.

  “He knows what it is, fool. Why did you say it?” Tegan asked.

  “Because my trio of dancers are brunette, blonde, and red-haired… fool.”

  “Pfft,” Tegan laughed, checking his cell again for the two-millionth time.

  “T, Rayna’s going to be fine,” Vehn reassured him. “I’ve given her a laundry list of numbers to call if she needs you. Even the number to the club in case none of us hears our cell’s ring.”

  “Don’t tell me not to worry about my girl, Vehn,” Tegan scoffed. “She’s due in a few weeks and if the baby decides to come early, she could go into labor at any time.”

  “I’m not telling you not to worry. Just try and enjoy your party,” Vehn pleaded.

  “Yeah, T, just enjoy your party,” he smiled up at the brunette who had just laid her tits on his face.

  “Pfft, won’t need to. Looks like you’re going to enjoy it enough for the both of us,” Tegan bantered.

  “I’ll do my best,” he murmured, completely focused on the blonde’s ass bending over in front of him.

  The brunette leaned into him again, whispering close to his ear, “Follow me.”

  Tugging him up and off the sofa, the other girls protested, but he followed her to a somewhat secluded spot in the club before she pushed him down into an overstuffed chair.

  Turning, she sat on his lap and started a slow grind sending a surge of blood south, hardening him instantly.

  “You can touch me. I don’t mind,” the brunette purred.

  He was a magnet for slutty women, always had been. So, it wasn’t a shock when the stripper had pulled him away from the others to get a little something for herself. This was just going to be another one of those times he was going to push away another willing partner.

  But, why the fuck should he?

  Lately, Evana had been giving him the brush off. He couldn’t be pissed at her for it, she had been scratching an itch, the same as he had done to other women wanting no strings attached. She had never said she was looking for a commitment. It was his own damn fault for giving his heart away to someone who didn’t want it. He needed to stop sniffing around Evana and start fucking someone else.

  This was a damn good place to start, he thought as he watched the girl stand.

  Bending at the waist, she ran a slim finger just under the edge of her thong. The outline of her finger under the thin material disappeared, and he knew she had slipped the finger inside herself. He was positive of it when she began pumping the finger in and out, giving him one hell of a show.

  This would be about the time he unzipped, wrapped up his package and worked his needs out inside any willing girl that turned him on. But, thoughts of Evana were stopping him from doing what was in his nature to do.

  He was painfully hard as she eased down her thong and straddled his lap, grinding her heat against his throbbing erection.

  Why should he deny himself this? Evana had made it clear on more than one occasion that they were going to remain friends, and the times they’d had sex were only meant as casual encounters, nothing more.

  He should bang the fuck out of this girl and not feel the least bit guilty about it. She was already proving she knew how to work a dick by the way she was rolling her hips.

  A pop of a button and a slide of a zipper, and he could relieve his discomfort. He needed to stop her now or get with the program. Placing his hands on her ass, he helped her grind against him.

  Reaching inside her garter, she pulled free a small foil packet. Once she unzipped him, it was going to be too late to back out.

  Pausing, she leaned down and placed her lips over his. She tasted like plastic cherries. The lip gloss she was wearing was sticky as she transferred the mess all over his mouth.

  Kissing her back felt all wrong. Even her body wasn’t the right fit for his hands.

  He could do this. He could. Just slide in and slack his craving. Easy-peasy. He’d done this plenty of times before.

  Fuck him, but the only way he was going to get past pining for a woman that didn’t want him was to jump back in the game. Take what was offered, get off, and move on. No attachments.

  So what was his fucking problem tonight?

  Breaking the kiss, he let her do all the work unfastening his pants to spring free his erection. It was a relief to gain some freedom from the confines of the material biting into his engorged flesh.

  He should do this, if only to prove to himself he could. That he could live without Evana. If she didn’t want a relationship with him beyond friendship, then what was he saving himself for? He was good at doing casual sex. It was practically a hobby for him.

  What was about to happen was fucking. Plain and simple. An act of pleasure between two willing bodies. The only organs involved were what each housed between their legs. No beating hearts would be involved. No emotional attachments would be forged.

  The girl worked fast and before he knew it, he was sheathed from tip to balls in a translucent pink condom and was being mounted.

  Apprehension was a living thing that crawled all over his skin.

  Nothing about this feels right, he thought as anxiety gripped him.

  How could it be anymore right? his dick argued. It’s a willing, wet pussy ready to be plunged. The girl attached to it was even nice enough to gift wrap us up, so we’re ready to go. Stop dwelling on the girl that doesn’t want us and focus your hormones on the one that does.

  His dick had made some damn good points, that tiny brain of his had nearly convinced him.

  Just before the stripper impaled herself onto his rigid length, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and away. Standing, he turned his back on her indignant snort, pushing his erection back inside his pants.

  “What the fuck? What’s the matter with you?”

  “Changed my mine,” was his curt answer. He didn’t owe her an explanation.

  Setting her strips of clothing back into place, she flipped him off before flouncing off into the crowd, most likely on the hunt for another hard dick.

  Jason stuck his tongue out. Her back alre
ady turned, his immature gesture was lost on her.

  Flopping down into the chair, he threw his head back and stared up at ceiling.

  How had he gotten to this point in his life?

  He would have been balls deep in that girl a few months ago. Seeing Evana again had sent him into a tailspin, and he sure as fuck hoped it wasn’t going to be a permanent lifestyle change for him. He liked to fuck and waiting around for Evana to grace him with her pussy wasn’t sitting well with him or his pulsating dick.

  A tell-tale moan came from over on his right. Rolling his head in that direction, the gyrating movement told him everything he needed to know about what his neighbor was doing. What he should be doing right now.

  Maybe it wasn’t too late. If he went after the willing stripper now, maybe he could apologize, and she’d still want to fuck him.

  Scanning the crowd, she had already found another partner and was close to fucking him out in the open. Guess he should get up and go back out to sit with his buddies to free up the secluded fuck spot. He’d already ruined his own night, no need to fuck up someone else’s.

  Shuffling his feet with no enthusiasm whatsoever, he made his way back over to Vehn and Tegan.

  “Having fun?” Vehn laughed. “That brunette was all over you.”

  “Not as much fun as I should be having, and she’s currently all over somebody else.” He pointed her out in the crowd. “Where did you find these women, Vehn? Are you sure they’re just strippers and not prostitutes?”

  “I’m sure. Why?”

  “Because they seem to be more interested in fucking than stripping.”

  “No shit?” Vehn’s eyebrows popped.

  “There’s another one coupled up with some other guy close to where I was.”

  As all three of them looked over to where Jason was speaking about, a petite red-head stepped out of the shadows fluffing her hair. Gabriel trailed behind, a satisfied look smoothing away all traces of stress.