Jameson Hotel: The Complete Series Box Set (Parts 1-6)

by Aven Jayce

  This time, the contact from my hand sends her head upward and she announces that she’s sorry, another rarity from Jules. When those words leave her mouth, they’re sincere, yet I still need answers.

  I run my fingers through her straight blonde hair, down her back, ass, and legs, before standing again to pace. “Speak,” I request. “Why did you do that?”

  “Daxton,” she whispers. “It’s a sin to harm a little boy. I don’t give a shit if she was sorry, or if she thought it was okay because he was returned alive, or that she said it was payback for Dayne. That’s all bullshit when it comes to a child. You left her for dead, I understood that, and I saw you take your knife so she couldn’t escape, but I wanted to make sure... I needed to know she was gone for good. And more importantly, I wanted to punish her. I went back after you fell asleep and stabbed her multiple times on the side of the neck, stayed until she stopped breathing, untied her, and left the body slumped next to the tree.”

  Her voice started soft and slow, but it’s rapidly growing faster as she relives the moment.

  “It was wrong what she did! I have no regrets about killing that bitch after she harmed Daxton. No regrets whatsoever. Even if you’re furious at me, I don’t care!”

  “Shh, shh, shh.” I gently untie her hands and she rolls over, massaging her tired arms and wrists. She looks up with a red face and I nod that I understand. “And you were afraid I’d be upset?”

  “Mark, what just happened? Yes, I knew you’d be upset, disappointed, hurt, and a dick. And besides all of that, I didn’t want him to return. If I told you, then our lives would suck again.”

  I drop my head and exhale. She gets it. What she just said is the real reason I’m pissed about all of this.

  “Your dad’s voice disappeared that night and he hasn’t been back since.” She reaches for my hand and pulls me next to her on the bed. “That morning you said you were surprised he wasn’t criticizing the mistakes you had made. You spent an hour staring at yourself in that mirror,” she points toward the ceiling, “then another hour gazing at yourself in the bathroom mirror, but you didn’t talk to yourself or break the glass while you were in there. Then you walked out smiling, kissed me, and we made love. It was passionate and uninhibited.”

  The backs of my fingers touch her temple and cheek, caressing her pretty face. “That was the first time in years I didn’t feel like someone was watching my every move.” I drift my fingers across her skin, looking into her honey eyes. She killed Mera for Dax, and kept it to herself so my father would no longer haunt me. Hell, all I want right now is to be inside of this beautiful woman—to possess her. My lips press tightly against her forehead and I hold that position, hoping the gesture is enough to express my love for what she did.

  “I kept thinking Mera might be found,” she continues, “so I went back two days later with a shovel, but you were right, an animal had devoured most of the corpse. I dug a small hole for what was left.”

  I clutch her cheeks, bringing her mouth to mine in a burst of affection. Our tongues play, strutting in and out, swinging together, and mine becomes its usual greedy bastard self. “Lie back.” I roll on top, using my knees to spread her legs wide as she tugs my boxers down.

  “Are we okay?” She asks, and then inhales deeply when she feels my cock slide inside. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I release a long, heated breath, rolling us back on our sides. “I didn’t plan on fucking you this morning.” She playfully restricts my dick with a repeated clench and release, causing my bottom lip to twitch. Tease. I set my head under her chin and enjoy her warm pussy without any further movement. I’ve never had such a fierce desire to be with another person, it’s agonizingly painful. “I’m stronger with you in my life, though confused because you’ve turned me into a weakened douche.”

  She massages the back of my head and says she loves me too, making me smile.

  “I’m sorry about driving home drunk, I just needed to get out of there. Next time I’ll call.”

  “Forgiven,” I affirm, kissing her wrist, traveling up the length of her arm, then coddling her tit while I suck and listen.

  “And the liquor in Jack’s suite was a big mistake. I’ll be more careful around him.”

  “Forgiven.” I lick and suck. Being on the pill has triggered her tits to grow into exquisite soft mounds. I’ve always loved her chest, but now it’s better than most of the porn stars I’ve fucked... yeah, hers are so much nicer. Her natural figure is fucking sexy compared to those porn star whores.

  “You’re the first.” I drive my hips and let out a carnal growl. “The only one.” She’s quickly following my momentum and ready to fuck. I glide back on top, my arms straight and body tense, looking down into her seductive eyes. “Uh, fuck.” My lips part in pleasure. “Jules, you’re the only person that’s wanted to protect me from my dad.” She grips my shoulders and guides me down until our bodies rejoin. “The only one,” I mumble into her shoulder.

  I’m subdued in her arms and smothered in kisses from my jawline to my ear. “I’d do anything for you and your family,” she says.

  “I know. I understand that now.”

  She holds my hips and her pussy powers into me, wanting more than my cock’s offering. I inch out and drag my wet lips between her tits, down her stomach, and trace a heart shape around her clit with my tongue.

  “You can have anything you want.”

  She laughs, kicking her feet. “You’ve been so sensitive and loving lately. It’s the pot, right?”

  “Not always.” I smirk, feeling how wet she is. “Feet up.” I tap my shoulders and she positions them without hesitation, resting upright on her elbows to watch the show.

  “I fucking love pussy in the morning.” I take a quick look back at my bedroom door then place my finger over my mouth, signaling to keep quiet. She’s a screamer. One lick and she loses total control, shouting like she’s birthing a fifty-pound baby. Let’s see how far she can go before I have to bring out the duct tape or my gag.

  “Yes!”

  “Shh.” I stop and scold.

  “Just kidding.” She winks. “Continue on, you rich, handsome, hotel owner. Hey, do your guests know you have a secret stash of sex toys under your bed?”

  “Funny, Jules.”

  My thumb grazes the sensitive area above her clit and she quiets down, focused on the soft sweeping motion of my tongue. The sheets are clawed as I play in a longingly delicate way, nursing her engorged flesh. I spread her legs wider and she mouths the words, god! yes! fuck! every time our eyes connect.

  I slide two fingers erotically inside my mouth then, slowly; one disappears inside her pussy while the other gradually enters her ass. Oh, Jesus, I think she just said. Her voice is soft, sounding like the wind whistling through the windows of an old house. Hoooo, hoooo.

  I fucking love seeing and hearing her so aroused.

  “Oh,” pant, “yes,” pant, “oh.”

  She’s caressed inside and out—short licks then a twist, long licks and a finger fuck.

  “I’m, I’m, I’m gonna...” She leans back and covers her face with a pillow... two pillows. Her toes curl around my shoulders. She’s ready.

  I toss the pillows on the floor and fuck her madly. She enjoys my tongue until her orgasm starts, then my cock is in demand. This time, her mouth is the one being covered to stifle the cries. She screams into my palm, her head turns, and she cums.

  “I love you,” I whisper, feeling a spasm around my cock as we fuck. “I love everything about you, princess.”

  My body moves in turbulent waves with her jaw now locked in my hand. Her pussy’s been deprived of my thick cum for ten hours. It’s starved. I’m sure of it. I feel it pulsating from her orgasm, working to suck me off.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard.” I thrust faster and watch her tits bounce until I feel my cock about to bust. “Fuck, yeah.” I surge. A quick shot fires out. My arms shake and my dick raids with
slow, long drives, feeding her flesh. One lengthy lunge, two, then I cease and enjoy the after-effects of a decent suck and fuck. That was a kickass spree... three cum shots in a day. Christ, I’m exhausted.

  I give her a warm kiss and a smirk, then roll off and take her in my arms. We lie next to one another, staring at our reflections in the ceiling—my hand gently brushing her shoulder and our legs twisted as one while we relax and catch our breath.

  “Your ass okay?”

  She nods.

  “Is your pussy full?”

  Another nod.

  “Did you know you have the nicest smelling twat in all of South Lake Tahoe?”

  “Ha! I should have that printed on a shirt.”

  “Don’t laugh, it’s true... so are you happy?”

  “Yes, you?”

  “If my dick and nuts could speak, they’d end their sentence with multiple exclamation marks.”

  She kisses my cheek. “Cocky bastard.”

  I yawn while bringing the pillows back to the bed, placing one under her head and the other under mine. Damn, I’m tired... and she’s cold. She pulls on her robe while I slide into my boxers, our movements ending with our hands joined over my heart.

  “Thanks for wanting to protect me from my dad. I always thought he disappeared because I killed a woman, something he had asked me to do in Vegas and I refused. Dayne and my dad’s other brutes would always take care of them instead. Now, I believe it must’ve been because of you. My father despised love, absolutely detested it. I’m still unsure why he got hitched to my mother since he also hated marriage. But I think bringing you into my life is what shut him down.”

  “Mark, nothing made his voice disappear but you. It wasn’t Mera’s death or our love, it’s all inside you.”

  “You wouldn’t say that if you knew him,” I sigh with heavy eyes. “How’d Jack do?”

  “As expected. After all, he is your son.”

  “What does that mean?” I hold her arm as she tries to rise from the bed.

  “You’ll need to discuss it with him. I’m not being the mediator for you two.”

  I’m given a kiss before she escapes to get ready for work. It’s my fault we’re not on the same schedule; maybe tomorrow I’ll get my shit together. I love working side-by-side, especially since I’ve moved her from the front desk to the main office to help with some of the paperwork. Now, I get to stalk her all fucking day and night.

  She tugs the comforter over my body, saying she’s going to check on Jack and bring my breakfast upstairs. I listen to her movements in our suite... walking down the stairs, picking up the mail I’d tossed across the room last night, opening the door and bringing the roll cart inside, pouring my juice, then coming back into the bedroom. My breakfast and newspaper are placed on the nightstand, but I’m struggling to stay awake.

  “Jack’s still sound asleep.” She sets her hand on my side. “Will you be down in the office this afternoon?”

  “Mmm hmm...”

  “Love you, Mark. Sleep well.”

  “Jules, wait.” I muster enough energy to raise my hand, waiting for her to take hold. She brushes my fingers and asks what’s up.

  “You said you killed Mera because of Daxton, because you believe it’s a sin to harm a child... so what about my son? Not that I give a shit, but was I wrong?”

  “No,” she says gently. “And ‘not that you give a shit,’ but Jack’s no longer a little boy. I was unsure of that last year when I first saw him standing in your living room, waiting to drive one of the cars. He looked too young to get involved in any of our shit. Now, I believe he’s at a point in his life where you can’t refer to him as a child. If he’s old enough to get a job, drive a car, and from what he says—able to drink and fuck whenever he wants, then he’s more man than child.”

  Her hand slips away and she whispers, “Teach him well, but don’t forget he’s part of this family, and like the rest of us, he needs your love.”

  NEW RECRUIT

  THE SOUND OF someone racking the slide of a pistol will wake me from even my deepest sleep. I lie still with my eyes closed, listening to heavy breathing close by. Cold metal presses against my temple and a moment later the little bastard’s cologne drifts into my nose. Oh yeah, he’s fucking dead.

  “Jack, put the gun down before I kick your ass.”

  “Do you always leave weapons in plain sight for your teenage son to find?” I open my eyes and he slumps into the cushioned chair next to the bed. His legs hang over one arm while he leans against the other, appearing self-assured that I’m under his command. The gun’s still pointed at my head as I rise slowly and reach for my pants.

  “Don’t move.” He holds the weapon in two shaky hands. “This isn’t a joke.”

  “So you’re going to kill me?”

  “Will I get my inheritance money if I do?”

  “No, you’ll get arrested and spend many long years getting raped in prison. But Jules will be kind enough to mail you some lube, and your Aunt Sophia will send you cookies, that’s always a plus. Go ahead, shoot. Kill me and become a pansy-ass, prison-bitch, jism-receptacle.”

  He grimaces, but doesn’t back down. “Jules told me everything last night. Is it true?”

  I smile, unsure what everything means. Obviously, he knows we killed the guy in the garage, but what else did she explain... how far did she go?

  “Is it true?”

  “Chill the fuck out before you make a mistake.”

  He closes one eye and raises the gun higher so it’s aimed at my forehead.

  “If that goes off, both our lives will be over, not just mine.”

  “You asshole. As usual, you’re not listening,” he complains. “Why can’t you ever just talk to me?” He’s flush with anger. “Are the things she said true, or not?”

  He won’t shoot me on purpose, he’s only playing tough guy, but I am worried about that gun going off by accident. I don’t believe he’s ever held one... although he knew about the slide lock and release.

  “Fine, let’s do this. I haven’t a clue what she told you, but just ask whatever you want and I’ll answer.”

  He sits up, placing the gun in his lap, apparently happy with my response.

  “Did you really kill that man in your garage and thousands of other men? I thought you were joking when you mentioned him, and now I find out there’ve been thousands.”

  Crap, leave it Jules to exaggerate. “A hundred, maybe, but no, not thousands. I hope she explained why. Did she offer any specifics about the guy from last night?”

  He looks down, giving me the perfect opportunity to snatch the gun, only the moment passes too quickly. Fuck, I hope he does that again.

  “Yeah, she said he attacked her behind some bar in town. She also told me about David and Dayne Rosen, and that they were planning to hurt Uncle Cove and Aunt Sophia. Is all of that true? Did you protect them?”

  “I did what needed to be done for the people that I love.”

  “What if someone hurt me or had tried to hurt mom before she died?”

  “They’d be dead.”

  He runs a finger down the barrel of the pistol before using it to relieve an itch on his chin. I get shivers when I see him imitating my moves. This must be what Jules goes through whenever I do such dumbass things.

  “Pay attention to how you’re handling my gun.”

  He stares motionless for a good minute before leaning forward with the muzzle directed toward my chest.

  “I don’t understand why you didn’t call the cops to deal with those men. Like the guy that hurt Jules, why not call it in and have the guy arrested?”

  I swipe my hands down my face and exhale a deep breath. How am I going to explain this to a sixteen-year-old?

  “Dad?”

  “Give me a second, Jack.”

  “Dad...”

  I look up and see a wild grin. He tosses the gun next to me and shakes his head, trying to contain
his laughter.

  “I’m just shitting you. I can’t believe this! Holy crap! You’re like some dark comic book hero!” He jumps up and walks energetically around the room, running his hand through his hair, just like Cove often does, only Jack’s excited, not fucked in the head... well, yeah, he’s fucked in the head, but in a different way than his uncle.

  “So you kill people because they’re evil? Like how often? Will you go out tonight and do it again? Can I come too? What about giving me my own gun?”

  “Whoa, whoa, wait a second, buddy. That’s not how this works. I think you’ve got the wrong idea—”

  “No, I’ve seen guys like you in my favorite cable series. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you rock. This is incredible. My whole world changed last night when I saw that bloody body in your garage. Fuck, it was crazy! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love it! And you knifed me. At first I wanted to punch your lights out, but then I thought it was kickass that a killer nicked me! Shit, I hope I get scars from your blade.”

  “You’re using incorrect terms for all of—”

  “Fucking hell. My dad’s some sick, badass motherfucker. You’re like the Prince of Darkness, no wait, that’s Ozzy Osbourne or Marilyn Manson or somebody. What do you call yourself?”

  “What? Slow down.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me any of this before? Does... did... did mom know? And Jesus Christ, I got to touch the body. Jules let me put the pieces in the septic tank!”

  “I’m sure she did. Wait, what pieces?”

  “It was so nasty inside. The stench was sickening even with my scarf over my mouth, and it made my eyes water and burn. Still, it was cool climbing down the ladder into the tank with the body parts. I left them on the small concrete ledge above the sewage in case you wanna remove them in the spring. Jules said you’d likely bury the pieces when the weather’s nicer, or sink ‘em off your boat. Have you ever been in your septic tank?” He talks nonstop. “It’s huge. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised with five hundred people here a night. Guests, workers, diners, lots of shitting going on in the Jameson... you know, we could kill every day and even after a decade there’d be room for more bodies. And man-oh-man, fuck, your woman’s awesome. She showed me where she knifed him. And then where you slit his throat. Then, then,” he sounds like he’s hyperventilating, “then she used the tree pruner in your garage. Slice and dice.” He does an overdramatic gesture with his hands. “That tool was hard to clean. Took a shitload of bleach. And I need a new jacket. It’s a bloody, shitty mess. My sneakers too.”