by J. J. Dorn
“Come here, baby.” Jamieson purred from next to the fire.
I obliged and readily went into his arms.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I whispered to him as we embraced watching the fire.
“Thank you for coming with me. I have been counting down the hours until I could have you alone.”
“Really?” I asked playfully.
“You have no idea,” he declared before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.
He lightly tossed me into the center of it and crawled on top of me. He had the look of a complete predator and I loved it. My body shuddered in anticipation of what was to come next. It was always like that between us. We had had sex more times than I could count but each time felt somehow new and different. My body craved him and betrayed me in the process. No matter how hard I tried to be unaffected by his wanton advances, I would crumble under his touch becoming his, always inexplicitly his.
“What are you doing to me, Jenna?” he growled in my ear as he stripped away my clothes.
“I don’t know. What am I doing to you?” I teased.
I was now completely naked and I admired him as he began removing his shirt and jeans he had worn on the plane. When his shirt came off I sucked in a gasp of air. His body was perfection. I longingly gazed at his tight toned abs. I think that was my favorite part about his body… or second favorite part. First place will always be reserved for his large cock.
Jamieson noticed me appreciating him because a wide grin spread across his face while he looked down at me. He was now completely naked hovering over my waiting body. Watching Jamieson like this, balancing above me always made me nervous. He was intimidating and allowing him this much control over me set butterflies loose in my belly.
“You own me, Jenna Middleton.” He gazed deeply into my eyes.
“I do?” I whispered back to him in astonishment.
He grabbed my hands and placed the above my head holding them in one of his. He then pushed forward into me. I gasped as my body stretched to accommodate him and like usual he paused for a brief second to make sure I was ready for him.
“You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, do you know that?”
I wanted to believe him but I had my doubts. After all this was Jamieson Wellington. He’d had his pick of women before me and I’m sure there was at least a couple that had me beat in the beauty department.
I moaned low in his neck when he began increasing his pace and soothing that low ache deep within my core. I knew my release was coming and I knew it would be explosive when it happened. I was too worked up and Jamieson was determined to send me over the edge first.
“Come for me, Jenna,” he growled as he pounded into me.
His words were my undoing. I didn’t hold back I came apart screaming his name and clawing desperately at his back. Jamieson quickly followed, burying himself deep inside me. I fell asleep soon after, Jamieson rolled over and tucked me tightly against his body. Before I succumbed to the restful bliss I was seeking I said a silent prayer that Jamieson would sleep through the night and not leave my side.
It was late in the morning and we had finally emerged from our cozy bedroom. Jamieson went in search of his family members while I decided to get in the shower. I didn’t want to meet his mother and brother without the help of a warm shower.
I had just turned off the water when Jamieson came into our spa like bathroom.
“Seems as though Mom has gone into town already and Lord knows where Ethan is, so looks like we have the place to ourselves,” he said giving me a sly grin as he watched me wrap a white fluffy towel around myself.
“Oh okay. I would love to see the house, just let me throw on some clothes.”
“Who said you need clothes?” He stalked toward me.
I tried my best to ignore his advances and turned toward the mirror and began brushing the tangles from my wet hair. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my body, trapping me between him and the counter.
“Jamieson…” I began. Is there no end to this man’s appetite?
“You are so gorgeous, baby.” He spoke smoothly into my ear while watching me in the mirror. “Look at yourself Jenna.” He tipped my chin so I looked back at him in the mirror.
I felt my face redden under his scrutiny. I tried to look away but he forced me again to look into the mirror.
“We will make beautiful children one day, baby.” He spoke quietly but with confidence, almost like he could see into the future. I didn’t know what to say to that. I was a tad shocked at his bold prediction and I was also overwhelmed with the possibilities that now bloomed forth in my mind.
Jamieson smiled slyly as he watched my reaction to the weight of his statement. “I’ll let you finish up in here and I’ll meet you in the kitchen downstairs.”
Typical Jamieson he had just dropped an emotional bombshell and then walked away like it was no big deal. He loved doing that to me. He knew how it would blow my A-type personality brain.
When I finally wondered into the kitchen twenty minutes later it was empty. Jamieson must have decided to take a shower as well in one of the other million bathrooms. I made myself at home and began scrounging around for a coffee mug to get my morning fix of caffeine.
I heard someone come down the hall behind me as I filled my cup. I assumed it was Jamieson so I didn’t turn around right away but as I became more aware that I wasn’t alone in the kitchen I felt something strange. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. I slowly turned around to find a ruggedly handsome man who looked just like Jamieson but for his dark brown hair. I must have surprised him as well because he didn’t say anything he just stared at me. I immediately felt embarrassed as I realized I was only wearing one of Jamieson’s t-shirts and I was sure my butt was hanging out of the bottom.
I was just about to say something to him and break off the strange silent exchange we were having when he slowly started towards me.
“Jacqueline?” He whispered holding out his hand almost like he was talking to a ghost.
I immediately understood now who he was and what was happening. This was Ethan and he was confusing me with my sister. I didn’t think we looked totally alike but we definitely had strong resemblances to one another.
“No Ethan, this is Jenna.” Jamieson said possessively as he made his way into the kitchen.
Ethan looked confused as he watched his younger brother pull me against his side, pinning me there.
“Jenna?” Ethan asked still half in a daze.
“Hello Ethan,” I greeted him.
“Jacqueline is your sister?” he knew the answer but clearly wanted me to confirm it for him.
“Yes,” I told him.
“Small world brother,” Ethan turned toward Jamieson with sharpness to his eyes. Clearly something was happening here that I didn’t totally understand and it was making me increasingly uncomfortable. Ethan noticed and I watched as something washed over his face and he all of a sudden transformed from intense to carefree. “Well it’s lovely to meet you, Jenna. I can’t wait to get to know the girl that has been keeping my little brother’s attention all this time.”
I smiled back at him politely but underneath my fakeness I was on edge. It could have been because he had broken my sister’s heart so cruelly or maybe it was because he seemed so affected by my presence, but something told me to be careful around Ethan Wellington. Well this should make for an interesting vacation.
CHAPTER NINE
Jamieson pulled the truck up to the massive gate in front of his house. I watched silently as he typed in the code. I had begged for him to turn around and take me home, but he refused. I knew it was useless to continue to argue with him so about half way to his house I went into silent mode. The gate in front of us began to move when headlights came up behind the truck following us down the long drive. It was too dark for me to see in the side mirror if it was Audrey and Olivia or if it was the guys. I was hoping it was my friends so that I cou
ld immediately hop out of the truck and into their car to make my getaway. But that of course would have been too perfect.
“Fuck,” Jamieson grumbled next to me as he pulled the truck into his huge garage.
“What?” I asked looking over at him. He was looking in the rearview mirror; he was not thrilled with his late night visitor.
“Stay here.” he commanded before jumping out of the truck and storming toward the car that had followed us.
“Screw that,” I said to myself. I followed Jamieson out into the front of the garage.
“Trinity, I told you not to come here,” he barked at the driver of the car. Of course it’s a girl!
I couldn’t hear what she said back to him but I could see her inside the car. She was gorgeous of course with soft brown hair and full red lips. My stomach dipped in my stomach as it occurred to me this was the same girl from the other day. She was the girl in his room when I had come to retrieve my engagement ring.
“She doesn’t have to leave on my account, Jamieson.” I spoke up making my presence known to both of them.
“Damn it Jenna! Go in the house!” he growled at me. Fat chance, dickwad I’m loving watching you squirm in front of your girlfriend!
“What is she doing here?” I could hear the girl now. She was pissed and I don’t blame her. I would be raging had I been in her shoes, little did she know I had.
“Trinity this has to stop. I told you it was over. You can’t keep showing up here.” Jamieson was leaning over the car now looking menacing. What an asshole!
Blame it on the alcohol or my soft spot for this poor girl but I had to speak up. “There is no need to break up with your girlfriend, Jamieson. Ninety days and this whole sham of a marriage will be over. Invite her in. I’ll take a cab home.”
I started rummaging in my person to find my phone to get a ride home when I heard a blood curdling shrieking sound coming from the car.
“You married her? What the fuck! You married that?” Whoa bitch, I was feeling bad for you. Not anymore.
“Trinity, if you show up here again unannounced I will call the cops, do you understand me?” Jamieson said coldly.
“Fuck you.” Trinity screamed back at him and threw her car in reverse. I had stopped looking for my phone and continued to watch as she sped off down the private road.
“Nice girlfriend you have there.” I muttered.
“She is not my fucking girlfriend!” Jamieson yelled and whirled around to face me.
I was a bit stunned at his tone but my shock quickly turned to anger.
“Yeah okay whatever you say.” I began clumsily fishing around my purse for my phone again. I dropped my keys with a clatter to the pavement instead.
Jamieson let out a strained breath and then muttered some curse words. He then began walking towards me. “Let’s go inside.”
“Look Jamieson—”
“Jenna, don’t argue, just come inside the house. It’s time we talked.”
Maybe it was, because he sounded almost defeated when he asked me, or maybe it was because it was time that we did finally clear the air. But whatever the reason was I followed him inside the house and tried to prepare myself for what was to come.
I swore I would never step foot in this bedroom again. That day I left with my heart shattered into a million pieces I promised myself I would never come back here. What in the hell was I doing?
“Alright, talk.” I snapped.
Jamieson sat on the edge of his huge dark wood bed. His room still looked the same and it unfortunately held lots of memories, some I would do anything to forget.
“Look Jenna, I’m sorry.” He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. I relaxed slightly at his show of vulnerability. “I didn’t intend for any of this to happen. This was not my plan.”
“And you think it was mine?” I demanded.
“No I know it is not what you wanted and I’m sorry about that, but you need to understand something.”
“Okay…”
“I may be sorry for how things have happened but I’m not sorry they did happen. Do you understand me?” His eyes were locked onto mine and the piercing blue centers now were dark purple. I had always loved Jamieson’s eyes’ ability to turn from light to dark quickly. I was a bit taken aback by his confession but it didn’t totally shock me. I knew it was by no accident he was on the same plane to Vegas that day.
I took a deep labored breath and leaned against the wall I was standing next to. “Why Jamieson? Why did you do it?”
He stood up and came over to where I was standing. He stopped just short of touching me. “I know it was wrong, Jenna. It was probably the most selfish thing I have ever done, but I couldn’t help myself. I told myself I just wanted to see you one last time but I knew I was lying. I couldn’t let you go, not to him.”
I felt a tear trickle down from the corner of my left eye. “I was happy, we were happy. I had worked so hard…but it’s all gone now. It’s ruined, I’m ruined.” The tears started coming hard now.
“Were you happy though? Were you truly happy with him?” Jamieson questioned softly. He was treading lightly and I appreciated that.
We both jumped when we heard the front door slam shut. “Jamieson we have an issue!” Julian yelled from downstairs.
“Fuckkkk,” Jamieson growled in my ear. “Stay here I’ll go see what the problem is and I’ll be right back. Okay?”
I nodded my head, not quite able to talk yet. In a way I was relieved Jamieson had to leave, it would give me a chance to get myself under control again. My carefully crafted walls were starting to crumble and I needed to fix that quickly.
After Jamieson left the bedroom I proceeded to splash some cold water on my face in the large adjoining bathroom. I had loved his bathroom. It was huge. There was a dressing room in the middle and in the far back half was an oversized stone shower with what felt like a million shower heads. Jamieson and I had spent many of nights and mornings in that shower and thinking about it sent butterflies shooting through my stomach.
It took me several minutes to get myself back to a decent looking state. But while I was in the bathroom my alcohol for the evening started to hit me yet again. I wondered out of the bathroom and into the massive dark room. I didn’t feel totally steady in my heels so I kicked them off and sat down on the bench at the foot of Jamieson’s bed to wait for him.
I don’t know how long I waited. It was long enough that I snagged a fluffy white throw blanket from the end of his bed and curled up on the bench. I could have lain down on the bed but I refused. That was one boundary I would not cross.
I woke up from my impromptu nap when I heard Olivia’s voice outside the bedroom door.
“I don’t give a shit, Jamieson. You did this. You broke up her engagement, you got her fired from her job and you are the one that literally broke her in two all those years ago. So let me remind you that I don’t give a damn what you need or want. She is my friend, not you. Not anymore.”
“I know, Liv. I know. All I’m asking is for you to give me time. I need time with her. I have to make this right, not for my sake but for hers.” I could hear the pleading in Jamieson’s voice. That was new, Jamieson never pleaded for anything or to anyone.
“Fine. I will be downstairs. When she wants to go home tell her to come get me.” Liv huffed.
“I will.” I heard him fiddle with the door knob but it didn’t open right away.
“She doesn’t know I have been seeing Julian, but I know I will have to tell her soon. I just didn’t want her to think I wasn’t on her team.” Oh Livy, I already knew, girl. There has only ever been one guy that makes you glow like that.
“I don’t think she would ever think that, Liv,” Jamieson replied.
“I know. I just don't want to add to her stress right now. She is in a bad spot.”
I heard Livy begin walking down the stairs and the door knob began to turn. I panicked and curled back up on the bench pretending to sleep.
“
Sorry—” Jamieson said and quickly stopped when he saw me curled up sleeping.
I lazily opened my eyes pretending to be woken up.
“I’m sorry I woke you.”
“It’s alright. I should probably get home.” I told him and started to pull myself up. When I put my feet on the ground though something happened and I ended up rolling off the bench to the ground.
“Jenna!” Jamieson rushed toward me and gently helped me back to the bench.
“Sorry, I drank too much tonight.” I told him sheepishly.
“You’re staying here tonight.”
I knew that tone and I also knew he wasn’t messing around. “I’d rather go home, Jamieson. I would be more comfortable at home.”
“No.” He said and stood up and went toward his massive mirrored dresser. He pulled open the third drawer and grabbed something. “Here put these on.”
I didn’t know what to say. He had handed me my favorite pajamas from years ago. Touching the material I instantly felt the past coming alive. A flood of memories washed over me of all the times I had spent in this room tangled in his bed. But with those memories, was the one memory I wished I could forget, the day he had ruined everything. “Why did you keep these?”
He ignored me and headed toward his bathroom.
I stared at my old clothes in my lap and resigned myself to finally putting them on seeking their familiar comfort. As I waited for Jamieson, I asked myself over and over why he had kept my pajamas all these years. Then I began to wonder if there were other items of mine in the drawer. After all, it had been my drawer. I stood and gently opened the giant third drawer. I gasped as the contents were revealed. It was exactly how I had left it all those years ago. There were clothes, my extra phone charger from back then and also a slew of lingerie I had all but erased from my memory. I ran my hands gently over the pile of items not believing they truly existed.
