Go Your Own Way (The Swingtown Series Book 3)

by Jaime Whitley

  We both collapse on the bed and take a minute to catch our breath. As we glance at each other we both start to laugh and I have no idea why either one of us are laughing. I do know I haven’t felt this free in a long time. I feel like the temptress I once was and even though Hayden took that same power away from me momentarily, he still made me feel good. He knew what my needs were and used them to his advantage as well as mine. He listened, and I’ll be damned, is a man of his word. He really did treat me like he said he would. I stop laughing and look at him and realize if he can make me feel this good in one night, I’m fucked.

  Chapter 6

  The smell of coffee and pancakes fill my nostrils rousing me from my deep slumber. Rolling over, I grab a hold of my pillow, pulling it to me and will my body for five more minutes, but instead I’m met with the scent of the man I was with last night. Inhaling it, my heart flutters when my mind races back to the amazing night. I haven’t felt that control in a long time and the thought alone already has me wet and aroused. Knowing that sleep won’t return until I take care of the ache between my legs, I slide my arm under the sheets to tend to my body’s needs.

  Closing my eyes, I roll to my back and slide my hand into my panties. I picture Hayden spread out in front of me, tied tight to my four poster bed. I grip the crop turning it in my hands before hitting Hayden’s chest over and over marking him in a beautiful pattern. He groans out in pleasure and his cock stands at attention dripping precum down his shaft. My hands move faster in a circular motion over my clit at the images flying through my head. I wish it was his hand pleasuring my body. I remember how they filled me, tortured me when he pressed down on my pubic bone as he licked my pussy slowly pulling one of the best orgasms out of me I’ve ever had. With my free hand, I twist and turn my nipple, beading it as if he would, and feel myself getting wetter with each twist and flick. I can’t contain my moans any longer as I feel the rush building to a crescendo. I roll back to my side and press harder as my finger slides inside me curling up to hit my spot. I cry out as my orgasm hits me, into the pillow to cover my screams of pleasure. A refreshed feeling washes over me as I come down from my high. I lay in bed for a couple more minutes trying to catch my breath.

  Shifting to my back again, I suck my finger clean before running my hands over my face. The smell of food hits my senses again and I instantly jump up and rush out of bed. Shit. Who the fuck is in my house? I left the kids with Camden last night since I was unsure of what time I’d be getting home. He still has keys to the house so he would be able to let the kids in, maybe it’s him, but that thought instantly registers as asinine.

  I look around for my pants but realize they’re nowhere to be seen. Thinking about it, I don’t even remember getting home or putting this t-shirt on. For the first time ever, I feel afraid in my own home. I’ve always had the protection of Camden and never had to worry about an intruder. Getting up, I grab the baseball bat that Camden leaves by the door for instances like this and make my way slowly and silently downstairs towards the kitchen. My heart is racing not knowing who is in my home. I don’t hear the sound of kids so I know it’s definitely not Camden. As I round the corner, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can do this. I have to do this. It’s just me now and I need to learn to take care of myself again. The sounds of pots hitting the sink cues me that it’s the perfect time to strike. The intruder’s back will be facing me and they will have no idea I’m here. As I lunge into the kitchen with the bat, my stomach makes an obnoxious growling noise and Hayden turns around. “I don’t mind a little pain, fuck I welcome it, but don’t you think a bat is a bit excessive?” He’s holding his hands up in a ‘don’t shoot’ manner.

  Placing my hand over my chest, I lower the bat to the ground. “Jesus Hayden. You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought…”

  A sexy smirk graces his face. “You thought what? Someone was going to break into your house, make your breakfast and clean up their mess before they left?” He snickers trying not to laugh too hard at my expense.

  “Ha Ha. Laugh if you must.” Walking over to the spread he has laid out on the table, I grab a piece of toast and butter it up before taking a bite from it. I finish chewing and place the toast on a plate filling it with more food that he made. “What are you doing here?”

  “Good morning to you too. The breakfast does smell amazing, thanks.” He’s sassy and I want to smack that smile off his face so hard, I shift realizing I still don’t have pants on.

  When he’s standing in my personal space, I take a deep breath and take in that sinfully sexy spice that gets my juices flowing. Smiling, I lean up on my toes bracing myself on his chest and place a kiss on his cheek. “Morning. Thank you for all this. You didn’t have to do it.”

  “I know I didn’t, I wanted to. Eat up, you must be starving.” I cock my eyebrow at him as I take a seat. “I know how much energy scenes take out of people. The way you worked me over last night . . .”

  I cut him off because all I can think about is us in the club and I have other burning questions that need to be answered. “Well, you certainly made yourself right at home. That’s a compliment incase you were wondering. Seriously, this all tastes sinful. You didn’t answer my question though. How did you get into my house?”

  “You passed out on me last night. I tried waking you but you were out cold. I didn’t want to leave you at the club so I brought you home.”

  “How do you even know where I live?”

  “I just looked at your license. Lucky for me you’re a good citizen and keep all your information updated.” He winks.

  “So you just let yourself in huh. Don’t you think it’s a little early for that?” I joke but he doesn’t laugh. Hayden looks away before getting up to refill his coffee. “Hayden?” I push my plate away. I can read him well enough to know there’s something he’s not telling me.

  “When I pulled in, I didn’t think anyone would be awake. I mean it was almost four in the morning.” He turns around and leans against the counter crossing his arms over his chest. He’s closing himself off to me and I don’t like it.

  “Okay…” I push the food away and turn toward him.

  “When we got here, I tried to wake you again but man, you’re a heavy sleeper.”

  “So I’ve been told.” I deadpan, urging him to get on with it already. Crossing my arms, I sit back in my chair letting him know my patience is running thin.

  “I didn’t think to grab the keys before carrying you out of the car, so I was having trouble finding the right one to the door and that’s when Katrina came up from behind and asked me if I needed help.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck and I can tell he’s worried that he’s done something wrong. “Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call attention to whatever,” he motions his hands between us, “this is. Seriously though, what was she even doing up at four a.m. anyway.”

  “Probably Klaus.” I laugh getting up out of my chair and he raises an eyebrow at me. “The Arrington’s live on this block as well.”

  “Great… Now we’re going to be the talk of the club. I’m so sorry Julie. I honestly didn’t know.” I hold my hand up to stop him.

  “Quiet,” I say forcefully making sure he knows it’s a command and not a request. “Thank you for making sure I got home safe. Now crawl up those stairs and strip naked and wait for me on the bed on your knees.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I clear off the plates on the table to give Hayden a few minutes to contemplate what’s about to happen. It also gives me a few minutes to plan what I want to do to him. I got rid of my tools long ago since Camden wasn’t into the scene like I was. I’ll just have to improvise. I’ve done it before. Smirking to myself, I look in the fridge and grab the whipped cream, a wooden spoon, and the meat tenderizer mallet.

  I make my way up the stairs and into my room, Hayden is kneeling in the exact position I asked him too, head down, sitting back on his heels, naked with his hands on his thighs. He’s been trained well. I l
ick my lips at the sight. It’s sexy as hell.

  Walking past him, I keep my eyes locked on him to see if he moves to look at me, but he doesn’t. I’ll definitely have to reward him. Setting my tools of choice down on the night stand, I take off my shirt and throw it to the ground in front of him. A breath gets sucked in when he notices that I’m now naked in the room somewhere.

  I grab my night mask and walk so I’m behind him. “I’m going to cover your eyes. Are you okay with that?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” His voice is already breathless and I’m sure his cock is standing at attention waiting for me to take it deep inside my pussy.

  Once his eyes are covered, I grab his belt from the jeans he discarded and slide it through my hand before wrapping it around to get a good grip. Snapping it to let him know it was coming, I strike once, twice, a few more times before I get a good rhythm. When there are gorgeous red welts gracing his skin, I drop the leather and sink to my knees behind him, kissing him along the marks. His ragged breathing calms when my lips soothe the sting. I let my hands run along his skin, sliding around his waist and feeling for his cock. It’s dripping he’s so excited.

  “I was going to use the bat, but that sounded like a hard limit downstairs,” I whisper in his ear. Hayden gasps and turns his head toward my face. I take his lips in a crushing kiss. The intensity would have made my knees go weak if we weren’t on the floor.

  I turn myself around to be at his front and guide his hands to my breasts. He squeezes them before letting his mouth find my nipples. I let my head fall back enjoying the way his tongue dances around flicking, sucking and biting them. When I feel him try to thrust his cock into me, I push him away and stand up so we are separated. I’m pleased when I see him go right back to his submissive pose waiting for his next instructions.

  “Get up,” He does as he’s told. “Get up on the bed.” Hayden reaches out knowing the bed is close and gets on the bed, but pauses.”

  “Mistress, do you want me on my front or back.”

  I grab the wooden spoon and smack my hand. “Ass in the air, hands out in front of you.”

  He’s immediately in that position and I salivate at the balls hanging between his legs. Leaning forward, I let my tongue lick them, sucking them into my mouth. They tighten up to his body and I love that he seemed surprised by it. Releasing them, I smack the wooden spoon over his ass a few times before smacking his balls. He cries out but it instantly changes over to a moan when I take them in my mouth again, teasing them. Hayden endures a few more rounds of this before I tell him to roll over. I can’t take it anymore myself. The meat tenderizer will have to wait for next time.

  Straddling him, I let my pussy slide down his rigid cock until I’m seated flush against his body. I want to see his eyes as I ride him so I reach forward and pull the mask off. He blinks a few times, but the gaze did not disappoint. He’s ready to play hardball and I’m ready to take what he’s about to give me.

  Sitting up he pulls my body against his as he begins thrusting hard and fast. My head falls back and I let out a scream that will probably wake up the neighbors. He’s hitting every spot inside me that I’ve needed for a long damn time. The intensity of his grip on my hips, ass and back pushes me close to the edge, but it isn’t until he slides his hand up to my neck and pulls me into him taking me in a kiss that could rival any from before that I lose myself to him.

  I’m his. Body, mind and soul. I think he feels it too because he holds me closer than possible as he empties himself inside me. Our aftershocks are crazy. We fall to the bed in a mixture of sweat and body fluids. Cradling me to his body, he holds me, stroking my back.

  “I should be the one administering aftercare to you,” I mumble into his chest.

  “You can do that later, you need me to hold you right now.”

  I look up and his eyes meet mine. I’m not sure why my eyes cloud with tears from his statement, but I tuck my head away quickly so he doesn’t see it. His lips press to my head and I take a deep stuttering breath. “Thank you.”

  “I should be the one thanking you Julie.”

  I’m not sure if he says anything after that because I feel myself fall under to my exhaustion from the sex we just had.

  The annoying sound of my cell phone wakes me. I’m not sure how long we’ve been out, but Hayden’s still wrapped around me like a pretzel. The damn thing wakes him up too and he groans.

  I chuckle when his big arm swings over to the side of the bed and feels around for the phone. He hands it to me, “Check it, there could be an emergency.”

  I glance at the screen and see all my calls are from Katrina. “It’s only Katrina,” I tell him as he strokes my hair with his hand. “Undoubtedly, she’s calling to get the details on my night and morning. She will just have to wait.” Shutting my phone off, I toss it off the side of the bed and cuddle back into Hayden’s side allowing my eyes to close once again.

  Chapter 7

  “Julie?” I’m dreaming of Camden calling out my name over and over again. “What. The. Fuck. Julie!” Hayden and I both jump up and it’s now that I realize it wasn’t a dream. There standing in our…my bedroom is a furious looking Camden. I grab the sheet and cover myself up and look to Hayden. He looks as though he’s just seen a ghost and I nudge him snapping him back to reality.

  “Get your clothes on,” I say in a hushed voice.

  “Hayden! Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck is he doing here Julie?” He asks looking like he’s about to pounce any minute. I sit still frozen in bed not sure what to do looking between the two. I never in a million years thought about having Camden see me with another man let alone one he knows. Hayden slowly gets out of the bed and starts putting his clothes on. “Someone better start explaining now.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. Hayden reaches down and hands me my discarded t-shirt and I throw it over my head.

  “Don’t get dressed on my count. Clearly we both know what you look like under that sheet. You wasted no time spreading those legs huh.” He’s hurt but I’ll be damned if I let him talk to me like a piece of trash. I open my mouth to defend myself but before I can get a word out Hayden is charging at Camden and punches him in the face.

  “Hayden!” I run over and pull him away from Camden who is now seething.

  “Don’t you ever talk to her like that again, got it? Have some fucking respect.” He lunges forward again and I put myself between them both holding my arms out, one on each chest. Hayden’s chest is rising and falling so fast I know I need to diffuse this situation before someone seriously gets hurt. Only, I don’t know what the fuck is going on or how they even know each other.

  “Can we all just calm down, please! Camden, where are the kids?” I don’t care what is going on with my life right now, I need to make sure my kids aren’t witnessing any of this.

  “They are at Katrina’s. She was so eager to take them from me when I pulled up and now I know why.” I curse myself for not answering her calls. She must have been calling me to tell me that he was on his way over.

  “Camden, I know you have questions and I will do my best to answer all of them. I promise. Just please go downstairs and let me finish getting dressed.” I plead.

  “That’s fine but he comes with me.” He points to Hayden.

  “Absolutely not. I will not have a bloodbath in my kitchen.”

  “Alright fine. But Julie?” I sigh out of frustration and glance back to him over my shoulder. “This is low. Even for you.” He says before slamming the door shut behind him.

  What the fuck is he talking about? Low? Camden has never been so nasty to me in all the time I’ve known him. His words cut like a knife. I try my best not to let his words hurt me but the look of disgust he shot me before leaving the room is imprinting itself in my head. I wanted a peaceful divorce and this anything but. Salty liquid fills my eyes and I feel a tear escape down my cheek. Just as I’m about to wipe it away, Hayden pulls me to him. I can’t control my emotions and I
sob into his chest. He’s rubbing my back as I seek comfort in his arms trying to calm me down.

  “It will be okay. I’m not sorry I hit him. The way he spoke to you was not okay. Add in the old bad feelings that have been harboring against him and well you saw what comes of it.” I lift my head off his chest and look at him through my glassy vision.

  “How the hell do you two even know each other?” I’m holding onto his arms for dear life like I’m going to lose him with his answer. He lets out a sigh and kisses my forehead before pulling back.