Bullet Series Box Set Books 1-8

by Jade C. Jamison

  …if he managed to not come right then and there.

  Again, he thought, fuck it. If he did, he did, and these women would just have to deal.

  No, he didn’t want to lose control, so he gritted his teeth and tried to think about anything other than the end goal. But he needed to communicate his desire, so he moved so that he was right behind Brina and, even though her hand was still cupped around him, he ground against her, placing his hands first on her waist and then, unable to stop himself, he slid them up her ribs and then over her breasts. He then glided his fingers up over the nipples, one finger at a time, with agonizing slowness. As each finger passed over the nipples, he could feel them growing harder through the fabric, responding to his touch. Then, his fingers splayed over both breasts, he gently squeezed them and buried his nose in her hair.

  It wasn’t long after that he felt Brina move away from him, but her hand was still gripping his package. If he didn’t follow along, he knew her grasp could grow uncomfortable or painful. “Let’s go,” she said, hooking her hand inside the top of Monica’s now pathetic-looking lingerie. The girl had been sexy earlier but now looked like a victim, between the state of her clothing and the remnants of chocolate smeared on her breasts.

  Nick tried to reach the wine or the chocolate to bring along, but Brina had already pulled him too far away. He figured it was probably for the better. More wine, and he might underperform…and if they were desperate for the chocolate later, one of them could fetch it out of the kitchen. It wasn’t too far off. So he let his feet continue their motions, one step at a time, and Monica somehow drifted behind Brina too, Brina’s hand still grasping the woman’s lingerie, and she led them down the hall that way.

  Nick wasn’t sure how he felt about being pulled around by his dick and balls, and he wondered how Monica felt about being yanked around herself. But he looked over at her, and the expression on her face said everything. She was in love with Brina, completely smitten, and having her girlfriend lead her around the way she did was sheer joy.

  Maybe it was just Nick then.

  So he gave into it. It was part of the play and he could take it or leave it. He chose to take it, because he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on and this willing to prolong the agony for as long as possible.

  When they got to the room he was pretty sure was the bedroom, Brina refused to let go of Monica’s lingerie, and she pulled the woman into the room. Nick, though, was torn between relief and sadness that she let go of his junk. But she turned toward him then and fisted the top of his t-shirt with such ferocity that Nick would have been scared if she’d been a mountain lion. She then slammed him into the door, open as wide as it would go pressed against the doorstopper on the wall, and smashed her face into his, bruising both their lips in the process. Her tongue clashed with his and somehow Nick’s cock grew harder.

  How the fuck was that possible?

  When her lips left his, he felt disoriented. The room had the glow of embers—a reddish, orange-ish tint, the light coming from the lamp next to the bed—and he couldn’t tell if the glow cast was because of the red oriental lampshade or if they had a colored bulb inside. It was dim yet warm in the room, in spite of what he knew was raging cold outside, and he felt like he’d been transported to another world.

  The cinnamon smell had disappeared, only to be replaced by the sweet musky smell of incense. He couldn’t make out the exact scent, but the incense scent was unmistakable. The bed—queen-sized—took up a good chunk of the room, nestled between a wall and the closet, and it was clothed in black satin sheets as promised. He’d been thinking of hell earlier, but he knew that, if he had a heaven, it probably looked like this.

  Brina’s face was covered in her classic smirk, and—fists still wrapped around his and Monica’s clothing—she led her lovers all the way inside to the foot of the bed.

  “Monie, this man has suffered long enough. Take care of him.”

  Nick felt his eyes grow wide but he said nothing as Brina sat on the bed and then scooted up it some so that her feet didn’t dangle over the edge. He loved the way the stiletto heels of the boots dug into the mattress. “I’m gonna get warmed up, because you,” she said, pointing at Nick, “are going to eat me after she’s done with you.”

  Holy Christ, this woman was filthy. He’d been starting to wrap his mind around how much he loved that side of her when he felt Monica’s fingers on his jeans, prying the zipper down. The vibration from the metal teeth was amazing, but he couldn’t pry his eyes off Brina. He was beginning to understand why Monica didn’t question the woman. She really was being a bossy bitch, but he was amazed at what it did for his arousal. He only hoped Monica wouldn’t hate him after this.

  Truth be told, she had probably done this before for her girlfriend.

  “Suck him off,” Brina commanded, propping herself up with pillows and spreading her legs so that Nick could see her unfasten her own teddy down at the bottom, just like Monica’s had done. Shit…she was still wearing the garter and boots and he felt his cock pulse in response, just as Monica’s fingers pulled his underwear down and off his cock, but she left his jeans and the underwear on—they were removed just enough that she could get at him.

  She wrapped those sweet lips around his cock and said mmm just as she did it, the thrumming from her vocal chords adding to the amazing sensation of simply being touched. He looked down briefly and placed his hands at her temples so he could pull her hair back and away. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her mouth wrapped around his cock.

  But then his eyes snapped back open. He wanted to look at Brina again—they were doing this for her, after all. Her right hand was positioned over her pussy, those red claws making her fingers stand out against her white flesh and the black she wore and rested on. She stroked one of her long fingers against herself and smirked at Nick, then made a licking motion toward him with her tongue.

  He throbbed again in response, just as Monica sucked him down again. He nearly reeled with the sensation. Brina almost laughed and then moaned as she ran her fingers down her slit again. He had to hold it together but it was growing impossible. Between receiving one of the sweetest blowjobs he’d ever had in his life and getting his own personal live peep show, he was struggling to keep it together.

  Monica slid her free hand up his thigh and started tickling his balls. Normally, he’d find it distracting and the distraction alone would be enough to prolong orgasm.

  But not today.

  No, this time, he was done. She sucked him hard twice more and that was it. He could feel the life draining from his body as his mind hit that euphoric wonderland he’d been waiting for. He felt Monica swallowing his cum and even that—him wondering why this sweet young lady who had no preference for males was acting like a heterosexual woman—couldn’t stop his ride to the top.

  As he came back down, he felt his body shudder against his will, and he tried to get his wits about him. He wondered if Brina was going to make them kiss or do anything else, but then he remembered that she’d commanded him to feast upon her pussy. He took a deep breath, willing away the wave of sleepiness that washed over him, and grinned over at Brina. She too looked as though she was on the verge of orgasm. Maybe it had been a good thing he couldn’t hold out any longer. “You ready for me?”

  She observed him through hooded eyes. “What’s it look like, Channing?” Monica removed her hands from him and wiped her mouth before standing. “You, come take care of me topside.”

  Nick was sauntering over to the bed, but Monica didn’t waste a second responding to her girlfriend’s request. She kissed Brina full on and Nick placed his hands on Brina’s knees. Oh, to be given this opportunity. She wouldn’t regret it.

  Brina broke off the kiss with Monica and the blonde then started tweaking her girlfriend’s nipple. Brina looked Nick straight in the eye. “What the hell are you waiting for?”

  Indeed. So Nick lowered himself to worsh
ip at her shrine and take her to heaven with his tongue, just as she’d demanded.

  * * *

  Nick sat up and then found himself sliding off those goddamned slippery sheets onto the floor, nearly landing on his ass. After a little searching, he found his jeans and put them on. Brina was still sprawled on the bed, half covered by the sheet, and he paused so he could gaze on her beauty. She was lanky and thin, but her bones were big and she was tall. She was what he imagined an Amazonian woman to look like. Her lips were no longer painted deep red with lipstick but they were still full and beautiful, and her eyes were still lined in black. Her hair was splayed behind her head, but it was hard to see it all up against the black sheets. Her breasts were perfect—smallish but perky, and the areolas were a light brown up against her pale skin, even more striking with her dark hair. Her little landing strip of pubic hair was dark brown, though, which made him guess she dyed the hair on her head darker. Went with the Sinna image and all.

  No way would he hold that shit against her.

  He reflected back over the previous night’s events. After the first round of orgasms enjoyed by all, they ate a few potato chips, of all things, and then had another glass of wine. Afterward, they fetched the body chocolate and started all over.

  Round two had involved penetration.

  Monica hadn’t gone that far, but she’d participated in other ways, and Nick found himself growing rather fond of the sweet girl. He could definitely see what Brina saw in her.

  Now, though, coffee…he smelled coffee. Oh, please let that be in this apartment.

  He found his way through the hall to the kitchen, and he realized the heavy cinnamon scent that had been in the air the night before had faded somewhat—either that, or the coffee aroma was overpowering it. He walked into the kitchen from the dark hallway, glad it wasn’t too bright in there. The overhead light was still on, the drapes closed, but he could tell from the quality of light behind the fabric that a storm had moved in. Shit. He hated driving the freeway when it was snowing because of all the fucking idiots who didn’t know how to drive in it.

  No way was he gonna say anything about it, though. He wasn’t gonna hang around all day just because of a little snow…didn’t want to wear out his welcome.

  He saw Monica sitting at the small table beside the island, and then he smelled the cigarette smoke just as he spied the white stick between her fingers. He never would have figured her for a smoker, because she hadn’t smelled like it before…but maybe that was why the place had been doused in spices the night before.

  When she noticed him, she pointed the smoky stick at him and said, “Why, yes, it was good for me.” She grinned and took a drag off the cigarette. “I made coffee. Help yourself.”

  “You’re an angel. I would love some.” He walked over to the counter behind the table and pulled a mug off one of the hooks underneath the cabinet, then took the carafe and poured the mug full of java.

  As if apologizing, she said, “I don’t smoke very often, but after a night like that, I had to celebrate.” He moved over to the other side of the small table and sat down. He nodded, afraid of saying the wrong thing. “You’re a nice guy, Nick.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  She looked down inside her coffee cup as though reading a fortune in a crystal ball, and then she made eye contact with him. “You let me know that, even though you were here for Bri, you were gonna do your best to make me feel comfortable and cared for. I don’t think she’s ever brought a guy home who paid attention to me like you did. They were all about her.”

  Aw. Poor thing. That made him feel like a real shit, because—frankly—that had been why he’d come in the first place…but there was no way he was going to tell her that. “Well, I know you’re not into guys, but I wanted you to enjoy yourself, too. It was pretty obvious to me that Brina wanted us, all three, to enjoy ourselves, and so I wanted to introduce myself to you and, uh, go from there.” He figured now might not be the time to address Brina’s bossiness in bed and how she forced Monica to do things the woman was likely not comfortable with.

  She giggled. “If I were into guys, Nick, I think I’d go for you. What a gentlemanly thing to do.”

  He smiled. No, he knew now that Brina would never fully be his, and he had to give that notion up now…but why couldn’t he and Monica share her, fulfill her needs for both sexes? He’d be willing to share and to participate in a party like they had last night. Monica had been prepared to work alongside her girlfriend, to help her woman fulfill whatever was inside her that needed a man, and she’d discovered that she, too, could enjoy herself along the way.

  At least that was what Nick hoped.

  “Don’t get me wrong. I’d never do that shit again if it was up to me, but I love Bri and I want to make her happy, and—once in a while—I’ll do it.” That answered his question. She put out the butt of the cigarette in the tiny glass ashtray beside her coffee cup and then placed her hand on Nick’s. “You’re welcome here anytime. I trust you.”

  Wow. That was huge. “That means a lot coming from you, Monica. You know, I don’t know you very well, but I can tell that you’re a caring, loving person, and I think you’re perfect for Brina.”

  “Shit. Thanks, Nick. That’s so sweet.”

  He swallowed some coffee and said, “Anyway, I should probably get out of here so you guys can get on with your weekend.”

  They heard a loud crash and Monica giggled. “She slid off the bed. Again. When the hell are we gonna get rid of those stupid sheets?”

  He heard a mumbled fuck down the hall as he heard Brina stumble toward the kitchen. She walked in and saw Monica’s hand on Nick’s. Then she leaned over and kissed Monica on the top of her head. “Holy fuck, you guys. I am so goddamned sore. I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time.” She walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. “And then I come in the kitchen to the sweetest sight—my lovely girlfriend smiling at me and my new boyfriend continuing to look hot.”

  Nick felt his smile slide off his face as he witnessed the slight glint that appeared in Monica’s eyes. She’d been okay with the idea of Nick being an occasional guest, but Brina calling him boyfriend had been a bad fucking move. He didn’t know that he or even Brina could repair that damage.

  But she turned around, completely oblivious to her faux pas, a huge grin plastered on her face. She walked over to the island and leaned against it, almost hovering over the two of them like a vulture. Nick cleared his throat and said, “I was getting ready to leave…let you two get on with your day.”

  “What? You don’t feel up for more of the same?”

  He smiled but inside, he wasn’t feeling it—not at all. Not now. Brina had ruined the mood, all the good vibes he’d been feeling. He didn’t want to telegraph that, though. What had just happened was a good reminder to him of why relationships were a bad fucking idea—too much walking on eggshells, sidestepping, compromising…and apologizing when there was a fuck up. So he gave a small smile and downed the rest of his coffee. “Nah. I got stuff I gotta do.” He stood. “Ladies, I enjoyed myself. Thanks for the invite.”

  Five minutes later, he was on the road, wondering if he’d just escaped the claws of eternal damnation…or if he’d want to return sometime in his future. The idea of eternal damnation was awfully tempting.

  Chapter Twelve

  THE FIRST WEEK of January cast the immediate future of Val Hella in serious doubt. It turned out that Val’s stalker had been none other than one of Fully Automatic’s roadies, a guy named Kenny that the guys of Fully Automatic had nicknamed Rockstar—a hard worker, a wannabe band member without the talent or dedication to play anything, but he could look the part, what with his hair and tattoos, and he’d always seemed like a halfway decent guy, willing to do whatever the band needed to play wherever they were. He’d sometimes seemed a little off to Nick, and now he thought he knew why. The guy was off. Anyway, when Brad and Val had been on the western slope of Colorado visiting h
is parents, the guy had followed them there and tried to kidnap Val. Brad had managed to intervene but got stabbed in the lower abdomen for his trouble.

  They’d been toying with the idea of doing a few charity dates in January to warm up for the tour, but that idea was out the window and all those tentative dates were cancelled. The doctor told Brad and Val that he needed time to recover, and that meant a few weeks, not days, to heal. So, when they met for their first weekly practice the second week in January, Brad did his playing sitting down.

  Brina made eyes at Nick, but that was the extent of it. She didn’t even get him alone to talk to him.

  That told Nick all he needed to know, that it had been nothing more than a one-time thing and he needed to be happy for that one shot. It had been one of the best times he’d ever had (not that he could remember anything resembling bad when it came to sex), and he’d never forget it, but he did know that either Brina only liked to play once in a while or Monica had put the kibosh on future playdates. Either way, it was over and he had to be satisfied with the memories.

  He could do that—there was some solid spank bank material from that night.

  At the end of practice that day, Brad looked pale and worn out. Nick pulled Val aside after they’d put everything away. “He gonna be okay or should we postpone more dates?”

  Val smiled. “The doctor says he’ll be okay by the time we have to hit the road.”

  “But what if he’s not?”

  She sighed. “I thought about that, too. If—” Nick could tell this was hard on her, because she’d been waiting so long to follow her dream again, and prolonging it was likely hell. He knew, though, that she was also worried about Brad. “We talked about it, and if he’s still feeling like shit the week before, we’re going to postpone the first few dates. We want to wait till it gets closer, though.”

  “He probably shouldn’t have practiced today, huh?”

  “Definitely not.”