Twin Flames (The Raven Boys Series Book 1)

by M. A. Lee

  Drake’s body relaxed, and he seemed to smile. “Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

  Watching Drake get upset made me feel guilty. Or at least I think it was guilt. Ivy thought I wasn’t interested? Of course, I was. Who wouldn’t be? She’s crazy hot, cool, and I can’t stop thinking about her. But, I don’t know how to handle these feelings.

  Turning to Drake, I did the one thing I never thought I would ever have to do.

  Ask him for advice on women.

  “Hey, Drake,” I called as he was about to head to his bike.

  “Yeah,” he said, stopping and spinning around to face me.

  I dug my hands into my jeans pocket as I nervously rocked on the heels of my black boots. “Can you let Lacy know, I do like her friend, Ivy. I um…” my voice trailed off as I was unsure of how to say the next part. “I need your advice,” I began.

  Drake’s face lit up with surprise and he almost laughed, but he stopped himself.

  Smart man.

  “What do you need, Jameson,” he asked, his tone growing serious.

  “Well, I think I might like Ivy, but I have no idea what in the hell I’m doing. I had a great time with her at the bar the other night, but I thought she might need space or something like that,” I added.

  Walking over to me, Drake threw his hand on my shoulder and finally let out that belly laugh he had been holding in. “Oh man, Jameson, you are in trouble now. You finally found a girl that sparked your interest. Sure, I will help you, but if you do anything to hurt her and screw up my relationship with Lacy, I’ll cut off your balls,” he teased.

  At least, I hoped he was teasing.

  “Thanks, Drake,” I said nervously.

  With his arm still draped around my shoulders, I allowed Drake to lead me back to the bike I had been working on. As I got back to work, I listened for over an hour as my brother gave me advice on how to do things right by a woman. Hearing his words of advice made me realize what a douchebag I had been over the years and how I couldn’t be that guy anymore if I ever wanted a chance with Ivy.

  “We can focus more on this conversation later, but tonight, we have a funeral procession to lead,” Drake said as he stood.

  “Oh shit, I forgot,” I growled. It was true, my mind had been so occupied by Ivy, that I had forgotten about one of our obligations which was to help out our local fallen soldiers.

  Following Drake’s lead, I finished my job at the shop and then got ready to ride for a real sacrifice.

  8

  Ivy

  A familiar face filled my phone screen as I heard the annoying ringing sound. Looking down, I sighed as my mom’s face lit up my screen.

  Hitting ignore, I refused to answer the call. As much as I hated to do it, I just had to distance myself from my family. They knew my plan when I left home. They knew I needed time. One day, hopefully, I would find a way to talk to my mom without constantly feeling guilty, but today is not that day.

  “Was that your mom?” Lacy asked, already knowing the answer by my sorrowful face.

  “Yeah. I will talk to her eventually,” I said, throwing my phone down on the couch next to me.

  After sitting in awkward silence for a few minutes, Lacy finally leaned over and gained my attention.

  “Don’t be mad, ok?” Lacy said as we sat on the couch watching a movie on Netflix.

  Whenever Lacy began a sentence like that, I knew I was about to get upset with her. Pausing the movie, I turned to face her. “Oh, what now?” I asked.

  Sighing, Lacy tried to give me her best pathetic smile, but I wasn’t buying it today. “Well…”

  She lingered on and I couldn’t stand the anticipation of what she had to tell me. “Just spit it out, Lacy,” I yelled.

  “Fine. I might have told Drake something about you,” she began.

  My stomach dropped, and I could feel my face grow pale. Oh no, what could she have told Drake? I had told Lacy personal information about my past, surely, she wouldn’t have betrayed my trust.

  “What did you say?” I asked, my voice trembling.

  “I told him that you might like Jameson and that you didn’t understand why he wasn’t calling you,” she said, moving herself a little bit farther away from me on the couch.

  “You did what?” I screamed.

  “I’m sorry. I gave Jameson your number and I thought he would have called. I can tell he likes you, Drake thinks so too. I guess…well, I thought if he thought you liked him, maybe that would put a spark under his ass and get him to ask you out,” she said, her eyes pleading for me to understand.

  I shook my head, anger filling my entire body. I couldn’t believe she had done that. She knew I wasn’t interested in dating anyone. She knew my plans.

  “Lacy, you went too far,” I began. “This can’t happen.”

  “Don’t be mad at me. I swear, I really thought you and Jameson might have a shot together,” Lacy said.

  As much as I wanted to be angry with her, I just couldn’t. I knew her madness came from a good place.

  “Look, I get what you were trying to do. But, I can handle myself. Please just drop it now.”

  Nodding her head, Lacy seemed to understand. “I promise to drop it.”

  We went back to watching our movie in awkward silence. Even though I forgave her, I was still hurt by what she had done, and the idea Jameson had never called.

  ****

  A week later, I still hadn’t heard from Jameson, but Lacy had dragged me back to the Raven’s Clubhouse bar.

  “You have no idea the things that man did to my body,” Lacy said a little too loudly as she sipped on a fruity cocktail.

  Lacy and Drake were full on hot and heavy now and I had the horrific pleasure of hearing her moan night after night when he would venture to our apartment after the bar closed. The sounds of her bed shaking, and the screams of pleasure ignited a desire inside of me for that same touch, but I had no idea if Jameson was really interested in me that way. Lacy had stopped pressuring me about Jameson, but now I wasn’t sure if that was what I really wanted. Sure, I could probably head to any campus bar or go online to one of those dating websites, but what I craved was a dark-haired man and an engine that roared my heart to life.

  We were waiting at the bar where Drake had told Lacy to meet up with him. He had some surprise to show us.

  Spotting Lacy, Drake walked over and kissed her before introducing her to a few of his biker friends. Even though they were dressed in leather vests, black boots, and had more tattoos than I could count, they were all very friendly to me. I stood by the door, noticeably out of place. Drake walked us to a table near the bar and we all sat down.

  “Order whatever you want, drinks are on me,” Drake stated with a smile.

  I did feel bad about judging him before, he did seem like a really nice guy and from the way he was looking at Lacy, I could tell he was into her.

  I couldn’t help but glance around the bar every chance I got. Whenever the front door would open, my heart would skip a beat only to be let down when it was just another bar patron and not the hot Raven Boy, I was interested in seeing. Even though I would never admit that aloud. After two hours, I had finished my second drink and was ready to leave.

  “Hey, it's about to start,” Drake said, looking at the clock on his phone.

  “What is starting?” I asked as everyone began to get up and rush toward the back exit. I was too stunned and confused to do anything but follow them.

  When we got outside, we were facing a long alleyway. There were two cars parked side by side. I spotted one of the Raven Boys, Brody. He was getting into a souped-up Camaro. He revved the engine as I heard bets being made behind me. Is this some weird ultimate universe? I was literally just sitting inside a biker bar and now I am standing outside in the dark watching people gamble?

  “What are they doing?” I asked aloud.

  “Drag racing,” Drake replied as he threw his arm around Lacy’s shoulders.

  “Let’s go watch,�
�� Lacy said as she tugged on my arm.

  “No way. That sounds dangerous and illegal,” I replied.

  “Oh, it is,” Drake laughed beside us. “My baby brother here thinks he is some Nascar driver. He loves to fix up these cars and race behind the bar. He even races the bikes too,” Drake said proudly.

  Pulling my arm, Lacy wasn't giving up.

  “I will watch for ten minutes, then I’m leaving with or without you.”

  Lacy just rolled her eyes at my threat. We both knew I wasn’t leaving without her.

  “Are you leaving already?” A familiar voice asked me. I looked up to see Jameson standing in front of me, smiling. He had on a pair of baggy jeans and a tight white tee shirt. He looked amazing.

  “No, I am just observing this dangerous act about to take place,” I stated, watching the people in front of us.

  Looking up, I noticed how wild his black curly hair looked right now. It was screaming for me to run my hands through each strand, but I kept my hands to my side instead. I wanted to explore his body like my own personal wonderland, but I knew better than to act out my fantasies.

  “You don’t walk on the wild side very much, do you?” he laughed.

  “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my hands resting on my hips. I loved when he teased me, even though I would never admit that to him. It only built up the foreplay I wished would take place.

  “You just look really uncomfortable being here,” Jameson laughed.

  “I am glad you were amused,” I added.

  Just then, the cars began to rev their loud engines, and everyone took a step back. I watched in wild fascination as the cars began to race at lightning speed past us. My hair blew around my face and I had to stop and catch my breath from the wind.

  Jameson reached down and took my small hand in his. The moment our fingers laced together, a wild spark was ignited in me. I sensed the heat from Jameson, but it was the dark lust penetrating from his eyes that told me whatever was happening between us at this moment, was about to get wild. Turning his head, Jameson licked his lips as he spoke. “Hey, do you want to get out of here?” he asked.

  I could only nod my yes. Words had escaped me.

  At that moment, I had never felt more alive. The rush of watching those cars drive past me outside of a bar I had no business being in, next to the hottest guy I had ever seen, was the most exhilarating moment of my life.

  9

  Ivy

  We rode his bike in silence back to my apartment. I didn’t question why we didn’t go back to his place. He lived with his brothers, too much risk one might come home and… I couldn’t finish the thought.

  Parking his bike in the parking lot, Jameson helped me off his bike and we walked hand in hand to my apartment. Once inside, everything changed.

  Before I could even register what was happening, Jameson took my face in his hands and kissed me. Pushing my lips open, his tongue entered my mouth and I couldn’t help the moan that had escaped. Lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued the deep kiss.

  “Bedroom,” he managed to say as his lips still claimed mine.

  I pointed down the hall and as he carried me, my hands roamed through his wild hair. With each kiss and touch, my need for Jameson grew. His rock-hard cock was pushing against my most sensitive part and I felt like I may lose all control before we even reached the bedroom.

  Kicking my bedroom door open, we tumbled inside and together, we fell onto my bed.

  Jameson bounced under me as our bodies rocked against the mattress.

  Turning me over, he held his body over top of me. His muscles bulged through his shirt and my hands gripped them tightly. The room was dark, and the only light provided came through the window as the moonlight filtered through.

  “Ivy, I need you now,” he whispered.

  “Jameson, I want you. Take me,” I pleaded.

  Leaning down, he placed his lips against mine again and his hands began to trail down my neck, slowly building the fire within me.

  His fingers caressed my sensitive skin and as he continued over my breasts he squeezed, and I writhed beneath him.

  With one hand he massaged my breasts, taking his time with each one, while his other hand skimmed the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head. Somewhere, he discarded it on the floor.

  Moving my hands, I removed my bra giving him more access to my taut nipples.

  “Hey, that’s my job,” Jameson groaned.

  He sounded so demanding and I liked how his tone caused me to grow wet with need.

  “I was just trying to help,” I said, biting my bottom lip.

  Leaning down, he placed his mouth on my nipple and began to suck. I couldn’t handle the pleasure he was providing as my hands dug into his back. I was urging him to continue as he satisfied my need.

  “I need to hear you beg for me,” Jameson growled as he began to trail his kisses down my stomach toward my panties.

  Removing his mouth, Jameson lifted my hips and pulled my jeans and panties off in one swift motion.

  I gasped as the cool air hit my now bare flesh.

  I had never been asked to beg before. My few sexual encounters were not bad, but they were just sex. This felt like much more. Like a controlled sensual act. Just the thought of Jameson controlling me as he pleasured me heated me in waves.

  “Please, Jameson. Do what you want with me,” I moaned.

  Smiling, Jameson looked up at me one last time before his tongue began to lick down my stomach until he reached my most sensitive area. Using his hands, he parted my legs and began to trail kisses around my thighs, licking and biting as he made his way around my mound.

  My body tingled in anticipation for what was about to come.

  My mouth fell open as I watched him work his way around my body. I felt like begging again, but he stopped.

  Leaning on his knees, Jameson pulled off his shirt and began to unbuckle his jeans. All the while, staring deep into my eyes. I lay beneath him, naked and awaiting him. I was vulnerable right now, but I had never felt freer in my life. Our eyes remained locked until he pulled down his boxers, revealing his very large and erect dick.

  I had never seen anything so marvelously large and beautiful in all my life.

  “Jameson…” I began, but words failed me.

  Kicking off his shoes he quickly pulled off his boxers and jeans until we were both naked in my bed.

  He leaned back down and with one finger, began to trace the outline of my throbbing mound.

  “Damn, baby. You are so wet,” he said, licking his lips as he watched his finger move all around me. My eyes remained locked on his face, watching the pleasure he saw and created. As his finger dipped inside of me, I thought I was going to come undone immediately. He only teased me though, as he removed his finger and placed one last kiss on my inner thigh, he began making his way back up my stomach.

  He could sense my frustration and he laughed.

  “As much as I want to taste you right now, I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he said as our lips met once again.

  “As long as you promise I won’t have to wait long,” I sighed.

  Jameson smiled against my mouth as he leaned down and grabbed my hand. “Put me inside of you,” he demanded.

  Happily, I placed my hand around his large cock and led it to my opening. I had never been so happy to submit to one’s desire and demands.

  In one thrust, Jameson entered me, and my body writhed from the pleasure it caused.

  As he began to rock in and out of me, I slid my hands up his abs, feeling each ripple of muscle as I gave in to the fantasy of lust.

  I could feel every inch of him inside of me and I welcomed more and more. My growing climax climbed as his thrusts set to a steady rhythm, my hips matching the motions.

  As I felt myself reach my climax, I screamed out his name as I came undone all over him. Only seconds later, Jameson pulled out of me and sprayed his seed all over the beds
pread beside me. I watched him with a wild fascination. His face was full of satisfaction and power as he pumped himself dry. He turned and noticed my stare once he was finished.

  “Did you like that?” he asked, as he leaned back down and placed himself next to my now exhausted body.

  “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen before,” I sighed with a wide grin on my face. “I have never experienced anything that pleasurable in my life,” I admitted.

  It was true. While my sexual encounters were less than four, no man had ever pleasured me the way Jameson had. While the sex was breathtaking and amazing, it also felt like something more. Like the start of a connection. A relationship? I wasn’t sure, but I knew now that I had a taste of Jameson, my hunger was only going to grow.

  Turning to look at me, Jameson smiled. “You know, I just realized something,” he said.

  “What’s that?” I asked, taking his hand and lacing my fingers through his.

  “I just realized that you know a lot about my family—well, my brothers. But, I don’t really know anything about your family or your story.”

  I knew this topic would eventually come up. I guess I had just hoped I could pretend like he would never want to know about my life, but now that we were beginning to bloom into something, I guess it was only natural that the guy I was seeing and now sleeping with would want to know about my past.

  Sighing, I began. “Jameson, my past isn’t a fairy tale. My parents split up when I was young. My dad had an affair, my mom went into a dark depression, and my brother became the king of assholes. I left my small hometown after high school and haven’t looked back since. Only Lacy, and now you know this. I don’t really speak to my family anymore. One day I will again, when the pain isn’t so fresh, but I don’t like to talk about them.”

  I waited for Jameson to drill me with questions, but he didn’t. Nodding his head, Jameson seemed to understand what I was saying.

  “I get it. Families can be fucked up. My parents loved one another but their lives ended too soon. I understand not wanting to relive your past. Maybe one day you can share more with me, but for now, I am more interested in the present and the future. Besides, anyone who could leave you or treat you poorly isn’t anyone who I want to meet anyway,” Jameson finished, leaning down and kissing my knuckles.