Jay (Castle Ink Book 2)

by Amy Davies

Damn, does this man have any flaws? He lifts the arm that’s wrapped around me and places it on his stomach, trying to ease the muscles that are tightening. I want to feel his abs. Touch his bare skin. I start to laugh with him, the sound bouncing around the room. We laugh for God knows how long. Jay starts to speak but cuts off his words by laughing again.

  “Oh fuck,” he laughs out. “Kitten.” He says my nickname between gasps of air he’s trying to pull into his lungs. “Fucking hell, woman, are you trying to kill me before I get balls deep inside of you?”

  My laughter dies in my throat and I start coughing. I fall off the couch, which just starts off Jay’s laughing again. He literally has tears streaming down his face, and he still manages to look sexy as sin. Damn it. So unfair.

  “You bastard,” I gasp out. “You could help me up you know,” I rebuke. He breathes in a few deep breaths before he speaks, and I just lay on the floor waiting for him. Why the hell am I not getting up myself?

  “Okay, hold up.” He swings his legs over the front of the couch so he’s in a sitting position. He grips the bottom of his t-shirt and lifts it to wipe his face dry. Oh, good Lord of Ultron. From where I’m lying, I can see his stomach, and even though he’s bending over, it still looks tight and tanned. How can he be that tanned living in Bell Harbour? Hell, living in the UK. My face flushes from seeing the tanned skin he’s hiding under his clothes. I can only imagine how it would feel under my fingertips, but hopefully I will get to feel it soon. A girl can dream, right?

  “Okay, let’s start with this.” Jay bends forward and hooks his hands under my armpits and lifts me onto his lap, so I’m effectively straddling him. Our gazes lock, our laughter stopped. The room becomes quiet around us. The air crackles with sexual tension. Sexual tension that can’t be ignored anymore, but I think, deep down, we both we need to take this slow. Jay doesn’t know about Dale, and I don’t know about his past. We need to get all that messy fog out of the way if we intend to build a relationship.

  I lift my right hand and run it slowly through Jay’s hair. It’s longer on top, with the sides and back shorter. He has this messy style going on, the one where he can climb out of bed, run his fingers through it a few times and viola, done. Supermodel slash superhero status. His hands tighten on my arse, pulling me towards his pelvis, where his thick - and hard, I might add - dick is straining against his jeans. Poor man, I’ve heard all about how painful blue balls can be. Chris used to bitch all the time, before he found that stupid dating app thingy. Now all he does is meet up with random guys and hook up. I tell him all the time it’s dangerous, but he’s a strapping lad, he can take care of himself.

  My left hand slides over Jay’s chest, feeling the hard muscles under his t-shirt. I graze my hand down and find his pierced nipple. Jay groans and his grip on me tightens. I smile at him and his eyes darken. Lust stares back at me, and my knickers all but explode in my jammer bottoms.

  “Baby, I swear you to need to stop or I’m going to be balls deep inside you before we’re both ready for it. You can feel how badly I want you.” He squeezes his eyes closed and lays his head back against the couch. His neck muscles pull tight from the movement, making me want to run my tongue over his skin. So, I do just that. I lean in and slowly run my tongue from the base of his throat to his jaw. His taste settles in my mouth, branding me with his flavour. He groans and his fingers flex against my bum. My heart beats rapidly at seeing the affect I’m having on him.

  “Cassie,” he grounds out.

  “Sorry. Not sorry,” I whisper into the crook of his neck. I breathe in his scent and my body relaxes.

  “Slow, Kitten, slow.” Jay pushes me a little away from him and smiles, his eyes filled with lust and sexual desire - for me. His eyes bore into mine, silently telling me, with his superhero mind control, that we need to slow down. I nod in understanding and lay my head on his shoulder.

  “Slow. One day at a time.”

  jay

  I have been seeing Cassie for two weeks, and it has been fucking great – well, minus the painful blue balls that I have. Every fucking time I see her, they don’t seem to understand that we’re taking things slow. My dick and my balls seem to have a mind of their own around her. We went Christmas shopping the other day, and Cassie picked up a sexy as fuck dress that she wants to wear to her family Christmas party. Apparently, her parents are putting on a huge Christmas Eve party, and everyone is invited. Dex and Addy aren’t going because it will be Phoebe’s first Christmas, and they want to do family stuff. I don’t blame them. Anyway, back to the fucking dress that left my dick with permanent dents in it from the zipper on my jeans.

  We’re walking through town, looking for the perfect dress for Kitten’s parents’ Christmas eve party. I am the typical bloke who hates shopping - that was up until today. Going into these shops with Cass and having her try on dresses for me to see has been fucking heaven and torture at the same time. Oh, my poor dick.

  “Come on, Jay. Today can’t be all that bad, right?” Cassie says from beside me, her eyes giving me that innocent look that makes my dick jump. How can she affect me like this?

  “It isn’t bad, no. Only because I get to see you try all these sexy dresses on. Oh, and by the way, that last green one you tried on… Yeah, that fucker has my vote.” I wink down at her and she smiles at me.

  “Come on. One last shop, I swear on Ironman, it’s the last one.”

  “Fine,” I fake sigh, making out like this is the worst job in the world. We walk hand in hand into the shop and Cassie stops dead in her tracks. I follow her line of sight and see what’s caught her attention. On the mannequin is a simple black dress. It looks like it is off the shoulder at first glance, but as I follow Cassie, moving closer, I see that it’s not. The dress is strapless with a slightly flared skirt that will stop high on her thighs, showcasing her amazing legs. There are two pieces of material that are worn on the upper arm, making the dress look off the shoulder. It’s fucking perfect for my kitten. So plain, but with that added sexy effect.

  “Try it on,” I whisper in her ear, making her jump out of her trance.

  “Okay,” she says, and walks forward without another word. I leave her talking to the lady in the shop and sit my tired arse down on the quilted style chairs that sit just outside the dressing room. I pull my phone out and wait for my girl to slip into the dress. I’m dreading what she will look like - my balls will hate me even more. I see a shadow loom over me and then lower into the chair next to me. I lift my head and offer the woman a polite smile.

  “Are you here with someone?” she asks in a low tone.

  “I am, yes,” is all I offer her, before looking back down at my phone.

  “Well, she can’t be keeping you interested if you have to play with your phone to keep yourself entertained.” I shake my head at her and shift my body a little so I can see her better. She looks around my age, but dressed ten years younger.

  “Actually, my girlfriend is in there trying on a dress that I have no doubt will make my dick and balls hate me, because I can’t do fuck all until we get home. Oh, and believe me, she can entertain me until the cows come home. I’ll never lose interest in her,” I explain. I shift my gaze back to the curtain, praying that Cassie hurries the fuck up.

  “If you were my boyfriend, I would make you go in the dressing room with me so I could ease the blue balls she’s giving you.”

  “Well, it’s a good job that you aren’t his girlfriend, then, because I’m sorry, chick, he likes his girls with a bit of class, which you obviously don’t have.” My head snaps in the direction of the voice and I see my kitten standing there looking like someone who belongs in a sexy fashion magazine.

  “Wow,” is all I can manage to say. She actually has me speechless.

  Holy fucking shit, my girl is hot, and she just put this tart in her place. When do I get to marry this girl? Cassie looks to me and smiles.

  “Girlfriend?”

  “Jay.” My name is called, snapping me out of my
little daydream. I turn to see Dex standing next to me in Castle Ink. I look at him and blink a couple of times. He smirks at me and I chuckle.

  “What?”

  “I said, have you bought something for Cassie for Christmas yet?” I run my hand through my hair and grip the back of my neck. Fuck my life. I’ve finished getting everyone's presents except Cassie’s. What the hell can I get her? I search my brain, thinking of things that she said she liked. Fuck, nothing is coming to me.

  “So, nothing then? Dude, you’re up shit creek without a paddle. What are you going to do? Christmas is in a week and half.”

  “I know. Fuck. What the hell am I going to do, Dex? I have no fucking clue what to get her.”

  “Have a talk with Ads, maybe she can help you.”

  I nod my head in agreement. “Yeah, good plan, bro. I’ll see if Luke has time to come shopping with me tomorrow.” We close the shop every Sunday, it is the only day of the week that we’re shut, and since Christmas is a little over a week away, the shops are open for Christmas hours. I get up from the couch and walk out to have a chat with Luke.

  “Make it personal, Jay. Chicks love that. I know Addy does anyway,” my brother shouts after me. I walk through the studio and see Luke talking to two girls in the waiting area. They’re sitting on the couch there and Luke has his arse on the coffee table, leaning in to talk to them. He is a bloody man-whore; he will shag anything that moves.

  “Dude, put your tongue away for a second, will you,” I say as I approach the three. The girls giggle, and the noise is like nails on a chalk board. Luke turns his body slightly to look at me and winks. Cheeky bastard.

  “What’s up, man?”

  I look at the girls and then back to him. “I was hoping you would come shopping with me tomorrow. I need to get a gift for my kitten.”

  “Kitten. You buy presents for your kitten? Aww, that’s so sweet of you, Jay!” How the fuck does she know my name?

  “Um no, babe, his girl is called Kitten,” Luke explains.

  “What a stupid name for a girl!” one of the girl’s pipes in, and elbows the other girl who laughs along with her. My fists clench, and I try to bite my tongue, but fuck it, I don’t know this bitch. How dare she insult my name for my girl? I go to snap at her, but Luke gets there first.

  “Listen here, you bitch. Kitten is his nickname for his girlfriend, her real name is Cassie, not that it’s your business to know that. So why don’t you and Barbie number fucking two, piss off, and don’t come back. I can find some other hole to fuck.” Fuck me, this man is fucking loyal. He is willing to give up easy pussy to back me and my girl up. Family, right there.

  “You are a cheeky fucking prick, Luke Baker. Lose my number.” They stand to leave, but Luke throws more words at them.

  “I have been called far worse than that, don’t you worry. But I never had your number to begin with. You came to me, remember.” He winks at her and they both storm out of the studio.

  “Oh man, there goes two paying customers.” I fake my despair.

  “Oh man, do you want to me to go and chase them down. I fucked up. I am so fucking sorry.”

  “Fuck no.” We both burst out laughing at our joke. The man who is standing by the reception with Addy gives us a strange look. Yeah, we are fucking weird, live with it.

  “Looks like I will be free tomorrow morning after all. I’ll pick you up at ten, yeah?” Luke asks. I nod my head.

  “Yeah, brother. Ten is cool.”

  * * *

  Luke and I have been in town for over an hour already, and we haven't found anything I like for Cassie. We’re in a new relationship, so it’s hard to pick something personal. Luke is happy to help me out, but all he wants me to buy is sexy underwear for her, his perverted side coming out when we walked past an Ann Summers shop. I don't think we are in that stage of our relationship where I can buy her lacy bras and knickers, but believe me, one day I will.

  “Dude, you really need to pick something.” I sigh loudly.

  “I know, man, but fuck, it’s hard. I clearly don’t know her well enough to be buying her presents. Why didn’t I just take Addy up on her offer to buy Cassie’s gift for me? It would have been easier.” I lift my hand and squeeze the back of my neck; the tension is killing me. I can feel a headache coming on, and I don’t do well with them. We keep walking and I see a little vintage type shop, it looks quirky from the outside; T-shirts and hoodies hanging in the front window. I smile when I see an old movie hoodie that I think Cassie would love. It’s a start I guess.

  “In here, man,” I say to Luke and walk in through the door. There is music playing and some people mulling around.

  “Hey, can I help you with something?” a young girl asks us. I smile at her and answer.

  “Yeah, um, my girlfriend is a total movie buff and I need the perfect t-shirt or hoodie for her.”

  “Aww, that’s so flippin' sweet. Over on that wall is our movies clothes, go and have a look and let me know if you need anything else.” I nod and go to walk in the direction she pointed, noticing that Luke is watching her walk away. I slap him over the back of his head and he winces.

  “What the hell, man?”

  “Jailbait, Luke. JAILBAIT.” I nod my head at the young girl. She can’t be more than sixteen. Luke is thirty, and is a pervy bastard. As long as he gets off, not much fazes him about women.

  “You think?” he asks, looking a little put out.

  “Yeah, dude. Come on, I need the perfect top for Cass.” We make it over to the wall and my eyes light up. I pick up a navy t-shirt that says ‘Save Ferris’ in bold yellow font, one white t-shirt with Batgirl, Wonder Woman and SuperGirl on, and a black hoodie with the yellow Batman symbol on. I think Cassie will love these. But I keep thinking I need to get something bigger, something more...her.

  “Damn, these superhero bitches are fucking hot, man,” Luke says from beside me, looking at the shirt I’ve picked up.

  “Bitches, is that what you call all the women in your life? How the hell do you get laid, Baker?”

  “Not all of the women. Can you imagine what would happen if I called Addy a bitch? Not only would Dex beat the shit out of me, but fuck knows what Addy would do. That girl scares the piss out of me.” He shakes his head and walks away. I burst out laughing and follow him. He is right about Dex and Addy, though. I follow him over to the counter so the young girl can price up my items. I watch as Luke throws his charm around, but she clearly isn’t interested. I look around the shop, taking in all the items they sell. I will have to bring Cassie back here; she will love it.

  “Jay.” I turn my head to Luke and see that both he and the young girl are looking at me.

  “What?”

  “You need to pay the girl.” He nods his head in her direction and she smiles at me.

  “Oh shit, yeah, sorry.” I hand over my credit card, not caring how much the total is. I look down at the random items around the counter and see a flyer for something that would score me super brownie points with my kitten. I smile to myself and I pick up one of the flyers.

  “Can I take one of these, please?” I ask.

  “Yeah, of course.” She takes it off me and slides it into the bag with the items I just bought.

  “Great, thank you, and have a nice Christmas.” She returns the greeting and Luke and me walk out of the shop.

  “You’re grinning like you just ate the canary, mate,” Luke muses next to me. He’s right, but I did fucking good spotting this flyer.

  “That, my dear friend, is because it will not be the canary that I’ll be eating when Cassie sees this gift I’m going to get her.” I wink at him and he laughs a full belly laugh.

  “I’m rubbing off on you, my friend.”

  “Believe me, man. It is not you that will be rubbing off on me.” We laugh and joke and walk back to the car. I am done for Christmas this year, and I am damned fucking proud of what I have bought.

  Score for Jay Castle.

  cassie

 
It’s just two days before Christmas Eve, and Chris and I are finishing up for the Christmas break. We close from now until January the second. I like to have a big Christmas break and enjoy the family time. Plus, Chris likes to drink and be merry over Christmas. He is huge on the holiday; he starts wearing Christmas jumpers and t-shirts from December the first. Today he’s wearing a white jumper that has a snowman on it, even the bloody nose flashes. Me, well, I’m wearing a black jumper with big silver writing that says, ‘Let It Snow’. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas, but I don’t feel the need to wear it.

  “Cassie Dawson, stop scowling, you’ll scare away the customers,” Chris says from the doorway. I look up from the reception desk and smile at him. He looks bloody handsome today, not that he doesn’t any other day.

  “Chris, when are you going to find an amazing man and settle down?” He looks down at his feet, not making eye contact, which makes me suspicious. His cheeks flush a little and I… Oh, that sneaky, little bugger.

  “Oh, you little, sneaky elf you. You’ve met someone, haven’t you?”

  He nods his head. “Yes. His name is Rich and… oh fuck, Cass, he is amazing. Tall, dark and handsome. Hell, he is sexy as fuck.” I love watching Chris swoon like this. Chris doesn’t give off the gay man vibe. You would never know that he was gay just by looking at him and talking to him. His face is flushed, showing me just how much he likes this Rich bloke.

  “Awww, my little Chrisy-po is growing up,” I joke. My smile fills my face, as a blush covers his. Chris is a great catch, and believe me when I say that women are devastated when they work out that he’s gay. I love seeing their reactions. One woman even offered to pay him to sleep with her so she could try and turn him straight. Like, who does that? He is gay and he is happy, deal with it, ladies. I will say I was a devastated woman once. But he is perfect the way he is, and that is all I care about.

  “So, when do I get to meet Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome?” Chris looks a little shy, which is strange for him; he must really like this man.