Jay (Castle Ink Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  “Cassieeeeee,” Jay growls out my name as he stills, his orgasm taking over. My legs open and Jay settles between them, panting, trying to catch his breath. I hold his upper body close to mine, our chests pressed together like we are one. Our breaths mingling together. Sweat covers both our bodies, but in this moment, everything is perfect.

  Absolutely perfect.

  “Kitten?” My name a whisper from his lips.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “I love you,” he whispers against my neck. My body tenses, but then completely relaxes. His words wash over me and everything feels right. He feels right, not only against my skin, but right in my life. He belongs with me. I thought Dale loved me, but being with Jay just shows me that what I felt for Dale was nothing like love. I was a fool for thinking otherwise.

  “I love you, too, Jay,” I say, but even I can hear the unease in my voice. Jay snaps his head up to face me, his eyes showing confusion.

  “But?” he says, resting on his elbow and looking down at me. I lift my hand up to cup his scruffy jaw. I love the feel of his coarse hairs against my inner thighs. I run my thumb across his bottom lip and smile at him, but I know that it doesn’t reach my eyes, and Jay senses my hesitation.

  “Please, don’t hurt me, Jay. I’ve said it before: I don’t know if I will survive you hurting me. What Dale did, even without the physical side of things… I believe you can hurt my heart more than physically hurting me.” He leans in and lays a gentle kiss on my lips, no added pressure, no rushing, just pure love. That one kiss says it all. He will never hurt me. Jay lifts his head and cups my jaw, holding me in place while he pours his heart out.

  “Baby, I will never hurt you. We have both been hurt in the past. I don’t ever intend to hurt you like that dickhead did. I would never hurt you in any way. You own my heart, Cassie. Heart, mind and soul. I know what it feels like to be hurt by someone you are in love with. Or thought you were. This… Us. It’s fucking real, babe. And not to ruin the moment, but now that I have had a taste, I am never letting you go. You are mine.” I giggle at his words. Only Jay can pour his heart out and almost bring me to tears, and then make me laugh in the same sentence. Jay joins in the laughter, and I take that moment to push him onto his back and straddle his hips.

  “So, what’s your recovery time?” I ask him.

  “Why don’t you give him mouth-to-mouth and get his recovery started.” Jay winks at me and I burst out laughing.

  We spend the rest of the night exploring each other bodies. Getting to know more about each other. Over the past few months, that is what we have been doing, not only building a relationship, but a friendship, also. This is what a relationship should be about.

  Communication

  Fun.

  Trust.

  Loyalty.

  Love.

  And in our case, plenty of mind-blowing sex. We fall asleep holding each other, our naked bodies never separating through the night. I dream of little boys running around my garden, of Jay chasing them. I see Dex and Addy there with an older Phoebe. The love is shining through the dream. The Castle family all together and growing by the minute. I will give Jay a big family one day. Maybe not tomorrow, but it will happen. I see Jay in every future dream that I have. I see two little boys and a baby girl to finish off our family.

  * * *

  We spend the rest of the mini cruise exploring the ship. Even though the ship docks in Hamburg, we never get off. We were happy to sit around the pool and drink the amazing cocktails they made at the poolside bar. Jay especially loved the Batman bikini Chris had packed for me. He’s another guy that I will have to deal with when we got home. That sneaky bugger, helping Jay pack my clothes. Jay loved seeing me walk around the pool in any of the three bikinis I had worn, he loved seeing men ‘getting fucking hard, seeing a sexy kitten strut her stuff around the pool’ - his words, not mine. I never saw it, but I took his word for it. What I did see was plenty of girls eyeing up my man, and even flirting with him while I was standing next to him. On the second day, I lost it. We were standing by the bar and a girl came over and started rubbing her fake, watermelon-sized boobs all over Jay’s arm and chest.

  Jay stepped back, but she didn’t take the hint and followed. It was pissing me off that she wouldn’t leave him alone.

  “Umm, excuse me, me and my boyfriend were talking. So, could you please not rub all that fakeness over him.” The girl looked me up and down, and laughed at me.

  “Is she for real?” she asked Jay. Jay just nodded. He didn’t say a word, but he was smirking at me, and pulled me tighter into his side.

  “Far more real than the things you have attached to your chest. Now please, step back.”

  “Oh, honey, I am pretty sure he has a side piece, because you do not look like you can handle this fine piece of arse.” Jay went to speak, but I put my hand on his chest and smiled sweetly at him. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.

  “Listen, honey. I can handle my man, and I handle him very bloody well.” After that, I pulled Jay away. I didn’t need to justify our relationship to anyone. Some women should learn respect for themselves, and for other women’s men. When we got back to our cabin, Jay went into maximum overdrive in the bed. He devoured me. He told me that he loves his ‘dirty nerdy’, but he loves his ‘feisty kitty’ even more.

  Looks like I need to get new knickers, with a new slogan.

  jay

  It’s been a week since Valentine's Day, and a week since I got to feel my kitten from the inside. To feel her softness and warmth wrapped around me. To feel her wetness drip all over me, time and time again. We made love so many times over the weekend, the cruise ship being the perfect setting for our first time together. It was amazing, and I am glad that we waited. The friendship that me and Cass have built is what will make us last well into our old age.

  We are planning on going to a house party of a mate of ours later tonight, and we’re going to have a fucking blast. Castle Ink is closed tomorrow, because all of us are going. We decided we all needed to blow off some steam. And since Dex and Addy didn’t drink over Christmas, they need this as much as the next person. Luke’s parents are watching Phoebe. Pam and Gary are a fucking riot. They want lots of grandkids, and they keep bugging Luke and his youngest sister about giving them grandchildren. Between his older sisters, he has two nieces and two nephews. Pam and Gary treat all the kids as their own, even though they aren’t blood.

  I pull on my faded blue jeans with holes in both knees, and my white t-shirt, before sitting on the bed to put on my socks and white trainers. Once I am fully dressed, I put my watch on my wrist and pick up my iPhone and wallet. I walk downstairs and pick up my car keys. I’m driving over to Cassie’s, and then we’re getting a taxi over to Brian’s house. He is a regular bloke at Castle Ink, all three of us have tattooed him, and Addy has pierced his girlfriend, I believe. I lock up my house and jump in my car and start her up. I love that it doesn’t take long for me to get to my girl.

  I pull up outside her house and my tongue is already on the pavement. Holy fucking shit. I am going to get into a few scraps tonight with men eye-fucking her. She’s standing on the doorstep wearing a dress. I scan her from the ground up. She’s wearing black knee-high boots, with painted on black leggings. Her faded grey t-shirt is short, showing a little bit of skin, and it is molded to her perfect, round tits, begging to be played with, and believe me, I have played a lot with those babies. Her leather jacket gives her look a bad-arse effect. She has added a wave to her hair, just the way I like it. Her makeup is a little darker than normal, almost like a smoky-eyed effect.

  I push down on my dick in my jeans and walk towards her as the taxi pulls up behind my car. I step up to Cassie and pull her to me, before I whisper in her ear.

  “You are fucking lucky that car just pulled up. I was going to take you back inside and fuck you senseless. Party be fucking damned.”

  * * *

  The party is in full swing by the time we get there. M
usic blasts from every speaker in the house. Brian and his girlfriend, Louise, throw these parties every few months, they get a little crazy. I hook my arm around Cassie’s shoulders and hold her to me while we walk through the shit-ton of people dancing and drinking in the house. A few people are already half naked and having their own private party in the corner of the room. Another friend of ours is having a blowjob while sitting in the recliner, playing on the Playstation. Now that gives me some ideas of my own, but they involve my girl. We walk into the large open kitchen and see our crew all mulling around, laughing and drinking. Well, except Penny, who is looking worried.

  We join them and I ask Penny how she is. “You okay, Miss-Money-Penny? You look a little green there. Did you plant another sprog in her, Li?” I ask Liam. Liam looks down at Penny under his arm and frowns at her. A silent conversation passes between the two, but I have no clue what they are thinking. I turn my head when I hear my brother call my name.

  “Jay. Here, bro.” Dex hands me a bottle of beer. “Cass, what can I get you?” Dex asks her.

  “I’ll have the same as Jay, please,” Cassie answers. She isn’t much of a wine drinker. Beer and shots are her thing. See, she is the perfect girl for me. We all stand around talking about anything and everything. The studio, the kids, even Cassie’s dog grooming business. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, sending a shiver through my body. I get the feeling that someone is watching me. Keeping my arm around my girl, I turn my head, taking in the room to see if someone has eyes on me. I can’t see anyone, but when I turn back to the group, I make eye contact with Penny, and she offers me a simple smile. But I also see sympathy cross her face, before she leans up and whispers something to Liam. He smiles down at her before leaning down and taking her mouth in a slow kiss. I have to turn away from the private moment between my two friends.

  “Baby, come dance with me,” I say to Cassie. She nods her head and puts her drink down next to Addy, who is slowly grinding on my brother. God, I see them having a new little Castle soon, if they keep this up. I place Cassie in front of me and lay my hands on her hips, directing her to where everyone is dancing. I keep her in front of me and pull her close, and we dance to the songs that are being played. She is grinding her perfect arse over my dick, making him hard and wanting her. Our song comes on and her body stills, before turning to face me. The smile that covers her face makes me believe that we will have forever, because we had in fact, stitched each other back together. Shawn Mendes’s ‘Stitches’ plays through the room, the words clinging to us.

  Cassie’s arms wrap around my neck, while mine are around her waist, chaining her to me. Our gazes lock in a love and lust-filled connection. Nothing will break us, that is simple. We sway to the rest of the song until an upbeat one starts to play. A sexy smile crosses my kitten’s face and she turns in my arms and starts grinding on me again. I lift my head and see that Dex and Addy are dancing in front of us. There is very little room between Cassie and Addy, these two beautiful women dancing for us Castle boys. What more could we ask for? The same feeling washes over me again: I am sure some fucker is watching me, I know it. My gut is always right, and it is right this time.

  Rachel stands across the room, watching me and my girl dance. My body freezes at seeing her. What the fuck is she doing here? Cassie senses my mood shift and turns to look at me. I can’t take my eyes off the one woman I thought would own my heart. Instead, she ripped it out and not only stamped all over it, but she incinerated it. Causing trouble among our group of friends. I will never forgive her for that. Never.

  “Babe, what’s wrong?” Cassie touches my face, but I barely feel it. Anger and hurt laces through me at seeing her. Then I remember Penny’s face. I spin my head around and see her leaning against Liam, who moves slightly in front of her, in a protective stance. They fucking knew. I shake my head at them and walk out of the room, leaving everyone behind me. I feel hot, and cold at the same time. My anger is boiling over, rage is racing through my blood. How fucking dare she come here.

  “Jay.” I hear someone calling my name, but I don’t stop. I step outside and lean against the fence, taking a few deep breaths, and try to calm myself down. “Jay, can we talk?”

  “Jay?” This time it is Cassie’s voice I hear. I turn my head to see her standing there looking hurt and confused.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Addy yells as she joins us outside.

  “I came home early. I really need to talk to Jay. So, you can at least leave and give us some privacy.”

  “You guys can go,” I state, not turning around to face them. I don’t want to see their faces, to see the judgement in their eyes. Fuck, I feel like I am being pulled in all directions by just seeing her here. I truly thought I was over her, but obviously my heart didn’t get the memo. But I love Cassie, her love overrules everything. I know Rachel hurt me. But can someone just turn off their feelings for someone?

  “Jay.” My kitten’s voice floats through the air.

  “You can leave us, too. Jay and I have a lot to talk about. You can move onto the next bloke for the night, because I am back now, and Jay will be with me.” My whole body tenses at Rachel’s words, but for some reason, my own words don’t form. My thoughts are like a bunch of snooker balls rattling around a snooker table. So, I do the bloke thing, and I say nothing.

  “Jay…” Cassie’s voice cracks as she says my name. I say nothing. Seconds, minutes pass, who fucking knows really, and yet I stay quiet. I need to clear my head.

  I hear a sniff and spin around to face the two women in front of me. One that I thought owned my heart, and the one that does, but my head and heart are at loggerheads. I know how I feel, but I am a typical bloke and can't seem to find the right things to say.

  God, I am such a wanker.

  “Wow. Nice, Jay. I asked you for one thing, and you couldn’t even do that. Okay, I get it. Well, fuck you very much, Jay Castle, for ripping me into a million fucking pieces. I really convinced myself that you were different. I thought you would be my superhero. I guess I was wrong when took a chance on the one guy I thought would stitch me back together. Don’t ever contact me again.” Cassie looks between Rachel and me and a rueful smile covers her face. Tears are running freely down her cheeks, and my heart crushes behind my ribs. The hurt on her face is killing me to see. I put that look there, I hurt her.

  “Cass.” I whisper her name.

  “Don’t.” She takes a deep breath and lifts her tear-filled eyes to mine. “I hope that you are both truly happy.” She shakes her head and walks back into the house, taking my crushed heart with her. I want to yell, scream, but I know it will do no good. My anger builds and I take it out on Rachel. The one woman that has truly fucking destroyed everything for me. Even as I think those words, I know that she isn’t one-hundred-percent to blame.

  “WHAT THE FUCK? Why are you even here, Rach? Screwing me over wasn’t enough for you. You had to come back and kill the one thing that meant everything to me.”

  “Well, if she meant that much to you, Jay, then why the fuck did you let her walk away? God, you are still the fucking same. Everything is about you. Not about what other people want.”

  “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” I scream at her. “You lead me on for fucking months. You lead me to believe that were going to be something more, but you knew all along that you just wanted to fuck. You used me for sex. You even knew I was falling in love with you. It was never about me, Rachel. It was always about you.” I put my hands on my hips, taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I close my eyes and lift my head up to the sky. Fuck me, what have I done?

  “Bro.” I hear Dex’s voice. I breathe out slowly and open my eyes to see all my family and friends standing behind Rachel. Rachel is crying, but I show her no more attention. I am so fucking done with her.

  “How could you, Rachel?” Penny asks. I take a look at my family, and see a shit-ton of emotions. A pissed-off Liam is holding a crying Penny. Addy looks murderous. Dex looks like
he wants to come to me, but he knows that I need time.

  “How? Because she is a selfish fucking cunt. Always about Miss-Priss.”

  “Addy,” Dex growls.

  “Fine. I’m going to see if Cassie is alright.” She looks right at me, disappointment clear on her face. “Someone has to, since you fucked up.” I feel the jab in the chest. I lift my hand and try to rub the ache away, but it doesn’t work. She is right: I did fuck up. I watch as Dex takes Addy’s elbow and leads her back through the house. Knowing that they are going to my girl eases a little of the ache, but I know that it should be me going to check on her, not them. I shake my head and look towards the floor. I have let everyone down by not standing up to Rachel. Why did I let her fuck with my head again? I am a total fucking wanker.

  I leave everyone standing there and make my way into the kitchen, where I reach for a bottle of Jack, and then make my way back outside to the bottom of the garden, to drink my sorrows away. I will let us have tonight. We need time to clear our heads before we make any big decisions, and by big decisions I mean Cassie breaking up with me. Like fuck am I letting that happen. I sit on the bench overlooking the water, and bring the bottle to my lips, taking a giant-arse gulp. The liquid burns on its way down, but I welcome it. I need to feel something other than the pain my heart is radiating at the moment. I sit back and lean my head against the back of the bench. I sense someone sitting next to me, but I don’t open my eyes to see.

  “Pass me that?” Luke’s voice breaks the silence. He takes the bottle from my hand and I hear him take back a mouthful. Luke is as blunt as they come, so I know I am in for an earful from him. Luke has been a great addition to Castle Ink, and both Dex and me see him as one of us. He’s like a brother now. He packs the big punches when we need him to, and for that I am fucking thankful to have him in our lives. I pray to God that the girl who hooks him, can handle him. She needs to be a strong girl.