by A. Aubry
“Hola, ¿cómo está?” The female behind the table greeted us.
“Muy bien, gracias. ¿Cuánto cuesta?” I smiled, pointing at the medium sized cup that sat on the table.
“Tres euros.”
I looked back at Jameson, his smile as he watched me made me feel both sexy and confident. Over the course of the weekend, I had been attempting to teach him some Spanish that he could use but anything past ‘where is the bathroom’ or ordering beer and wine went over his head.
“Bien. Puedo tener dos? Un de limón y una de fresa?”
The woman nodded and I handed her six euros for our two drinks. Jameson’s arm came around my waist and held me close as the woman’s husband made our drinks behind her. She looked between the both of us, a polite smile on her face.
“Él es tú marido?” The woman asked me.
The fact that she asked me if Jameson was my husband was pretty flattering. Even though I had just ended my engagement with Gavin a few months ago, I could actually see myself spending the rest of my life with Jameson. Every day was like a new adventure for us, whether we were at home going through our daily routines or on an exotic vacation together.
“No, él es mi novio. Pero, le quiero mucho. Quizá algún día.”
Rough translation? No, he’s my boyfriend. But, I love him very much. Maybe someday.
The woman gave Jameson a thumbs up and he turned his attention down to me, “Are you two talking about me?”
I giggled and nodded, “Sí.”
“Good or bad things?”
“When it comes to you, everything is good.”
He kissed my lips quickly and soon the woman’s husband was handing us our drinks. We said our thanks and continued on our walk with our snacks.
“So, what in the world did you order us?” Jameson laughed as he studied what was in his cup.
“It’s sort of like an Italian ice? Mine is lemon and yours is strawberry but I figured we could share the both of them.”
His reply was cut off by his phone ringing from his pocket. Where usually his phone was a permanent fixture to his hand with the constant texts and phone calls from Zander, Peter, or from the manager at the club in Chicago, it had been oddly silent for the past several days. I think Jameson might have told everyone to leave him alone for the weekend and I wasn’t complaining about the radio silence one bit. Jameson pursed his lips as he took his phone out of his pocket, asking for permission to answer it. I gave him a soft kiss and took his granizado from him so that he could take his phone call.
He brought the phone up to his ear and walked away from the crowds as I talked to a woman who was selling patchwork purses. I had bought something similar the last time that I was in Spain and I simply adored the purse that I had gotten then. It wouldn’t hurt to buy another one, right? Once again, the woman behind the table made small conversation with me about Jameson. He certainly did attract the attention of women of all ages.
Just as I was exchanging my euros for the purse I had finally chosen, Jameson came back to my side. His lips pressed against my hair as his arm snaked around my waist just a little tighter than it had been the whole trip. I thanked the woman and handed Jameson back his granizado that was slowly melting in the heat of the day.
“Everything all right with the clubs?” I asked him as we continued on our walk.
“Why don’t we sit down,” Jameson led us over to a bench between two of the street performers that lined the other side of the kiosks.
Well, that was never a great way to start a conversation.
Following his lead, I sat beside him and took a spoonful of my granizado into my mouth. Before he could even say what he needed to say, words just came rushing out of my mouth.
“You need to travel again, don’t you? And before you say anything, no, Jay, I can’t go with you. We can make it through however long you are traveling for, and maybe on the weekends I can come and visit you if I’m not scheduled to work.”
Jameson chuckled as he took a bite of his treat before offering me a taste. Damn, maybe I should have gotten two strawberry ones because his was delicious. Don’t get me wrong, I love lemon because it is very refreshing and palate cleansing, but strawberries were amazing.
“I don’t have to travel back to another one of the clubs, so I am staying with you in Chicago,” he started.
I let out a sigh of relief. As much as I knew that if he had to travel that we would probably survive it, I wasn’t really ready to let him out of my sight again so fast.
“The phone call was from my security at my apartment back in Chicago.”
My eyebrows furrowed, “What? Why would they be calling you?”
He looked nervous to talk to me about it, but he knew he couldn’t hide anything no matter how hard he tried, “They said a woman showed up at my apartment and was trying to pretend to be my girlfriend. Knowing that you are my girlfriend and that I was traveling out of town with you, they knew her story was a load of shit. When they said that I was not home, she got very irate and was demanding to know why I wasn’t at the club on Thursday.”
“Who in the world would do that?” I questioned, feeding myself my lemon granizado as though I was eating popcorn at a movie.
“I asked them to describe the girl. I have met plenty of women at the club there but have turned down any offers because I have you. When they described her, it was a perfect description of Melody.”
“Melody, as in your physical therapist, Melody? Did you tell her where you live? Did you tell her where your club is?”
Jameson nodded at my second question, “We have made plenty of small talk during my appointments, otherwise it would be very awkwardly silent. I have told her about the club but I have never told her about where I live. She does have access to patient records though where my penthouse address is.”
My mouth fell open in shock. I wasn’t too shocked about him talking to her about his club, those places were like his children and he was always a promoter of his own clubs. My shock was based on the idea that Melody probably accessed patient records to get his address and literally stalk his place. The only time that I had ever looked up patient address information was if I was mailing something out to their house which was a rare occurrence in itself thanks to the technology of email.
Jameson kept his eyes on me, studying me as he continued on, “My security recommended that I stay at a hotel or something for a few nights because she has been adamantly coming by since Friday.”
A hotel? Really? Did she pose some sort of threat and I didn’t know it?
“No, no hotels. You are staying with me,” I ordered.
Jameson chuckled, “Bri, your place is as big as my living room.”
“She doesn’t know where I live and there is no way that she could access my records without raising some sort of flag because I am not a patient of hers. Yes, my place is tiny, but you’ll be hidden from her.”
We finished off our granizado in silence before tossing the cups into a trashcan that sat nearby the bench. Jameson pulled me into his arms and I rested my head against his chest. The only thing that was important was that he would be safe with me. If this girl seemed crazy enough that his security recommended that he steer clear for a few days, then there was nowhere better than staying with me. I felt Jameson’s phone vibrate in his front pocket and my heart sunk. Was that the security at his apartment calling to tell him of a new development? Jameson slipped his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen before placing it back in his pocket.
“The driver is here. Time to head back home,” he said softly as his arms wrapped around me.
“This weekend has been amazing, Jameson. There is no way that I can thank you enough for doing this for me.” I raised my head to look up at him.
He smiled his amazingly carefree smile. It was something that was definitely needed to defuse the Melody situation, “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, birthday girl.”
I stood up on my tiptoes, bringing ou
r lips within inches of each other, “I love you too.”
Jameson dipped his head and brushed his lips against mine ever so softly. With one arm around my waist, we walked down to where the driver had said he was waiting for us. As soon as we were in the backseat, it really hit me that we were going to be leaving this place. Sure, I loved Chicago, but there was always something about Europe that felt more like home. The city whipped by as the driver weaved in and out of traffic to get us back to the airport. I took in as much as I could before we arrived.
When I looked over at Jameson, he was texting on his phone. I wasn’t sure who he was texting exactly, but it looked serious, so I kept to myself. Jameson and I had been officially together for a month and, somehow, I had picked up on all of his mannerisms. I knew when I could interrupt a phone conversation or a text conversation and when I couldn’t. This time around, it was one of the ones that I couldn’t. Luckily, by the time that we pulled up onto the tarmac to board his plane, the conversation was done, and my easygoing Jameson was back.
“Did you enjoy your time in Barcelona, Briella?” He smiled over at me as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
I looked back at him with the widest smile as I recalled our weekend, “I loved it, Jameson. I have had the best birthday weekend ever.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He replied before getting out of the car and coming to open the door for me.
The driver was handing off our luggage to Marie who carried them up onto the plane to store them. Jameson took my hand and we ascended the staircase up onto the plane. Exchanging our hellos with the crew, we took our usual seats to prepare for takeoff. I strapped myself into the seat before resting my head on Jameson’s shoulder. My eyes closed and I could feel his body moving slightly before I heard the sound of his phone’s camera click a picture. Surprised, I looked up at him with wide eyes.
“One last picture of our vacation,” he whispered.
I giggled and kissed his lips, “You’re perfect.”
His arm laid around me as the plane began to barrel down the runway, “I could say the same to you.”
Chapter Fourteen
“I don’t think I have ever felt this tired in my entire life,” I whined as I hit snooze on my alarm and rolled back over towards Jameson.
“Jet lag is pretty exhausting,” he chuckled as he pulled me closer to him.
My full-size bed had nothing on his California King and my cotton sheets had nothing on his smooth as butter Egyptian cotton ones. Suddenly, I was regretting not taking the day after our vacation off to recoup. Then again, I didn’t really know we were traveling to a whole other country for said vacation.
“It could be that or it could be that you kept me up late with sex,” I rolled my eyes and put my hand on his bare chest.
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he teased, his head dipping downwards to kiss along my naked shoulder.
I bit back a moan. The way his lips caressed my skin drove me crazy. It was as though he was made just for me and my body knew it.
“Jay, I’ve gotta take a shower and start getting ready,” I protested, trying to move away from him.
His teeth nipped at my neck as his mouth made its way upwards, “I’ll join you. I have to head to the club early to catch up on whatever it is that I missed. I will probably be there up until you get home.”
My fingers tangled into the back of his hair, “Is that why you couldn’t make an appointment with Melody today?”
I remembered how she said that they couldn’t work anything out on Monday so he had to have a two-hour appointment tomorrow. Two hours sounded a little off to me. But then again, he had missed Friday and now Monday with the two weekend days off as well. I wasn’t a physical therapist, so I knew next to nothing about how wounds like that and their recovery go.
“Well that, and I was hoping I could persuade you to call in sick today.”
“You are such a bad influence on me,” I giggled, finally able to get out of his reach and out of bed.
Jameson licked his lips as he watched me closely, “I love being a bad influence on you, baby.”
Knowing that I had his full attention right now, and how little we would probably talk for the whole day because of his schedule and mine, I decided to have a little fun. I ran my hands over my body as I walked backwards towards my bathroom.
“Why not come be a bad influence on me right now?”
Jameson growled before shooting up out of bed and striding towards me, “Let’s go.”
I squealed before quickly slipping into the bathroom. Jameson easily went to the bathtub and turned on the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature before switching the water to the showerhead. I stepped inside before Jameson could and got underneath the hot stream of water. It was a nice wakeup call after being so tired just a few moments before. As I let the water soak my hair, Jameson’s hands came up and began to caress my breasts. Just the feeling of his hands on my body put my senses into overdrive. Screw the shower, I needed Jameson now more than ever.
Bringing his lips down to mine with one hand, I let the other trail down his body until it could wrap around his cock. I gasped at how hard it already was for me. Did he wake up like that? Or was that just from what we were doing? My hand moved leisurely up and down his length, earning a moan from Jameson. Before I knew what was happening, Jameson reached down and removed my hand from his cock. He leaned me back against the cold tiled wall and lifted my leg up around his waist, slamming his cock into me so quickly that I could barely contain the scream of pleasure that was forcing its way out of my mouth.
“Oh, you like that do you?” Jameson chuckled as he slammed into me once again.
“God, yes,” I groaned, my arms wrapping around his neck.
“My name is Jameson, not god,” he grunted.
“Shit, Jay, just fuck me,” I demanded, forcing his lips back against mine.
The pace picked up, the slamming motions staying intact. The sounds of our bodies connecting somehow turned me on even more than what we were doing. Our tongues tangled around one another as our moans were snuffed out by our kisses. His hand trailed down my back and latched onto my ass as his other rested against the wall beside my head. My body burned with its need for release, my hand tugging on his hair just a little too hard. With a few more hard and deep strokes, my orgasm slammed into me as my body stiffened and some form of moan escaped from me.
Jameson pulled out of me and shut off the water. His cock was still as hard as a rock, pointing straight at me. It was red with need of release and I knew that he hadn’t come yet. Lately, he had been prolonging his own orgasm so that we could have longer sessions of sex. I wasn’t sure how much time that we had left before I had to leave for my shift, but I knew that I wouldn’t leave him without a release.
Stepping out of the bathtub, Jameson moved the bathmat to the center of my bathroom and laid a towel down over it. He held out his hand and helped me step out and onto the towel. When he saw that I was going to lay on my back, he shook his head, silently telling me to get on my hands and knees. I flipped over and propped myself up for him, spreading my legs apart ever so slightly. Jameson’s lips brushed against my back as his hands gripped onto my ass. Within seconds, he was pushing his hard length back into me and a low groan was pulled out of me. His hand looped around me and rubbed my clit as he picked up where he left off and slammed into me over and over.
My mouth fell open as my fingers gripped onto the towel beneath us. I focused all of my strength on keeping myself quiet because unlike Jameson, I had neighbors. Just as I was getting the hang of being quiet, Jameson abruptly pulled out of me again and flipped me onto my back, lifting one of my legs into the air and over his shoulder. The way that he took charge whenever we had sex made it all the more enjoyable. Gavin was more of a one trick pony when it came to sex positions. Jameson had me trying all types of different things and when he found out that I thoroughly enjoyed this position, he tried to incorporate it at least once
during our escapades.
The sound of my alarm beginning to ring off once again told me that I really didn’t have much more time before I had to be in my scrubs and out the door. Jameson picked up speed and I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my cries of pure pleasure. He released his hold on my leg and put his hands on either side my head. The way he pounded into me told me that he was close and I knew that I couldn’t hold onto my second orgasm any longer. I screamed into my palm as my eyes squeezed shut, my body feeling as though it was going to explode. My eyes rolled back and I could just make out Jameson’s growling of my name over me as he pumped his release into me.
That was something that I had never let Gavin do to me. I had been on birth control for as long as I could remember, so it wasn’t a terrible thing that Jameson and I hardly ever used condoms. But, when I was with Gavin, I would religiously make him wear them. Feeling Jameson, skin against skin, that made it all the more intimate. Not to mention that the feeling of his hot release streaming into me was actually something I really did enjoy. Yeah, that probably sounded creepy but hey, when it came to Jameson…I was a tad bit creepy.
Jameson collapsed on top of me, panting close to my ear. My breathing matched his, yet another thing that only he had ever caused me, breathlessness after sex. It was pretty much a workout in itself. No wonder research says that it burns a shit ton of calories. Jameson lifted his head and kissed my lips several times. I looped my arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes.
“I love you, Jameson. I can’t tell you that enough,” I whispered, watching his lips turn into a slow, sexy smile.
“I’ll never tire of hearing it, Bri, because I love you as well.”
The shrill of my alarm was beginning to annoy me. Jameson eased himself up and out of me before helping me to stand. We wrapped towels around ourselves and returned to the bedroom. Switching off my alarm, reality was setting in once again. I had to get ready and go to work. I had to be away from Jameson all day after being by his side nonstop for the weekend. Normally by now I would get annoyed with the person being permanently attached to my hip. With Jameson, I could never get enough.