by A. Aubry
I stood up from the bench and pulled up on his hands to bring him to stand with me, “We are going to go talk to Ray.”
With our fingers locked together, I led Jameson back to the physical therapy wing. Luckily, when we got down there, Melody was nowhere to be seen but Ray was in his office. I walked up to his door and lightly knocked.
“Hey, Bri! What can I do for you?” Ray smiled as he turned around in his chair.
“Ray, this is Jameson, my boyfriend. He is one of Melody’s patients and there seems to be a bit of a complication between the two of them. He only has two more appointments before he is completely done and was wondering if he could see someone else.”
Ray’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Why don’t you two come inside and close the door so that we can talk about this?”
We stepped into the office and Jameson shut the door behind us. Ray gestured to a few waiting room chairs that sat against one wall and we took a seat. Jameson squeezed my hand once we were settled in and I smiled over at him.
“Now, Jameson, why don’t you tell me what has been going on with Melody,” Ray sighed.
As Jameson recounted the last month and a half with Melody as his physical therapist, I could feel him getting a little more nervous by the second. He wasn’t the type of guy who would seek out someone for punishment. At least, not the Jameson that I knew. He explained how much Melody had been coming onto him since day one, told him about her advances of asking him out for drinks, and even divulged how she had come to his apartment while we were out of town pretending to be me. I had known Ray for quite awhile and I had never seen him look as shocked as he did as Jameson spoke. When Jameson was finally done, there was an eerie silence that hung in the room for just a few moments while Ray processed everything that was said.
“Wow, Melody has never done any of that with any other patient since she started here almost a year ago. Well, not that I know of. You said you only have two more appointments?”
Jameson nodded, “Yes, one on Friday and then my final one next Monday.”
Ray quickly spun his chair around and typed a few things into his computer. What looked like a schedule popped up on the screen and he scrolled through it. After a few clicks, he turned back to face us.
“Okay, I’ve switched your appointments to my time slots. I had them open anyways but they overlap with another patient. So, you will start with me and then Jessica will finish up for me. Is that alright?”
“That’s perfect. Jessica helped out with me one day when I turned Melody down for drinks because I was going to be out of town with Briella. She is a very nice girl.”
“Yes, she is. And Briella took a vacation? That is very rare.” Ray joked as he looked back at me.
I blushed, “It was my birthday weekend about a week and a half ago. Jameson took me to Barcelona.”
“Like he took you to Spain?” Ray’s mouth fell open.
“The one and only,” I grinned before leaning over and kissing Jameson’s cheek.
Ray laughed and shook his head, “Well, Jameson, let me just tell you that I have not seen Briella this happy since I first met her when she started here.”
Jameson looked at me, a wide grin on his lips, “She makes me very happy too.”
“Good, she is quite the girl. Speaking of, Bri, would you mind watching Joy and Hannah this weekend? Mackenzie and I are in need of an adult only date night.”
“Of course, I love watching those two whenever you need it. Would it be okay if Jameson came along? We have been sort of glued at the hip for the last month and a half.”
“Whatever you need. I’ll text you the details as soon as I go home and tell Mac the good news.”
We thanked him once again for the schedule switch and made our way out of his office. Of course, as luck would have it, Melody was cleaning up in the main room where most of the therapy actually took place. I knew that Ray’s office was pretty sound proof because he once had me watch Joy in there during my lunch hour while Ray and his wife went up for a quick check on their soon to be baby Hannah. The look that Melody gave me once she saw me holding Jameson’s hand was one that didn’t exactly make me feel comfortable. Jameson must have caught onto how I was feeling because he quickly led us from the room and out to the parking garage where I had my car parked. Since his appointment was ending around the time that I was finishing up shift, I would be driving us back to his place.
The ride back to Jameson’s was quick, and soon we were in the shower together for a quick rinse…and maybe a little more. What can I say? The attraction between us was undeniable. After our shower escapades, we were back in his kitchen as he started getting dinner ready for us. I was wrapped up in a large fuzzy robe that I could have sworn he stole from a hotel and Jameson’s matching robe just made me wish he wore nothing as he moved about the kitchen. On the menu for tonight was pan seared chicken breast and risotto with vegetables. I swear, every meal that Jameson made was like eating at a five-star restaurant.
Just as Jameson was plating our food and placing it up on the kitchen island where I had decided we were having dinner, his cellphone rang. He gave me an apologetic look before giving me a quick kiss. Pulling his phone out of the pocket of his robe, he brought it up to his ear as I admired the aromas coming up from the plateful of food in front of me.
“Barnes.” He was always so curt when he answered the phone to certain people.
“Wait, what? How the fuck could that happen?”
Uh oh, someone wasn’t happy.
“No, I want to see it for myself and I think that she should too. We will be right down.”
He hung up the phone before exhaling loudly and running his hand over his face a few times.
“Who was that? What do you need to see for yourself?”
“Bri, it’s your car. Someone got into the garage and vandalized it.”
What the hell? Now I could really ask Jameson’s question about how the fuck that could happen because his building had top of the line security. There was a special code to get in any time that I parked my car in there and I had become rather good at memorizing it. Besides, there were security people literally in the garage in a little office.
“How bad is it? Did they just like pop my tires or something?” I asked, sliding off my chair as Jameson took our plates and put them in a warmer.
Jameson shook his head and came back over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, “The security guard said that we will have to see for ourselves.”
I didn’t even fight it as Jameson led us out to the elevator in our robes after we slipped on some shoes. The ride down to the basement felt like it took an eternity even though it was only about thirty seconds. As the elevator pinged to announce our arrival, my heart began to race. I wasn’t exactly sure how I would afford brand new tires because they were rather expensive if that was the damage that was done. We stepped out of the elevator and walked over to Jameson’s assigned parking spaces. My stomach jumped up to my throat at the sight of my poor car. Even though it was as old as I was, it had been through so much with me. But now, it hurt to even look at it.
The windows were all broken, as though someone had taken a baseball bat to them. The headlights were busted as well. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Someone had taken a key to nearly every surface of the car and carved ‘slut’ all over it. I walked over to the car and put my hand on the hood. None of the other cars in the garage were damaged, it was just mine that was singled out.
“Bri, I am so sorry that this happened,” Jameson whispered as he came to my side and pulled me into his arms.
It wasn’t like he could have kept this from happening. Someone obviously had it out for me. I buried my face into his chest, his warm skin against my forehead in between the opening of his robe. He spoke with the security guards that were standing around, but I didn’t pay any attention to what they were saying. This place was supposed to be secure and safe, but someone was able to get into the parking garage and vandalize m
y car. It was a fucking miracle that they didn’t know the code to get to the penthouse or else they could have come up and surprised me and Jameson.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of all of this,” Jameson assured me as he kissed the top of my head.
“Jay, I don’t have enough money to buy a new car. I’ve been saving up but that doesn’t even make a dent,” I sighed, tightening my grip around his waist.
He told the security guards to get the car taken care of and out of the garage. He demanded to know who had done this and how they got into the garage to do the damage. After each security guard gave their acknowledgement that they would do that, Jameson took me back into the elevator. We both were silent until we got back up to his apartment and went back to our dinner. Well, Jameson was eating his dinner…I was more pushing mine around my plate just thinking about how I couldn’t exactly take on a car payment right now.
“I’ll get you a new car. Whatever one you want, it will be yours,” Jameson said softly from beside me.
My head whipped over in his direction, “Jameson, I cannot ask you to do that for me.”
He put his fork down and turned in his chair towards me, “Your car was vandalized in my parking garage. I’m responsible for what happened and I want to help you buy a new car.”
“Let’s not talk about it right now, okay? I don’t want to fight with you on this.”
“The only way I am going to drop it is if you give me a kiss and start eating.” His playful smile pretty much forced me to smile back. I couldn’t argue with his playful personality when it got like this.
I scooted to the edge of my chair and kissed him. Arguing and fighting had never really existed in mine and Jameson’s relationship. Whereas I fought and argued with Gavin all the time, it was something that I never felt that I had to do with Jameson. He always listened to what I had to say the first time, he never seemed to do anything wrong, and he was always a sweet and playful guy. When our lips finally broke apart, I moved back onto my chair and dug into the amazing dinner that Jameson had made us.
“I did make you a surprise when you are done with your dinner,” Jameson announced proudly as he scooped the last of his risotto onto his spoon and put it into his mouth.
“You did?” I questioned, continuing to shovel my food into my mouth. I hadn’t thought that I was as hungry as I was, but I ran around like a crazy woman at work today and burned off all of the large lunch that Jameson had made me.
He smirked as he got up from his seat and put his plate into the dishwasher before going over to the refrigerator. When he pulled out a small baking sheet with a few dessert cups on them, my curiosity was piqued. He brought it over to the kitchen island and set it down in front of me as I studied the contents of the cup.
“What is that?” I looked up at him.
“I made you chocolate mousse. You loved the one that we had in Spain for dessert one night at dinner, so I decided to make it for you tonight.”
“Jay…” I smiled, before pushing my empty plate away from me.
He opened the drawer in front of him and grabbed out two spoons. He picked up a small dessert cup and scooped up a spoonful of chocolate mousse. It looked fucking perfect. Moving the spoon towards me, he held it in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth and he slipped the spoon past my lips. I closed my mouth over it and eased the mousse off the spoon. It tasted so amazing that I almost moaned. It was so light and fluffy but with just the right amount of chocolatey flavor.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as I licked my lips after Jameson pulled the spoon back.
“Good?” He grinned.
“Uh, try orgasmic,” I blurted out.
“Oh really?” He chuckled, coming around the kitchen island.
I grabbed the cup from his hands and offered him up a spoonful, “Yes, try it.”
He ate the spoonful and nodded, “It is pretty damn good.”
“It’s amazing,” I offered as I ate another spoonful.
Jameson stood next to my chair and kissed me as soon as the spoon left my mouth. His lips coaxed mine open as his tongue slipped in for a taste of the chocolate mousse that was in my mouth. As the dessert melted on both of our tongues, the kiss became more feverish. There was nothing like the taste of Jameson mixed with chocolate. After one taste it was like I was a fucking addict. His hands pulled at the tied sash around my waist and loosened it, letting the robe fall open. Once my skin was exposed, he let his hands wander over my bare skin and a moan released from me. As his hands slowly slid closer to the apex of my thighs, his phone rang off once again.
“I’m going to fucking kill whoever is calling me right now,” Jameson grunted as he removed his hands from my body.
I sighed in defeat as he took his phone back out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. He held up a finger and disappeared down the hallway and I heard a door close. Guess no more of that fun would be happening right now. I finished off the mousse that we were sharing before cleaning up my dishes and putting the leftover mousses into the refrigerator. I would definitely be taking one of those to work tomorrow.
Even after I was all done, Jameson was still locked up somewhere in the apartment. On my walk back to his bedroom, I noticed that the door to his home office was closed. Not wanting to disturb him, I continued on my way to his bedroom and climbed into bed. I turned on the television, finding one of the Marvel movies that was on and left it on that. Halfway into the movie, Jameson appeared in the doorway, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“I thought you left or that something happened to you,” he admitted as he put his hand on his chest.
“Baby, I’ve been right here the whole time,” I assured him as I patted the empty space beside me.
He strode over and laid down beside me, lying close against me as he tugged me into his arms. I muted the television before putting my hand on his shoulder. He kissed me over and over and I could tell that he needed the reassurance that he sometimes sought out from me. After holding onto one of his quick kisses and turning it into a passionate kiss to let him know that I was there, I finally pulled back.
“Who called you?” I asked, running my hand down along his arm and back up again.
“It was the security office for the apartment.”
“Any news about who broke into the garage and vandalized my car?” I swallowed hard.
“Melody.”
“Come again?”
“It was Melody. She waited for a car to get into the building and snuck in while the door was still open. We have the whole thing on camera of her doing that to your car.”
I shook my head, “Why the hell would she do that to my car?”
He held me closer to him, “Probably because you are my girlfriend and she wants to be my girlfriend.”
“But—” I was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing off once again.
Now I wanted to kill whomever was calling him. What was going on was pretty fucking serious.
Jameson fished his phone back out of his pocket and furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the phone before he answered it, “Hello?”
When his eyes went wide, I figured it was Kelly telling him about some disaster that went down at the club. But what he said next was something that I wasn’t really ready for.
“Oh, hi, Melody.”
My mouth fell open as I sat up, ready to grab the phone away from him but he moved away just a little and shook his head at me.
“Thanks. I’m doing well. You do know that I just saw you today for my appointment though, right?”
What the hell was she calling him for?
“No, I’m not working tonight. I’m pretty worn out from the exercises that we were doing for my therapy. Besides, I figured a quiet night in with my girlfriend was in order because she has been putting up with me working all sorts of crazy hours.”
Fuck yeah, he owed me a quiet night in. I mean, I wasn’t totally opposed to going to his club after my shift and fucking in his office. But nights
like these where he would make us dinner and we could just be together were the best.
“Mhm. Well, thanks for checking in on me. Goodbye.”
He hung up his phone and tossed it onto the bed before sitting up beside me.
“She wanted to check up on you?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, something about how I had such a rigorous workout today in PT that she wanted to make sure I wasn’t ‘overdoing it’ tonight.” He rolled his eyes while he started tugging on my robe to open it.
“Wouldn’t sex be overdoing it?” I teased as I playfully tried to close my robe.
Jameson shook his head and yanked my robe open, “I’m used to far worse workouts than she was putting me through thanks to my personal trainer. I’ve got plenty of strength and stamina left for us to do our own thing.”
I surprised him by climbing over onto his lap, undoing his robe, and opening it, “Hm, let’s put that to the test…shall we?”
Pushing him down gently, I kissed down his body until I was face to face with his hardening cock. I took the impressive length into my hand and began to run my hand up and down it, all awhile kissing the tip gently. Jameson groaned and immediately put his hand on my head.
“You want more?” I asked innocently, looking up at him from under my eyelashes.
“Fuck yes,” he growled.
I grinned at his bluntness and closed my mouth over the head of his cock. As I started easing his hard length into my mouth, his phone began to ring again. He sighed and picked up the phone again before immediately silencing it. Lying back against the pillows again, I went back to attempting to take all of him into my mouth and throat. As the blowjob progressed, his phone had rung at least five more times. Each time it began to ring, he would look at who was calling before silencing it. After the last instance of it beginning to ring off, he pressed a few more buttons on his phone.
“They won’t be bothering us anymore,” he grunted as he pressed his thumb against his screen again.
“Who is calling you constantly?” I asked, finally coming up for air.