Just as I’m about to say fuck it and let go, I hear Andrew grunt in my ear and grind his dick in my ass as far as it will go. He jerks and spasms and it nearly sends me over the edge. Only the promise of coming in Andrew’s mouth, holds me back.
Andrew stills behind me and licks and kisses my neck, his hot breath fanning over me. Once his breathing has somewhat regulated, he slowly pulls himself from me and turns me around.
I watch with anticipation as he immediately drops to his knees in front of me. One of my hands grabs my dick to aim it at his mouth, while the other grips his hair. Andrew opens wide, and I stick my dick inside.
Fuck!
The warm wetness of his mouth is almost too much. I have to force myself not to unload. I don’t want it to end just yet.
Andrew uses his tongue on the slit at the tip of my dick, and it feels so good my dick jumps. He then takes the head into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. After a few seconds of torture, he opens his mouth wider and takes half of me in.
I move my hand from my cock and use both hands to grip his hair. “Take all of it,” I growl down at him.
He grabs my ass and in one smooth motion, engulfs my cock with his mouth, until I hit the back of his throat. I hold his head there for a few seconds before releasing.
The tightness of his throat and the slight hum of his moans send me soaring higher than I’ve ever been before. I slam my hips forward, and with my head thrown back, I shout out my release as jet after jet of cum shoots from my dick and into his mouth. Andrew greedily swallows every last drop.
After licking and sucking the very sensitive tip, Andrew stands and places a kiss against my lips. The taste of my cum on his lips is both thrilling and erotic. Our breathing has evened out slightly.
Ending the kiss, Andrew says “sleep” before grabbing my hand and walking to the bed, flicking the lights off as we go. The covers are thrown back and we slip underneath the sheet, the coolness of it feeling good against our heated skin. It’s still early evening, but the events of the day and last night and the thorough fucking we just had, has worn us both out.
“Roll over,” Andrew says quietly into the darkened room.
I comply and feel Andrew’s heat against my back. He wraps his arm around my chest and his face in my hair. I’m normally not the type to snuggle with my lovers, but having Andrew wrapped around me feels different. Hell, everything about Andrew is different from any lovers I’ve had in the past. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s a feeling I don’t want to ever let go of.
“Night, baby,” Andrew murmurs, his voice deepened with sleep.
“Night, Andrew.” I drift off to sleep a few minutes later.
Andrew
A week later, I’m standing behind the bar at Jaxon’s slicing lemon and lime wedges. Mia and I are singing along to Kansas’s “Carry On Wayward Son.” Mia is in an exceptionally silly mood tonight, something you don’t see very often, but something I enjoy.
Jase and I have been back in Jaded Hollow for several days and tonight is my second night back at work. I’ve missed the place and the people here. This is my family. I feel lost without them.
Ally is doing much better. So far, her body has taken to the new marrow. If all continues to go well, she’ll be released from the hospital tomorrow. This is the first day I haven’t been to the hospital and I miss seeing her. A couple of days after Ally’s released, Becky and Brent are throwing a small get-together for family and close friends, nothing too big so it doesn’t overwhelm Ally. Just a small gathering to celebrate her leukemia going into remission and to show everyone she’s doing much better. I’ll see her then, if I can force myself to not go sooner. I talk to her every day, but it’s not the same as seeing her beautiful face in person.
I look across the room and see Jase with Chris and Bailey, playing pool. They’re all laughing and goofing around. My mom talked her way into watching Amari for the night for Jaxon and Bailey. I was grateful to them both. I think she misses Ally more than usual, and having another little girl in the house helps keep her mind off things.
Jase laughs at something his sister said and my body tingles with the sound. It doesn’t matter what Jase is doing or what sound comes from him, my body reacts to everything.
Mia comes to stand beside me and bumps my hip with hers. She’s so tiny it’s actually more of her bumping her hip to my upper thigh.
“How are things going with Jase?” she asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the music, but low enough for others not to hear.
I look down at her and give her my trademark cocky grin. “It’s going great. He loves me.”
Her eyes twinkle when she laughs. “Did he tell you that?”
“No, not yet, but I know he does,” I say and look back over to Jase, who’s looking back at me with hooded eyes.
I’m not being cocky. I know Jase loves me. It’s written all over his face when he watches me sometimes. The love and affection so plain to see. The way his body reacts so readily to mine. It’s in the way his eyes always seek mine, like he doesn’t like the thought of not having me in his sights. How he was by my side every second I spent in the hospital with Ally. I have no doubt about it.
“I think you’re right,” Mia murmurs beside me.
When I look at her, I see her watching Jase. She sees it, too. It excites me that I’m not the only one who’s noticed. I want to shout it to the world, but I’ll wait until Jase actually says the words.
“And you love him.” She doesn’t say it as a question, but a simple fact.
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I couldn’t help but love Jase even if I tried. The man is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner and so much more than what I thought I’d get.
“I’m happy for you, Andy,” she says with a smile. I grin down at her, the nickname not bothering me anymore. Before it was a reminder of the secret I kept hidden and the little girl I couldn’t really have. But now, with my friends knowing about Ally, I have nothing to hide and can share her life with them.
“Hey there, sexy. Would you mind getting us a couple of beers?”
Mia rolls her eyes at the request. I give her a wink and turn toward the two girls standing at the bar. I’ve only seen them in here a couple of times. If I remember correctly, they’re from the next town over. They’ve always been flirty.
Walking over, I bend and rest my arms on the bar, giving them a sexy grin. “What kind you want, sugar?”
The brunette on the right says in a breathy voice, “Anything.”
“You got it.”
I stand back up and get their beers. I set the mugs down in front of them and offer another smile. Before I get a chance to turn around and start back on my lemons and limes, the redhead on the left asks, “Hey, do you want to get a drink sometime?”
I saunter back to them and again lean on the bar. I crook my finger at the redhead. She leans over the bar, excitement and anticipation clearly written on her face. This doesn’t surprise me. I’m not full of myself, but I know I look damn good. I’m used to girls coming on to me.
When she’s a few inches away from my face, I look toward the pool tables. I point and say, “You see that man over there?” She and her friend both look to where I’m pointing. Turning back to me, she nods. “Well, see, he might have a bit of a problem with me having a drink with you, since he’s my lover.”
At first her eyes go wide as saucers, and I can’t help but laugh. I feel bad for the poor girl.
Once she composes herself, she leans back and her lips form a pout. Looking at her friend, she says, “That’s no fair. All the good ones are always taken. I say fuck it all to hell and just fuck each other. What do you say, Amanda?”
Amanda taps her chin with her forefinger, like she’s contemplating her friend’s suggestion. Coming to her decision, she says, with mischief in her eyes, “Okay.”
I burst out laughing as the redhead’s eyes bug out of her head. “Shit, girl, I was only joking.”
“I know, Stace
y,” Amanda says, patting her friend on the leg. “So was I.” She turns back to me and rolls her eyes.
“I’m sure you ladies will come across the right man someday. No need to switch fields just yet.” They’re funny and damn pretty. It’d be a shame for them to give up.
“Yeah, yeah,” Amanda mutters. “I just wish someday were right now. A girl needs a good fucking just as much as a man does and it’s been too long of a dry spell for me.”
Stacey nods in agreement.
Just then, Jesse walks up to the two women and wraps his arms around both their shoulders.
“Hey, ladies. I can help you out with your little problem.”
Chuckling, I walk away from the budding threesome. My eyes seek out Jase, and when they find him, I’m instantly hit with a powerful wave of jealousy and rage.
Still by the pool tables, Jase is standing with some guy I’ve fucked before. I’m not ashamed to admit I can’t recall his name. He was an asshole and wasn’t worth shit in the sack.
I watch with anger surging through my veins as the guy leans a little too close to Jase. He takes a step back from the guy, but the douche bag doesn’t take the hint and inches forward again, reaching out to grab Jase’s arm. I see anger form on Jase’s face, and I’m about to storm over and smash the fucker’s face in with my boot when he grabs the guy’s arm and does something to it that has him falling to his knees.
Hell, yeah, my man is hot and kicks ass!
My dick hardens in my jeans as I watch Jase bend down and whisper something in the guy’s ear, before yanking him to his feet and marching him to the door. He throws the door open and tosses the dickhead out.
“Jase!” I boom across the room, once Jase closes the door.
Jase glances over at me. I lift my chin in a gesture for him to come to me. I meet him at the bar partition, and before a word is even said, I take possession of his lips.
The vibration of Jase’s moan causes my own moan to slip free. I grab his ponytail and twist his head to a better angle. Slipping my tongue inside his mouth, I taste Jase’s unique flavor and the Jack Daniels he had earlier. It spikes my desire up several notches.
I force myself to pull back from Jase’s delicious lips before I do something Jaxon will kick both our asses for.
“Watching you manhandle that fuckhead was hot as shit.”
His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare with my words.
“You can show me just how hot it made you later, baby,” Jase says, and reaches down and palms my cock before winking and turning to walk away.
Before he’s out of reach, I slap his ass. “Damn straight I will. You better be ready for it too, ’cause it’s going to be hard, fast, and rough.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says, laughing as he walks away.
Shaking my head at Jase’s comment, I walk back behind the bar. That’s just one of the many things I love about him: he likes fucking hard just as much as I do.
I finish the lemon and lime wedges and then move on to stocking the fridges with bottles of beer and bringing liquor we are low on up from the basement. A few customers come up, and I serve them their drinks. It’s getting late, so most of the patrons are heading home, leaving only about a dozen people.
Jaxon came out from his office about an hour ago and he’s been playing pool with Bailey, Chris, and Jase. From the looks of things, his teaching Bailey to play pool is biting him in the ass. She jumps up and down, with her pool stick above her head, while Chris cheers her on. Jaxon watches from the side, a slight smile on his face. Jase stands at the end of the table laughing.
I notice the door opening and glance over to see Nick walking in. It’s been three weeks since he’s shown his face around here. Jaxon went to his place the other day and found him passed out on his bedroom floor. He’d gotten drunk off his ass and never made it to bed. There’s been several times Jaxon and Bailey have called him, but he either doesn’t answer or he’s too busy to talk. According to him, he’s been out of town a lot lately, but I personally think he’s hiding from the world.
With the way he’s walking, I can tell he’s already had one too many drinks. He staggers to the bar, his hair a mess, his face unshaven, and his clothes wrinkled. The damn man is declining fast and won’t let anyone help him. I understand his grief, but it’s been over two years and you’d think he would be getting better by now, not worse. Someone needs to give him a swift kick in the ass and send him back to reality. Right now he’s living in what I’m sure is no less than hell.
Once he’s seated at the bar, he mutters, “Jack, no ice.”
I look down at him with pity and firmly say, “No.”
He brings his bloodshot eyes to me, narrowing them slightly, before saying, “Why the fuck not?”
Instead of answering him, I ask a question of my own. “Did you drive here?”
He better fucking say he didn’t, because so help me God, if he did I’ll kick his ass myself. Grieve all you want, but you don’t put others in danger through your grief.
“What’s it matter to you if I did,” he slurs at me across the bar.
“Because I’m your fucking friend. I don’t want you to hurt someone and grieve over that shit as well. I don’t want you thrown in jail because your dumb ass didn’t think before you got behind the wheel.”
“Fuck you, Andrew.” He bares his teeth at me. “I fucking walked. Now get off my back and get me a damn drink.”
Mia comes up beside me, and I see Jaxon walking over. Nick slumps down in his chair, looking down at the bar in front of him.
“What’s going on here?” Jaxon asks, once he’s standing beside Nick’s chair. He looks from me to Nick.
“This asshole won’t give me a damn drink,” Nick says, and slowly lifts his bobbing head to Jaxon, damn near falling off his seat in the process.
Jaxon reaches out to steady him. “I can see why he won’t. You’re a fucking mess, Nick.”
Nick snatches his arm back. “I’m fine. I don’t need a damn babysitter.”
“I’m thinking maybe you do,” Mia says, and earns a “Fuck off” for her efforts.
Chris, who is beside Jaxon now, sees the state Nick is in and sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh, Nick,” she whispers, tears gathering in her eyes. The sadness I hear in her voice is heartbreaking.
Nick hears Chris’s whisper and shoots his eyes to her. They immediately turn to slits. He points at her and growls, “Not fucking her again! What the hell is that bitch doing here?”
The crowd around Nick tenses, me included. Being pissed at the world is one thing. Mouthing off at the guys because you’re pissed? Whatever. But you don’t get to be a complete ass to the women and think you can get away with it. Friend or not, that shit doesn’t fly.
“Nick,” Jaxon and I both warn him.
“Hey, asshole!” Mia yells, and tries pushing me aside so she can get to Nick over the counter. I pull her back with an arm around her waist.
Her attempt to rip him a new one is not needed. Jase steps in front of Chris and gets in Nick’s face.
“Alright, you bastard, you got a problem with my sister, you take that shit up with me. You’re done disrespecting her. I’ve held my tongue out of respect for these guys and because Chris asked me to. For some reason she thinks you’re so goddamn special. No fucking more.”
Nick’s eyes are glazed over as he stares up at Jase unfazed. Jaxon sticks close to Jase’s side, just in case he needs to break shit up. Mia is panting in my arms, her anger and adrenaline making her breathless. Bailey has a weeping Chris in her arms, her own eyes shiny with tears.
“What the fuck are you going to do? Beat my ass? Teach me a lesson? You go right ahead, Jase. I fucking dare you,” Nick taunts.
From the look in Nick’s eye, I can tell it’s not just words. He’s actually begging Jase to do it. He wants Jase to hurt him. Beneath the drunken stupor, the deep-rooted pain he’s been dealing with is still very much alive. Realization dawns. If Jase hurts him with his
fists, it may help ease the pain in his heart.
It’s hard seeing Nick this broken. The fun-loving and sweet guy he was before is lost, and I don’t know if he’ll ever be found again.
Jase must realize this too, because he takes a step back and says, “You know what? You’re not worth the trouble. I think the pain you’re in right now is punishment enough.”
“Whatever. You don’t know jack shit. Pussy.”
“Call Mac. Get his ass down here,” Jaxon says, his voice hard. The look on his face says he’s done.
“No!” Chris says, pulling herself from Bailey’s arms and coming to stand beside Nick. Placing her hand on Jaxon’s arm, she pleads, “Please, Jaxon, just let me take him upstairs. He can sleep it off. He’ll be fine in the morning.”
Nick pays her no mind and lays his forehead down on the bar. Jaxon watches him for a few seconds before looking back at Chris.
“Fine,” he agrees, and then turns to Nick. He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls his head off the counter so he can look in his eyes. “You don’t come here like this again. You come back sober and you’re welcome, but not when you’re fuckin’ drunk. You hear me? And be nice to Chris, fuckface, or you’ll deal with me.” He growls the last.
“Yeah, whatever,” he mutters.
“You’re not taking him up there alone, Chris,” Jase says.
“Yes, Jase, I am,” she tells him softly. “I’ll be okay. He won’t hurt me.”
“Chris—”
“Please, Jase, just let me do this for him. I need to do this alone. I can handle him.” Chris begs him with her eyes. “He won’t hurt me,” she says again. “I promise.”
Jase looks around to the others, his eyes finally resting on mine. I know he’s asking me if she’ll be okay. Nick may be in a bad place right now and being a complete dick, but I know he would never hurt Chris, or any female for that matter.
I give him my honest answer. “She’ll be okay. The last thing Nick will do is hurt Chris. It may not look like it now, but Nick is a good guy and would rather cut off his own dick before hurting a woman.”
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