I quietly let myself into the house, assuming that Cam would be asleep already. Instead I find several people talking in the kitchen with beers in their hands. Curious, I go in search of Cam, who was sitting on the couch with a man and a woman, all talking excitedly. She doesn’t notice me until I’m standing by her side. Her eyes start at my knees and then traveled up my body. Her mouth goes from an angry grimace to a pleasant smile when she notices that it’s me.
“Hey, you!” she slurs. Her eyes are were glassy.
I look over at the two people sitting with her and give them a half-smile, then kneel down in front of Cam.
“Hey, love. What’s happening here?” I ask, keeping my voice low and sincere.
“I got fired today, so I’m drowning my sorrows in alcohol and friendly faces.”
“These are all your friends?” I ask.
“Some are. I think some are friends of friends. Anyhow, hi!” She throws her arms around my neck and leans in to kiss my cheek. I look over her shoulder at the people she’d been sitting with and tell them to get lost with a jerk of my head.
“Love, are you okay?”
“Have I ever told you that I like it when you call me love? I mean, I know it’s a common thing, but coming from you to me, it feels really, really, really special.” She hiccups.
“Do you mind if I ask your guests to leave?” I ask her.
“I’ll do it,” she says confidently as she stands. She wobbles a little and I hold her elbow to steady her. She clears her throat loudly.
“Hey!” she bellows. I wasn’t aware that her voice could get so loud. “Oi! All yous need to leave! I’m going to get naked with my boyfriend and I think it would be best not to have an audience for that activity.”
Moans and grumbles erupt from the small crowd, and I get a few appreciative glances from a few of the females.
“Do you need me to call any cabs?” I ask, putting my arm around Cam’s waist.
“Uber, dude. Get with the times. How old is that guy?” some guy says to his friend as they head to the front door.
Several minutes later, Cam has said all her goodbyes and we’ve seen everyone out of my townhome. I sit her on the couch, grab her a water from the kitchen, and go back to sit beside her.
“Even with two black eyes and a bandage over your nose, you’re still the most handsomest. Has anyone ever told you that?” She leans her head on my shoulder.
“No, love, you’re the first.” I smile.
“The handsomest. And I mean there are a lot of contenders back home. It’s almost like there’s some magical potion that is put in the food and water. Aussies breed some handsome folks. But you, you’re the most handsomest,” she breathes out.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“I lost my job tonight, Jacks. What am I going to do?”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” she says quietly.
“We’ll figure something out, love. Don’t worry.”
Chapter Fourteen
Cam
Whoever said that drinking away your sorrows is a good idea is very, very misinformed. While it may seem like a good idea at the time, it’s not like it takes away any of the reality that your sorrows bring with them.
I’m still unemployed.
And to make matters worse, I have a nasty hangover.
Thankfully, I don’t have a job to go to while being hungover today. I guess that’s one perk of unemployment. But other than that, it sucks. Plus, the reason that I got so stupidly rotten last night is still looming over my head.
And now, I’ve got no job.
I didn’t do anything wrong at work to get fired. Management just decided that since I was the last person hired, I was fireable when two of the other girls wanted more hours. It was bad luck and not at all a reflection on my performance. I could look into some recourse to find a way to go get my job back, but I’m not sure I really want to put all that effort into it.
I could easily go to another hotels in Vegas and put in an application. I have a degree in hospitality, I have more than six months of experience here in the States, plus many more from working summers back home to fill my resume. But do I really want to work in a hotel? Is that my end goal?
I slowly roll over to a sleeping Jacks. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes.
With a groan, I lie back down and push myself deeper into the pillow.
“Hungover?” he asks, a slight laugh to his voice.
“A little. What happened last night? When did you come home?” I ask quietly.
“I got home around two-thirty, and you announced that we were going to get freaky in order to get everyone out of the house.”
“Oh my god. I didn’t?” I pull the covers over my face.
“You did. Most of your guests were amused.”
“I’m sorry.” I gulp in some fresh air and then cover my face again with the covers. “I know we never mentioned about if I could have people over, I was just really bummed and needed—”
“Hey no, you don’t need to apologize for having an impromptu party. You live here. You can have people over. Just next time, let me know so I know what I’m walking into. And especially talk to me if something like losing your job happens. That’s big stuff, the kind of stuff you tell your boyfriend as soon as you can. I wouldn’t have stayed at the club so late if I’d known. I would have been here for you.”
“I’m sorry, Jacks,” I say, my head still under the comforter.
“How do you feel?” he asks as he pulls the covers down. He’s up on his elbow and leaning towards me.
“Like drinking didn’t solve my problems.” I close my eyes.
“It usually doesn’t. It only seems to in the moment. I’ll grab you some toast and water. I’ve got my doctor appointment this morning and then I have the afternoon free, but I’m going to resume my nights at the club starting today. I don’t have to right away, if you don’t want. I can ask Kendra to close.”
“No, I don’t want you to be inconvenienced because I’m jobless.”
“It’s not an inconvenience, love.”
“No, get back into the swing of things with work. I need to figure out my next move without your hunky ass walking around here and distracting me.”
“Hunky ass?” The corners of his mouth perk up as he looks down at me.
“I thought you were getting me toast and water?” I change the subject.
He laughs and kicks the covers off. He’s in navy blue boxer briefs that hug his body perfectly and he’s shirtless.
I blush.
If he could be shirtless all the time, I wouldn’t complain.
Jacks returns a moment later with water and a bottle of aspirin, puts the contents down on the bedside table and then retreats again. I watch his ass move out of my sight and smile.
When he returns, he’s carrying a plate, which he presents to me in an exaggerated flourish. I snicker and sit up.
“No crumbs in bed.” He points his finger and me and says with a stern voice.
I nod and take a bite out of the toast.
I grimace and put the plate down, then move to lay back in bed. Jacks clears his throat.
“Eat it all. You need something in your stomach. When I get out of the shower, it better be gone. And I don’t mean in the garbage,” he says playfully as he grabs his towel from the hanger on the wall just inside his walk-in closet.
Reluctantly, I pull myself back up and continue eating the crisp, yet lightly buttered toast. Once I power through that, I swallow the aspirin and gulp down the water, then lay back down. The water running in the bathroom is a soothing sound that lulls me back to sleep.
I briefly recall Jacks murmuring something in my ear and kissing my temple, but nothing else until I wake up several hours later to the smell of burgers wafting from the kitchen.
I walk through the house until I reach Jacks and my brother sitting on the couch laughing about something with food in their mouths, while th
ey have the news on in the background. I peek into the bag on the kitchen counter and grab the burger that sits inside screaming my name. I grab a plate and then go to join the guys.
“Feeling better?” Jacks asks as I sit down. Mal looks over to me with concern.
“Are you sick?” Mal asks.
“Hung over,” I reply, and take a bite of the delicious burger. I groan in satisfaction while I chew.
“Take quite the piss last night?” Mal laughs.
“You can say that.” I take another bite, chew and then swallow. “What are you two doing? Who’s at the club?” I look between the guys.
“Kendra and Beck are there. We’re taking a break, catching up,” Mal says.
“Oh shit, sorry. Bro time. I’ll go—” I start to stand but Jacks’s hand on my forearm stops me.
“Stay. We’re just eating. You aren’t interrupting anything.” He tugs me back down.
“This bloke here was just telling me about the party you were having last night and how you got people out of here. That’s quite brave.” Mal laughs, wiping sauce from his mouth.
“I don’t remember a thing, so therefore it never happened,” I say, my back straight and head held high. I look to Jacks and notice his nose is no longer bandaged.
“What?” he asks sticking a fresh fry in his mouth.
“Your bandage, it’s gone.” I point at him.
“Yeah, the other night, it looked worse than it actually was. Everything is fine. I just need to take it easy for another week or two and I should be fine.”
“Does that mean…?” I let my voice trail off in hopes he gets the meaning of my question without me having to say it in front of my brother.
“I should avoid contact sports. There was no major displacement after the ER doc realigned my nose, so I’m fine otherwise. My nose is still straight, so there’s no problems that they could see other than some healing still needed to be done. It could take up to six weeks for full recovery, but my nose is already healing.”
“You just said that another week or two and you will be fine. What’s this about six weeks though?” I ask, getting worried.
“Love, the typical healing time for standard broken bone is six weeks. It’s just a timeframe. I feel great aside from a little pain here or there with certain facial movements. I just need to make sure nothing hits my face and I’ll be good.”
“That means keep your balls away from his face.” Mal laughs.
“I don’t have balls you arsehole.” I lean over and sneer at my brother.
“Your tits, love,” Jacks says quietly.
“Why would my tits be in your face?” I look at Jacks as Mal stands up quickly.
“This conversation just took an awkward turn. I can’t handle hearing this about my little sister. Hakuna your tatas, Sis. You, keep it in your pants until I fucking leave, please,” Mal mumbles as he stands.
“No strenuous activity. No contact sports,” I shout after him.
“Oh love, that doesn’t count if you’re on top,” Jacks whispers.
My skin starts to blaze, and I feel a blast of heat rush through me, goosebumps rising in its wake. My hangover forgotten, I could pounce on him right now. He smiles at me and it’s beautiful. It’s a goofy, lopsided smile, but a beautiful one nonetheless.
“I really want to kiss you, but I’m afraid my nose will bump your nose and it will hurt you,” I ramble.
“We don’t have to kiss, necessarily. We can… do other things. I’m cleared by the doctor.”
“You asked the doctor if we could have sex?” My jaw drops.
“I may have asked about it, yes. I have a woman at home with needs I need to attend to, so damn straight I asked. Besides, my cock can’t go another day sleeping next to you and not being buried in your tight pussy,” he growls.
Instant panty drench right there.
Chapter Fifteen
Jacks
It’s been a little over seventy-two hours since I’ve been inside Cam. Granted, some of that time I was in pain or sleeping, or she was drunk, but I’m sure my body can’t wait much longer to have her. I want nothing more than to take her lips with mine and kiss her, but she’s right; it might hurt me and we don’t want to cause any further damage. So instead, I’ll kiss her with my entire body, starting with my fingertips.
I smile and grip her by the waist and haul her to sit astride me. She braces her hands on my shoulders.
“This is what’s going to happen. I want to kiss you, but I can’t. It’s killing me to not put my lips on you. So I’m going to kiss in you other ways. My hands will kiss your skin, my breaths will paint it, and my cock will lick at your pussy. Do you think you can handle that?” I ask, my mouth ghosting over the skin at her collarbone and up her neck.
“Y-y-y-essssss,” she stammers and releases a breath.
I lean back against the couch.
“I want you to follow my directions and do as I say,” I start, my cock lengthening at my thoughts.
“Anything.”
“I want you to remove your clothing, piece by piece, so by the time you get to the bedroom, you’ll be naked. When I come in there, you’ll be on your back in the middle of the bed. You got that?” I ask.
She nods eagerly.
I tap her on the hip and she gets up and removes her shirt, drops it in my lap and then turns and begins her journey to the bedroom. I take a deep breath, grab the bottle of aspirin on the table and take a few to hedge against any pain that might result from what I’m about to do, and follow after Cam.
She’s followed my directions perfectly. Her clothes were like a Reese’s Pieces trail leading me to the bedroom. When I approach the doorway, I lean against it and admire her. Cam is star-fished in the middle of the California king bed with her long blonde hair fanned out around and under her. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling, but she grins as she turns her head to look at me when I approach the side of the bed. Her eyes blaze with a desire that matches my own as my heart speeds up the closer I get to her.
I walk back to the foot of the bed, place one knee onto the bed first, and climb up into the space between her open legs. I bend a little to view the pink of her pussy and my mouth waters.
Fuck! This is more difficult than I thought.
My fingertips dance across her ankle and up her calf. My touch is light as I alternate sides. Then, when I reach the inside of her knee, I bring my fingers to mirror one another on each leg as I ghost over the inside of her thighs up towards her pussy. Her breathing is ragged as I lean down and lay on my stomach with my feet dangling off the end of the bed. I stick out my tongue as far as it will go and lick up the inside of her right thigh, my hand trailing. She jumps a little at the contact of my tongue and tries to sit up.
“You said—” she starts, and I silence her with a look.
“Love, I need you to lay back and enjoy.”
“Your nose,” she protests with an airy breath.
“I love the fact that you’re concerned about my nose. I’m going to be careful, but I need just a little taste of you. Just a taste.” I lower my head back to her and I can smell her sweet arousal.
I extend my tongue again and lightly brush the tip against her folds.
Heaven. She tastes like heaven.
A sting in my nose halts my movements and I wince when my nose comes into contact with her public bone. I brush my fingertips lightly against her and angle my head to avoid contact. I push my fingertips briefly inside and I’m met with her desire. I lick my lips and lean in, inhale and then flick my tongue out again.
Fuck!
I lean up, and run my hands across her skin, touching her lightly in a zig-zag pattern. My eyes watch my movements and study the way her body reacts to my touch. Goosebumps prickle her skin and her body trembles under my hand.
My hands wander over her stomach and up to her breasts. I pinch her nipples and lean down to pull one into my mouth. I suckle and then pull off with a slight nip to the peak, Her nipples glisten from my m
outh and I smile as I watch her inhale and exhale.
I stroke myself a few times as I admire body and what I’ve done to it. Seeing her flushed and writhing beneath me makes me need to be inside Cam. I sit up and lean over to the bedside table and quickly grab a condom. I put the foil wrapper between my teeth, make eye contact with her, and tear it open. I sheathe myself in haste and line up my cock with her entrance.
A lazy smile forms on her mouth as I slowly push into her then her mouth falls open. Her walls squeeze my cock and it takes some serious restraint not to come right then. Once I’m seated in her, I begin to thrust slowly. Each push and pull, her back arches, her hips rise to meet mine, and tiny breaths are pulled from her throat. Her hands move to my forearms and she moans loudly.
“Babe,” I breathe out. “I need you to get on top.”
We maneuver so that I’m sitting up against the wall. Cam straddles me and slowly sinks down onto my steel hard shaft. Inch by delectable inch, my cock is enveloped by her silky pussy. She makes a noise from the back of her throat, then uses her knees to push herself up and down while her fingers dig into my chest. Her movements speed up, she throws her head back, and uses me to get herself off.
I watch her get wild, the column of her neck arches as she pushes herself up and down quickly on me. My hands grip her hips and help her maintain the rhythm she’s set for herself as her speed increases and the sounds coming out of her get louder.
“I’m- I’m- I’m- Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She lets out a wail of ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.” I piston my hips upwards to catch up with her. By the time she’s mid-orgasm, about to come down, the beginning of mine starts and I thrust up into her faster.
“Shit. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so good, baby. Fuck yes!”
“I’m coming again,” she moans again.
I take that as an invitation and hold her hips up, then use mine to fuck her from below. She moans loudly and then drops her head. I let go of her hips and she pulls off of me before I was ready. She removes the condom from my semi-erect cock and ties it off before swinging her leg over me and climbing off the bed. She prances to the bathroom and disappears through the doorway. She returns a moment later with a washcloth and approaches the bed. She sits by my thigh, grabs my cock, then covers it with the warm cloth, stroking my cock with it gently.
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