Текст книги "Lovely Distraction"

Автор книги: J. J. Dorn

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CHAPTER TWELVE

February 7, 2010

“Jamieson stop!” I protested trying to maintain some level of modesty while we were in public.

He just winked at me and continued slipping his hand further up my skirt while we sat in a corner booth at Haven’s with our friends. We had agreed to go out to celebrate Derrick’s birthday. His real birthday was Valentine’s Day, but all of us had other plans so we agreed to go out before to celebrate. In some weird way it was fitting that Derrick the pretty boy extraordinaire was born on Valentine’s Day and he seemed to relish in it.

We had been at Haven’s for a little over two hours and it was getting close to closing time. The bar had been fairly packed for a Friday night and we were enjoying watching the crowded mix of people.

Julian and Olivia sat in the far corner of the booth cuddled up together. Something had been clearly developing between those two in the last few months. Olivia can be a hard person to read sometimes so I was impressed Julian had seen through her barriers. Audrey was crammed in next to them hanging on every word Derrick was saying and batting her eyelashes. He of course was making the most of it.

“It’s time to go.” Jamieson leaned over and growled in my ear.

I turned and flashed him a smile and then whispered back “We can’t leave yet, they will totally know we’re running off to go have sex. Wait until last call at least.”

“Hate to burst your bubble, J but we already know you two are horny as shit over there. You two might as well go get it out of your systems.” Julian chided from across the table.

I must have turned eight shades of red having him overhear our private conversation. Jamieson looked as if he could care less and threw down a bunch of money on the table.

“I couldn’t agree more. This is for our tab.” He stood up grabbing my arm and pulling me with him. “Happy Birthday, D-Bag.” he said slapping Derrick on the back.

“Night guys,” I squeaked as Jamieson began pulling me with him out of the club.

When we got outside I stopped and turned to him irritated at the hasty and embarrassing exit he had made. “What is your big hurry?”

Jamieson didn’t stop he just grabbed onto my hand and began leading me toward the car once again.

I refused and stopped moving once again. “Jamieson that was rude back there to just run out on our friends.”

He glared at me for a split second then softened. He took a determined step forward invading my personal space. I went to take a step back but he halted my retreat by grabbing onto my upper arm latching me to him.

“It may be rude but I don’t care. I can’t sit there one more minute looking at you in the tight skirt and not being able to have my way with you. I don’t think I have ever wanted you more than I do in this instant Jenna. You drive me insane.”

“Oh,” I whispered and swallowed hard. I hadn’t been prepared for him to say such things.

“I need you, Jenna. If I don’t have you, I feel as though I am going to explode.” He said in a dark sexy tone.

Just the way he spoke turned me on. He could have been reading the phone book but that sexy voice would have awakened me. I pushed forward into his personal space and whispered, “Well we wouldn’t want that now would we?”

I flashed him a sly mischievous grin and he growled before forcing us to briskly walk again towards the car. Jamieson opened the door of his sleek black Aston Martin for me and I ducked inside the car.

When Jamieson pulled the car out of the parking lot I could tell he was on edge from the way he was speeding. He jammed the shifter like a crazy man as he flew through the streets of downtown Huntsville. He was almost scaring me with the way he was driving but it excited me watching the precision and control he exhibited.

When we pulled onto the highway I relaxed a bit glad to be on the open road and not the slow side streets. Jamieson must have been relieved too because the minute we got on the highway he reached over placing his hand on my bare thigh. I gasped from the touch of his cold hand on my warm leg.

He glanced at me and when our eyes met all I saw was hunger. I had seen Jamieson in the throes of lust before but this was more, so much more. His eyes lingered on mine for a half a second longer before he turned his head and began watching the road again. His hand remained on my thigh and it was slowly making its way up and underneath the tight black leather skirt I was wearing.

“Jamieson…” I was going to protest what I knew was coming. Not that I really wanted him to stop but it was mostly for safety reasons that I hesitated.

“Do you trust me?” he asked looking over at me once again with a cocked eyebrow and sly grin.

“You know I do.” I said breathlessly due to the fact his hand was already at the apex of my thighs.

He let a low growl out before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I gasped at his intrusion but immediately began to move my hips to meet his touch.

“I knew you weren’t wearing panties, baby. It was driving me insane seeing you in that tight damn skirt. I was counting down the minutes until I could get you alone,” he told me while focusing on the road and using his free hand to massage my slick folds.

I couldn’t say anything in return I was too busy enjoying my own personal brand of Jamieson Wellington attention.

I was climbing higher and higher and was just about to come apart when Jamieson quickly removed his hand to shift the car to make the exit to his house. I whined at the immediate loss.

He chuckled beside me. “We will be home in a minute needy, girl.”

His teasing struck a nerve with me and decided two could play that game so I reached over the center console and undid the top button of his jeans and snuck my hand inside. I knew he would be hard as a rock and he did not disappoint. I grabbed a hold of his stiff cock and began stroking him ever so slowly.

“You are playing with fire,” he hissed while still driving like a man possessed.

“That’s kind of the point.” I whispered in his ear and began increasing the speed in which I was stroking him.

We flew down his private drive and Jamieson whipped the tight black sports car into the garage.

I continued to keep my hand deep inside his pants after he turned off the car. Jamieson watched as my hand moved under his jeans for a moment before pulling it away. I was going to protest but then he shifted his seat back as far as it would go.

“Come over here, Jenna.” He demanded while yanking his jeans down.

I carefully climbed over the console, pulling my skirt around my waist until I was straddling him. I was just about to push down on top of him when I remembered our lack of protection.

“Condom?” I asked quickly.

“Glove box,” he hissed.

I grabbed a foil package and madly rolled it onto Jamieson’s thick length. The minute it was in place I rose up on my knees and sank deep down on top of his engorged length, impaling myself. I let out a gasp as I adjusted to his thickness.

It took me a half a second to get my bearings before I rose up again and slowly slid back down on top of him. Jamieson pushed up to meet me encouraging me on. He tore at my top and ripped it off my arms. He tore my bra off like a crazy man giving him perfect access to my ripe nipples. He leaned forward pulling one into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming and I felt like I might lose it any second.

I was right on the edge of coming and Jamieson slid back against his seat slowing my release. He pushed lightly on my chest so I was back against the steering wheel of the car.

“Lean back baby and hold on to the wheel.” He growled through hooded eyes.

As soon as I did what he requested, he lifted his hips slamming deep into me. I screamed out in shock as I was forced backwards.

“Tight, Jenna. Hold on tight,” he said quickly and then slammed back into me.

I was prepared this time and he growled in appreciation. He pulled back and did it several more times before I screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. Jamieson followed right behind collapsing down onto the seat when he was done. I draped myself over his body and snuggled into his chest. He pulled me tightly to him and began to softly run his hands through my straight blonde hair.

“I love you Jamieson.” I didn’t think before I said it. It just slipped out of my mouth, but I didn’t regret it in that instance. It was time he knew how I felt.

Jamieson didn’t respond only pulled me tighter to him and kissed my forehead.

As I laid there on top of him wondering if I had told him those words too soon I felt the slight shift in him. I don’t really know how to describe it except to say he acted distracted all of a sudden.

“Should we go inside?” I offered hoping to change the mood again.

“I…uh…no. I will take you home. I have some work I need to do tonight.” He gently helped me off of him.

I couldn't help but feel jilted so I quietly started putting my clothes back on. Jamieson grabbed his jeans from the floor of the car and pulled them on. He started the car and slammed it into reverse. I didn’t even have my seatbelt on yet.

I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I was too scared. Part of me really didn’t want to know what was wrong. He was making me mad with his hot and cold personality all of a sudden.

I remained quiet the entire drive to my apartment. He didn’t say a word; instead he just turned the radio onto some angry alternative station.

When we got to my apartment he stopped the car next to the sidewalk not even pulling into one of the empty spaces. It was clear he was just dropping me off. I threw open my door angrily not saying a word to him. I grabbed my purse from the floor in front of me and was just out the door when his large hand locked onto mine halting me.

“I’m…” He started and stopped suddenly. I watched his face change. In that moment he was different now, he was changed, and he was darker. “I’m going to be very busy this next week.”

I didn’t fully understand what he was getting at. Was he trying to say he didn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day together? I had to ask him.

“Valentine’s Day?” It wasn’t really a full question but he got my drift.

“Yes, of course.” He rubbed his hands through his hair. “I will talk to you soon, okay?”

I didn’t get what was happening at all but he had hurt me and I needed time to process what had just happened before I reacted.

“Alright,” I said standing and slamming the door behind me.

Jamieson didn’t wait for me to get to my door before he revved the engine and took off. When I reached my door I struggled with my keys for a minute before I angrily threw them down exasperated. I let my back fall against my door and slowly fell to the ground crying. My heart ached in my chest. What was happening between us? Was I losing him?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I had survived the litany of questions my family leveled at me after I had divulged my shameful Vegas marriage. Some of the worst moments were explaining how I was going to tackle the fact that the wedding invitations had already gone out. Jacks offered to help me call all the wedding vendors and the venue. Cain’s mother had insisted we get married at the country club. I had preferred a southern style plantation but I was overruled. Thinking of the expense my parents had already gone through made me sick to my stomach. I knew they wouldn’t ever divulge to me how much my epic fuck-up was going to cost them, not after I revealed I was in fact engaged to a total creep. I knew I had narrowly missed a loveless marriage. I had Jamieson to thank for that I guess, but I doubted I would ever tell him so.

By the end of our discussion, everything seemed to be handled. Jacks was a huge help, she volunteered to call Cain’s mother and ask her how she wanted to arrange returning gifts as well as making an announcement. I would owe my sister to the end of time for this.

My mother had cried through the entire discussion, looking sometimes as if she would murder Jamieson and Cain too. Thank God for Lukas he laughed through most and cracked jokes. My father looked utterly disappointed and said very little. It had been the single worst day of my life. I had called Audrey and Olivia on my way home informing them of how everything had gone. They both thought it had gone relatively well considering¸ and I guess they were right it could have been a lot worse.

When I got home I tore off my clothes and climbed into the shower. I craved the relaxing warmth to soothe my aching muscles. It is weird how sometimes after a very emotional situation it can feel like you just ran a marathon. I breathed in the lavender body wash and closed my eyes letting the spray pelt my face. My phone dinged on the counter signaling I had a text message and then it rang. I ignored it. I was sure it was one of my concerned family members wanting to rehash the very details I had just laid before them. I was done dealing with the drama of my quickie wedding and hopefully my soon-to-be quickie divorce. My plan was to get in my comfy flannel jammies and curl up on the couch with some really bad reality T.V. in the hope it helped me escape my own shitty reality.

I was just climbing out of the shower when I heard someone pounding on my front door; it was most likely my sister coming by to check on me. When I left my parent’s she walked me to my car and I could tell she was sick with worry for me.

I considered throwing on my P.J.’s first but then decided against it as I was sure it was my sister. I hurried to the front door and pulled it open still in my towel, but who was on the other side of the door was most definitely not my sister.

“Can I help you?” I asked my strange visitor pulling my towel tight across my body.

“I seriously doubt that.” The tall lanky brown haired woman said pushing past me and invading my home. I recognized her immediately. She was the girl that I had seen in Jamieson’s room the day I went to get my engagement ring from him, the one that threw a fit the night before in his driveway upon seeing me. This ought to be good, the perfect way to top off my day.

“Please, by all means come in.” I told her sarcastically, closing the door behind her. I racked my brain trying to remember her name but it evaded me.

“I came over to make things clear between us.”

“Okay…” I scrunched my towel to my chest.

“Jamieson is mine. We have been together almost two years now and were planning on getting married.”

I interjected the moment she slowed to take a breath. “Well that may be difficult considering—”

“That he already married you? Well I will admit at first I was devastated but it seems Jamieson has come to his senses and will be divorcing you as soon as humanly possible.”

“I see.” I said with clear anger and resentment. What she was saying struck a nerve with me. It shouldn’t have because what she said was true, we would be getting a divorce as soon as we could, leaving him free to do whatever he pleased, but for some reason her pointing it out pissed me off immeasurably.

“Jamieson is mine,” she repeated. “He may be your husband on paper for these next few months but don’t get confused sweetheart, he is most certainly not yours,” she spat out. Oh no she didn’t! Not today Satan, not today.

“First off, sweetheart, if Jamieson is indeed yours as you keep pointing out then why the hell did he marry me? And secondly, sweetheart, I could give a rat’s ass about what you want or what your man wants. I don’t want to be involved in this situation any more than I have to be, so you can rest assured I won’t be trying to steal Jamieson from you. And now that that’s settled I think it is time for you to leave!” I yelled throwing the front door open letting it hit the wall behind me.

She eyed my mostly naked body suspiciously for a half a moment before she began striding out the door. “He could not possibly want you over me.” Now this was officially the worst day of my life.

After my surprise visitor I cracked open a bottle of wine and sunk down in my comfy couch still reeling from the events earlier. I turned on the Bachelor hoping to relish in some other poor woman’s pain to help ignore my own. The Bachelor was one of those shows you watch to help you feel better about your own life. In some weird way hearing about some random woman’s struggles of dating a man with forty other women just made you feel better about your own crappy love life.

I was on my second large glass and intently listening to a gorgeous brunet cry about having seen the Bachelor kiss another girl while on their group date when again there was a knock at my door. I considered ignoring it for half a second but then decided against it and went to open it. When I peered through the peep-hole I saw a very handsome and pissed looking Jamieson Wellington staring back at me.

I opened the door and turned back to the couch completely ignoring his presence all together.

“Well you just missed your girlfriend,” I grabbed my glass and chugged back some more wine.

“I know she told me she came to see you,”

“She’s charming. I would tell you that you sure know how to pick them, but then what would that say about me, huh?” I said snottily.

“What did she tell you Jenna?” He demanded showing his anger. Why he was mad at me was perplexing. I was at home minding my own business.

“Oh you know, just that you belong to her and I am not to get confused about that. And that you have been together a couple of years and plan to get married. Oh and that you couldn't possibly want me over her. You know basic girly chit chat stuff.” I was being a complete bitch with my sarcasm but he deserved it, he had help promote me from slut to home wrecking slut. However, I had to admit I didn’t much care about his girlfriend’s feelings but I did care about how I had compromised myself.

“Fuck!” He yelled and then began pacing back and forth in front of the couch where I sat. “I knew Trinity would do this. What a fucked up scenario. It’s just such a delicate situation now,” he was rambling and not making a bit of sense. He was panicking.

“Look Jamieson, I don’t want to cause problems for you. I won’t say anything about the wedding. We can just keep going on about our lives like we normally would and as soon as we can, we will get a divorce. We don’t ever have to see each other again.” I offered trying to ease his stress.

He stopped pacing immediately and locked eyes with me. “Is that really what you want?”

“I think it’s for the best given the situation, don’t you?” I replied.

“Damn it Jenna! No I don’t think it’s for the best. That is not at all what I want,” he growled and began pacing again.

“Uh okay, well I don’t think your girlfriend is going to take kindly to us having a… friendship or whatever.” I didn’t really know what to call the twisted toxic thing now between us.

“She is not my girlfriend!” He shouted back at me, instantly hurting my feelings. I couldn’t understand why in the world I was getting the brunt of his anger, unless he blamed me for the destruction of his relationship like I had blamed him at first.

“I’m sorry I ruined things for you.” I said ducking my head and pulling my legs up on the couch tight against my chest.

Hearing my apology he stopped pacing and once again stared at me. His face fell as he looked at me and I clung to my legs tighter for comfort. “Damn it. I have fucked this all up again. Jenna, you didn’t ruin anything, I did. None of this is your fault.”

“Stop saying that! I made my choices. I choose to drink in excess that night, I choose to go off alone with you, I choose to marry you and I choose to sleep with you. Even if I can’t remember doing any of it, I still made those choices. I may not have been the instigator but I was your cohort, your accomplice. I was the girl that helped you cheat. I became the one person I swore I never would be, I became the other woman.”

Jamieson flinched at my bluntness but said nothing for a long moment. When he began to speak it was calm but with intensity. “You are not the other woman Jenna, you could never be the other woman, do you understand me? I do not want Trinity. She is not the one that my body craves in the middle of the night. She is not the one that my heart aches for day in and day out. She could never be that person to me.”

His proclamation shocked and confused me. “Then who is she, Jamieson?”

He looked at me clearly weighing what he was going to tell me. “She is the reason I destroyed us five years ago. She is the reason I left.”

He was confusing me. Had Trinity been one of the girls I caught him with that night? I sat quietly just watching him struggle with what he was revealing. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, Jenna, I know. It’s time I finally tell you what really happened all those years ago,” he said sinking down on to the edge of the couch.