Hell, I couldn’tevenremember her name. Jade? No,thathad been her friend whom I told to go and cheer James up.
Truthfully, Jade was getting on my last nerve and kept cock blocking me from her friend, who was now nibbling her way along my jawline. I would have eaten my own hat if James had actually taken Jade back to his hotel room and fucked her.
James was many things, but he wasn’t a cheater.
Unlike his sister.
Sliding my hands from…Mary? Marie? Marie, I was certainthatwas her name. Sliding my hands from Marie’s hips, I cupped her firm ass cheeks, grinding my flaccid cock against her core in a bid to encourage the Little General to get ready.
“Oh yeah?”she crooned, licking the shell of my ear.“Why don’t you show me?”
My stomach churned, and my instinct was to shove her away. Why, though? I had no clue. She was fucking gorgeous and willing. She’d been all over me in theclub, whispering all the dirty things she wanted me to do to her, and I couldn’t wait to get her back to the hotel.
But as she began to unbutton my shirt, her long nails trailing down my torso as she peeled the shirt open, I wanted nothing more than to rip her hands off me and tell her to get the fuck out of my room.
I hoped I’d feel differently when we were in the bedroom and I’d stripped her out of her dress. Wanting to hurry things along, I hoisted her into my arms, her thighs wrapping around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom and tossed her callously on the bed.
“Ooh, I had a feeling you would be rough,”she purred, spreading her legs to show methatshe wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My gaze dropped to her glistening pussy, but instead of my cock getting hard, it didn’tevenso much as twitch.
What the fuck was going on?
“Play with your cunt,”I ordered, frustrated with the Little General for not wanting to play along.
“Hmm, bossy too. I like.”
Marie moved her hand to between her legs, shoving a finger inside herself right down to her knuckle, and moaning as she moved her digit in and out before moving it to rub her clit, her back arching off the bed.
The memory of Kiera laid out before me flashed to the forefront of my mind, and I was instantly transported back to a few nights ago. Marie was no longer lying with her legs spread, but it was Kiera on the bed.
Her deep brown eyes bore into me, her cheeks the perfect shade of pink as she watched me watching her play with herself, her soft, almost unsure moans filling the air. Blood rushed to my cock, and as Kiera kept rubbing herself, my cock began to throb, pressing against my jeans as it hardened.
A growl rumbled in my chest, and the sudden need to rip Kiera’s hand away so I could touch her consumed me. In two steps, I was on the bed, kneeling beside her as I grabbed her hand, yanking it away from her cunt so I could shove them into my mouth to taste heragain.
“Do I taste good, baby?”a voice crooned, ruining the fantasy my brain was creating. Roughly, I tugged her fingers free from my mouth and leaped off the bed.“What the?”Marie snapped.“Are you okay?”
I glowered down at her, taking in her blonde hairthatfell in long waves down to her waist. Her enormous tits pressed together, her nipples peeking over the top of her dress, and her legs still wide open, exposing her pussy.
Tearing my gaze away from her, disgust curled through me.“Get out.”
“What?”she replied, her tone laced with confusion.
“I said, get out!”
Marie stood, pulling her dress down in a bid to cover up her dignity.“What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bastard? I thought you wanted this?”she sneered, her eyes blazing with fury.
I stomped from the bedroom, heading straight to the minibar as I called over my shoulder,“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. Desperation doesn’t do it for me.”
“Fuck you,”she replied, her voice shaking with anger.“Fuck you all the way to Hell. If you don’t want me, there are a hundred other guys who do.”
The door slammed behind her as she stormed out, echoing around the large space of my suite as her heavy footsteps faded from the hallway. Sighing, I poured a glass of whiskey and downed it in one, telling myselfthatthe only reason I didn’t want to fuck her was because I’d drunk too much and was tired from how busy the last few days had been.
If I told myselfthatenough times, maybe I’d start believing it.
Chapter 10
Jackson
