Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three (18 page)

“
Dax
,
honey. Can you please stop using that word all the time? We’ve already
discussed how it makes you sound like a street thug.”

He nods, displaying
a big dimply grin. “Love you mom... now can I have some fucking pie?”

I laugh at the
little bastard. “Yeah, Sophia. Give the kid some fucking pie.”

She serves each of
us a slice and two pieces for the stragglers. “Where’s your brother?”

“He’s having penis
problems.
Dad’s talking to him.”
He takes a big bite
of dessert while his legs swing under the chair.

“What kind of...” I
start to ask, but Sophia cuts me off.

“Mark.” She shakes
her head. “Normal boy stuff. Let it go.”

Normal
boy stuff, as she calls it, isn’t normal to a kid that age. I started
jerking off when I was eight or nine and was obsessed with the sensation, yet
frustrated because my father walked in on my private moment and said I was
doing it all wrong. Talk about a mind fuck at a young age. I hope Cove’s not
saying shit like that to him. My father left my mother a week after he caught
me yanking it, which gave me another reason to believe he left because of me.

“Mark, stop thinking
about it.”

“Jesus, how do you
always get inside my head?”

“You’re just
shallow
and easy to read,” she laughs.

“Yeah, I have a
feeling that ‘shallow’ comment I made will haunt me forever,” Jules says. “So
tell me, Sophia. What was Mark like when he was a kid?”

“No.” I point to my
sister. “No stories.”

She ignores me. “He
was awful and he used to beat me up. We hated one another.”

“No, I never hurt
you,” I lie.

“And he’d laugh at
me whenever I got in trouble. We really didn’t like one another until recently.
Even now we argue. But, I do know he cares. It did take me a while to accept
the way he shows his love... mmm, it’s a bit awkward.”

“Awkward?” I tease,
knowing full well what she means.

“Yep. You express it
in weird ways like trying to control people’s lives. Head games are your
specialty, but don’t worry.” She grins. “I realize it’s purely out of love
because you’re nothing more than a twisted bastard.” She covers her mouth,
realizing her foul language in front of her son, but he’s too busy eating his
pie to notice. She turns back to Jules and continues with a different subject.
“His favorite toy was a slingshot and I was his target.”

“No, none of this is
true.”

“One time he managed
to hit my back with a stone and it left a nasty welt.”

“Sophia, stop,” I
request.

The four of us turn
quickly as the sound of a high-pitched motor fills the room. A remote control
toy helicopter flies above us and lands on the table. Xavier flies in next,
sits next to Julia, and fills his mouth with a piece of pie.

“Hey girl, you
wanna
go for a ride in my copter?” he says, with peach
syrup on his lips. That kid.

“
Xav
,
be polite please,” Cove requests, tousling his son’s hair as he walks by. I
assume when he sits and winks at his wife that all is well.

The boys eat
quickly, like pigs at a trough. We enjoy a few minutes of silence while their
mouths are full, until my sister sets down her fork and clears her throat.

I know something’s
on the way.

“Mark, Cove and I
wanted to tell you how much we appreciate everything you’ve done for us and the
boys, but...” She pauses and looks down at the napkin that’s on her lap,
lifting it to the table, unfolding then refolding it.

“But?”

Cove draws his
attention away from the conversation by gliding a finger around the rim of
glass and swirling the red liquid in the air, pretending not to listen, or
care.

“We’re leaving in
the morning,” she says.

“But you don’t have
a flight for days.”

“I know,” she
exhales. “Cove wants us to stay in a hotel next to the airport in Reno
until...”

“That’s bullshit.” I
throw my napkin on the table.

“Yeah mom,
bullshit,”
Dax
says. “I want to stay here.”

“Me too, I want to
go swimming. We didn’t have a family vote.”

“Yeah, how come no
family vote
?”
Dax
frowns.

“It will be two
against two,” Cove says calmly to his son.

“That’s a tie. We
need to flip a coin like we usually do,” Xavier whines.

“This isn’t a coin
toss situation. Your mother and I are older so we get the final vote. We leave
in the morning.”

“
Ahh
,
this fucking sucks!”
Daxton
tosses his fork and
pushes his chair away from the table, stomping off while his brother grabs his
helicopter and follows close behind.

“They’ll be fine,”
Cove says to Sophia.

“No, we won’t!” One
of them shouts at the top of his lungs.

I stand and motion
for Julia to join me, just as pissed as their kids and wanting to leave. My
brother-in-law is a rude fucker. A discourteous, insulting, flippant little
shit who can’t even give me a thank you for getting rid of
Dayne
Rosen.

“Nice meeting you,”
Jules says, with no response from Cove.

“Nice seeing you,
Sophia,” I say. “I’ll talk to you soon, if we don’t cross paths in the
morning.” I kiss her cheek then reach my hand to Cove. He shakes it, but
neither one of us will look at the other. “Be safe,” I say to them. “Keep your
eyes open until you hear from me about
Mera
.”

Sophia nods and
walks us to the door, then pulls me close for a hug. “Thank you, Mark,” she
whispers. “I’m sorry. It’s not easy, you know? I hate seeing him so miserable.
He wasn’t like this before we left... it’s just... we’ve been inside this place
for so long, and he’s disturbed by what he saw on the boat... I am too, but he
was actually there. I think he’s traumatized.”

“He’s probably dealt
with a lot worse shit than that considering the things I know about Dad.”

“Maybe so,” she says
softly. “He’ll feel better once he gets back to St. Louis and can be around his
business and friends. He’s lost complete control of his life by being here.
This was my idea, I forced him to come, so I think it’s only fair that I should
support him if he wants to stay in Reno and wait for a flight.”

“Yeah, I get it, but
I’m not as much of a prick as he makes me out to be. I really care for all of
you.”

She nods. “I know,
but you need to stop setting him off.”

“I brought wine,
didn’t I?”

She pushes me into
the corridor and closes the door. “Cove’s concerned that certain parts of your
life will rub off on the boys. They’re at a very impressionable age. Try and
understand what he went through as a teenager and how worried he is that
something could happen to them.”

“You can’t keep them
in a bubble.”

“We can try.”

“Alright,” I rub my
chin with a sigh, “maybe you can come out for Christmas. This area is beautiful
and the hotel will have a forty-foot tree, plus I’ll have everything decked out
in lights.”

“You should invite
your son, not us, but we’ll think about it.” She turns to Jules and shakes her
hand. “Keep my brother in line and out of prison. I’m rooting for you to stick
around, but if he treats you like shit, feel free to break his face and leave
the bastard.”

“Nice,” Jules
laughs, “thanks for your permission.”

“Wonderful.” I roll
my eyes. “Come along,
ol
’ red ass. We need to talk.”

My sister and I say
one last goodbye. She heads inside as Jules and I walk back to my suite in
silence.

I’m nervous for some
reason. My heart’s racing, I have sweaty hands and blurred vision, and my
breathing’s erratic. Fuck, maybe I should’ve got this bump on my head checked
out. No, that wouldn’t account for all of these symptoms. I hope it’s not food
poisoning. Wouldn’t that be ironic, if I got sick from the food in my own
hotel? But, it’s not that either.

Jules takes my hand
as we approach my door and my heart skyrockets out of control. It’s her. I’m
feeling all dopey over a woman. I’d love to fuck her again, but I need at least
another hour of downtime for my cock to work.

“Mark?”

“Hmm?” I mutter,
punching my code into the door. She watches and I don’t bother trying to hide
the numbers; she can come and go whenever she wants.

“Cove hates you.”

“No, Jules, he
doesn’t. He hates himself. People who go through what he went through are
really fucked up. I’ll spare you the details.”

She nods. “So what
did you want to talk to me about?”

I open the door and
allow her to walk ahead of me, looking down the corridor before slamming the
door shut and locking her inside.

DAYS END

O
ur flesh melds
under my heavy comforter. I had her clothes off in less than five seconds and
was on top of her a moment later. We kissed and I licked her pussy until she
had an astonishing orgasm. That’s what she called it. Astonishing. And now, my
gun is pressed against the side of her head, the barrel caressing her temple,
moving slowly toward her mouth.

“How much do you
trust me?” I ask, pissed off that my dick isn’t hard. I want to fuck her so
badly I can almost taste semen in my mouth. It wants out, but it isn’t flowing
from my cock anytime soon, so it’s seeping out of every pore and orifice of my
body. At least it feels that way.

I could start with a
strap on, but I’m hoping playtime with my gun will get me hard instead. A gun
is just as phallic as a dildo.

“I trust you more than
any man I’ve ever been with,” she says.

“My princess.” I use
my most erotic voice, inching the barrel between her teeth. “Show me.”

She takes the gun
into her mouth, her eyes close, and she sucks it. Goddammit, she’s fucking
sucking my gun.

I pull out, enjoying
her tongue gliding along the barrel while her eyes reopen, on a search to see
if I’m pleased and if I want more.

“You feel that?” I
ask, rubbing my groin into her pussy. “Do it again. I’m creeping up.”

With the slide
pulled, I place the gun back in her mouth. There’s no cringe or wince present
anywhere on her face. Swallowing hard, I watch her wet lips. She keeps her eyes
on mine, flicks the tip then sets her hands to either side and takes it to the
back of her throat.

“
Uhh
,”
I exhale. “Yeah, that did it.”

The metal is drawn
from her taut mouth and placed next to the bed.

“You liked that
didn’t you?” I whisper, putting on a condom then pulling the covers over our
heads. “Do you need me?”

“I do. Yes.”

Her orgasm was only
a few minutes ago and when my finger slides into her sticky pussy, I can still
feel the pulsations beating on my flesh. Being on top of her gives me the power
I lost earlier. I deserve to do whatever the fuck I want right now, but she’s
turned me into a pansy ass. Instead of pressing her face into the pillow and
ramming her doggy style, I trail my tongue around her lips while rubbing my
dick gently across her clit. It’s just as good... this is far from what my
father would’ve ever allowed or how I remember fucking as a teen.

Her moans and warm
breath caress my ear. Damn, I’m
gonna
cum before I even get inside her. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should
be lasting a little longer since we’ve been fucking like rabbits.

My arms rest next to
her head as she holds my dick steadily in front of her pussy. Lifting her hips,
I’m guided slowly inside.

There’s silence from
both of us. We’re in total darkness. I hold my breath and her mouth presses to
mine. Bloody hell.

An eruption inside
my head brings my cock to life. Shit, it’s like that moment when Frankenstein
gets shocked with a bolt of lightning. Fuck, I’m alive...

“Oh, Mark,” she says
in a quick gasp as my body slides over hers, making sure to rub her clit with
each movement. “Uh.”

But then, I slow to
almost no motion at all. Yes... she wasn’t expecting those quick jerks to
suddenly be delayed. I bet she’s never experienced a slow motion fuck. And I’m
not talking about making love, I mean I’m fucking her in a gentle, gradual,
dawdling way. It’s all a tease, a tantalizing and tormenting way for me to have
all the power. Her hips lurch in search of more dick, an animalistic craving
for Marcus Wild, but all she gets are short, light nudges.

“Jesus, you’re
killing me.”

I grin and put my
hands under her ass, fusing our bodies as close as possible. Slowly, my shaft
glides into her pussy, but I’m even slower on the way out. In
..
.
slowly
... out... in...
and
...
I’m driving her mad.

Her nails dig into
my hips, trying to pilot me into motion. And then she surrenders to something I
never felt coming - a second orgasm. Hell, yes.

We kiss and I absorb
the whimpering noises exploding from her mouth. This moment, this fuck, it’s
all about being calm. No belts or other toys. No rough and forceful rides. Just
us. Cool and composed.

I release her lips
and the sounds stay at a whisper. “Uh,” is barely audible, “Mark, I’m
cumming
,” is a hushed huff.

“I know you are,
sweet thing. Cum for me.”

Her entire body is
heated and tight while her breasts are engorged in my hands. She trembles and
exhales, then pulls in a deep breath.

Our lips rejoin...
we share deep kisses... but my body never ceases. She’s sensitive as I continue
in a tender motion, listening to her pant as we fuck.

She says nothing for
some time. I hear only grunts, which come mainly from myself. The smell of sex
is trapped under the comforter. Her chest and neck are sweaty and leave a salty
taste on my lips while her pussy is fragrant like wet bark. It’s the young ones
that smell and feel the best. They’re so warm and tight.

“Oh, fuck.” I’m
aroused to the point that my dick feels a hundred times its size. The veins on
my shaft must be swelled beyond belief. I set my chest against hers and kiss
her neck, her jaw, and then her ears.

“You okay?” I
whisper. “Tell me how you feel?”

She nods while my
jaw presses into hers. Her head’s back, and both our mouths are open, too
emotional to kiss.

“Each time you
move... it’s like I’m having multiple orgasms. They won’t stop...” her voice
trails off, but then returns in intermittent gasps, “this is passionate... you’re
so hard... I know you’re
gonna
cum
..
.
I can tell by your faster pace. Put it on my chest.”

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Give me your hot
cum.”

I’m panting, getting
nearer, shouting ‘fuck,’ holding her head in my hands and
..
.
tightening
... clenching... now slowing...

I pull out and tug
the condom off just a moment before
my cum
lands on
her tit. With the covers thrown behind us, I watch an explosion of fluid batter
her chest as a release gushes from my swollen tip. A sensual smile plasters her
face when she rubs my gift over her torso and licks it from below her lip.
Good, it hit her in the face.

“Hell,” I huff. “Oh
fuck... fuck...” I collapse over her, capturing another kiss while our chests
pound into one another. “Damn, that was good... I’m so glad... my cock decided
to work again,” I wheeze. “That was…

“Wow.”

“Wow, yeah. I know.
I can’t catch my breath... that was a head spinner... man, so good.” I look at
her with a giant grin. “You know,” I exhale. “I hate that I feel this way. I
hate you for doing this to me.”

“Thanks, you too.”
She taps my cheek with the palm of her hand then pushes me off the bed.

I get up and grab a
towel to wipe my stomach and dick before tossing
the cum
covered cloth on her chest.

“What did you want
to talk to me about?” she asks.

“That was it.” I
spread out next to her with my hand behind my head and stare at my reflection
in the mirrored ceiling. “I needed my dick inside of you... again. What a great
night,” I utter, finally catching my breath. “Chicken, wine, and pussy.”

“Yes, cock, wine,
and more cock for me.” She pats my leg then walks toward the bathroom. “Can I
turn on some music after I freshen up? I like to listen to it when I fall
asleep.”

“I don’t.”

“Fine.” She places
her hand on her hip. “I can just go back to my suite if you want.”

“Uh, if you insist.”

“Thank you.”

“I meant you
can
go back to your suite.” I joke.

“I guess you can
keep me in a separate room forever.” She disappears behind the door and then
calls out, “what time is it?”

“Only ten,” I shout,
noticing a text message from my son. I hope I didn’t hit his contact number
when Jules and I were fucking. I’d hate for my kid to... nope, his text says
I’m a bastard for forgetting his birthday.

“Shit!” I sit up.

“What’s wrong?” She
opens the door and looks at me curiously.

I step hastily into
my boxers. “I’ll be right back. I need to call my son.”

“Isn’t it like
midnight in Philly?”

“He’s awake. Trust
me.”

I walk down to my
office, which is directly below my bedroom, and take a seat in the cold leather
chair. For Christ’s sake, I’m in for an earful. I place the call and begin a
nervous swiveling movement while I wait to hear his voice.

“Hey, Jack,
Happy...”

“Fuck off, Dad, you
asshole. Why even bother calling at this point? You’re nothing but lowlife
scum. I hope you rot in hell!”

I sigh and my son
sighs back.

“What?
A fucking sigh?
That’s what you give me?” he fumes. “Let me
guess, you were too busy fucking some whore to remember me, right? That’s what
Mom said and I bet she was right.”

“Jackie boy...”

“Don’t fucking call
me that! I’m not three! It’s Jack! Just Jack! I hate you!”

“Calm the fuck
down.”

“No! How could you
forget about me again? And where the fuck’s my money!”

“Enough! I’m sorry.
I have a card on the way with some cash.”

“Yeah, the check’s
in the mail. Bullshit.”

“Son, tell me what
you need.”

“I can’t stand that
title either. Just call me by my name,
alright
? Son
sounds creepy, like you actually love me or something.”

“Listen,
kid
. I
am
your father.” Our conversations are always the same and I’ll
call him whatever the fuck I want. Like ‘little prick’ or ‘little shit.’ “Did
you have a nice birthday? You doing okay?”

“My birthday was
tight, thanks to Mom, not you.”

I hear my ex-wife in
the background and his cell goes mute. When he returns, he gives me more shit.
Damn, I should’ve remembered his issues with profanity when I was being hard on
my sister about her kids using the word fuck. She’s right. This
is
an issue and I’m the worst role model
when it comes to language - and other things.

“Listen... no
Jack... would you... I... calm yourself... cut the shit!” I finally shout.
“Damn it, you’re like my clone.”

“Screw you. If you
knew anything about me you’d never say that!”

He’s at that age
where he’s rebelling against his parents, well, me at least. I don’t know what
he’s like with his mother. His language is what I’d expect to hear from prison
inmates. My friends and I were the same way when I was a kid, only with each
other, not in front of adults. But, that’s just it. I haven’t been a father to
him and he treats me more like a person his age than someone he can look up to
and respect.

“When we can have a
peaceful conversation, I want to discuss the holidays with you. It’s time for
you to visit.”

“Ha,” he huffs.
“What? Are you insane? I’m not leaving my friends to stay in a shitty hotel
room in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“This is a five star
hotel. You’ll be able to swim and ski.”

“Fuck no.”

“Jack.”

“I’m so angry with
you right now!”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough,
Dad.”

“I’ll pay for your
friends to come along.”

“Yeah, if I bring my
girlfriend, I bet you won’t allow her to stay in my room.”

Jesus. “That’s
correct, I won’t. How... you know, you’re way too young for that kind of play.”

“Hypocrite! That’s
bogus bullshit! You’re just trying to buy my love with that idea anyway. I’m
not stupid.”

He’s right. Throwing
money his way is how I show him that I care, but it’s not really out of love,
it’s just to put a goddamn pacifier in his mouth and to get him here.

“I’m not being hypocritical.
I’m telling you that you’re too young to share a room with a girl. You’re not
even legally old enough to drive.” I lean forward and rest my chin in the palm
of my hand. A photo of him from when he won his first karate trophy sits next
to my laptop and another photo of the two of us on the Vegas strip is on a
shelf above. “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Maria, and
she’s
hotter than any bitch you’ve ever been with.”

I toss my head back
and exhale. My son’s a rotten fucker, and at this moment, I’m not okay with
taking the blame for screwing this kid up. Sophia’s children seem like saints
after dealing with this crap. And Cove’s right,
Dax
and
Xav
are just little boys.