Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three (32 page)

“Alright, maybe a
wee bit,” I tease, leaning closer as she closes her eyes for a kiss. Our lips
touch lightly under the humming lights, her mouth unlocks, and a groan emerges
when I slide inside. She touches my chest, running her fingers down to my groin
and strokes over my jeans while our kisses grow powerful. I’m erect under her
hand. Wanting her.

Don’t disappear, my princess. Sleep in my bed
so I can make love to you in the morning. Just two hours is all I need to take
care of the body and vehicle then we can be together.

I keep my thoughts
to myself as she heads to the stairwell in a slow, sexy, hip-swaying walk,
stopping on the bottom step and pulling her
Berti
out
of her sweatshirt pocket.

“I really wanted to
spend the rest of the evening alone until I saw you beating the pulp out of
this guy. Now I don’t believe I ever want us to be apart. I never imagined a
scene like that would turn me on, but seeing your hand clenching the knife, the
blade covered in blood, the surprise in your eyes when you saw me, and how your
expression changed quickly from hatred to affection... I’ll be waiting for you
when you get back. And in your words, Mark, I think we need to fuck.”

DEVOTION

M
y expedition
into the damp woods was tiresome. The guy was short and slim, so carrying him
wasn’t an issue, but keeping my footing in the mud was. The pines blocked the
light of the moon, making it nearly impossible to see without the flashlight. I
slipped twice and got my boot stuck, had to lay him down a few times, thought I
was lost, then finally found a good place to put the body.

I’m lucky I didn’t
run into any mountain lions or black bears, but I’m certain
he
will.

Unfortunately, the
vehicle is more of an issue than the dead guy. I called the three car runners I
know in Vegas and when they heard it was a Suzuki
Jimny
and the possible second vehicle would be a rusted out Datsun, I pretty much got
big “FU” from all three.

These are guys I
knew through my father and they’ve helped me out for years when I lived in
Vegas. If it’s a nice car, they’ll take it and sell it underground, making a
decent buck. If it’s a piece of shit, I can pay to have it left somewhere, like
an empty lot or a dingy motel. The cars are wiped clean of prints, vacuumed,
washed, the works. But no one wants to risk the seven-hour trip from South Lake
Tahoe to Vegas for such worthless vehicles. Having a car disappear in a matter
of minutes was easy in Vegas. It’s one of the downsides of leaving that area.

I was able to
finally make a deal with one of the men, but it’s up to me to get the vehicles
to him.

Shit, I’m in no mood
for a road trip. I’ll have to think of another solution, and quick.

Before heading to
bed, I bring up my security cams and check to see how much of the incident at
the pool was recorded. His snide remarks were caught, the firm grip on Jules’
arm and then neck, Joe and me on the scene, and the entire escort out. Nothing
else. Good evidence if the cops come questioning why he was asked to leave and
yes, that he
did
actually leave. I
have no cameras toward the end of my hotel drive or down to my private garage
so nothing to erase or worry about there.

I check the current
state of my grounds, too exhausted to take my usual walk through the hotel on
foot.
Mera’s
truck is still in the lot, the pool has
cleared, and the corridors are empty.

“Fucking
Mera
Calloway. You’ve come a long way... sleeping in your
truck, penniless, tweaking out on the drug Special K like you’re some
rave-happy teen. I wonder if you’re in a trance right now? I could get inside
your truck and you probably wouldn’t even know I was there. I’d slice your
throat open... but no, I’m not that dumb. Not in my visitor lot in open view of
my guests. I’ll let Jules continue whatever she started with you then step in
sometime tomorrow.” For now, I’m content letting the sleeping bitch lie.

Enough of this, I
need to wake Jules for some pussy then get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another day
to think about
Mera
Calloway.

Of course my watch
chimes with a text from my son as I’m on my way upstairs... it’s not like I can
ever have a free moment.

fukker
mutherfucs

Yep, that’s my boy,
and I can tell by his misspelled words that he’s wasted. “Alright,” I whisper,
taking a seat on the stairs and placing a call. “Time for another round of
‘father knows best.’”

“Jack, it’s your
dad.”

“I know whose the
fluck
yous
is,” he slurs,
completely plastered.

“You okay? What are
you drinking, buddy?”

He moans, once,
twice, a third time, then heaves.

“Fuck, you sound
like shit. What did you have and how much?”

“
Wha
?”
he mutters. “
Nothin
’. I’m good.”

“Are you at home? Is
your mom around?”

“You hate me...
you...” his voice trails. “I’m
nothin
’...you married
mom
cuz
...
waz
pregnant.”

“No,” I sigh. “I
need to know what you drank.”

“Life... sucks.”

“At your age it
does, but it gets better. You’re only fifteen and
..
.”

The call ends.

“Shit, I fucked that
one up.” I head down to my office then out to my kitchen, to my living room,
pacing, pacing, through the dining area, back upstairs, parking my ass on the
top step.
Fuckin
’ hell, why can’t kids skip the years
from thirteen to twenty so parents don’t have to deal with this teenage
bullshit?

“Come on, pick up
your cell. Wake up.”

Three rings. Four.
Five.

“Huh?” he answers.

“Do I need to call
your mother or an ambulance?”

“No.”

“So you’re okay?”

“Where’s my money?”

Yeah, he’s fine.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be an a-hole, I’m just busy.”

“Ten grand... I’ll
visit... ten grand.”

“We’ll talk about it
tomorrow, when you’re sober.” Ten fucking grand, and he’d probably stay one
day. Little prick.

“You... don’t care,”
he says in two exaggerated breaths. “Liar.”

I need a guide to
conversing with a fifteen-year-old. There has to be instructions online or a
video I could watch, maybe even one of those
For Dummies
books.
Dealing
With Your
Teenage Son For Dummies.
It’s
been two long decades since I was his age and none of this rings a bell.

“I married your
mother because I thought it was the right thing to do and we thought the
experience with you would be special.”

“Thought?
Wha
... what the...”

“That’s not what I
was trying to say, you
are
special,
Jack.”

Crap. Cut off again.
Silenced.

I lean back and
stare at my log ceiling, wishing one of the beams would fall and smash my head.
Then I’d sleep. Damn, I wish I knew how to fix our relationship. If only he’d
come for a visit so we could talk in person. It’s easier for him to fly out for
a weekend than it is for me to go there. He knows it, but refuses to make the
trip.

“Keep trying,” Jules
says, standing in the master bedroom doorway, wearing only a pair of sleep
shorts with her hair still matted down from the pool. She must’ve heard the
conversation. “Don’t ask him what he drank, ask him why,” she says.

“You look
beautiful.” I rise slowly, sore from the strenuous night.

“And you look
exhausted... now call him back. It sounds like he needs you.”

“I’ll call him
tomorrow after he sobers up.”

“Promise?”

“In the afternoon
after he’s had some sleep, I promise.”

“Everything else
okay?” She leads me into the bedroom and lifts my bloody hoodie off, tossing it
next to the bed then helping me out of my jeans. I allow her to care for me,
whispering that everything is perfect as she takes my switchblade from my back
pocket and places it on the nightstand.

“Socks next,” she
says tenderly.

I
raise
one foot, then the other, watching the socks fly through the air and land in a
pile with the rest of my clothing. She kneels before me, slinking my boxers
down then leisurely walking her fingers up to my expanding cock. She looks over
the tip and into my eyes with her mouth open in a suggestively carnal way. I’m
dog-tired, but wouldn’t mind a slow and gentle fuck, as long as I don’t have to
hold her in the air, be on top, bring out my toys, fuck her like a wild beast,
or... hell, as long as I don’t have to move, this is
gonna
work.

Our eyes remain
locked while her tongue glides up and down my dick before it’s taken inside her
mouth.

“Uh, Jules.” Her
name is said tenderly. “Yes.”

She caresses my
balls in one hand and strokes my wet dick with the other, her fingers following
her mouth with every bob and twist. Her tongue swirls my tip when she rises and
flattens against my shaft on her way down.

“Uh,” I whisper, as
I’m
deepthroated
. She gags occasionally, giving me
fast and slow nods, long and short licks, sucking me off with her hot mouth.

“You like that?” She
wipes her lips and smiles.

My hand rests on the
back of her head as I guide her back in. Fuck, yeah, I like it.

“More.” I nod. “Your
mouth is so gorgeous when you suck me off.”

I babble in pleasure
watching my cock slide down to the back of her throat. The firm stroke of her
hand never ceases, even when she needs a break to catch her breath. She tongues
my balls and is a master of pleasuring the underside of my shaft... she even
blows my flesh. An actual blow that feels fucking incredible.

“This is flawless
head,” I say with satisfaction. “Perfect.”

She keeps eye
contact with an expression of adoration. All of her energy focused on my dick.
“
Mmm
,” is garbled from her mouth. “Uh, uh,” I pant
repeatedly.

“It’s coming.” I hold
her hair back and direct the speed, needing a quicker suck. “Yeah.” My legs
tighten. “Yeah.” My body shudders. “Fuck.” My cock’s massive. Engorged. Ready.

“Uh!”

She pulls back and
opens her mouth, allowing
my cum
to fire inside. One
shot, two, a third and she’s flooded with the thick fluid running down her chin
and onto her breasts.

My hand slows and I
fall backward onto the bed in a winded state as she disappears into the
bathroom to clean up.

Sounding like a
caveman, “good,” is all I can say. “Good... good.”

She returns with
tissues and wipes my dick then lies next to me.

“So it was good, I
take it?”

“Good.”

She laughs and
massages my abdomen, waiting for my brain to come back to life, only I doubt
that’s going to happen. I could fall asleep at any moment.

“I can tell you’re
about to crash, no need to get me off.”

“Thank you,” I
whisper.

“No, I’m thanking
you
. You deserved a reward for
protecting me from another scumbag.”

I grin. “So all I
need to do to get incredible head is to kill a man? Done.”

She smiles and
kisses my chest. “So what’s
my
reward
if
I
kill someone?”

“Me.”

“Not good enough,”
she snickers. “Why don’t you roll over so I can give you a back rub as a second
reward before you fall asleep. You must be sore.”

“Hell,” I exhale. “I
still wonder if you’re a figment of my imagination.” I roll onto my stomach and
raise my arms above my head. “No one’s ever treated me so well. Actually, no
one’s ever paid much attention to me at all.”

“
Shh
,”
she hushes. “Don’t think about the past. Close your eyes and relax so you can
drift to sleep.”

“There’s massage oil
in my nightstand.”

“I know,” she says,
taking it from of the drawer and breaking open the seal. “I was snooping.”

“Did you find
anything unusual?”

The smell of
cherries reaches my nose as the oil drips onto my back. She works it into my
tight muscles, touching my flesh in a circling motion.

“The number of sex
toys under your bed was a bit shocking, yet exciting. But the unusual part was
that you don’t keep them in a drawer.”

“When I need them, I’m
usually in bed,” I yawn. “Easy reach, quick access.”

She kisses my neck
while firmly working the tension from my shoulders. Her thumbs press into the
sides of my spine... her palms knead my shoulder blades... it’s pure heaven.

“I’m happy,” she
says faintly, although I’m the one who should be speaking those words. She hums
a pleasant-sounding song, luring me to sleep while her fingers continue to
pamper my back.

“I should’ve kissed
you.”

“Hmm?” She leans
closer, trying to hear my muffled words.

I feel deprived of
her mouth and crave a kiss. Those moments of our lips linking finally have
meaning.

“I should’ve fisted
you,” I mutter into the pillow. Dozing in and out of consciousness.

“That’s not what you
said.”

She needs to stay
with me forever.

“Mark?” she whispers.

It’s true. There’s
someone for everyone. Even us fucked up
Jamesons
can
find love. Peace of mind, probably not, but love...