Tame This (The McCallans, Book Two) (2 page)

“We’re loading in the limo now,” Natasha informed him. When Melanie finally looked at her, she got nothing but fiery darts cast her way. Jay missed it of course because his eyes were closed and he leaned his head against the wall.

“I’m over my limit, hon,” he said. “Not going anywhere tonight.”

“Which is what the limo is for, sweetie. You’ll be fine
with me.”

Finally Jay took a deep breath and stood upright as he looked at her. “I’m going home with my…” He paused and looked at Melanie, like he wasn’t sure what to call her. “Melanie,” he finished.

Well that awarded Melanie the death glare. Natasha wasn’t subtle about it either, but thankfully she only rolled her eyes and left them alone.

With a sigh
Melanie said, “Come on, let’s get you in the truck. It’s been a long day.”

She had her arm around him
so she could lead him to Brandon, but Jay didn’t walk with her. Instead, he took her elbow to make her stop.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Melanie raised an eyebrow. “You mean how is
preggo
Melanie feeling? Just fine, thanks. I’m tired, but I feel fine. It was a busy day but a happy one, so I’m happy too.”

He paused as he studied her face for a moment and then nodded slightly. “It was a good day,” he stated slowly.

Jay glanced down at Melanie’s hand that had rested on her stomach. Again he was silent and Melanie wondered if he was at the brink of just crashing for the night. He was almost so still and quiet she thought he might’ve fallen asleep just standing there. But he finally looked at her again and blinked, as if waking himself out of a stupor.

“
Well take care of yourself,” he said with a squeeze of her shoulder. As he passed by her for the exit she heard him mumble, “It’s a shame we will never be together, Mel.”

Chapter One

Four weeks later, May 2013

“Yeah baby, that’s it,” the blonde whispered in Jay’s ear. “Let me be your dirty girl tonight.” Her leg was pressed against his groin as her tongue returned to his mouth. She kissed him deep again, groaning when his hands took ownership of her ass and pulled her against him. “Mmhmm,” she moaned, her lips sucking his tongue even harder. “Can we get out of here?”

Jay
flashed her a fake smile and pulled away from her. “It’s my buddy’s birthday. It’s here or not at all.”

She gave him a pouty lip, but her hand went to the button of his worn jeans and tugged until it opened. “I’ll take what I can get, I guess. But I’d really like to give you everything I can, and that requires a bedroom and…some special props.”

The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. This girl was okay in the looks department, but not his preference. However, if her mouth could do what she earlier said it would, then who was he to be picky? And this unused office space at the back of the club would work just fine.

“Well maybe you can convince me to leave, then,” he answered in a low
, deliberately sexy tone.

When she smiled, he could tell from her eyes what his voice did to her, and as he predicted, she was in his pants within a minute, taking him deep. He closed his eyes to focus on something other than the fact that he didn’t know this girl, didn’t know her name even, and he would never see her again. There were better things to think about than the fact that he was a
complete asshole.

When she was done, she was all too eag
er to leave the club with him. But Jay knew there was no fucking way she was going home with him. He
never
brought random chicks to Teague’s house, even though Teague and Camryn were out of town. But it went well beyond respecting his cousin’s home; it was more personal than he liked to admit.

“Okay, here’s the thing, sweetheart,” he told the girl with a
charming smile. “I need to finish the night with my friends because that’s why I’m here. I’ll remember you on my way out, okay?”

“You promise?” she
purred against his neck.

She started kissing him again and he didn’t like it. Gent
ly pushing her off, he buttoned his jeans and said, “Yes, I promise. Gimme an hour with my boys.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “I can’t wait,” she added, licking her lips.

Jay displayed another smile for her benefit and opened the door. She exited the room and he waited impatiently as she slowly walked in front of him, wiggling her ass for effect. Before they parted ways she asked, “Oh by the way… What’s your name, sexy?”

Fuck,
I didn’t move fast enough,
he groaned to himself. But he smiled and said, “I’ll tell you when I see you again.”

She bit her lower lip and winked. “Ooh,
I like it. So mysterious. I can’t wait to find out.”

“
You’ll be waiting a long fucking time,” he murmured to himself as he left her and re-entered the main floor of the club. He scanned the room for his buddies, glad they were still on the far side of the room in the corner.

“
Seventeen minutes,” Kyle said, looking at his watch. “You owe me fifty bucks, asshole.”

“Bullshit,” Jay scowled. “You started the clock before I even agreed to dance with her. I said
fifteen minutes from the time I start dancing with her
.”

“He’s right,”
Beck nodded. “Ask Jess,” he pointed to his girlfriend at the end of the table.

She shook her head and answered, “No,
don’t
ask Jess. I want no part of your sick bets.”

“Sick?”
Beck chuckled. “It was a fucking blowjob. It’s not like he screwed her or anything. And Jay is my hero. I live vicariously through him while I’m stuck in monogamous purgatory with
you
.”

Jess
flipped him a manicured middle finger and continued chatting with her friends.

“So how was it?”
Beck asked, taking a swig of his beer. “She worth the time?”

“Yeah it was fine,” Jay answered indifferently, taking a drink of his own beer. “She’s not as pretty up close, though.”

“So you got sucked off by a dog, huh?” Kyle snickered.

“I said she’s not
as
pretty; not that she was ugly, fucker.”

“Well shit, I
thought she was smokin’ hot. Think she’s willing to take a second one?” he grinned stupidly.

Jay
smirked with a nod of his head. “Yeah, most likely. She choked too many times on me, so your size might be right up her alley.”

Beck
exploded with laughter and said, “Fuck, that calls for another round.” He waved the waitress over for a third tray of shots.

“Fine
I’ll take the cheap dig, but I’m not paying you,” Kyle replied smugly.

Jay gave him a level gaze and said, “You sure the fuck will. Fifty bucks,
Kyle, or I break your goddamn face. Stop making bets you can’t pay on. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble with your big mouth.”

“He’s right, little bro
ther,” Beck nodded. “Pay him the damn money.”

“Whatever,”
Kyle scowled, pulling out his wallet. He set a pair of bills on the table and said, “That’s all I got. I’ll give you the rest on Monday. Happy fucking day to me.”

Jay didn’t bother to argue. He’d give him some slack this time
because it was his twenty-first birthday, but come Monday, he wasn’t going to let it slip.

“Here you go, handsome,” a soft voice spoke. The waitress placed a shot in front of him and offered a pretty smile his way, even as she placed other drinks in front of
Beck and Kyle.

Jay thanked her, but he didn’t bother to part with any more of his attention.
His friends were looking her over and then silently conversing with each other, but Jay tipped the liquid down his throat without a thought, and then his two friends did the same.

Somehow the waitress ended up joining them twenty minutes later. Her shift was over and
then she was all over Jay. He just kept drinking though, and barely responded to much of her flirting. When Jess and Beck announced they were ready to leave, Jay automatically stood with them. If you could call it standing. It was more like swaying, and he didn’t even mind that the waitress—whatever the hell her name was—was helping to hold him up.

Beck
mentioned something about getting him to the car, but the girl whispered to Jay, “Or you can come home with me, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Jay smiled at her—at least he thought he did—and with a
shake of his head replied, “I’m not exactly a prize right now.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” she murmured against his neck
as she rubbed a hand against his chest. “We have all night and all morning if you want. I’m a patient woman. Let me take care of you.”

Jay’s mind was muddled for sure, but he knew better than to be around a woman when he was wasted. “Sorry, sweetheart. Not tonight.”

She looked genuinely surprised. “Seriously? I thought all McCallans were up for anything,” she smirked.

Even totally drunk, Jay
was able respond to shit like that. Beck seemed to know it too, and he was trying to lead Jay to the exit before a serious scene erupted.

“I sure as
fuck hope that you’re not over here because of my last name,” Jay told the girl in a low voice. “Because that would be really bad fucking karma on your part, princess.”

She narrowed her eyes
resentfully as Beck and Kyle led him toward the exit, but all she did was stand there glaring without a response.

But a
s promised, Jay thought about the blonde from earlier as he left the club. That was all he promised her, after all. Just to
remember
her.

He always kept his promises.

***

Melanie jolted awake and stared at the ceiling for a moment. What in the world had woken her up? Then she heard the front door slam shut, and then the bird kept spouting off the f-word over and over.

Jay must be
home,
she groaned to herself. The parrot only rambled that word on and on when Jay was around.

“Shut the fuck up,” she heard him say, and then there was a loud crash.

She jumped out of bed and hurried down the dark hallway. There was enough moonlight in the front room to see Jay on the floor next to the overturned coffee table.

“Did I miss the couch?” he mumbled.

“Oh my God,” Melanie sighed. She turned the coffee table upright and stacked the magazines back onto it. “Are you okay?”

“Uh huh,” his muffled reply came through the carpet. His face was right down in it and Melanie turned him on his side.

“Jay, get on the couch, okay? I can’t leave you here and you’re too heavy to pick up.”

“Ahh, shit,” he groaned. But he pulled himself to his knees, and then slowly used the couch to stand up. “I should get some water…” he began to say, but he started to sway a little bit.

Melanie grabbed him before he fell toward the coffee table again, and even though she tried to veer him onto the couch, he leaned his head downward onto her shoulder.

“The room is spinning,” he said.

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of what happens when you get shitfaced, Jay.”

He chuckled a little bit, and if
his laugh hadn’t sounded so funny, she might have gotten mad at him. But she could also smell cheap perfume all over him and she wanted to gag.

“Are you spinning too?” he slurred. “Are we spinning? We’re spinning together,” he sighed, and she could hear the smile on his lips.

“You are so wasted,” she scoffed with a laugh. “And you stink like whore. Sit on the damn couch and I’ll get you some water.”

He dropped onto it when Melanie aimed his ass the right direction. She thought he’d end up just passing out again, but instead, he took his damn shirt off. Classic Jay. He always took his shirt off at home, drunk or sober.
She couldn’t blame him, though. If she had a sexy body that looked like that, she’d be half-naked all the time too. Before her sister married Teague, and before they’d even moved in with him, it was a little overwhelming to see both Teague and Jay in the same house shirtless. It was every girl’s freaking dream. But even now, seeing Jay without a shirt on was still one of her favorite things in the world.

She returned from the kitchen with a
bottle of Gatorade. Jay was stretched back against the couch with his eyes closed, but his hands were against his chest, lightly rubbing his pecs for some reason.

“Feeling
yourself up?” Melanie joked. “I would have thought you already had that taken care of for the night.”

He opened his eyes to look at her. Even in the dim light she could te
ll how glassed over they were. From the confused expression on his face, she thought he might not have heard what she said. All he did was sigh instead of banter back with a smartass retort.

She sat down on the couch and handed him
the opened drink. She watched him curiously as he took it from her, along with the aspirin on her palm.

“Do you want me to help you to your room?” she asked when he handed back the half-empty bottle of Gatorade.

He slowly shook his head no as he laid his head back against the couch. “This is fine.”

“Okay.”

She moved to get up but his hand softly wrapped around her wrist. “Thanks, Mellie,” he whispered. “For…this.”

His eyes were still closed and he didn’t say anything further, so she glanced down his muscular chest and across his shoulders. She had never been this close to him while his shirt was off, and she took a moment to study his tattoos a little better.

Yeah, she could admit that Jay was hot. She had even told him so before but also added that his ego was a total turnoff. But physically Jay was one of those men that could walk into a room and make the women
wet their panties just because he had an overwhelming presence. Guys didn’t want to mess with him, and girls wanted to do whatever he asked.

In a way it was disgusting, but Melanie had decided s
ince meeting Jay that she had absolutely been the female version of him.

Five months ago, at least…