A Harem of One [The Moreland Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (15 page)

“Thank you, for my glasses and everything. But I’m involved with someone right now.”

“I thought so. You’re a beautiful woman. A nice girl and your type doesn’t date someone like me. You date men with honest jobs that don’t take their clothes off for money.” He looked really disappointed for a moment, but the face quickly transformed to a wicked grin and laughing eyes.

“Would it make a difference if I said that I was paying my way through school?”

Jamie laughed. That was definitely the oldest stripper motto, but the eyes spoke that he was being honest with her.

“At this moment? No. If I weren’t with someone right now, it may. But you surely can find a decent woman that will like you?”

“Yeah, they all like me. But few of them are what you would call good or decent. When the good girls see me, they want me. But just for one night only. Not for anything lasting.” His tone was flippant, but yet again his dark eyes spoke to pain he kept hidden beneath the surface.

Jamie opened her wallet and offered him a card. It was the one she used for her blogging with only her online info. “If you want, feel free to e-mail me. But please understand that I won’t cheat, and the situation I’m in right now is temporary. But I can offer a mean conversation.” She smiled, and he gave a responding one, pearly whites sparking through his sensual lips.

“I hope this guy understands how special you are. I rarely have a conversation where I’m more than a piece of something sexy. Almost like the Hustler mag with the legs hanging from a meat grinder. But you can call me anytime or ask me for anything that is in my power to give and it’s yours.”

“Thank you. By the way, my name is Jamison.”

“Nice to meet you, Jamison. My name is Duke.” They shook hands, and Jamie heard a horn beep. When she looked over, Makenzie was waiting in the low-slung sports car with the passenger window rolled down.

“That’s my ride. Nice to meet you, Duke.” She walked away from the sensual and fathoms-deep man and climbed into the car with her friend so they could go home.

Makenzie didn’t get too far up the back country road before the inquisition started.

“So he’s the last dancer? What did ya’ll talk about?”

Jamie laughed. This was going to be funny. “Actually he asked me to call him.”

“Mmmm…So are you going to take him up on his offer?”

“No, but he was a nice guy, not at all what I thought he would be.”

“Now I have got to know, what did you think he’d be like? He’s a stripper, not an axe murderer. At least I’d hope not.”

“Mak, you are crazy. I didn’t think he was a killer or anything. But I’d thought he’d be some kind of cheesy gigolo or something. Not a…”

“Real person?”

“Yeah, that.”

“So are you going to talk to him?”

“If he e-mails me, yes.”

“Okay then, what about Marq?”

“That’s not going to matter soon, as he and I won’t be together.”

“I don’t think that’s how he sees it.”

“Makenzie, this situation is temporary. We are only together for the month, and I don’t see how me avoiding that is going to make a difference.”

“Well, I don’t think you get it, but Marq really likes you.”

“Of course he does, Makenzie. I’m his play bunny for two weeks.”

Makenzie sighed and kept her mouth shut for the rest of the ride. Thankfully this drive was slower than the first one. When she got out of Makenzie’s car, her friend had a parting shot.

“Don’t forget, tomorrow night you’re all mine, and bring Marq with you.” Jamison closed the door in an attempt to leave the words behind her. But they remained with her even when she got inside and stripped for bed. Since Marq wasn’t home, Jamison threw on one of his faded college T-shirts and hit the bed. The liquor and mind-blowing aspects of the evening hit her all at once, and she was asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. She dreamed of hot sex with Marq, him fucking her amid clouds and atmosphere. He whispered in her ear, the language so raw and coarse she felt scalded by it.

“Fuck…You feel so good. Your pussy is so juicy. Listen to it slurp me.” She could hear it, the sounds of wet sex pervasive. Hearing the sounds only made her wetter, and she couldn’t hold back her groans from deep within her chest. It had gotten to the point where she felt too good. Everything felt too good. She had to come. But the dream dissolved around her before she could get off. Damn it.

Frustrated, Jamie smacked the mattress with both fists. She needed that orgasm. This was going to suck. Where was Marq at anyway? As soon as the errant thought crossed her mind, she felt like a jackass. There was no way that she was going to let herself fall into that trap. She wasn’t going to let herself get attached to a semipermanent situation, no way, no how. She recited her personal mantra, “It’s only thirty days,” followed with, “You can survive anything for one month.” If a human being could live without eating for a month, she could survive Marques’s devastating hands, mouth, and cock for two more weeks as well. Or so she told herself, even as the thought crossed her mind of the flip side of the question she posed. What would she do once this was over? Even more telling was what she wanted to do, clench him tight with both hands and never let go.

* * * *

Marques was exhausted. He’d been here there and everywhere tonight in an attempt to gain the agreement of one Jed D. Thomas. Jed just happened to own an incredibly valuable property, if this deal went off without a hitch. Jed’s deceased father had won a piece of land in a poker game nearly forty years ago, and Jed had acquired said land after dear Father’s passing. The only problem was Jed refused to negotiate, and if Jed didn’t turn the land over within a week, there wasn’t going to be any money made. Not for Jed at any rate. A company that he partnered with on occasion was looking to build a shopping center. Said mall would need just a hundred feet, but the rest would be adequate for parking lots surrounding the businesses. Only problem was Jed wanted twenty thousand more than the highest estimate they were given, and the investors refused to offer anything more.

If Jed opted not to take the deal in seven days, MoreLand and Co. was walking from the land. They already owned everything surrounding the several-acre lot, the land really wasn’t necessary to the success of the venture. The design of the center would allow for shifting the location a few hundred feet easily and patrons would never know the difference of how the property was meant originally to look. He would like to help Jed make some money, but to Marq, time was money. Marq knew the man desperately needed the funds.

If nothing else, Marq could find anything he wanted to know online about a person. He had two children, both in need next semester’s tuition, a broken-down caddy, and a running deuce and a quarter. Jed kept thinking that the offer would increase, but he was wrong. The major value of the land was its proximity to the area they were surveying. If he didn’t take the deal he offered, the next one was sure to be for less. At best, the land could be used for condos, but Jed didn’t have the money or know-how to pull it off. Although, Marq thought to himself, he did. It was actually a very good idea, and Marq decided to let the idea fly, even though it wasn’t fully thought out.

Amazingly enough, even though the idea was only half ay formed, Jed accepted. Now the tricky part would be the investors. He would have to screen carefully through his usual contacts to see if any interest could be sparked.

He was ready to go home and climb in the arms of the beautiful woman waiting for him. But Jed had other ideas and browbeat Marq into hitting up one club after another. Marq felt that he was too old to see women shake tits and ass in his face for money. It was a bit too trite for his tastes, a jaded businessman with an askew necktie watching women gyrate for a few dollars. But he went anyway, expecting to be underwhelmed. And he was, by the women, but his companion was another story. Jed was hilarious, as he watched the man fall over any and every woman there. He ended up spending several hundred dollars of Marq’s money on women, and half of his tab was liquor. Jed was a true country boy and able to drink most of the patrons under the table. By the time Marq nursed his single drink dry, two hours had gone by and he was chomping at the bit to get inside his own four walls. Then he would get inside the tight walls of Jamison before he went to sleep.

Marq poured Jed into his hotel room at one thirty and made his way to get his fix of Jamison. When he arrived and closed the back door of his condo, Marq began stripping his clothing. First, his shoes were kicked off at the door. Next, his jacket and pants were left in the kitchen. His shirt ended up in the doorway to the bedroom, leaving only his underwear. The modal briefs were discarded at the side of his bed, and his eyes roamed over the glistening skin displayed by his lover. She was wearing one of his T-shirts and nothing else. She was modestly covered from the waist up, but the wet path of sex was on display and available to plunder. Marq quickly covered his cock with a condom from the bedside nightstand before slipping next to her. The moment he settled next to her, she began seeking his heat, shifting until they were plastered together.

Marq decided to finish what she started for him and fitted her to him. He wasn’t able to see her face, but it didn’t matter as the house was dark from the late hours. Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t help but to linger over each touch of her flesh. His hands wanted the tactile pleasure of knowing every inch she had to offer. He could hear her breathing change, going from a slow rhythmic inhale to a lighter, shallower pant. He used one hand to draw her knees upright while the other was used to fit his throbbing cock to the slick slit made for him. Once they were aligned, he nudged her open and fed his length slowly, only using the cap of his cock inside her. Then he let his hands play over her again, wanting to please her enough to awaken in minute degrees. Then when she was cognizant, he was going to fuck her until they were both satisfied.

“Wake up, Jamison, and throw that pussy back at me,” Marq whispered into the night, his mouth cocked just above the shell of her ear. Curls tickled his nose, and he knew some part of her heard. She rocked against him, taking more cock with every stroke her hips engaged backward.

“What’s the magic word, Marques?” she finally responded back after several sizzling passes of tight snatch and hard cock. She sounded husky, as if still mired in sleep, and the sultry sounds made him harder than he thought possible.

“It’s please, but I don’t have to ask for what belongs to me. Give me that pussy,” he whispered back before biting her ear and thrusting deeper.

It didn’t take too long. Within five minutes, he was balls-deep and Jamison’s hips were whipping against his. The angle was somehow perfect to nudge her G-spot. Marq could feel the mass scrub over the head of his erection each time he passed over it. He used one arm to clasp her against him at her navel. The added pressure forced the firm sponge of the spot prominently outward, which made each pass of cock and cunt more nerve laden. Neither of them lasted long beyond that point before Marq let them drift off in a puddle their orgasms and sweat-slick skins made on the duvet.

When Marq woke again, it was several hours later when Jamison left the bed. A quick squinty glance at the window let him know it was just after dawn, and Marq wanted to get his morning eyeful. He padded to the kitchen and started some coffee, even though he knew they were going back to sleep. It was their M.O. Jamison always woke at dawn and performed her morning acrobatics in front of the window. He always woke to watch her then fuck her. When they finished with the morning session of sizzling sex, he would give them both a breather when they both attempted to complete their respective miniature mountains of work for the day. He set them up a private chat room where they exchanged fantasies and daydreams throughout the hours. Sometimes they discussed their opposing political leanings, and other days they debated social issues. Each day spent conversing with her made him like her more. And for once, it wasn’t skin deep, as he truly liked her personality.

But he could see that she saw their relationship as temporary. She refused to discuss the future at all. In fact, when he mentioned anything beyond their month together, she would change the subject adroitly. It was how they started, but he saw it could be more. So much more than what it was. Truthfully, he felt that with her he was twice the man that he was before. There was so much he was unconscious to. There were things he’d never paid any attention to before. He had never truly taken time to think about the plight of the homeless or the faults in the foster care system. Jamison had never passed a vagrant by without giving something. He didn’t pay any mind to the needs of African school children or the painful concept of female circumcision. He knew apartheid existed, but he never thought twice about it as it ended before he was an age to be socially attentive. He never thought about the debacle of health care in this day and age, or of animals being mistreated. Yet even with their varied opinions, the only issue they really ever found themselves fighting over was politics. Jamison was a staunch Democrat, and Marq, well, he was a card-carrying member of the Republican party. It was something that they couldn’t find any sort of common ground on.

Their political diversity was so bad to the point where they watched their favorite political shows in different rooms of his condo. During a particularly heated debate between candidates, Jamison left his place sorely irritated with him. Although he did follow her, the argument led elsewhere and the sex was spine-tingling rough that night. He pressed her back to half the surfaces in her apartment, from the front door to the kitchen counter when they took a break for a drink. They fucked like two animals in heat that evening. So much so that the neighbors had to knock on the door twice to complain. As if he gave a damn. They wouldn’t be so irritable if they were doing as a good, loving couple should and fuck, too. Apparently they gave in to their base desires or stuffed cotton in their ears as no complaints were heard after the second knock. By the time they finished, neither of them saw the bed until the sun rose the next morning.