Avoiding Amy Jackson (13 page)

God, this is ah-mazing.

I cry out when I reach my climax, grinding myself against both of their mouths, prolonging my orgasm as it shoots electrifying sensations throughout my entire body. I mean, I’ve fantasized about two guys going down at me at the same time, but holy shit. If I would’ve known it was going to be this fantastic, I sure as hell would have tried to make this happen sooner.

I slide off of the bathroom counter and kneel in front of Cam, my hand strokes along his zipper. I gaze up at him as I unbutton his jeans and free his cock from beneath his boxer briefs. My tongue darts out and licks off the drop of pre-cum that glistens on top. As I’m caressing him with my left hand, I reach over to Nick and relieve him of his restricting pants, freeing him for my entertainment. If handjobs were an Olympic sport, my stroking skills could easily win gold.

“So who was smart enough to bring condoms?” I lick the tip of Cam’s shaft before moving over to Nick’s and doing the same. My hands continue their magical caressing skills.

Cam reaches into the back of his pocket and pulls out two condoms, smirking down at me. I grab one from him and tear the foil with my teeth. I slowly slide the rubber onto Cam and then stand up, locking my eyes with his. “I want you inside of me,” I moan into his mouth as he presses his lips to mine, his cock pressed firmly against my belly.

“Fuck yes,” he groans.

I turn around and wiggle my ass towards him. My hands firmly grip the bathroom counter as Cam presses against me. With one quick thrust, he slides inside, and a mewling breath escapes my throat.

“Fuck that feels good,” I purr. Nick stands next to me. His hands grab my breasts, and his tongue pushes past my lips. “Taste me again, Nick.” My voice is breathless. He looks back at me with curiosity etched on his face. “I said, taste me again. Put your mouth on my pussy.”

Cam grips my waist harder as he continues to penetrate me with hard, rough movements.

“Yeah, Nick. Fucking taste her,” Cam says huskily as he pulls my chin back towards him, biting my bottom lip with his teeth.

Nick kneels down beneath me and starts to lick along my clit again before finding the perfect suction right where I need him. “Yes! Yes! Right there, Nick! Oh yes!” I encourage him as my hands grip his hair tight. I’m practically grinding his face as Cam continues to fuck me from behind.

I think I may have just found the most fantastic sexual experience known to women.

“Ah, shit! God you feel so good!” Cam moans into my neck.

“Right there!” I scream as one of the most intense orgasms grabs me by the throat and pulls me under. Waves and waves of undeniable pleasure roll through me like a fucking freight train, and all I can do is hold on to Nick’s hair for dear life. My entire body spasms and jerks in ecstasy as I reach the peak of my climax.

Holy mother of pearl.

Cam grunts into my ear and I feel him still inside of me as he buries his face into my neck, finishing his orgasm with small, fluid strokes. “You’re amazing,” he rasps as his lips brush my shoulder.

Nick slowly gets up from kneeling in front of me, and his erection is still front and center. He stands to the side of Cam and me, appraising us with a questionable look on his face. The ‘when do I get to fuck her?’ look. My body is spent from the two ridiculous orgasms these guys just gave me and I’m not really feeling like letting him take my pussy for a spin.

So I do what any selfish bitch would do. I start to get dressed.

Nick’s facial expression has changed to slightly pissed off as he watches Cam and me put our clothes back on. “Uhhh…soooo…is that it?” He glances back and forth between me and his friend.

I adjust my skirt and smooth the wrinkles out of my tank top. “That was fucking awesome. Thank you for that.” I wink at both of them as I head for the door.

“That’s it? What the fuck?” Nick huffs out in a frustrated tone.

“Chill, dude. Don’t be a dick,” Cam interjects sternly, and then his face softens as he looks at me. “So, what’s your name, beautiful?”

I laugh at the fact these two guys just ate a pussy buffet—together—without even knowing my name. “Yeah, Nick. That’s it. Maybe if your oral skills were as good as Cam’s, then you wouldn’t be standing there with that hard-on.” My hand gestures to his obvious arousal. “And my name, well… That’s not really important now, is it?” I smirk at both of them and open the bathroom door. “Thanks again,” I add with a slight wave of my hand before heading out of the bathroom.

I hear loud cursing and several nasty comments sent my way as the door shuts behind me.

What can I say? I really am a greedy, selfish bitch.

I make my way back towards the bar and stop in my tracks when I spot James sitting next to my coworker, Tony, drinking a beer. My stomach nearly rolls out of my body at the sight of him. I didn’t know he was going to be here.

Did he see me on the dance floor with those two guys?

Did he see me pull them into the ladies’ bathroom?

I feel a sudden pang of unease clench at my gut. An icy wave of realization of what I just did hits me like a hard slap to the face. I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable—all very foreign feelings. I don’t understand my sudden concern with what James saw—or more importantly, what he might think of me about what I just did.

I don’t feel like having a conversation with him at this point in time, seeing as I smell like a whore house. I make a beeline for the door and step out into the cold November air. I could care less that my jacket is still in the bar. I’m sure Lizzy will bring it home for me.

I decide to smoke a cigarette and then hail a cab. I bum a smoke off of Mikey, the doorman, and sit on the curb. I light up and enjoy the relaxing buzz I get from the nicotine. I watch the smoke blow from my mouth and into the crisp night air. Chill bumps are all over my skin. I leave the cigarette in my mouth as I wrap my arms around my body, trying to warm myself up. My eyes take in the people walking in and out of the bar. Couples huddled close to each other, friends laughing and looking carefree. Everyone else looks happy and I feel…alone. I see such irony in the fact that I’m surrounded by so many people, yet I might as well be the only person out here.

I hear footsteps move towards me and my eyes go wide when I see James step into my field of vision. His green eyes are clouded and have a certain edge to them as he continues to look down at my face. After a few moments of silence, he chooses to sit beside me. He grabs the cig from my mouth and takes a long drag.

“You shouldn’t be out here without a jacket,” James scolds as he places the cigarette back into my mouth. He shrugs off his leather jacket and kindly wraps it around my shoulders. His hands start to rub up and down my arms in a sweet attempt to help take the chill off.

“Thanks,” I respond before taking another drag.

“You’re welcome.” He takes the cigarette from my mouth again and takes a deep draw. “So why did you rush out of there like your ass was on fire?” He cocks an eyebrow at me as he slides the cig back into my mouth; his fingers brush my bottom lip for a beat too long. I can’t ignore the tight expression on his face—his jaw slightly clenched, his neck muscles flexed.

“I just needed to get out of there. I’m ready to go home. Been a long day.” I finish the cigarette and put it out underneath my boot.

“Well, let’s get you home then.” He stands up and holds his hand out to me. I take it without thinking and follow him towards the parking lot.

“Wait. You don’t have to do this. I can call a cab.” I hesitate once we reach his Harley.

“Get on the bike, Amy.” He hands me his helmet and straddles his bike, turning the throttle and revving the engine loudly.

I reluctantly hop on the back, placing my hands in my lap.

He grabs my hands and wraps my arms firmly around his chest. “You’re going to need to hold on to me, sweetheart.” His voice is thick and gruff and too fucking sexy.

James is the entire package tonight. This hot, delectable, sexy man package walking around in tight jeans, black boots, and his leather jacket, nearly making every woman fall to her knees at the sight of him. But right now, I’m wearing his leather jacket, and I can’t ignore the slight thrill of excitement I get when I sniff the collar, inhaling the spicy cologne that smells of him.

“Hold on tight,” James urges before heading out of the parking lot towards my apartment. The cool breeze nips at my nose. I nuzzle into his neck and tightly grip his chest. I’m just going to blame my close proximity to James on the weather and let’s just go ahead and leave it at that.

Yeah, idiot. Keep telling yourself that.

Chapter Nine

“It’s a great night to drink an entire bottle of Jack Daniel’s.” - James

My bike cruises through the night with Amy securely wrapped around me. Her chest is pressed against my back, her arms tightening around my waist as I accelerate towards her apartment. The cold November air is whooshing past us. I gave Amy my jacket outside of the bar. I should be cold, but I’m not. My mind isn’t concentrating on the climate; it’s fixated on what I witnessed at Murphy’s.

I wish I could enjoy this moment, relish in the feel of her this close to me, but I’m preoccupied. Visions of two assholes touching her are playing over and over in my brain. I’m furious that she let them feel her, kiss her, press themselves against her, and that she took them to the bathroom to do unthinkable things. Things I don’t want to know.

God, I want to punch something.

I’m going to need an entire bottle of Jack Daniel’s to drown out these thoughts.

Why does she do this to herself?

She’s beautiful and intelligent. Amy deserves more than a fast screw. She deserves someone who will show her what she means. Her true value. She warrants more than a quick fuck in a bar bathroom. It’s like she’s hides behind this persona of being an overtly sexual bitch. I see through it, and I’m not buying that this is the woman she really wants to be.

Her cold fingers slide underneath my shirt and my stomach muscles tense involuntarily. I feel her head press against my back as she grasps me firmly with her hands. Her frigid fingers are soaking up my body heat like a sponge. I have the sudden compulsion to pull off to the side of the road and wrap her up in my arms.

A myriad of urges courses through my veins.

I want to scream at her for being so careless with her well-being. I want to hold her, comfort her, care for her. I want to shake the crap out her and get her to realize what she’s doing to herself. I want to bite her bottom lip and kiss the kaleidoscope of emotions I saw cross her face when she walked out of that bathroom.

I watched that door like a hawk, waiting for her to emerge. It felt like a fucking eternity. I had to restrain myself from kicking that door in so I could throw her over my shoulder and drag her ass out of there. When she finally did walk out, I didn’t see a woman who was proud of herself.
Embarrassment, worthlessness, anxiety, uncertainty
. That is what I saw in her eyes. Her brown eyes weren’t pleased—they were endlessly sad.

Why do I care about her feelings?

Why do I have this strong longing to protect her?

She just let two guys use her for their own selfish desires. Or maybe she used them. But why would she want to be so thoughtless? She treats herself as if she’s insignificant and I hate it.
I fucking hate it.
She deserves more—so much more.

I hate that Amy has managed to turn me into a man who can watch a woman be with other men and still want her. I hate that she has brought out this fierce need to safeguard her, to prove to her that she doesn’t need to continue on this way. Quick fucks and one-night stands are never the answer. No one wants to become an afterthought.
No one aspires to be the nameless, faceless woman who was used to feed some idiot’s sexual cravings and then gets tossed aside without even a second glance. Even if Amy is the one doing the tossing, I have a hard time believing that this is what she really wants.

I pull into the parking lot of her apartment and cut the engine when I reach the spot in front of the lobby door. My black boots hit the pavement and I immediately help her off of my bike. She slides the helmet off, her silky brown hair cascading to her shoulders. I have the urge to run my hands through her hair. She refuses to look into my eyes as she hands me the helmet, looking intently at the ground. For some reason, she’s avoiding me and it feels like she’s even
avoiding herself
right now. I slide my fingers underneath her chin and lift gently, her eyes meeting mine.

“You okay?” I question with concern.

She shrugs in an unconvincing motion. “Yeah.”

I don’t buy it. She’s not okay; she’s very far from okay. My fingers are still grasping her chin, forcing her gaze to stay with mine. Her chocolate irises look dismayed, uncomfortable even. “I have a hard time believing that, sweetheart.”

She shrugs her shoulders again and closes her eyes tight for an endless minute. I let the silence descend upon us and start wondering if this girl is really worth the trouble. I wrap my arms around her and she willingly cuddles into my chest. My head falls back in frustration and I internally groan. I mentally berate myself for caring about this woman. I chastise my undeniable longing to protect her. I’m beating myself up for wanting a woman who seems to make a career out of avoiding emotional attachments. I should walk away from her before she destroys me. I rest my chin on top of her head and inhale deeply. All I can smell is her. Amy’s flowery scent clings to my nostrils and burrows inside of my brain.

I wish she didn’t smell so fucking good.

I wish she wasn’t so god damn beautiful.

I’m wishing a lot of things right now and all of them seem to revolve around
her
.

“Thanks, James.” Her soft whisper is muffled against my chest.

“You owe me, doll.”

My demand causes her to pull back a little from my embrace and her scrutinizing gaze focuses on me. I’m happy her arms are still wrapped around my waist. I can practically hear the wheels turning inside of her cute, little brain. “Is that so?”