Jase (8 page)

“You see her again you keep your
mouth shut little brother,” I sneered.

“Jase
, it’s clearly been awhile since you have seen it, there is nothing little about what I have. And I certainly would have sealed the…”

I jumped up and Cyrus grabbed me
, “Let it go, Jase.”

Zandor laughed when he walked through the door, “I just finished with her,
and deal has been sealed. Tasty little morsel, too.”

“You two shut your fucking mouths! It’
s Christmas eve!” Cyrus had me against the wall with one hand and pointing at Zandor and Xavier with the other, “Act like a fucking family, not a bunch of little bitches that need to get laid.”

“I got laid this morning, all set,” Zandor smiled as he left the room.

“Alright, no appointments for the next two days. I am going to hang out until close to sell any gift certificates or art work anyone may stop in for. You three take off,” Cyrus looked at me, “You need to get a grip, man.”

“I can stay
, you go,” Zandor smiled as he re-appeared from the back.

“No I got it,” Cyrus raised his eyebrow, “You
’re just looking for a piece of ass. It’s Christmas eve… leave the lonely married broads alone.”

Xavier laughed, “Why?”

“Like I said, it’s Christmas eve, now go!”

Christmas was an impressive mess. Barbie
made Dad cut up the tree that was on the front porch before her family showed up. He didn’t even have time to make the traditional Christmas breakfast of Aebleskivers and fresh fruit. When I was digging through the cupboard, she asked what I was doing, “Trying to find a pan. I’m going to make breakfast.”

“No, we are having brunch. My family will be here at ten,” Barbie shut the cupboard with her foot.

“That’s fine, but this is a tradition that I plan to keep. Now please move your foot,” I looked up at her.

“You’ll make a mess and I’
ve already cleaned…”

“Rosalie cleaned yesterday, and I am capable of cleaning up my own mess,” I waited
for her to move and she didn’t. “Listen, I am very well aware that you don’t like me, and I can tell you I’m trying my best here. It’s Christmas Barb…”

“Barbie!”

“Fine, its Christmas Barbie and I’m going to eat the same breakfast I have for as long as I can remember.”

“Not this year
, and probably not next. It’s time for a change around here.”

“You are a horrible person, a bitch actually. I have no idea what my father sees in you,” I stormed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door.

I grabbed my phone to call the airport to see what flights may be available to get myself the fuck out of here before I kicked Barbie’s ass on Christmas.

My father came in my room and lectured me and I listened without saying a word. When he left I heard him and her through the door. She was “
expressing” her concerns about my behavior in front of her family.

~

Dinner was interesting to say the least. I excused myself saying I was tired-- an excuse to get the hell out of there. Cameron followed me up and told me to just ignore her like he did. I said I would.

When everyone was in bed, at eight o’clock I made my escape
at 8:45 giving me plenty of time to catch a cab to the airport and eat something. Barbie made sure the majority of the lovely meal was meat or something to do with red meat.

I made it to the corner a few blocks from
Barbie’s house, and sat on the bus bench. I dug my phone out and searched for cab companies, when an SUV drove by slowly. Someone yelled out the window, “You better stop or I’m going to jump out and grab that fine little piece of ass.”

I looked up and saw
Zandor hanging out of a window, “Carly!”

I wiped my eyes quickly,
embarrassed that I was sitting on a bench crying so late at night. I forced a smiled and waved. He opened the door and started to get out, someone pulled him back in, “Stop being an ass Zandor! She wouldn’t be out here.”

It was Jase, I
grabbed my bag and stood up and quickly walked in the other direction.

“Who the fuck else would try
to get away after looking at me?” Zandor laughed and I heard the door shut. He grabbed my bag and the SUV’s tires squealed and then reversed stopping right next to me.

Jase leaned over, “Need a ride?”

“No I don’t,” I grumbled and kept walking.

Zandor
caught up and threw his arm around my shoulder, “Where’s a pretty little thing like you going on Christmas?”

Jase reversed further and parked. He got out and walked up to me
, and pushed Zandor's arm off my shoulder and glared at him, Zandor laughed. “I’ll be in the vehicle waiting, but do take your time.”

Jase reached
up towards my face and I pulled away. He took the back of my head firmly and wiped the tears away, “It’s Christmas, Baby. Why are you crying?”

“Take your hands off me
-- and it’s none of your business,” I snapped at him and pulled away.

“Well
its twelve degrees out here and your fucking shaking, I’ll give you a ride home…”

“NO!”

“No is not an option,” he smiled, stupid dimple winked and I stared too long. “You miss me, too. Come on, let me give you a ride.”

I turned and walked the other way, “Leave me alone.”

“Aw, for fuck’s sake,” I turned and saw Cyrus getting out of the vehicle and I kept walking.

Cyrus
grabbed me around the waist and marched towards the SUV, “Open the fucking door,” he snapped.

Xavier laughed and opened the door
, “Merry Christmas, Carly.”

I scowled at him and Cyrus set me in the
passenger side, buckled me, and glared at me. “Get your ass in Jase, she may try to run and if I have to go after her again she is going fucking swimming.”

So what did I do? I smacked him in the back of the head. And what did he do?

Cyrus growled and he looked me up and down and finally gave me what one might consider a sexy little smile, “Do that again, only harder.”

Zandor
and Xavier laughed as Jase got in.

“We are going to drop them off at Mom’s and then you and I are going to…”

“Fuck off Jase! I hate you, you and everyone in this fucking state!”

Jase looked shocked and then started the SUV and grabbed my face, “You’ll get over it.”

His brothers laughed.

I wanted to cry.

We pulled up to a very nice two story white house: nothing huge, but it was very nice, “Get out.”

“Thanks for the ride Bro, see you soon
, Carly,” Xavier winked as he got out.

Jase threw the vehicle in park and
turned and looked at me, “What the hell are you doing sitting in the freezing cold by yourself on Christmas night?”

“None of your business,” I continued looking out the window.

“Talk to me, damn it!”

“Why? W
hat the hell do you want from me? Why do you keep showing up every time I turn around?”

“Well
, maybe it’s divine intervention Carly. Maybe you need some fucking help. I’m trying to be a friend here okay? So stop being a bitch.”

“A BITCH! D
oes that line work for you Jase?” I tried to open the door and he locked it.

“Talk to me Carly, please,” he turned my face to him.

“Take your hands off me,” I scowled at him.

“Promise I can give you a ride to wherever it is you seem to be running away from and I will.”

“Fine!”

“Where to
, baby?”

“I am not your baby and I am going to the airport.
Won’t Pam have a problem with this Jase? You left me to run to her. What happened to not being a cheater?”

“What are you talking about?” He was irritated.

“Wow, is your brain fried, jackass? You left me to come to your ex….”

“Wrong ex Carly,” Jase seemed to be getting uncomfortable.

“Well whatever, Pam or whoever would probably not like…”

“There isn’
t…”

“Save it
, Jase. Either drop my ass off at the airport, or take me back to catch a cab,” I looked out the window and he let out a deep breath.

“When does your flight leave?” Jase pulled out onto the street.

“Soon.”

“Could you just answer the question without being…”

“Jase, I don’t need you to save me. I am capable…”

“Of falling on your sweet little ass
every time I’m around.” That pissed me off, I was ready to let him have it and I turned and saw him smile, “Can’t deny it Carly, it happens every time.”

“Why
, would that make you happy? Does it make you feel good, more bad-ass Jase that you are, well you think you are, capable of doing that to me? Why don’t you want me to be happy? Why don’t you just leave me the hell alone?”

“I tried that. D
idn’t work. What time does your flight leave Carly?” I started to say something, “Just answer the damn question.”

“Midnight,” I felt tears fill my eyes and I hated tha
t I felt like this. “Look, I’ve had a really bad couple days. I’m angry, and hurt, and I just want to go home. So either take me to the airport or let me get out.”

He
reached over and grabbed my hand, “Talk to me, tell me what has you running away from home at twenty years old.” I tried to pull my hand away and he held it firmly, “Talk to me, Baby.”

“It’s none of your business…”

“You’re wrong,” he rubbed his thumb across my knuckles.

“You
’re wrong, you can’t just take off and not even talk to me or…”

“Your boyfriend answered the fucking phone
, Carly. Then you didn’t answer my texts…”

“You did
n’t answer mine, and Brad wasn’t my boyfriend then.”

“What does that mean?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Wasn’t then, is he now?” Jase gripped the
steering wheel tighter.

“No. Yes…
I don’t know,” I really didn’t.

“Did you fuck him?”

“What?”

“Need clarification?” Jase pulled over and
turned towards me, “Has he been inside of you Carly?”
Oh shit here we go
, I closed my eyes. “I can still see you baby, and I know he hasn’t. I bet he hasn’t even had his hands or mouth around those perfect little tits of yours, caressing or sucking those hard red… fuck,” he groaned and closed his eyes.

His words were more heated when he continued
“I bet he hasn’t gone down on you either. Tasted you, licked you, and ate you, like it was his fucking job baby. And there is no way in hell you have gone down on him. If that had happened… he would never be able to leave your side.” He leaned forward and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him and kissed my lips gently, “Has he kissed these sweet lips, Baby?” He did not give me time to respond when I felt his tongue piercing against my lips and I opened my mouth and met his tongue. He groaned and reached between us and lifted the console that was separating us. He reached to the side of the seat and his seat reclined all the way back. He pulled me onto him as he continued kissing me.

Finally I pulled back, needing to breathe needing space, an
d wanting nothing but more of what he was giving me. “I can’t.”

“
Can’t what,” he sat up and kissed my neck and my head rolled to the side giving him more room to roam. His hand rubbed lightly over my chest. Even with a sweater and a coat on I could feel him and my back arched on its own, pushing into his hand further, “That’s it, Baby.”

He continued kissi
ng me as he started unzipping my coat. The zipper stuck and he let out a sound, something between a growl and a deep frustrated chuckle. I pulled back until I was against the steering wheel and then he closed his eyes, “Talk to me.”

“You…GOD Jase! This is so wrong,” I climbed off him and sat in the
passenger seat and he sat up and banged his head on the steering wheel which made me laugh.

“
It’s not funny, Baby,” he shook his head and reached down making the seat go back up. “Let me ask you a question-- you said this was wrong, what part of that felt wrong to you? Because nothing has ever felt so fucking right to me.”

I looked out the window
unable to respond because if I was truthful the only part that felt wrong was when it stopped.

“You feel it too. You know I’
ve not had sex in almost five months,” he smiled and looked at me.

“Well
, I can beat that,” I whispered and looked down. “Maybe that’s it Jase. Maybe we should just fuck and get it over with. Then maybe when I have to come back here and visit, you won’t be around every corner or sitting next to me on the rock at the beach when you really aren’t even there. Or when I look at the stupid tree in the front yard it won’t remind me of sneaking out my damn window to come see you. And maybe I will stop looking for the lavender panties I have been missing since you left!” Jase smirked and looked away. “And speaking of, how the hell does Xavier know about my fucking panties?!”

Jase looked up and smiled, dimple winked and he laughed, “If I tell you
, do you promise you won’t be pissed at me?” I scowled and he smiled, “Oh that’s right you are already pissed at me. Open the glove box,” he pointed, “Go ahead.”

I opened the glove
box and sitting inside folded up were my missing lavender panties, “You stole my underwear!”

“Was either that or take you virginity and leave you. I chose the panties,” Jase laughed at himself.

“That doesn’t explain how he knew!”

“
Let’s just say you have been on all three of their faces at one point since then,” he winked and started the SUV.

“That’s disgusting!”

“As I told them when I walked out and found them passing the panties, you’re mine. They sniffed once and if they do it again I’ll cut them when they are asleep,” Jase looked at me.

“I am not yours,” I looked away.

“Keep lying to yourself. I tried that, and it didn’t work out for me.”