Rapture 2: a BWWM, Alpha Male Romance (3 page)

“Mmm
hmm
, okay. You better not be thinking about another woman. I know that. I called your name three times and wasn’t nobody home. Just be glad that I’m too excited to dig into those thoughts!” she said, leaning over to peck me on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, babe. It won’t happen again,” I promised, pulling her close to me just as we pulled up at Frontierland to off board.

“I swear this place is
everything
I always dreamed it would be, Rush. I can’t get over the fact that I’m even here. I’m a grown ass woman excited about a place that probably only excites kids up until the age of twelve!” she laughed. “But hell, I don’t care. I’m gonna own that. I’m mesmerized.”

“Don’t let that type of bullshit factor into how you feel about all of this. Take it all in, baby. You have every right to your feelings. Shit, there’s a kid in all of us. Fuck what anybody thinks about it.”

“Exactly, baby. Fuck what anybody thinks,” she said, smiling. “I’m about to fan out over Mickey, Minnie, Tinkerbelle, Goofy, and all of the rest of ‘em!”

THREE

Lafayette, CA

Residence of Lance Cambridge

“Daddy, can I speak to you for a few minutes in private?”

“Oh boy,” Lance sighed. “What’s going on?”

“I just need to talk to you,” Jamie answered.

Lance looked at the distraught look on his daughter’s face. He put a gentle hand across her shoulders. “Yeah, of course sweetheart, let’s go into my bar room so I can pour me some Cognac.”

When they were behind the closed door of her father’s bar room, he poured himself a double shot. They took seats next to each other. Jamie burst into tears almost immediately.

“Daddy! How can you be so nonchalant about all of this? Like, really. Rush has already shut me out. He hasn’t answered a single one of my calls since he left here yesterday. I don’t know what to do!”

“You do nothing, Jamie. Reacting to this bullshit is for nothing. Who gains? Nobody.”

“Daddy, come on. How can you say that? We kept an entire child from him! An entire part of him that he knew nothing about. A daughter! How are you this calm, dad?”

“I’m calm because I don’t lend energy to people when they’re being ungrateful. When Rush calms down, he’ll realize that every action taken during that time was for him. Look at how far his career got. I mean, he could’ve gone even further, but that’s another story. Look at his successes. Do you think any of that would’ve come to pass if he had a leech tugging at his pant leg during that time?”

Jamie’s head was spinning. She was hurting and dying a slow death on the inside. She couldn’t believe that she had been a part of such a large secret from the person she was closest to in the world. At the time their father had convinced her that it was the best thing, and in her naïve state, she had gone along with it. And it wasn’t hard for her to do. She wanted the best for her brother. Rush was only twenty-three years old and at the height of his career! Back when Janae tracked Jamie down and asked her to get in touch with Rush because she was set to deliver his child, the only thing Jamie could think to do was alert their father. Rush was on the road, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to disrupt any of what he had going on to drop a bomb on him that significant. Who waits until they’re about to pop to tell a man they’re having their child anyway? Not to mention that if said person didn’t have a way to get in touch with Rush, then their little fling must not have meant that much to him!

Those were the plethora of thoughts Jamie operated from
at that time
. Now…
now
she could see that those thoughts were dead ass wrong on all levels, but back then it didn’t seem wrong at all. The more Jamie went over the day in her mind, and the subsequent chain of events thereafter, she saw for the first time just how horrendous it all was. What if I had been her? How scared she must have been to go through a pregnancy alone!
And the child
…
shit
! But now it was too late. Her tears began to pour down her face as she buried her face into her hands and sobbed.

“The crying and the panicking are starting to get on my nerves, Jamie,” her father calmly stated, finishing off his Cognac, and setting his glass down. “What’s done is done. We can’t take back the last nine years. We just can’t. Rush had no business mingling with that family after that coke head Jacob character, and his antics. No business whatsoever!” he proclaimed. “It was wonderful when that scum went on with his life and joined the NFL, got himself a whole new set of friends, and nobody heard from him. The constant foolishness playing out on every sports channel, and news outlet was inescapable, but at least he was gone. Rush was free and clear of the garbage. But then to go and bed that idiot’s sister…!
After the fact
? That was dumb and irresponsible.”

“Dad—” Jamie started. But then she realized that no amount of what she had to say would resonate with the man before her.

Her father was of the belief that all his actions—in whatever capacity—were
always
the right ones. It’s who he had always been, and she had been too busy being Daddy’s little girl to realize the many indiscretions he had committed. At the time it made sense, but now sitting listening to her father go on and on about a child that was
his grandchild
,
with zero remorse
made Jamie view him in a whole other light. Yes, she had played her very own part in the fiasco too, but at least she had some feelings about it all. He had none.

What the fuck have I done
? she asked herself, as she stared through her father in a daydream-type trance.
What the fuck have I done
?

“Did you hear me, Jamie?”

“Yeah, I heard you,” she lied. She was done listening to him, and she was done talking to him. “I’m gonna go ahead and grab Greg and head home,” she said, standing. She wanted to make her exit as quickly as possible, but before she could, her father stood and opened his arms for her to walk into. She hesitated briefly. The last thing she wanted to do was to hug him. But then she ended up complying with the gesture and walking into the arms that had always provided her with comfort and love.

When they broke from their embrace, he instructed her to, “Drive safely, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay, Dad,” Jamie responded. She turned to make her exit, not once looking back at him.

Jamie was distraught. Her relationship with Rush was the one that meant the most to her, from childhood until now. He was her sounding board, her go-to, her big brother, and now that had all been demolished, and it was a pain that Jamie was unsure that she could bounce back from. Although she and Rush were technically only half siblings, there was never that title placed on them. But now, in a matter of what seemed like seconds, they were no more. He wouldn’t answer her calls, he wouldn’t respond to any text messages, and Jamie had a feeling that even after he had calmed down, talking to her wouldn’t be the first thing on his list of to-do’s.

~*~*~

Greg looked over at a detached Jamie. “What’s wrong, honey?” he asked, concerned. “Things seemed tense in there tonight.” He reached over to grab her hand into his as they drove toward her house. “You know you can talk to me about anything, Jamie. I’m here for you.”

Jamie sat in silence for a few minutes. She didn’t really know what to say to Greg without divulging too much, and regardless of how chaotic things had gotten, she refused to allow anyone, including her own boyfriend, in that deeply. They were family secrets that needed to be resolved within the family before bringing in anyone that was external to the process.

“I know you’re there for me, sweetheart. I’ll be okay, though.”

“You’ll be okay even sooner if you talked to me,” he insisted. “I’m sure I can help even if it’s something as small as a massage when we make it inside.”

She turned in his direction, and smiled. “I was thinking of going in alone tonight, Greg. I’ve just got so much on my mind, and I just—”

“No worries. I understand. I’ll drop you off and then I’ll just give you a call tomorrow to see how things are. How does that sound?”

“That sounds wonderful.
You’re wonderful
, and I appreciate you realizing that space to myself doesn’t necessarily mean space away from you. I need someone who understands that.”

“I certainly do,” he responded softly, as his thumb grazed along the side of her hand.

Greg was the sweetest, kindest man that Jamie had ever dealt with. He was a shoe-in for husband material. And she knew that because his boyfriend skills exceeded her expectations. He was a great kisser, an even better listener, and gentle when it came to lovemaking. He was never overly persistent about anything. Whatever she wanted, she need only ask, and he was at her every beck and call. But there came a time where being the soft man wasn’t always the best thing. It was why tonight Jamie needed to send Greg on his way so she could make room for a man that could challenge all her womanly desires. She needed to be fucked into oblivion so that she could venture to a place of numbness. She needed a rough touch, she needed her hair pulled, and her ass spanked. Hell, she wouldn’t even be opposed to being tied the fuck up. She deserved to be punished, and she welcomed it. She didn’t want to feel anything and a good dick-down from a man who knew how to give it to her, was what she craved.

At her front door, Jamie kissed Greg passionately before heading inside to prepare for her escapade. She showered, applied a generous layer of her favorite peach lotion all over her body, and made sure that her full supply of condoms was on deck. She made sure the lights were dim, and that music was softly playing in the background. After everything was set, Jamie headed to her wet bar where she took out a bottle of Patron and poured a double shot. She then chased her drink with lemon-lime RockStar. She had always been a lightweight with the liquor, so a single shot would’ve done the trick. However, she wanted that extra reinforcement, and she got it. Minutes after the final gulp, all the feelings of guilt that tried to infiltrate her conscience were defeated and sent far away.

“
Yes
,” she said to herself, as the liquor’s effects began to take over. “Ready, set, action…”

An hour later, her company entered the front door. Once the door was closed behind him, she handed him a pair of cuffs and extended her wrists to him. “Cuff me,” she said, smiling wickedly.

“In due time,” her visitor remarked, taking the cuffs from her hands.

Twenty-five minutes later, Jamie was on the plush chocolate and cream carpet on her living room floor, comfortably situated on all fours, and her ass cheeks spread as far as they could go while her lover’s sheathed rod was tucked deep inside her. Soon she lost control in a wave of multiple orgasms as she backed up into her lover with every bit of strength she could muster. She screamed out in ecstasy; all her inhibitions out the door, as she screamed Kenneth’s name through the large space.

“That was sooo amazing, Ken!” Jamie yelled, slowly descending from her high. “If I smoked cigarettes, this would be one of those moments. It’s celebratory, almost,” she confided.

Her partner released an exasperated sigh, and fell onto the floor to gather his strength. “We can’t keep doing this, Jamie. You’re my boss’s daughter—”

“Somehow, I don’t think that would really be an issue for him.”

Kenneth nodded his head slightly, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Well, there’s that,
and
you’re practically married,” he said. “Being a bad girl isn’t a nice thing,” he said, smiling. “Especially when you have a man who worships the ground you walk on.”

“I don’t want to hear all of that right now, Ken. You’re really killing the vibe up in here. And why do that? You like the fun, right?” she asked, sliding her leg up and down his thigh. “Why mess up things? We can be each other’s sometimes pleasure.”

“You’re playing with fire though. And honestly, as much fun as it is, this has to be it,” he confessed. “I mean, I play a lot, but I do like the option to play for keeps, and this ain’t that, Jamie. You know that.”

“I do, Kenneth. But it’s
so
much fun, though,” she purred, still slightly tipsy. “You have someone, don’t you? You’ve never had a problem with this in all the time we’ve been creeping.”

He smiled at her. “You got me. It’s something like that.”

“I knew it,” she giggled. “So now who’s being bad?”

“I guess that would be us both.”

“I guess it would be. And since that’s the case, then how about one for the road since you’re cutting me off after this?” she posed.

It took Kenneth less than two minutes before he re-dressed his man meat, reached for the handcuffs, and got ready for his and Jamie’s last rodeo.