Reckless Retribution (West Warriors Book 1) (20 page)

Taking my beer, I walked into his front room and sat down at the edge of the couch, leaning against the armrest. I looked around the room at the little bit of décor that I wasn’t able to see last time I was here, due to the amount of bodies that was squashed in. He had more photographs on the windowsill, and I made a mental note to look at them later, but right now, I wanted to look through his DVD collection to see what films he was into, eager to find out more about him. I opened the door of his entertainment center, and there were tons of them, comedy stand-ups, all the
Stars Wars
,
Rocky
films,
Lord of the Rings….
Then, where his comedy films were, I found my ultimate favorite film,
Superbad,
and plucked it from its place on the shelf.

“Do you wanna put that on?” he asked, entering the room.

“Yeah, okay,” I said surprised that he actually wanted to spend time with me and not just whisk me upstairs and be done with me. Putting the DVD on, he came and sat next to me on the couch. Leaning me forward, he scooted behind me, laying his legs lengthways along the cushion, his elbow propped on the armrest. He gestured for me to do the same, so we were spooning.
Relaxing back into him, I felt his nose in my hair, inhaling it quietly, and it sent shivers down my spine. Sighing contently, he tucked his left arm across my waist, pulling me farther back into him, and boy did it feel good.
It was the nicest thing I’d experienced in a long time.

We sat and watched the whole film, laughing our way through it, only moving to take turns getting beers. Jamie’s husky laugh was like music to my ears, and I wished I heard it more often. As the film credits rolled, he went quiet and drank the rest of his beer. I drank the rest of mine then turned on my back so I could look up at him. He looked down at me thoughtfully.

“I should go,” I said. I didn’t really want to go; I was just unsure of whether he’d changed his mind about us. I’d slept with the couple of boyfriends I’d had, but that was it. I’d never had a one-night stand before, and I didn’t know how it worked.

“Need to, or want to?” He put his mouth on the beer bottle he was holding and looked down at me, waiting for my answer. I knew I definitely didn’t want to go. “Can I kiss you first?” he asked softly. The way he asked for my permission was sweet, and my insides squirmed. Reaching over the armrest, he set his bottle down on the floor beside him then turned back to me. He stroked his thumb across my jaw and lowered his mouth to mine. I turned on my side to face him, and he scooted down so he was parallel with me. His kiss started out soft, but the intensity started to build. Cupping his face, I gently caressed his cheeks with my thumbs. They felt slightly rough under my touch, and a soft pant escaped him. I was aware that both of our breathing had accelerated somewhat, and the way he was kissing me sent volts of electricity between my legs.

“Will you stay?” he asked breathlessly. I didn’t even need to think about it. I nodded immediately. “C’mon.” He stood and led me upstairs by the hand.

Jamie’s bedroom walls were light gray, and a feature wall was decorated with some beautiful gray and cream damask wallpaper. Dark walnut flooring ran along the vast area of his bedroom, and his furniture, which consisted of a double wardrobe, dresser, and bedside tables, matched the flooring perfectly. I instantly fell in love with his huge wooden sleigh bed, complete with matching gray plaid bedding, and a comforter lying across the bottom. Again, I was impressed with Jamie’s taste in decor.

I sat down on his bed and watched as he stripped off his shirt, showcasing his broad chest and toned abs, revealing the tattoo on his right side, which read,
I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees
, in scripted blank ink. In the dim light of his room, he looked damn sexy standing there in just his sweats, and I wanted to devour him.

He walked over to where I was sitting and crouched a little, taking my mouth eagerly. The pressure of his kiss forced me to lie back on his bed, where he towered over me, resting his hands on either side of my head on the mattress and his feet still fixed on the floor. To my disappointment, he pulled away, and the look in his eyes told me he was contemplating something.

“Are you sure you want this?”

What? Alarm bells started to scream in my head that he was going to change his mind again. “Yes,” I breathed without hesitation. I had to remind myself that I’d made the decision to do this regardless of the consequences.

Like that was the answer he was looking for, his mouth came back to mine. He scooted me up to the middle of the bed and lay on top of me, his legs between mine. His hand went under my dress, squeezing my thigh tightly as he pressed himself into me. I ran my hands over his bare back, gently scraping my nails downward, and he let out a deep moan. Wanting to feel him, I lowered my hand to the soft material of his sweats, and curled my hand around him. He deeply moaned into my mouth as I took hold of him. I began to move my hands up and down, and more moans escaped him. Gripping his waistband, I began to pull his sweats down to free him, but he moved my hands away. “Not yet,” he panted.

I was aching for him, and it was killing me. He knelt over me and lifted my dress up over my head, revealing my black lace lingerie. He bit his lip and grinned his sexy smile in appreciation. His mouth moved on top of my breasts, while his fingers worked the clasp of my bra. Taking it off, he threw it to the floor. His tongue drew circles around each nipple before he sucked each one, sending pulses straight to my core.

Trembling with desperate need for him, I knew the only way it would stop would be when he was inside of me, and I needed that more than anything right now. I started for his waistband again, where he was practically straining to be freed. “Not yet,” he repeated.
Why the hell are you not taking them off?
I almost growled in frustration.

Enticingly, he placed soft butterfly kisses down my stomach, stopping at my panties. “Jamie…,” I breathed. He was getting closer and closer to the spot where I wanted him to take away all the ache I had for him. Hooking a finger under my panties, he pulled them down. I wriggled out of them and kicked them to the floor. Seeing he was still half dressed frustrated me. “Would you just take your sweats off?” I snapped.

He laughed quietly and stood up from the bed, and with a cocky smirk, he slid them down slowly and temptingly. First, showcasing the glistening head of his manhood, he then lowered them to expose his long shaft and dark, neat pubic hair, and lastly his balls. “Jesus, Jamie,” I groaned as he stepped out of his pants. He’d been commando this entire time.

“Not the usual response, but I like it.” He chuckled as he pulled a condom packet out of his bedside drawer and tore at the foil with his teeth. The way he rolled it down over himself nearly had me spontaneously combusting. There was something so carnal about a man holding himself, knowing how to pleasure himself. I started to wonder what it would be like to watch him jerk off.

“You like this?” He gave himself a few firm strokes, and captured by the moment, I felt my lips part and pants escaped me. His eyes were full of heat as he let go of himself and nestled back in between my legs. His erection lay against my stomach, teasing me. Not breaking his gaze, I took him in my hand again, and through the light sheath of the condom, I could feel every ridge along his length. His eyes fluttered closed and his head fell forward slightly as I worked my hand up and down a bit tighter and with more rhythm. He sucked in and bit down on his bottom lip, and with every stroke I made, a quiet whimper escaped him. When it got too much, he moved my hand away. “You like that?” I grinned.

Taking a ragged breath in, he shakily let it out. “Yeah.” His hand moved between my legs where his fingers touched and explored me, swirling around my core and dipping in and out of it. I could feel myself being brought to the very edge. Pressing my head back into the pillow, I tried to control myself. I didn’t want to come like this; I wanted to do it with him inside of me. “I can’t wait to sink myself inside of you. You feel so fucking good,” he said softly.

He parted my legs, moved down between them, and ran his tongue over my center. I cried out, gripping his bed sheet in my fists as his warm tongue made rhythmic patterns over and over. My head went dizzy and I could feel myself trembling. The amazing feeling suddenly stopped, and I snapped my eyes open to find him looking at me with that devilish grin of his. “Like that?” he asked, using my words against me.

“You’re a bad boy, Jamie O’Shea.” I placed my head back into the pillow, frustrated. “I need you now, Jamie, no messing around. Please?” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.

He gently shook his head and lay back over me, teasing my entrance with the tip of himself. “Not yet.”

His reluctance was driving me insane, and I hated how desperate he was making me for it. I started to push against him, trying to get him to enter me, but he was full of restraint. “Jamie, I want you, now!” I snapped, panting.

“Say please,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

“Please!” I begged immediately. With one thrust, he slid inside me, and the feeling was euphoric. From the deep groan that came out of him, I knew it felt good for him too. He didn’t take his eyes off me while he drove in and out. His thrusts came faster and harder, and more groans escaped him as he got nearer to the end. I could feel myself tightening and trembling around him.

“I’m gonna come so fucking hard.” His husky voice came in short, sharp breaths and it drove me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through my body.

“Fuuuuck!” He exploded noisily and collapsed on top of me, his body heaving with his breath.

My whole body was trembling with aftershocks. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, we lay there together breathless. Even under his heavy weight, it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to let him go just yet. When he had almost regained his breath back, he lifted his head up to look at me with heavy eyes. Little beads of sweat had formed on his forehead to showcase how hard he had just worked his body. “You okay?” He smiled eventually.

I just blinked and nodded. What just happened was out of this world. I’d never had sex like that before. I didn’t know it could be that intense or that good. Maybe it was because I’d just had shitty lays, or maybe it was just Jamie.

“That was something, huh?” He gently slid out of me, and I immediately missed the feel of him. I didn’t know if he was talking about his own performance or both, but I was still too stunned to talk. He playfully roused my hair before shuffling off the bed and walking to his bathroom, giving me a full view of his spectacular behind. I smiled at the
Warrior
tattoo across his shoulder blades. He certainly was a warrior—in the bedroom as well as inside the cage, that was for sure. I turned on my side, snuggling up in his bed, and wondered whether he was going to ask me to leave. I hoped not. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom and padded across the floor to bed. “Hey, any room for me in there?” He tugged at the sheets, freeing some space to climb inside.

I turned to face him. “You’re not gonna kick me out?”

“Nah, I’ll let you stay. But don’t tell the others. They’ll think I’m giving you preferential treatment.” He winked. I shook my head at him and he clicked off his lamp. I didn’t want to think of him with other girls. As I turned back on my side, he scooted up as close as he could to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, burying his face into my hair. I smiled to myself as I heard him lightly inhale. I noticed it was something he’d started doing. Enjoying the comfort of being wrapped in his arms again, I listened to the sound of his quiet breathing, which eventually evened out, and before I knew it, he was fast asleep.

When I woke up, it was early morning. The first light was creeping in through a slit in the thick gray curtains. I was snuggled into his chest and his arms were tightly wrapped around me. Lifting my head to look at him, he looked so peaceful and content. He trained hard all day, every day, so it was nice to see him fully rested. The comforting scent of his skin made a warm, fuzzy feeling bubble up inside me. I didn’t want the night to end. After watching him sleep for some time, my eyes felt heavy again.

The next thing I knew, Jamie was waking me up. Standing at the edge of the bed with a protein shake in his hand, he was dressed for training. “C’mon, get up.” He sounded grumpy.

“What time is it?” I said sleepily.

“It’s 8:30.”

Why on earth was he waking me up this early on a Sunday? “Where are you going?”

“I need to go for a run.” He ran his hand over his head and drank some of his shake.

I wanted him to come back to bed. “Need to, or want to?” I asked, watching his seemingly irritable mood. I knew something was up with him.

“Both,” he replied bluntly.

Okay, he was definitely moody. I didn’t have a clue why. Was it because he didn’t want me here, or because he was hungover? He certainly wasn’t being as nice as he was last night. I was too tired to care about his attitude, and I just needed to sleep some more. “Can you let me sleep, and I’ll go as soon as you come back?”

“You want me to leave you here while I go out for a run?”

He was looking at me like I was plotting to rob him. “I just want to sleep. I’m not going to touch anything.”

He paused, thinking. “Right, fine. I’ll be back in an hour, but then you need to go.”

Boy, he was not a morning person. I nodded, turned over, and watched him leave the room.

“Lauren, wake up.” I felt my shoulder being shoved. “Lauren?” he repeated sternly. I opened my eyes slowly, and he was standing there damp with a towel wrapped around his waist. His solemn expression was still the same. Obviously, his run hadn’t helped shift his mood. He picked my dress and bra up and placed them on the bed before walking out of his room, and I knew that was my cue to leave. He was definitely back to being Jamie, the ass. After having such a good night with him, I couldn’t understand why he was acting the way he was.

Dragging myself out of his bed, I got dressed and walked down the stairs, where he was waiting by the front door, fully dressed and looking sheepish. “Look, I’m sorry about last night. It shouldn’t have happened.” He shook his head, looking anywhere but at me.