Breaking through the Bond (Espen Jetties #2)

3. Jamie

3

JAMIE

“Can I get a vodka on the rocks?” I asked the bartender when he stopped in front of me.

I could hear the shitty tone to my voice. There was just nothing I could do about it at the moment. The entire goal of coming out was to wash away the bad fucking mood Tim managed to put me in within thirty minutes of arriving at his place.

What made me think that going to my brother’s house for dinner would lead to anything other than a fight? It hadn’t in the last couple of months. Often when I saw him, I hoped we could get back to the relationship we used to have. The one where he didn’t have a judgmental comment for every decision in my life. Not fucking likely . Tonight started off well with Vanessa, Tim’s wife, running the conversation. Then the topic of work came up and quickly turned into how I happened to be wasting my life. And at forty years old, I should want more than drinking, partying, and working for a guy whose brain couldn’t compare to mine.

I’d never tell Tim I agreed with him about my job, but what was the other option? Live off my trust fund? Not a good idea. I’d end up getting myself into trouble. And there was no way I planned on starting a company of my own like my big bro. At least having somewhere I had to be every weekday morning by nine kept me from doing too many things I might regret.

Tonight, however, if I did a few things I might regret tomorrow morning, I had to say I didn’t think I’d be sad about that. Starting with waking up extremely hungover.

The bartender slid the drink in front of me and I didn’t waste time taking the first sip, letting the slight burn settle me. Would Tim ever let be me? Besides my job, there was nothing about my life that I wanted to change. Things were good.

Well, except the nights I agreed to have dinner with my brother, which only led me out to the clubs to drink and to find a man to pound me into the mattress until I forgot about the bullshit. I downed the vodka and ordered another.

It had to be almost an hour later when I was feeling relaxed enough to step onto the dance floor. The alcohol releasing the tension in my muscles, letting me enjoy the feel of a warm body against mine as we danced until we grew tired of the clothes between us. I headed back to the bar.

With so many choices of sexy men, I felt a set of eyes on me. What I didn’t expect was to find Kingston Walker of the Espen Jetties running his eyes down my body. I didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on my cock. The tight white jeans had been a great decision as I left my place tonight. While he perused every inch of me, I debated the risk of going home with one of the main faces of the Jetties. I’d spent enough time keeping my name from being tied to my brother’s. The last thing I needed were the papers digging into the little brother of Tim Deary, owner of the Espen Emperors.

When warm hazel eyes connected with mine, I found the corner of my lips kicking up in a smirk. What had I said about regrets? Why not add one more to the list? I found myself unable to say no when he offered to buy me a drink.

“A drink sounds perfect, but I’m happy to tell you my name if you ask.”

He took a step closer. “What is it?”

Kingston was only about an inch taller than me. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Name’s Jamie, but I hope that’s not all you want to know about me tonight, Mr. Walker.”

He groaned and placed his hand on my hip. “Call me King. How about we dance and have a few drinks? Then we can see where the night takes us.”

“I like the sound of that. Let’s start with a vodka on the rocks.”

We ordered the drinks, but I knew to stop at one. The effects from the first few drinks still had me riding high. And considering the sexy as fuck man standing beside me, I wanted to remember the feel of his beard as it rubbed over my skin. The way the muscles, clearly defined in his tight shirt, held me down as he slid in and out of me.

“I’m guessing you watch hockey.”

I shrugged. “Sometimes.” Which was the truth, I’d watched the Stanley Cup Finals. I’d even caught a few games when Kasper and Marcus invited me to watch from their box. No need to admit that though. I spent too much time concealing my ties to Tim to lay them all out there.

“Not your favorite?” King chuckled. I knew enough about him from the media that he liked the attention.

“Let’s just say, I don’t have a favorite sport, but I do enjoy when athletes are willing to be themselves.” I winked.

King’s eyes traveled down my body once again and I let him look his fill, thanking every deity up there that I’d decided to wear my favorite black mesh shirt. I knew it showed off the hard work I put in at the gym.

No need to sit and get to know each other. I knew enough by looking at him that we could be on fire in the bedroom. I tipped the glass back and swallowed the rest of the liquid, letting it warm me even more from the inside out. “Dance?” I asked.

King finished off his beer and put the bottle on the bar. Sparks hit me when he put his hand on the small of my back, walking with me to the dance floor. The moment our bodies came together, I knew this had been the perfect choice. King wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me close enough our groins aligned. He was already hard. With a groan, I ground into him, swaying my hips to the sultry bass of the music.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as we danced. One song blended into another, and I found myself drawn to the electric connection sizzling between us. It was easy to get lost in his hazel gaze, which seemed greener under the dim lighting of the dance floor. Everywhere he touched me sent waves of heat through me. Our bodies moved as one without breaking eye contact.

King slid his hands from my waist to cup my ass, and I couldn’t stop the sound of need when it left my throat as I imagined him doing the same with our clothes gone. King leaned forward running his tongue along my ear. “We can stay here and dance or you can come home with me and find out how we feel together with nothing on. What do you say?”

Great minds and all that. I wrapped my hand around his neck, yanking him forward until I mashed our lips together. Immediately, I dragged my tongue across the seam of his lips. He didn’t waste a second, opening and letting me in. There was not an inch of space between us while our tongues tangled and my dick begged for more.

I wanted more, but more couldn’t happen in the middle of a dance floor. I tore my mouth from his. His pupils dilated, making his eyes almost black. “Does that answer your question?”

King took my hand, leading me to the front door of the club. We stepped out into the warm summer air and the humidity pressed in on me, although nothing could stop the throbbing in my cock.

“Where’s your car?”

“I took an Uber.”

King pulled out his phone. “I’ll have one here in a few.”

A white SUV pulled up. King climbed in behind the driver’s seat. As I reached for the handle, I adjusted my rock-hard cock. The tight pants were great for picking up guys. Though my dick didn’t always like the constriction before I got them off.

Once the car was in motion, King moved his hand along the inside of my thigh. Fire raced through me. Hopefully, he lived close before I combusted. All my earlier worries and frustrations were gone. The only frustration I had in the moment was the need to come. I leaned across the seat, taking his lips with mine. If I couldn’t touch more of him, I could taste the beer on his lips.

The car had barely come to a stop in front of a building before King was flinging the door open, tugging on my hand. I followed him out of the car and into the lobby. Thank fuck there was an elevator there open and waiting for us. I didn’t stop moving until my back hit the wall of the elevator with King pressed tight up against me.

He pushed the button for his floor and continued to ravage my mouth. Cupping his hands over my jaw, he tilted my head to push his tongue deeper. He dominated every moment of the kiss, and it was exactly what I’d been looking for when I left my place tonight. The desire. The passion. The spark I hadn’t felt for a man I went to bed with in a long while. King had it all.

Somewhere in the foggy recesses of my brain, I heard the sound of the elevator opening. King guided us out and down the hall, all while keeping us connected from head to toe. It wasn’t until we reached a door that he broke the connection. Keys in one hand, he kept the other wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. He had to know by now there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

While he unlocked the door, I leaned forward and bit down lightly on his bottom lip. A tortured moan left his lips. “You’re killing me, Jamie.”

The door opened and King pushed it shut, locking it, already moving us down the hall to a door on the left. I didn’t get a chance to look at anything until we stepped into a bedroom. A large king-sized bed sat in the center. Black wood with a gray comforter caught my eye. My dick and my brain didn’t care about anything else but getting King naked.

He stepped up close and I reached for the hem of his shirt. Wanting to run my fingers all over the muscles I could see straining the fabric of his clothes. He lifted his arms, letting me pull the shirt over his head. Mine was gone next and King was on his knees, running his tongue along my abs. His beard doing delicious things to me.

“Fuck. That feels amazing, but my dick would love some attention too.”

King gazed up at me and reached for the hem of my jeans. “Demanding. Let’s see what we can do about these pants.” He palmed my dick. “I bet you want to be free.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or my dick.

“More than you can imagine.” He lowered the zipper. It started slow and for a moment, I worried he was going to be one giant tease when we both wanted to get off, then in the blink of an eye, my pants were around my ankles on the floor. My cock sprang free, begging for attention.

“Commando, my favorite.”

“You can fuck me all night as long as you start touching it.” I clenched my teeth when his callused fingers wrapped around my cock. “That’s it,” I moaned.

“There’s much more to come.”

King took hold of my waist and spun me around to face the bed. I planted my hands on the comforter to keep my balance when my cheeks were pulled apart and a warm tongue swept through my crease.

“Jesus fuck.” I gripped the gray fabric, bunching it in my hands.

“You like this?”

I glanced over and blew out a breath. “I fucking love it. Keep going.”

King ran his tongue over his lower lip while his gaze held mine. Without looking, he helped me out of my shoes and pants. I pressed my ass back. King took the hint and circled my hole with his tongue. Each little lick was like a bolt of lightning straight to my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on not coming.

When his tongue speared inside, I practically choked and squeezed a hand around my dick to stop the orgasm that sat right at the surface. I couldn’t remember a time when a bed partner had worked me over so thoroughly and just with his mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I chanted into the room. “If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m gonna lose it.”

The warm mouth disappeared. “We wouldn’t want that.” There was movement behind me, but I was far too gone to look. I knew the view of those broad shoulders and, no doubt, impressive cock as he stripped would do me in with how closely I was hanging on to the edge.

All my senses alive, I heard the popping of the lube cap followed by the tearing of foil. King leaned over my back and his cock wedged between my cheeks. “Yes,” I choked out.

“You’re fucking delicious.”

A cool finger circled my rim and slipped inside easily. The burn was what I craved. That sharp bite of pain. It wasn’t long before he was using two and scissoring them. I reached back and grabbed his hand. “Good enough. I want your cock.”

“Who am I to deny such a request?” His fingers were gone, only to be replaced by the blunt head of his dick. King had to be a master at reading people. He didn’t bother with the slow entry, instead surging forward.

A shout left my lips and I was yanked up to standing. King wrapped one arm across my chest and the other over my stomach. “Mmm, you like it hard, don’t you?” He gently bit the shell of my ear.

“Fuck, yes.”

He started a rhythm that made black spots appear in my vision. The only reason we didn’t fall to the bed with how hard he pounded into me was sheer strength on both our parts.

King licked across my shoulder and up my neck. “There isn’t any part of you I don’t want to taste.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel. Feel and enjoy as he hit my prostate with every thrust. His tongue reached my ear and he bit down hard on the lobe.

“Christ, King.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. Cum shot from my dick, jet after jet.

King continued to thrust, his shouts filling the room as my ass clamped down hard around his cock. One last thrust and he held me tight to him, a guttural groan shaking his entire body.

Sweat dripped from my temples, but I had never felt so thoroughly fucked and overtaken by someone. King pulled from my body, and I fell forward onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. A few moments later, a warm rag ran down my crack.

“Get under the covers.” King gave my ass a light smack.

I didn’t usually stay after sex, more than ready to get back to my own place, but something about staying here with King called to me. It was definitely something I didn’t understand and had never experienced before.

He moved around to the other side of the bed and crawled beneath the sheets. Something even deeper drew me to move in next to him and rest my head on his chest when he lifted his arm. Warmth surrounded me and my eyes grew heavy.

Ass the best kind of sore and my mind blissfully numb, I knew there was one surefire truth…one night with Kingston Walker wouldn’t be enough.