Twisted Tides (Forged Hearts #2)

Chapter Six

EVIE

“Concrete Jungle” by Bad Omens

I straighten in my chair, giving him my partial truth, as I shimmy myself farther up my barstool. “It reminds me of man’s downfall from the Garden of Eden.” My tone is seductive, and I love how his eyes blaze with a commanding authority that makes my skin prickle with awareness. I feel so dopey, drunk on his essence that I want to drown in it, but I control my emotions, appearing unaffected.

He takes another drink of his old-fashioned, and I lick my lips. I imagine tasting the orange and smokey oak flavors while sucking the cherry remnants from his tongue.

I lap up a bead of alcohol on my lip before it threatens to roll off my own. My throat feels hot, and the amber liquid in my glass is only helping to stoke the fire instead of extinguish it. I’m burning, alight with lust and want that I haven’t felt before.

He groans at my remark, showing just how affected he is by my words. “Somehow, I don’t doubt that at all, Eve.”

I hold my head up, supported by my hand. My pensive stare holds his own, until I cannot bear to look at him any longer for fear of leaning in and kissing this stranger at the bar.

“And what about you? What should I call you, pretty boy?” But I don’t have to wait long for his response.

He lifts his head and, without hesitation, replies, “Jameson.”

“Jameson,” I repeat, and he silently nods. I take another swallow of my drink, and I feel it go down hard, burning all the way down into the pit of my stomach.

He gulps, watching me devour the remaining amber liquid in one go. Maybe I affect him like he affects me.

“Why do I get the feeling that that is your real name— Jameson?” I want to see how he answers this question. I will be able to tell if he is lying.

He leans in closer. I sit motionless, feeling the heat of his breath caress my cheek.

“Because it is.”

I turn slightly to look him in the eye and fight the urge to look away. Our stare is so intense that I feel as though I can read his innermost desires. I pause for a minute, contemplating my following words. “Why did you tell me your real name?” I’m confused by his brutal honesty. He is a puzzle that I want to solve.

So he tells me without reservation, “I just want to hear my name on your lips.”

And there it is—the truth. My lips part, but I don’t speak while his unspoken words swirl in the air, coating me with a silent embrace.

I just want to hear your name on my lips. I hear it echo over and over again in my head. I go to twist the ring on my finger out of instinct, but it isn’t there, reminding me of all we lost. I clench my fists.

It was the moment that changed my life.

Sometimes, I rage so hard that I need to gain some semblance of control. The guardian angel that saved me that day was a protective force in my life and my constant the days after—my brother Mateo.

The therapy helped me cope after my assault with my frequently occurring anxiety attacks, and the self-defense classes helped to curb my ever-present anger. This anger never diminished in intensity, so I am here tonight—at The Heavenly Pearl sex club—about to lose myself in a man I just met but want to get lost in forever. His blatant honesty was refreshing. I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

I clench my thighs together at the thought, except it no longer is a thought. It’s a very real possibility.

I lean into Jameson and swear he thinks I’m about to kiss him. Instead, I stand and walk away from the bar. The coldness settles in as his body’s warmth diminishes with each step I take away from him. I turn back to see his head hanging, and he turns to look at me with almost what can be described as sadness.

He also looks like he is stopping himself from running after me.

My lips curl up into a smile, and I lift my hand out to him in an invitation to join me. He doesn’t hesitate and immediately takes long strides to reach me.

He takes my hand in his, and his eyes sparkle with excitement. I look at our hands entwined, and I feel a buzz cascading over my skin, causing my body to break out in a shiver. A warmth spreads over me, and I feel like I need to shed my clothing for entirely different reasons than just to cool off.

I lead Jameson past the bar and the small dance floor, but nobody bothers to look our way. We reach a hall, and I walk past the room numbers until I get to the one I reserved for tonight. Did I expect to use it? I was still deciding on that possibility, but after my conversation with Jameson at the bar, things have escalated pretty quickly, and I want nothing more than to use it now, with him.

I press my finger on the door keypad, and it clicks open. Due to safety concerns, cards get lost, keys are never used as they could be lost, and pockets aren’t a thing here. No money is used in transactions; everything is automatically deducted from your card in real time. Your fingerprint is taken at entry to confirm and activate any rooms you may have requested in advance or at least the fingerprint associated with your name. It makes sense, and I love how much thought whoever designed the system had put into it. It’s obvious safety was this person’s priority, and I love that.

I push the door open, and dim lighting illuminates the room’s features. Walking in, I release Jameson’s hand. It falls silently, and I already miss the connection. He stands there looking at me. I undo my corset and let the string hang around the sides. I shimmy out of my short skirt and kick it off my body, tossing it onto a chair. I remove the corset and let my breasts hang as I place it near my skirt. I leave my spiked boots with red soles on because they look hot as fuck.

I can see Jameson gulp, and he stands there unmoving. His eyes roam over my body, and the desire he feels toward me is evident by his growing erection tenting his pants. He moves his hand over his hard length, attempting to be subtle, but I notice everything.

Before he can move toward me, I speak my first order. “Take off your clothes and sit on the bed, Jameson.”

He tilts his head to the side, trying to understand the situation, and I raise an eyebrow at him in challenge. He quirks his lip up and nods in understanding and does as he is told. He doesn’t look away but slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt, pulls his arms free, and grabs behind him to pull his undershirt off, placing it on the chair beside my clothes. He toes his shoes off and unfastens his belt and pants. I hear the zipper make a loud noise followed by his pants as they hit the floor. He picks them up and removes his socks, placing the remainder of his clothes on the chair with the rest. He remains in his red silk boxers as he goes to sit on the edge of the bed right in front of me.

Walking over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress, and moving my body to kneel behind him, I lean over and whisper in his ear, “Good boy, Jameson.” I kiss over his ear and lick down his neck, sucking his flesh into my mouth. His head tilts back, lips parted.

I run my pointed fingernails up and down his back, and this time, when I come up, I move my hand into his hair and massage his scalp. My hand roams down his shoulders and his arms, kneading and touching my way around his body. Goose bumps spread across his flesh as my nails scratch around the front of his chest, drawing a circle around each nipple.

A moan escapes his mouth, and I smile, knowing how aroused he must be. The tip of his cock is leaking precum from the slit as it gifts me an appearance of this man’s well-endowed cock from this angle. I am in the moment of a pure nurture mode. I want to hold and comfort him. Instead, I put my body flush with his, and my breasts touch his back.

He lifts his hand, and I wrap my arms around him, placing his hand back on his legs. I lick around his shoulder, trailing a path upward to his neck and back to his shoulder. I apply pressure with my teeth and bite him. He moans and I lift my head to look and see where my teeth broke through the skin. I love that I marked him.

When we part ways tomorrow, I will have left him with a reminder of tonight. When he sees this in the mirror, he’ll remember when he was mine, even if it was only for a night.

I repeat this over several areas of his neck and back. He tilts his head back, as I kiss around, moving up to his cheek. He tilts his head forward as his lips meet mine. His hand reaches up, grabbing my hair, pushing my mouth into his. He takes over the kiss, and his tongue forces its way toward mine. Dueling for dominance, I feel consumed and struggle to regain control of my feelings.

I bite his lip hard, interrupting the moment.

Jameson sucks in a deep breath and breaks the kiss. He looks at me, and I notice blood beads on his lower lip where I nicked it, and he rubs at it. I stand and move away from the bed. He touches and licks at his lip where I bet he is wondering why I did that. I could feel myself falling and couldn’t allow myself to feel more than that for someone I really don’t know.

I stand before him, and he stares at me, watching and waiting for my next move. “Can you do as you’re told, Jameson?”

He tilts his head, realizing what game I’m playing. He nods.

“I need your words, babe.”

“I can.” His eyes never leave mine.

This is the only way I can do this, but I can’t tell him. I lower my thong, flicking it toward the rest of my clothing. Jameson watches closely as I discard the scrap of material. He raises his line of sight to rest on my shaved pussy. He continues to stare when I part my folds with my fingers, circling my clit. I dip a finger into my pussy and trail its wetness back up and use it to circle my clit once more. Jameson licks his lips.

“Do you want a taste, babe?”

His eyes meet mine, and the lust behind them is intoxicating. He nods. “Yes, please.”

I smile at his good manners. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” I walk closer to him and stop. He wants to reach out to me, but I shake my head at him, giving him my next set of instructions. “Take your boxers off, climb onto the bed, and lie down on your back.”

He immediately complies as he stands to take off his boxers, placing them next to my wet panties and crawling up the bed. I see his sack hanging heavy as his thick cock juts outward. He lays back on the bed as instructed, and I walk over to him, crawling from the base of the bed up his body.

I feel his body tighten, struggling to control his urge to flip me over and ravish mine. If I was any ordinary girl, I’d probably love that, but I’m not. I’m fucked up, and I can’t let him have control. I’ll unravel, and he doesn’t know me or my history. I need to protect myself from him and everyone else.

“Give me your hands.”

He looks at me, and I point to the cuffs hanging by the bed. They are soft and meant to restrain but not harm.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” His question holds a note of hurt, but I swallow down the words I should say. Ones meant to be cold and direct. Instead, I allow him a little truth.

“I’d like you to one day, but not today.”

He searches my eyes for the truth, and they soften briefly, allowing him a small glimpse of my vulnerability. He nods, accepting this very well, knowing there may not be more than today.

He holds out his hands for me to secure to the sides of the bed. I smile at his complacency. “Good boy.”

I take one hand, restrain it in the cuff, and do the same to the other. He gives them each a tug to demonstrate that he is indeed secured, and I am glad he understands my need for this tonight.

He sits back, awaiting my next move. As I move to sit on his chest, my wetness coats him, and his gaze drops down between my legs. I lean back and spread my legs, allowing him an up-close view. He inhales deeply and moans. Then he blows on my exposed lips. I feel a shiver rack my body as I look at the desire he feels for me. “Do you want to lick me, Jameson?”

He nods, making eye contact with me. “You know I do, sweetheart.”

I smile at his term of endearment. I shimmy upward and see his head lift off the pillows, but it isn’t necessary. I hover above him, giving him all the access he needs to lick me up and down. “Fuck, Jameson, just like that.” I throw my head back, as he repeats the action. I spread my lips for him, and he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. My orgasm that was building explodes as I almost lose consciousness. I feel weak as the last of my climax ebbs while I’m still shamelessly riding his face. My hips ease their bucking and I feel satiated. I took what I needed, and I am unapologetic for it.

As I still my movements, I feel him smile underneath me. “What are you smiling about, Jameson?” I chuckle at him, knowing how self-assured he is in the fact that he got me off—and what an orgasm it was. I shake my head as I lift off him.

With a smirk he says, “And no hands, huh?”

My cheeks are flushed, and the smile on his face is enough to knock the wind out of me.

God, he’s so beautiful.

I move down where his long length is there for the taking. “Let’s see if you’re still smiling after I suck your soul through your cock.”