Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three (25 page)

“Her husband,” Sophia answers.

“Yeah she said that too. She wanted her husband and she wanted
Dayne
.”

“Her husband and
Dayne
are the same person,
Dax
.”

“Yep, that’s what she kept saying. Then, she drove somewhere, only I
was lying on the seat and couldn’t see out the window. It was dark, that’s all
I know. I didn’t see any lights anywhere. She stopped and said I had to give
Uncle Mark, Mom, and you a message. Then she raised my shirt and started
scratching my back. She said you or Uncle Mark must’ve killed him.”

Cove shakes his head continuously while listening. “What did she use to
hurt you?”

He shrugs. “I can’t see behind me, but it hurt. I kept kicking and
screaming, only no one could hear me because of the tape over my mouth.”

Sophia wipes a tear from her cheek as Cove closes his eyes and rubs his
forehead.

“Did you hear anything? Traffic? Any noise?”

“I don’t remember... no. I don’t think so. I was too busy trying to get
away. Then I fell asleep.”

“What do you mean?”

“I kicked her. I got her good, right in her stomach. That made her
really angry and she said she had a mean cat that was going to get me.”

“A what?” Sophia asks.

“She poked me with a cat and said it was mean. A
cat that’s mean
, she called it. But I didn’t see or hear any cats.
Then I fell asleep.”

Cove stares at his son for a few minutes then walks over to Sophia and
grips her arm, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. “I bet she fucking shot
him up with Special K. That bitch. It was Ketamine, Cat Valium. She could’ve
killed him.”

“How do you feel right now,
Dax
?” he asks.

“Fine.”

“Do you remember anything after that?”

He shrugs, taking another bite of cereal while reading the back of the
box. “Oh yeah. I vomited. I was in a room for a while... I think she took a
shower... there was a gun on a table... she was talking to herself... she said
she was going to kill me... I think I saw her breasts.”

“Wait, wait, slow down. Slow down. What?” Cove gasps. “What the fuck?”

“Jesus,” Sophia says.

“You saw tits?” Xavier walks into the kitchen and takes a bowl out of
the cupboard. “Like, real ones?”

“I think so. Maybe I was dreaming. I don’t remember... oh, yeah, I did.
She walked out of the bathroom right when I woke up. She had those big ones
like we saw online.”

“That big?”
Xav
asks.

“Wait a second, what the fuck are you two talking about? We’ve never
given you internet access.”

The boys point to their watches with a grin.

Oh shit, that’s my fault. I didn’t think I had to
block any sites when I gave them those watches. Fuck, Sophia and Cove are
gonna
have my head. But,
they
should’ve thought of it themselves.
And anyway, this is what I’m saying about trying to keep them in a bubble. It’s
impossible, so just come clean with the kids. I’m sure in a few years they’ll
come across the fact that we were all porn stars at one time.

And
Mera
Calloway, you stepped in some deep
shit. I can’t wait to kill your ass. Drugging my nephew? You and I are going to
spend some quality time together, I promise you that.

You angry?

Ah, my Jules is back, and I’ll assume she’s referring to the gun.
Sorry, I’m not going to mention it in a text. Some things shouldn’t be put in
writing. Twat and cock are fine, guns and drugs, not so much.

Yes, for many reasons. And I’m cranky from
lack of sleep and lack of pussy.

lol
!

Where’d you go with my tool?

Tool?

Fuck’s sake, Jules. My TOOL.

The
black one or the pink one?

Black. The pink one’s in my hand.

Hmm. I guess I not only have your balls
around my neck, but your TOOL as well. Poor Mark Jameson.

Wait. Is she playing me again or am I just high? I read her text a
second then a third time before responding.

I’m going to stick that TOOL where the sun
doesn’t shine if you don’t watch your mouth.

The
black one or the pink one?
She texts back.

I grin.
Smartass. Come home and
find out.

I am home. The hotel is packed.

Thank fuck. I lean forward and bring up the other security cams in my
hotel. Yeah, there’s a swarm of people this morning getting ready for the
marathon that starts in three hours. Damn, it’s crowded. I’m glad the cop cars
didn’t scare anyone away.

Searching, searching... there’s my beauty, walking in the front door
through a crowd of people and heading toward the elevator. She looks dead-tired
like the rest of us. I follow her to her room and get a surprise when she
undresses to take a shower. Hell, I wish I could see through the curtain. I
untie my robe and lean back with a hand on my cock. Her silhouette is well
defined and fucking beautiful as always. It’s amazing what a dark figure hidden
behind a screen does to me. I stroke slowly, closing my eyes at times,
breathing deeply, craving her, eager to feel her flesh...
freakin
’
A, this is good.

This is my usual masturbation spot - in front of my computer screen
while watching my guests. I open the top drawer to my desk and take out a
bottle of lube.

“Shit, that’s cold,” I whisper, as the
Astroglide
runs down my shaft. I spread it around and jerk off again. Much better. Slick
and
..
.
uh
... so good. The
image of her pussy in my head is so sweet.

My free hand grips the armrest. I’m
gonna
cum on the screen. Wait ‘til she steps out...
then shoot my load on her chest.

“No, come on. I’m not ready.”

She’s finished, toweling off and getting dressed. Damn, too soon,
Jules. I know her shift starts in an hour, but she can slow down a little bit.
I want a show, just two more minutes.

Mmm
, she’s in her Jameson Hotel blazer and a short skirt... uh... fuck...
uh, here we go. My hand jerks faster.

I lean closer to the screen, gazing, gawking, yanking it, then watching
her walk back into the bathroom to put on a pad. Oh hell, if she’s on her
period I’m not
gonna
pass up
cumming
inside of her.

I call her cell.

“Hi. You need something?”

I pant. “A few things, but first, get your ass over here.”

“Are you angry about the gun? I don’t want to come over if you’re going
to use the belt again. I need to heal first.”

“Screw the gun, this is an emergency. Now!”

I end the call and wait at the door, my hand gliding over my dick as I
keep an eye on the corridor through the peephole.

Two minutes later, “there’s my woman,” I whisper.

I open my door and pull her inside with my robe open and my erection
pointing toward her face.

“Cute.”

“The next thirty seconds aren’t going to be cute.”

She’s against the wall, her mouth in custody, and our tongues at war.
My hand hurries to slide her underwear and pad to the side. Yes. Hell yes. My
cock slips in and is instantly coated with her warm blood. I’ve got seconds
before I cum.

“Mark, wait. I...”

“I don’t care about it, just let me fuck you.” I thrust harder. “Stain
me with your blood.” I grab her chin. “Look at my beaten face. Watch me, Jules.
I’m
gonna
cum
..
. I’m
gonna
cum.” Her legs wrap around my hips as her back gets
slammed into the wall. My eyes start to blur. My dick... exploding... “Uh! Uh!
Fuck!”

Her nails pierce my back causing an intense heat to shoot through my
body and surround my cock. I pant and huff while grabbing her hips with a tight
squeeze.

Nothing will ever compare to a speedy fuck. Nothing.

“Wow, Mark.”

“Damn, that was...”

“Gross,” she says. “And you only lasted five seconds. You owe me. I
want a long loving fuck next time, with lots of foreplay.”

“
Uhhh
.
I’ll make it up to you someday. I can’t promise it will be our next fuck, but
eventually you’ll get what you want.” My head rests on her shoulder as we
embrace. I continue panting while rocking her in my arms, thinking about
nothing but her. We were made for one another. I’ve tried to tell her that
before but it came out all wrong, and once again, I fuck it up.

“Your blood kicks
ass.”

“Um... thank you?”

I kiss her forehead and set her down, sliding my red dick out of her
pussy. That’s pure satisfaction - no condom, being able to share her thick
flow, and the end result is that my flesh gets painted like the face of a
warrior.

“
Fucktard
, you got blood on my skirt.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say, tying my robe. “Thanks for the
quickie. Now where’s my gun?”

“In my room,” she sighs, licking her finger and trying to clean her
clothing, not giving a shit that she took my weapon. “Fuck. You’re a mess.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Your dick, your face, your head, the smell of pot that’s hovering in
the air... a total mess.”

I pull her closer for a long, enduring kiss, running my hands down her
chest and gripping her tits. She blushes when released and tightens her lips,
holding back a smile.

“But?” I question. “I know there’s more to your last comment.”

“But... for some reason I love you more and more each day. I must be
crazy, but I do,” she whispers.

“I know,” I say. “So, Jules? Tell me something, beautiful.”

“What?”

“What would you have done if I had stabbed you with my knife instead of
stabbing you with my dick?”

“I would’ve pulled it out of my body and shoved it in your ass,” she
replies without hesitation.

I nod. “I had that thought when I saw my gun was missing. I just wanted
you to know that killing you crossed my mind.”

She cocks her head and folds her arms, giving me an evil glare. “This
bullshit about killing me is getting fucking ridiculous. Don’t talk about it
anymore unless you’re actually going to do it. Now excuse me, I have to change
my skirt, dry my hair, eat breakfast, and try to get through an eight-hour
shift without any sleep.”

A hardy laugh echoes through my suite. Shit, she’s the best.

“Come on.” She motions. “I’ll get your goddamn
tool
that you seem to be so infatuated with. I swear you love your
weapons more than me. And when are you going to say that you love me anyway?”

“I thought I just did.”

She rolls her eyes and exhales my name. “Oh, Mark. So whenever I tell
you I love you, your response will be ‘your blood kicks ass.’ Fine, act like a
teenager again, fuck if I care.”

“So what
was
your plan when
you left?” I ignore her neediness. “Or didn’t you have one?”

“No plan. I was just pissed when I saw
Daxton’s
back. I wanted to hurt that woman.”

“
Dax
is tough.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I’ll be handling
Mera
Calloway, no one else
but me. You understand? Don’t be dumb or get in the way and fuck things up.
I’ll know when the time is right.”

“Like with
Dayne
?” she says under her breath,
whispering while we’re in the corridor.

“I never planned on taking care of him so quickly. I was hoping for
more of a cat and mouse chase with the dickhead, but he left me no choice but
to take him down.
Mera
will be different.”

“What about your family? What if she follows them to St. Louis?”

“I’ll make sure she knows I’m the man she wants to do business with,
not anyone else.”

“How?”

“Like I said, let me take care of this,” I whisper. “You can’t rush
these things. I’m not going to hunt her down over the next hour and put a knife
in her chest then wipe my hands and walk away. That’s pussy shit. Plus, it’s
personal... for her too. Besides, I need some drama in my life.”

“So what’s been happening isn’t enough?”

“Jules, I’m not the only one who feels this way. It was obvious by the
way she treated
Dax
that she wants to play. I’m up or
it, rain or shine, her playing field or mine.”

We enter her suite and she picks up her purse, pulling the gun out and
dangling it on her finger. I grab it with an evil eye and check the safety,
while Jules continues to bitch as she changes her skirt.