Society Girls: Jenysis (4 page)

W
ayne

I let the asshole guard get into my head. What he said about my girlfriend not wanting a rapist to touch her, about how she’ll leave me when things get hard. Even though I didn’t rape anyone, I let his words guide my actions, and now I don’t know what to do.

I’m showering alone, and I invited someone else to dinner with us. I haven’t even kissed Jenysis in days, and I didn’t try anything with her. Nothing. That’s not how I am with her, ever. If my mouth isn’t on her, or my dick isn’t inside of her, I’m at least holding her hand, or rubbing her back. Always touching her in some way. Always.

I wrap a towel around myself before walking out of the bathroom, because I might as well go all in with my unusual behavior. I’m glad I did, because Tegan is standing in front of me, her arms crossed over her chest, and a glare on her face.

“Well, this could’ve been awkward.”

“I’ve seen you naked, Wayne.”

“Not since you got married, and had a kid.”

“True, but it wouldn’t have mattered.”

I still slide my briefs under the towel, pulling them on before I drop it, and reach for my jeans. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“You told me you would always choose Jen over me.”

“I did.”

“You love her.”

“If you’re just going to keep stating the obvious, you could’ve called.”

“I had to bring her clothes and stuff to her.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“Thanks? She’s putting her stuff in a guest room, and all you have to say to me is ‘thanks’?”

“Shit.”

“That’s better.”

“Things are kind of messed up right now.”

“Really? Because taking someone else with you to look at the house you’re going to share seems perfectly cool to me.”

“It was just Alesha.”

“I don’t care if it was Mother Theresa. Yes, Alesha is cool and all, but come on. You left your woman outside to check out your house with someone else. The house she rented, sight unseen, so you could be released from jail. Think about that for a minute, Wayne. I mean, really
think
about that.”

“I hurt her.”

“No. That’s not strong enough for what you did to her. I wouldn’t have even left her alone, but Sierra and Harlow came with me, and they’re taking care of her. That’s your job by the way, since you don’t seem to realize it.”

I try one last lame attempt to explain my shitty actions. “I’m the one going to trial for rape, and wearing a damn ankle monitor.”

“And she’s standing by you through it all. Have you even seen the press conference she did back home? Or thought about how things with the Society will be harder for her without easy access to her friends? You know she’s trying to immerse herself into being American.”

“She has me to help her.”

“Does she? Because from what she’s said, and the way you’re not really trying to defend yourself, I think we both know she doesn’t think that’s an option right now.”

“I know I need to fix this, but I don’t know where to start.”

“Call your lawyer and tell her to forget about dinner tonight. That’s where you start.”

“You’re right.”

“That happens sometimes.”

“Thanks, Teeg. For everything.”

She knows I mean for that to include pushing me away, and telling me I wasn’t really in love with her. I thought I was, but I wasn’t, and I needed her tough love. I met Jeny soon after, and now I know what love is. I just fucked up royally, and it’s a physical hurt I’m feeling right now, thinking about what I did to her.

I follow Tegan out of the master bedroom, past the living room, and down the hall on the other side of the house. This place is pretty damn awesome, and the truth is, I didn’t look around with Alesha. We got to the front hall, and I stopped her from going farther. Because, this is my house with my girl, and I wanted to see it with her first. I was too caught up in my mind to tell her that, and I knew she thought I saw it all, but now I need to tell her I haven’t, and I want to look it over with her.

When we enter one of the other bedrooms, I stop short. Not because of the suitcases and clothes piled on the bed, but because of the conversation between the women in the room.

“How about Zaba’s?” Sierra asks.

“Yum. I love their burritos,” Harlow adds.

“Wherever is fine,” Jenysis replies with a shrug of her shoulder.

“Fine for what?” I ask, stepping into the room.

“We’re deciding where to go for dinner,” Harlow tells me, her eyes sad.

“And then where to go get our groove on after,” Sierra says, her eyes cold enough to freeze fire.

“We’re not going dancing,” Jenysis tells her with a sigh. “I can’t go out without Wayne. How would that look?”

She’s thinking about me, even though I hurt her. My heart feels like it’s going to bust out of my chest, but it also feels like it’s breaking, too. “You’re not eating here?”

“I figured you and Alesha would want time alone to discuss things.”

“I’m going to tell her not to come over tonight.”

“Don’t do that. You need to talk about your case.”

“I want to spend time with you, Jeny girl.”

I want to take her into my arms, but I’m still scared that she’s disgusted by me. I know she’s angry, and disappointed in me, but I couldn’t handle her pushing me away because I disgust her in a physical way. So, coward that I am, I stay rooted to my spot by the door.

“I can’t move out, since I told the court I’d be living here, so you’ll see me.”

Damn it! I need her to know—to believe—how much she means to me. I had finally convinced her, but now I’ve gone more than two steps back. “When your friends go, can we at least take a tour of this place. I’d like to see what all we’ve got going on.”

She physically startles, and her mouth falls open as she blinks before speaking. “You saw it all with Alesha.”

“No,” I tell her, shaking my head. “We talked for a few minutes in the front hall, but I was waiting to see it with you first.”

“Really?” she asks, and the hope in her eyes nearly kills me on the spot.

“She’s my lawyer, Jeny.
Just
my lawyer. I know I acted like an ass, and yeah, I probably should’ve talked to the press like you wanted me to, but my life is in her hands. Or at least my freedom. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was discounting you, or taking her side over yours. There’s only one side for my case, but for everything else, no one comes before you.”

“You opened her door and not mine. You went inside with her. You—you invited her to dinner tonight.”

“Well, she invited herself, but yeah. I agreed. I honestly wasn’t thinking clearly when I did those other things. Not until I stepped in the door here, and realized how wrong it was. I’m so sorry.”

“I guess that’s our cue to leave,” Harlow says, physically pulling a still glaring Sierra from the room. Tegan nods, and follows them out.

“My clothes won’t all fit in this closet.”

“There’s a giant one in our room.” Yeah, I said “our.” I’m hoping she picks up on it, and knows I mean it.

She plays with the cuffs of her little jumpsuit while still looking away from me. “I said all of those other things were what bothered me, but really they’re not. I mean, they are, but they aren’t the big things.”

I know what the big things are, and I’m going to be man enough to admit them. “The shower.”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t really touched you.”

“Give the man a prize.”

“I haven’t put my mouth on you. Not on your lips, your neck, your tits, or on that sweet pussy of yours.”

“You haven’t, no.”

“I can’t right now.”

“Because you don’t want me anymore. I always worried that if I let you really catch me, you’d lose interest.”

“Jeny, no.”

“You should figure out dinner. The cupboards are full if you want to cook, or I guess you can order out and answer the door. I’m going to try to get settled in here.”

“Baby.”

“Just go, Wayne. Please.”

I don’t want to, but I do it. I step back and let her close the door on me. I hear her sob, but I clench my hands into fists instead of reaching for the door like I want to. I have done nothing but fuck up today where the woman I love is concerned, and I need to step back and think before I do anything else.

* * *

J
enysis

After I sent Wayne away, I let myself cry. I ugly cried until I had nothing left in me. Or at least that’s the way it felt. I got it all out, because I needed to, but then I shook it off for the moment. I showered, and put my hair in a messy bun, while dressing in a loose tunic and leggings with paper airplanes all over them. A little whimsy for my day of sadness.

I’ve been hiding in my room, trying to concentrate on some of my studies, but I’ll admit that when I heard the doorbell ring for the third time a minute ago, I wanted to pull my hair out. Who else is here now? Or did he order them more than one meal, or maybe dessert?

The knock at my door surprises me, but I get up to answer it anyway. “Hey, girl,” Stella says, kissing my cheek as she walks by. Kevin follows her in, carrying a bag from Zaba’s, along with a drink, and I can’t help smiling.

“You brought me dinner? Thanks.”

“Kace and Brett brought over Wayne’s guitar and his other stuff. The girls told me you probably hadn’t eaten, so we stopped for you. Now, my question for you is, why aren’t you out there in the living room with Wayne and Alesha?”

“They have stuff to discuss.”

“Stuff that affects you,” she reminds me as she runs her hands over the clothes in my closet. “It looks like the Ted Baker store moved in.”

“You know I love it.”

“Yes, and since it suits you, I don’t bother you. One day, I’ll break you out.”

I look down, and smirk. “I’m not wearing a stitch of it now.”

“It’s a start.”

“We’re not really going to hide in here like we crashed the cool kids party, are we?” Kevin asks.

“We
are
the cool kids,” Stella reminds him.

“Yes, but I want to hear what’s going on out there.”

“Jen?”

“Fine. I’ll put on my big girl panties, and scope out the competition.”

“Oh honey, if you think there’s any competition for you as far as Wayne is concerned, there really is a problem.”

I smile at Stella, but refrain from telling her that she wasn’t here—or at the courthouse—earlier, when everything went down. Following them down the hall, my food and drink in my hands, I freeze when I hear Alesha ask Wayne to play something for her. Kevin and Stella stop to look at me with wide eyes as well. We all wait for his answer, which comes rather swiftly.

“The only woman I play my guitar for off stage is Jenysis, and usually it’s for her when I’m up there, too.”

“Isn’t she a little uptight for that?”

I start to squeeze my drink hard enough for the top to pop off, and Kevin grabs it from me before it spills on the floor. I use my free hand to hold Stella back, shaking my head at her. This is my fight, and while I may not have a chance to win it, I have to at least try.

“I know how to relax,” I say, walking into the room with my head held high.

“I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“Yes, you did, but it’s okay. I’d want Wayne, too, if I didn’t have him.”

“I…that’s not…I mean…I have a boyfriend. I love my boyfriend. I just wanted to see how committed he was to you, because that will play into the way I defend him.”

“I hope you figured it out, because if you insult her again, I’ll be finding another lawyer. I don’t care how good you are.”

Wayne got to his feet while he said all of that, and the look on his face is a little scary. I want to wrap my arms around him, but he said he can’t touch or kiss me, which means I can’t do that to him, either. No matter how badly I want to. I settle for chewing on my bottom lip as I look at him. I’ve never pictured him as fierce, but the look on his face is strong and sure as he defends me.

“There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re completely and totally loyal to Jenysis.”

“Good. I think it’s time for all of you to leave now.”

“I’d be insulted if I didn’t know you hadn’t been stuck in that cell without your girl for the last few days,” Kace tells him with a chuckle.

“Bye now,” Wayne tells him, making a shooing motion.

J
enysis

“I saved you some pizza, but I guess you got food,” Wayne says, once everyone is gone.

“Yeah.”

“You should eat. Then we can take that tour of the house.”

“We need to talk.”

“Eat first,” he says, and I can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Okay.” I sit on the couch, and he looks conflicted for a moment before dropping into one of the chairs. Away from me.

My stomach growls, reminding me I need to eat, so that’s what I do. We stare at each other as I take my first bite, and he’s the one to look away first. There is no conversation as I eat my burrito, and drink from the bottle of water Wayne slid over to me. I think Kevin took my drink with him, but I don’t really care. Right now is all about nutrition, and not enjoying a meal. Sad, because my burrito is pretty damn good.

Wayne has a pained look on his face when I finish my last bite. “What’s wrong?”

“You have some sour cream by your mouth.”

“Oh. Well, can you get it for me?” I ask, because he would usually just lick it off, and not tell me. I want to push him to finally act where I’m concerned.

Or not. “Um, you have a napkin right?”

“I do.” Instead of grabbing one, I dart my tongue out and lick all around my lips, watching as Wayne swallows hard. He’s not unaffected, but then again, I don’t know a man who would be when a woman is licking something.

“So, tour?”

“No, talk.”

“You saw me tell Alesha you’re always first.”

“You still won’t touch me.”

“I told you I can’t.”

“Bollocks. I mean, bullshit.”

“I like it when you talk British to me,” he blurts out, and then throws his head back on a sigh.

“What the hell is going on, Wayne. If you’re over me, I need to know. If not, then I need you to tell me why you’re acting like this.”

“Not. Definitely not. Never, Jeny girl. I’ll
never
be over you.”

Thank God for that. “Then, why?”

He drops his head now, the longs strands of blonde hair from the top of his head reaching toward the ground as his hands cover his face. “I’m going on trial for rape.”

“I know. You didn’t do it.”

“I didn’t.”

“That wasn’t a question, Wayne. If I had any doubt, I wouldn’t be here.”

He lifts his head to look at me, and my heart breaks at the anguish I see in his eyes. “I don’t want you to be disgusted by me.”

Bloody hell. He thinks that? I stand and walk to him, pushing his hands aside so I can climb onto his lap, straddling him. Before he can say a word, I kiss him. Over and over again, I kiss his lips. Little kisses to let him know how much he doesn’t disgust me.

“I thought you were bored now that you caught me.”

“I caught you a long time ago. Just because you wouldn’t admit it, doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”

I push his hair out of his eyes, and kiss him again. “Now that we’ve figured this all out, you’re going to make love to me, right?”

“That depends. Are you going to let your British out?”

“You’re a right tosser, Wayne Preston,” I tell him, going full force.

“Oh God, that’s sexy,” he says, pulling my shirt over my head, as he stands and starts carrying me to the bedroom.

“Poppycock.”

“My cock is ready for your poppy.”

I burst out laughing. “That makes no sense.”

“Keep talking British to me, baby,” he replies, tossing me on the bed.

“I’m expecting a jolly good show.”

My leggings and knickers are ripped clean off my body as his mouth descends between my legs. “Count on it.”

“Capital!” I yell as he takes his first lick up my center.

“More.”

“God, you’re a nutter.”

“You love it.”

Oh, I do. I spew all kinds of words and nonsense at him as he goes down on me like a thirsty man in the Sahara, finding his first drink of water all day. The more I say, the more eager he is, licking and sucking me into a frenzy.

He stops, and I growl. “What do you call your pussy, Jeny?”

“Wayne’s,” I answer, with more than a hint of sarcasm. I’m right on the edge, and he’s stopping me for this? I know it turns him on when I speak my slang, but come on!

He slaps it lightly, and I come up off the bed. “So cheeky, but I love that answer, so I won’t make you wait too long. Just tell me. Say the word.”

“Fanny.”

“Ah, that’s it. I need to play inside your fanny flaps some more, don’t I?”

“Either take care of me, or bugger off, and let me do it myself!”

He dives back in—because there are really no other words for it—and works that magic tongue of his just like I need him to. His fingers are rubbing over my entrance, dipping in enough to heighten what his tongue is doing. He could finger me to completion is seconds, but he’s holding back so he can take me over with his tongue, and now…God, now his teeth.

I shudder and shake, and then I’m whispering his name. Quietly. Just the way he loves it.

“Fuck, I missed your pussy.”

“Then get inside of it.”

“Oh, someone’s greedy tonight, isn’t she?”

“Wanker.”

“Insults now. You know those turn me on, too.”

“You’re mad. Like completely, Lost the Plot, mad.”

“Only for you, Jeny. Always and only for you.”

* * *

W
ayne

I wasn’t kidding around when I said hearing Jenysis say her slang to me, in her posh accent, is a big turn on. I know she’s trying hard to live day to day without all of it, but damn it’s fucking hot. Like burn me up from the inside, hot. I am one lucky son of a bitch, and not just because I get to sex her up whenever I want. Nope, she’s the whole package—smart, saucy, compassionate, and so gorgeous she could be walking a catwalk all day, every day.

“What time is it?” the woman in question asks, turning over to smile at me.

“Ten.”

“I was bloody knackered, but I didn’t think I’d sleep that long.”

“I took you four times last night; you needed that sleep.”

“Are you saying I’m old? And think hard before you answer.”

She’s five years old than me, but we both know she’s got the stamina to more than keep up with me. “I’m always hard when I’m thinking of you.”

To prove my point, I lift back the comforter, and stroke my heavy dick a few times. She licks her lips, making me stroke a little harder. And then, she’s pushing me to my back, and climbing over me.

“I think a nice, big, hard, ride is exactly what I need to start my morning off right.”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I grit out as she slides down my length, taking me all the way inside of her as we both moan.

I love that I can take her bareback. I’ve never been with another woman like this, and both of us came back clean over a year ago. It’s so damn perfect, and fuck, if it doesn’t feel good.

She starts to move, but I stop her, holding her hips to me as I just look at her. Her red hair that is lighter on top, and looking like flames on the bottom, where it falls past her shoulders. Her blue eyes, the ones that see right into my heart, so she knows she owns it. Her perfect little nose, and that damn, lush, mouth that works miracles, whether she’s talking to me or using it to suck my dick like a porn star. Her creamy flesh, perfect handful-sized tits, and that ass. Damn that ass. Not to mention legs a mile and a half long. Yeah. I’m not going to deny how physically perfect she is, and fuck if I don’t appreciate it, but right now I’m looking for more.

I’m looking in those eyes that tell me everything I need to know about what she’s thinking at any time, the mouth that will one day kiss our children on the forehead as she sends them to school. Her flat stomach that will be rounded with my children, and the hips that will help her carry them. I’m looking at the future with the woman I love, and knowing I need to be clear about what I want.

“Forever, Jenysis. I need you forever. Promise me forever.”

“Forever, Wayne. I’m yours forever.”

I release her then, and close my eyes for a moment as she begins to move. There is nothing in the world that has ever felt as good to me as being inside of Jenysis. Nothing. She knows exactly how to move to get us both off. I lean up and take one of her rosy nipples in my mouth, sucking it hard as I feel her coating my dick with her cum. She’s not quite there, but she’s close. Moving faster as I switch nipples, and then leaning forward to hold the headboard, taking me even deeper and harder.

I feel the tingles gathering in my spine, and I reach a hand down to circle her clit while my other hand and mouth continue to show love to her tits. She throws back her head and arches her back as she comes, and I follow right behind. Damn, but it just gets hotter and hotter between us. I can’t believe she thought I’d get bored with her. That will never happen. I love her, and I want her, and I know in my heart that nothing will ever change that.