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I take a few seconds to process everything he’s just said. I understand why he’s nervous but for our relationship to work he needs to communicate better. “Ok. First of all, I don’t think you can disappoint him but you need to talk to him about this, it's not fair for you to keep something so important from him. Secondly what we shared during that phone call was really special to me and I don’t like that its being hidden from Jamie, all three of us are part of this relationship and we never discussed if things would only be sexual between the three of us or if each of us would be ok with only two people having sexual relations.”
He seems shocked at my answers because he doesn't look at me and his shoulders tense underneath my hold. The rest of the journey to Jamie’s is silent but I don’t talk, I let him work through the issues in his head.
Justin turns off the car when we get to Jamie’s apartment and turns to look at me, “I'm sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have hidden what we did from Jamie. And what we shared of that phone call was special to me too. I’ll talk to Jamie when we go inside.”
I lean over to unclip his seatbelt and pull his body towards me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and squeezes me tight, I press a kiss to the side of his head and breathe in the smell of his shampoo.
When I pull back, I hold both of his hands in mine and say, “It's ok. I understand why you're feeling nervous. Do you want me to stay down here until you’ve spoken to him?”
He shakes his head, “No, I want you to be there with me.”
I press my lips to his and he responds straight away, his mouth opens to welcome my tongue as I lick into his mouth. I try to pull away but he grips the back of my neck tight and tilts his head to deepen the kiss, “Come on we don’t want to be late.” I tell him.
“Uh just two more minutes.” He thrusts his tongue against mine and I groan into his mouth, he nips and bites my lips as he controls the kiss. I manage to rip my lips from his but he continues to suck and nip down my neck leaving a visible claim on my body.
We’re already late but I'm sure Jamie will understand.
He sucks a hard bruise into the side of my neck and I can't help the moan the falls from my lips “Ah fuck, Justin.” I slide my fingers through his hair and tug the strands hard until he moans and releases his hold on my neck.
We're both panting hard and the impressive bulge in his jeans tells me he’s as turned on as me. I press my lips to his but pull away when he tries to deepen it, “Later, baby. I promise you can suck as many bruises onto me as you want, but I know that our boy will be sitting upstairs wondering where his Daddies are. Let's go.”
Chapter 14 –
Jamie
After sending a thumbs up to William's text I place my phone on the coffee table in front of me and pick up my laptop. My eyes are stinging from staring at the bright screen for hours without a break, but I still have another 15 applications to sort through for the website. When the words start to mash together, I force myself to take a break, I open the balcony doors allowing the fresh air to waft through my apartment.
I add a sprinkling of cheese to the tomato pasta and sit down at the table to eat my lunch, in just a few short hours my guys will be here and I'm looking forward to them both spending the night. The few dates we have gone on have been great and the set of rules they set for me has massively improved my overall health, I'm getting at least eight hours of sleep most nights apart from when the nightmares startle me awake, I'm eating three meals a day and I turn off my work laptop no later than 5:30pm. Everything is going great.
Except for the small issue of sex. We have been exclusively dating for weeks now and we are yet to move any further in the bedroom, and I'm getting frustrated.
I just hope that tonight is the night they make a move because I think I'm getting close to throwing myself at them both.
A small slither of doubt forms in the pit of my stomach, the hateful words that Damian constantly hurled at me throughout our relationship circle in my mind.
Useless. Unlovable. Ugly. Unworthy.
A loud clunk snaps me out of my thoughts, looking down I see my fork laying on the floor. No longer feeling hungry I scrape my half-eaten lunch into the bin and rinse my bowl before placing it in the dishwasher, I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and walk back over to my laptop.
My mind wanders as I read through applications. I know we have only been exclusive for a few weeks, but my feelings are growing stronger for both men. For my daddies. This is my first time being in a relationship since my ex and it feels good, playing with Dom’s or Daddy’s at clubs was fun but coming home by myself always made me feel crappy. I want someone who wants me for more than just sex and I think I have found that connection with Justin and William.
I have just finished approving a new member for the website, when a new application flags on my screen. Clicking the information page, I see a photo of a man with long bleached white hair which hangs way past his shoulders, he has a couple of piercings on his face and he’s shirtless in the picture. His body is covered in tattoos, he has black hoops through his nipples and a sparkly belly button bar shines from the camera flash.
Yummy.
Vincent Jones. He looks familiar but I can't place where I might have seen him before. His profile says he’sSubmissiveand aMasochist.
I have been in the kink scene for a few years and after running my website for this length of time I have had all types of people apply to my website as cam workers. I don’t discriminate, no matter what people's sexual orientation and gender identities everybody is given the same opportunities to work for me.
We don’t kink shame in this house. Thank you very much.
The rest of his profile is basic personal information, he’s written about what type of work he wants to do. I send him an email accepting his membership, and I tell him that he will have the same training as all my other workers.
It's only 3 o'clock but my eyes are stinging from looking at the screen so I decide to log off early. I have a few more hours before my Daddies get here so I spend an hour tidying any mess that I can find around the apartment.
I change the sheets on my bed, and I walk over to my wardrobe to find something to wear for tonight. I don’t want to dress up too much but I want to look nice for my guys. After looking through all my clothes I decided on a black pair of fishnet tights with black denim shorts. A dark purple cropped jumper is the perfect look for tonight, sexy but not trying too hard.
After spending some time relaxing in the bath, I pull myself out of the cooling water and dry my body and rub some coconut moisturiser to my skin. I dry and style my black hair so it swoops to the side and off my face, I apply some waterproof mascara to my lashes and some light pink blush to my cheeks and a touch of clear gloss to my lips.