Desire without Rules {short stories}

Chapter 3

Jamie Wes’s POV

What could I say? I had my ass whooped brutally in front of my new friends s***h fans in the bar over and over by the woman who had challenged me. She emptied my savings till it was nothing left but a dry barren wasteland.

I should have felt embarrassed but the way she beat me was just so effortless and with ease. All I could do to save what little shred of dignity I had left was to admit she was better and get out of the bar while I still had joints in my leg.

She met me at the door and offered to drive me home. Her truck was huge for a woman her size but she handled it like a pro. Being around her was easy and it wasn’t until we got into the truck that I noticed her undeniable sensuality. She was incredibly sexy. Her lithe form and her strength coupled with a fire that burned in her core were incredible.

“I’m Tyla by the way.” She said as she manuveured the truck easily from the parking lot.

Tyla… wow, such a sexy name.

“I’m Jamie.”

She turned to me squinting as she examined me. “Nah. Lannisters are blonde.”

It took me a minute to get her joke. Lannisters were a royal family on the popular movie series Game of Thrones. Jamie Lannister was the name of one of the sons of the family. What surprised me was how she knew I was in disguise and not a real actor like I had made everyone to believe.

“Was I that obvious?” I asked with a wry smile.

She shook her head. “You sold the whole thing but the leather jacket and green tinted shades were an overkill if you ask me.”

I bit my lips.

She was right. I had gone to far with the ridiculous outfit.

My apartment building wasn’t far from the bar. I told her to stop when she reached the block. “I’ll walk the rest of the way.” I said.

“It’s fine.” She countered. “I insist.”

She packed just outside the building. I got out from the truck and thanked her for the ride. We talked a while and she told me she owned a place just outside town and she had driven over for a good game which I had given her.

“Goodnight, Tyla.” I said taking a step back. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

You haven’t taken her number you dumb s**t!

Just as I was about to take a breath and ask her for her number she said, “Here I was thinking you’ll invite me in for a drink.”

Had I imagined it? The last minute look she had given me… No, it had been there even though it was gone now. There was no mistaking it. She’s flirting with me.

My initial thought was to decline her offer but I knew I would devolve into a caveman if I didn’t get off and what that translated to was f*****g. I had to f**k to feel human again.

“Where are my manners. Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Tyla got out of the truck and we walked into the building together. My mind raced trying to find any flaw that would ruin the night for us. I had a pack of condom remaining in my dresser. The room was neat and I had a bottle of whiskey under a sink somewhere.

It was perfect so far but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t run into a slight glitch on the way. I kept my mind open knowing it would come.

As we got out of the elevator, I caught Sweeney and Normani from the corner of my eye. I pretended not to see them taking Tyla straight to my room. It brought me a level of joy and relief knowing they had seen me. Give them something to think about for a change, I thought with an evil smile.

Tyla settled down on my sofa while I went into the kitchen to hunt for the bottle. It took a while but I found it hiding at the corner. It was half empty which also meant it was half full.

When I returned to the room, Tyla had taken off her jacket. She looked good in a tight vest that complemented her large breasts.

“How about we play a drinking game. Think you can handle it?” She asked, baiting me openly and like the chomp I was, I took the bait.

Halfway through the game, I realized I had lost so much and drank almost every drop left in the bottle.

“I think that’s enough for now.” she said pushing the glass and the bottle aside.

All I could do was nod in agreement and try to steady the world as it turned over and over. I was so drunk that a skunk would point and laugh at me if it saw me like this.

Tyla led me inside and dropped me on the bed. I tried to remember where I had left the pack of condom. Was it on the pool table in the bar on inside my dresser? Maybe I had forgotten it in Sweeney’s room when she had showed me her wall painting. What would happen if Normani found it? No, that wasn’t it.

I stuggled to piece my thoughts back together. It was in my dresser.

I looked up and saw Tyla wearing nothing but her underwear. She looked dangerously sexy even as she blurred and multiplied before my eyes.

She had a glass in her hand. Tyla crept onto the bed and climbed my body. She held the glass up to my mouth and I drank it.

My hands squeezed her round ass and she moaned out my name. “Yes! Jamie.”

And then everything went dark…

I woke up with a spliting pain in my head that threatened to destroy me with every bang. Rolling and turning from side to side in agony did nothing to reduce the pain and discomfort.

It took at least ten minutes or maybe it might have been more before I started feeling like myself again. The first thing I noticed was that Tyla was gone. There were residues of her cologne which showed I hadn’t imagined her.

I turned around on the bed trying to get up but the effort left me breathless. This wasn’t your usual hangover. This was something different.

After a while I was able to move a little. There was a piece of paper on my dresser and someone had used my phone as a deadweight. I pulled the paper free and read the handwritten note.

When I saw you in the bar I knew you’d be an easy mark. FYI, it’s nothing personal.

I crumpled the paper.

Goddamn!