Love and Leather

Chapter 11 - (Jameel)

Damien shakes his head and looks at me. "Not yet."

He holds my face in his hand and presses his lips to mine. His tongue makes its way into my mouth and dances with mine. Arousal floods into my body and swirls through me, mixing with the anger that's already flooding my system. I can't resist placing my hand on the back of his head to hold him there as I kiss him back.

By the time we part, we're both breathing heavily, and he says, "Soon, I promise. Do you trust me?"

I look into his bright green eyes and give a begrudging nod. "Fine. Is she f*****g anyone else?"

"No. I don't think so, but I'm not sure."

"Do you plan to f**k her without a condom again?" He nods, and my jaw tightens. "Make sure she's not f*****g anyone else, or it's not okay."

Damien agrees, and I kiss him again before we continue our round of golf. I still don't like that he's breaking our rule for this woman, and I want to meet her so that I can assess her for myself. I'll admit that I've thought about her wet panties more than a few times since last week, and I like the idea of sharing someone again.

Mason and I are tied when we get to the eighteenth hole, with Damien lagging behind us at fifteen over par. Mason leans over to line up for his swing, and I walk right up behind him.

I press my body against his and murmur in his ear, "Do you need help with your shot?"

"Stop trying to distract me," he chuckles. "Also, you never know when that other group is going to catch up to us again."

We played through on hole fifteen when a group of about six players in their early twenties let us pass them.

I lower my hand to his crotch to stroke his c**k. "Is this distracting, Mase?"

"Not at all," he says, even though he's stiff against my hand. He pushes his ass back against my c**k, which is equally stiff now.

"Do you find it distracting?"

"Maybe." I rub his c**k a few more times, then drop my hand and take a couple of steps backward as I say, "Take your shot. We're waiting."

Mason grins and pulls the club back for his swing. He hits the ball straight down the fairway, and it lands close enough that I'm certain he'll be able to get it on the green with his next shot.

"Nice," Damien says.

"Thanks." Mason grins at him, then walks past me. His hand brushes my c**k as he does, and he says, "Nice try."

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and bring his hand to my lips. His skin is salty with sweat, but he smells of sandalwood from the cologne he wears, and his gorgeous hazel eyes are hooded as he looks at me.

I press my lips to his palm before I say, "It was worth a try, I guess. Worst case scenario, I'll still beat Damien."

"Shut up," he grumbles.

He's been off his game today, and I wonder again what the situation is with this Brenna woman. None of us have ever broken the rules before.

I line up for my shot, but I don't have any follow-through, so I manage to end up a few feet behind Damien's ball, and I groan in frustration.

"I've got this in the bag. We'll be at my place tonight for sure," Mason boasts.

He's not wrong. It takes me two extra shots to sink my ball after he putts his.

"Does it hurt sucking this badly?" Mason teases Damien as his ball stops less than an inch before the hole.

Damien snorts his disgust as he strides toward the hole while Mason and I laugh.

"If it helps, Damien, I don't think you suck badly. In fact, I wish you were on your knees in front of me right now."

Damien answers by tapping his ball into the hole and giving us both the finger. I grin as I walk over and throw my arm around his shoulders.

"Hey, look at it this way. Mase has to win sometimes. Otherwise, he'll get all sad, and then where would we be?"

"Somehow, I don't think Mason's ego is in danger of being damaged anytime soon." Damien rolls his eyes as he bends down to pick up his ball from the hole.

"What? Just because I'm the best golfer ever and should probably go pro?" Mason asks in a guileless tone.

"Pretty much," Damien laughs.

We gather up our stuff and head back to the clubhouse. When we arrive, we're greeted by a staff member I'm sure I've seen before, but I can't quite remember her name. She's tall, thin, and brunette with big boobs. Right up Damien's alley if he wasn't so picky about always dating models like a douchebag.

"Gentlemen. It's so lovely to see you again." She gives us a bright smile. "I'll take you to your usual table."

"Thanks," I say, and to my amusement, her face flushes pink.

Once we're seated, she gets our beers immediately before she leaves us again.

I raise my drink and say, "To Mase. For getting lucky as hell on the course today and hitting shots far above his actual skill level."

"To Mason." Damien lifts his beer and grins at our friend.

"To me, even though you guys are assholes," Mason laughs.

We're on our third round, and I can't help but notice that Damien hasn't even flirted with our waitress. He might only date models, but I know for sure that he would've been all over this woman a few weeks ago. I can only put it down to this new woman.

"So, are you ready to tell us more about Brenna?" I raise an eyebrow at him, then casually take a sip of my beer.

"What do you want to know?" he asks.

When can we meet her?

I know he's nowhere near drunk enough to give me that kind of information, given how cagey he was earlier, so I start with something simple. "What does she look like?"

"Long, brown hair. Big t**s. Lips that look as though she could suck my c**k like she's a vacuum cleaner."

His voice drops to a husky tone as he says it, and I know him well enough to see the obvious desire in him. I've never been jealous of anyone with the guys before, but the fact that he broke our rule has thrown me.

"Who does she model for?" Mason asks.

"She's not a model." Damien shrugs.

We stare at him for a moment, and I turn to look at Mason quickly before I ask, "Since when do you f**k women who aren't models? I don't think I've seen you do that since college."

"Since last week, I guess."