He’d always told himself he was too busy foranything serious. Although, deep inside, he wanted to settle down one day. He wasn’t blind to the possibility of it, just never thought it would happen like this.
Jamie stopped pacing, standing still for a moment.
He liked her—a lot. She challenged him, made him smile, and for the first time, he wondered if this woman could bethe one.
But fuck, the timing was all wrong. Or maybe that was just his excuse, in case someone better came along.
Still, in the chaos of his mind, a tiny part of him wondered...What if?
To his left, Blondie appeared, strutting into the room, full of confidence. The same woman who’d given him a basic blow job earlier.
She ran her fingers over his shirt, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
“So tense,” she cooed, pushing her breasts into his chest, her fingers lingering on his buttons.
“Not tonight,” he said, shrugging off her touch. “I’m waiting for someone.”
“C’mon, Jamie.” Her tongue skated over her glossy lips, and she giggled like a little minx. “You owe me. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
In any other situation, he’d have pinned her to the bed by now and done what he did best. But tonight, unease trickled through his veins.
He eyed the woman who’d entered behind Blondie. Long lean legs, tanned, and ending in leopard-print stilettos. The heat in his body kicked up a notch.
She looked Dutch, or maybe Scandinavian. One ofthose countries that seemed to produce stunning, leggy women.
Even with the fluttery false lashes and painted nails, she didn’t even come close to the wild beauty drying off behind the bathroom door.
“Are we having our own party in here?” she asked, her smile flirty.
A flash of possibilities ran through his mind. Three girls, one Jamie... The night could get interesting, however he wanted Shannon all to himself without any games or interference.
That thought gave him pause, an unusual twist coiling in his gut. The party girls could wait. Tonight, he’d give one woman his full attention.
“Ladies, I’m busy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his arms. “Go back to Luke.”
His body was on fire and something in the back of his mind kept calling him, a voice whispering how much of a huge turn on it could be.
“We’re all friends here, Jamie. Luke told us to make sure you’re entertained.” The new blonde trailed a pointy pink nail across his chest, stepping closer. “Why don’t you ask your pretty little friend if she wants to join in?”
Her knee nudged his groin, her perfume sweet and cloying in his nostrils.
Jamie chuckled, a low, amused sound rumbling from the back of his throat as he shook his head.
“It’s a one-woman show tonight, ladies. Sorry to disappoint.” He shrugged. “Now, give me the room.”
“Really? You play nice? That’s not what I heard. Shetold me you’re the anything-goes kind of guy with a thick dick.” She nodded at her friend who’d already given him head, walking her fingers up his arm.
“Want us to beg, sir?”
They glanced at each other and smiled, before lowering to their knees.
His pulse thundered in his ears, blood rushing to his dick, but his mind kept circling back to Shannon. Would she give him the green light, let him take control like this? Would she beg, surrender, let go?
He’d had women like this his whole life, easy to read and predictable. But Shannon held something behind those eyes that kept him on edge, making every move with her unpredictable, every moment charged with an intensity he couldn't quite grasp.
“Look, ladies...” He backed up. “Like I said the first time, I’m busy. Now, off you go.”
Kneeling before him, they gazed up at him, breasts pushed out. “You loved coming in my mouth. And my friend wants to play, too. We don’t mind sharing.”
