Page 13 of Crave
Chapter Six
Jamison Cox
The Day Before
Isaw the abandoned object in my peripheral vision. My chest tightened as I hoped like hell Bryn Christmas didn’t suddenly remember she’d left her cell phone on top of the bar. As she walked away, I focused on her long legs and elegant body. The bartender was busy gawking at her too. I didn’t blame him. She was a sight for sore eyes.
I didn’t have long to decide. The bartender was too busy looking at her to pay attention to what she’d left behind. If he saw it first, by the looks of him, either I’d be out the five hundred bucks it would cost me to pay him off and let me keep the phone, or he’d pretend to be a decent and moral shit and refuse to take my money. But he wouldn’t return her phone to her or take it to lost and found. The guy had to be aware that Bryn Christmas was above his pay grade. Therefore, he wouldn’t try to call her. He was afraid of being rejected by such a beautiful woman. He’d keep her device and look through her photos. But he’d be disappointed. She wasn’t the kind of person who took personal photos with a cell phone. I knew this, because from the moment I met her, she’d ignited my curiosity, and I watched and studied her as though she were a new client.
When I first met her, it took me less than twenty-four hours to devise an initial report on her. Firstly, she wasn’t interested in me. She saw me as a preppy, and she knew what that meant. My conservative and clean appearance—the physical manifestation of trust and sobriety—was a front for concealing deeply buried shit that was opposite of what I was presenting on the outside. She was right to prejudge me that way. I’d grown up in that world. I should have been that guy. But when nature and nurture fought to claim me, I’d tried hard to be nothing like my father had been, and I’d succeeded. To change Bryn’s mind about me, I laid bare the parts of myself that I wouldn’t usually show others whenever I was around her.
Secondly, I suspected by the way her eyes passed over me that she liked what she saw but wasn’t interested in getting to know me better. I chose to wear her down and remain close to her as much as I could. During the weeks we worked together, knowing I would see her every day gave me butterflies in my stomach.
Then, one night, after dinner with her family, she rewarded me for my efforts. Her hot, wet, tight pussy overwhelmed my senses with a pleasure I’d never known. I wanted to come in less than five seconds. The enjoyment of my cock thrusting in and out of her became the best kind of torture as I fought not to explode. I couldn’t look her in the face, but I did. I couldn’t kiss her, but my lips wouldn’t leave hers alone. She was finally giving herself to me. I wanted to take it all. Her soft, warm skin… her engorged nipples, hard and tasty against my tongue…
Shit…I forced my eyes off her cute little bubble ass walking down the corridor on her way to catch her flight. While the bartender kept ogling her, I secured Bryn’s cell phone.
“Shit,” the bartender said, finally looking away from her. “She’s a goddess.”
“Agreed,” I said, sliding her phone into my pocket. Agreed.
I’d beenon my way to catch my chartered flight when I caught a glimpse of her sitting alone at the bar. At first, I hadn’t realized the leggy blonde was Bryn. The light from above caught the side of her face. She was engrossed in whatever she was doing. I wasn’t one of those guys whose tongue hung out of their mouths every time they caught sight of an exceptionally beautiful woman, but after doing a double take, I stopped in my tracks, rubbed my chest over my heart, and muttered, “Well, damn.” It was her.
Coming off the taxing weekend I’d had with the Lovells, and considering the fact that Bryn was the last person on earth I thought I would see at an airport bar, I’d taken her presence there as a sign.
Sitting in the airplane, I held her cell phone, rubbing the back of it. There was no signal thousands of miles up in the air at cruising speed. I pressed the home button. Just as I’d guessed, her device wasn’t password protected. Having her phone made me feel as if she was sitting beside me. I was craving her beyond reason. After I ran into Bryn, I’d forgotten about how my weekend with the Lovells had worried the hell out of me. I didn’t want her worrying, though, so without crossing the line by infringing on her privacy, I pulled her phone number off her device. I knew the old number didn’t work anymore, because I’d tried calling it dozens of times to no avail.
Then I sent Bryn a text message letting her know that I had her cell phone. I would have flown out to Colorado to be with her that night, but I had a meeting in LA that I couldn’t miss. I was going to be sitting down with Pedro Santiago, a political candidate and long shot for winning as mayor of Alhambra, California. My father didn’t know about the meeting.
I read Pedro’s profile, digging up as much information about him as I could. He was my kind of candidate, not Boomer’s. When it came to candidates, the pickings had become slim for the sort of candidates my father liked to manage ever since he’d chosen to go to war with Jasper Christmas. But Boomer wasn’t worried about the business going to shit. He was flushed with cash, and he wanted me to be the son who kissed his ass and ate from his trough. I never had to bend the knee too much as long as I kept Cox and Cox Management afloat though. By all estimations, we couldn’t survive another year without winning a political race. We needed people to see that we weren’t out of the picture. If I made an unknown candidate a winner, that would send a strong message to those in the political world.
I squeezed Bryn’s phone, choosing to keep my mind on her rather than on what would happen to me if Pedro decided to decline my services.
I was servedan in-flight meal of cracked-ginger-and-honey-braised short ribs, citrus-butter risotto, and green beans. The meal was a favorite of mine. I declined dessert. The only sweet thing I wanted was Bryn Christmas in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. I had no doubt that soon, I’d be indulging in her body.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cox, but you have a call from your father,” the flight attendant said. I hadn’t noticed her standing by my shoulder.
Do I want to talk to my father? Hell no.
“Tell him I’ll call him back,” I said, closing my eyes as I pressed my head against the seat.
“Yes, sir. Um…”
She hadn’t moved, so I opened an eye. “Could I help you with something?” I asked.
Her gaze penetrated me. “Can I helpyouwith something else?”
It took a moment for her question to seep in. The stewardess stepped closer, her thin hips inches away from my face. She was offering herself to me. That wasn’t shocking. The airplane belonged to the company. Boomer preferred a different standard of service than I did. I knew what kind of man he was, and so did Stephanie, my mother.
The one and only time I’d told her that my father was a cheater, her answer was, “Well, that’s relative, darling. And while you’re at it, it’s perfectly fine to mind your own business when it comes to that sort of thing, okay?”
I was rendered speechless, but I wasn’t surprised that my parents had an arrangement. My mom had grown up in the sticks of Oklahoma. She was beautiful, regal, and mature, and my father liked his women young and thin as nymphs, the kind of chicks who’d ride him, make a lot of noise, and try to convince him that his cock was magical. As far as Boomer was concerned, when it came to casual fucking, my mom’s kind of striking beauty wasn’t required. The stewardess’s average attractiveness was all he needed.
I looked down at my package. The stewardess must have noticed how dense my cock was. It had nothing to do with her, though. It had everything to do with having Bryn Christmas on my mind.
“How about this?” I said.
She raised her eyebrows, and her eyes gleamed with hopeful curiosity. The prostitutes my father hired to play stewardess would have rather had me bang them than have him do it. But I never touched paid-for pussy.
