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Authors: L.K. Kracek
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to; we fuck and we fuck hard. I am upfront about what I want and they’re not exactly looking for love, either. My past is full of women begging me to do the things I do to them long before I make it known that it’s the only way I’ll touch them. After the first handful, you learn quick how to spot those kinds of women. Jamie is undoubtedly the farthest thing from that kind of woman. Any fool could see that she was not one of them, and more importantly, I didn’t want her to ever be.
My mother would be ashamed if she could hear those degrading thoughts, and just that knowledge made me mentally kick myself in the balls. Even if it was all or mostly true.
Regardless of how I ought not to treat other women shouldn’t be a thought in my mind with the flawless beauty sitting in my arms like a puddle.
Words don’t fail me, but the right one’s do.
“Noah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be a tease. I just…” She began.
“Stop. I don’t expect anything from you, Jamie. Nothing.” I replied, coldly.
She flinched back at my words. I set her on her feet then let go of her and turned to walk out.
My shit excuse for a brain might not be able to tell her what we both need to hear, want to hear, so I don’t say anything. She deserves more than a lame let down or empty words. I can’t tell her I don’t want anything because that’s a lie. I can’t tell her I don’t want her, because that’s a lie. I can’t tell her that I’ll leave her alone and let her heal because the lie detector test determined that’s a lie. I’m selfish but I ain’t stupid. No matter how badly I want to fuck her brains out, turn around and make sweet, sweet love to her and call her mine, I want to and have to protect her all the more.
Jamie Wright is my Achilles heel and Lord help us if there truly is a dark force at work against us because I haven’t exactly made it a secret. Now I’m going to have to be a total dick and hide my infatuation with her.
I’m throwing out a pretty big number here, but I give myself ten minutes til’ I blow that brilliant plan.
“Where are we going now?” Jamie asked, trailing behind me.
“I’m going to take you back to Taylor and Tommy’s to sit with Matt while I check on some stuff.”
And workout until even my brain hurts.
Thirty minutes later, Luke finds me punishing my body in the gym, underground of Betty.
“Heya Happy, what’s up?” My youngest brother stands behind me to spot me at the weight bench.
I can only manage to grunt a hello so I don’t lose count. Not like I’m actually keeping count; tonight is all about makin’ it hurt.
“You gotta be more careful.” I dock the bar and look up at him.
“It’s only 300, Lulu.” Luke narrows his eyes at me and gives me a warning growl.
Lulu is what I call his bitch name; whenever he acts like a chick, or is being a pussy, he’s Lulu.
“I meant your leg, dickwad.”
I look down at my knees and realize I threw on basketball shorts. Fuck. It was so easy to forget sometimes, oddly enough, and automatic for me to suit up in this same outfit when hitting the gym.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep, much needed breathe and shake my head.
“Thanks.”
“Where’s your head at?” He asks, switching places with me.
“Take a guess.” I huff.
Luke and I are pretty close. We had “buddies” growing up; Tommy and Mike were pair one, Luke and I were pair two. It helped us to teach one another and look out for each other. Older kids with younger helped the parents in public, while working on the farm or cooking, etc. The buddy system was implemented after Tommy was born, working not only for our family but the Jameson’s as well.
Yeah, Luke and I didn’t have many secrets; it didn’t help that you couldn’t really hide a secret from Luke-almighty with his ridiculous computer secret powers. If he didn’t know something, give him five minutes alone with his gadgets and he would be an expert. Kid was crazy smart
My mother would be ashamed if she could hear those degrading thoughts, and just that knowledge made me mentally kick myself in the balls. Even if it was all or mostly true.
Regardless of how I ought not to treat other women shouldn’t be a thought in my mind with the flawless beauty sitting in my arms like a puddle.
Words don’t fail me, but the right one’s do.
“Noah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be a tease. I just…” She began.
“Stop. I don’t expect anything from you, Jamie. Nothing.” I replied, coldly.
She flinched back at my words. I set her on her feet then let go of her and turned to walk out.
My shit excuse for a brain might not be able to tell her what we both need to hear, want to hear, so I don’t say anything. She deserves more than a lame let down or empty words. I can’t tell her I don’t want anything because that’s a lie. I can’t tell her I don’t want her, because that’s a lie. I can’t tell her that I’ll leave her alone and let her heal because the lie detector test determined that’s a lie. I’m selfish but I ain’t stupid. No matter how badly I want to fuck her brains out, turn around and make sweet, sweet love to her and call her mine, I want to and have to protect her all the more.
Jamie Wright is my Achilles heel and Lord help us if there truly is a dark force at work against us because I haven’t exactly made it a secret. Now I’m going to have to be a total dick and hide my infatuation with her.
I’m throwing out a pretty big number here, but I give myself ten minutes til’ I blow that brilliant plan.
“Where are we going now?” Jamie asked, trailing behind me.
“I’m going to take you back to Taylor and Tommy’s to sit with Matt while I check on some stuff.”
And workout until even my brain hurts.
Thirty minutes later, Luke finds me punishing my body in the gym, underground of Betty.
“Heya Happy, what’s up?” My youngest brother stands behind me to spot me at the weight bench.
I can only manage to grunt a hello so I don’t lose count. Not like I’m actually keeping count; tonight is all about makin’ it hurt.
“You gotta be more careful.” I dock the bar and look up at him.
“It’s only 300, Lulu.” Luke narrows his eyes at me and gives me a warning growl.
Lulu is what I call his bitch name; whenever he acts like a chick, or is being a pussy, he’s Lulu.
“I meant your leg, dickwad.”
I look down at my knees and realize I threw on basketball shorts. Fuck. It was so easy to forget sometimes, oddly enough, and automatic for me to suit up in this same outfit when hitting the gym.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep, much needed breathe and shake my head.
“Thanks.”
“Where’s your head at?” He asks, switching places with me.
“Take a guess.” I huff.
Luke and I are pretty close. We had “buddies” growing up; Tommy and Mike were pair one, Luke and I were pair two. It helped us to teach one another and look out for each other. Older kids with younger helped the parents in public, while working on the farm or cooking, etc. The buddy system was implemented after Tommy was born, working not only for our family but the Jameson’s as well.
Yeah, Luke and I didn’t have many secrets; it didn’t help that you couldn’t really hide a secret from Luke-almighty with his ridiculous computer secret powers. If he didn’t know something, give him five minutes alone with his gadgets and he would be an expert. Kid was crazy smart
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