Chapter One: Use Somebody
July 23rd, 2010
"Where the hell are you Jem? You were supposed to be here to help set up, and now you're not even on time for the actual party? Dammit Jem call me when you get this message…bye." I closed my phone shut, leaving a message on Jem's phone for the fifth time since the party started. How in the hell could he be late for his own son's fifth birthday party? What kind of man does that? I walked back outside to the backyard; Caden was being as happy as a kid could be when his father hadn't yet shown up to his birthday party, Doug was over on the grill flippin' burgers and hot dogs, Krista was by the bounce house with her daughter Shyne—much to my dismay she came here with her friends Pixie and Lauren. I didn't like either of 'em, they could both go to hell for all I cared. The only reason I tolerated Krista was because she was Jem's sister and the mother of Caden's cousin Shyne.
"Mommy," a little tug on my shorts broke me from observing the party. I looked down to see Caden looking up at me with eyes just like his fathers, an impeccably bright shade of blue. "Where's Daddy? He's takin too long."
"Sweetie," I said kneeling down and taking Caden's taupe colored hands in my own. "Your dad—"
"Is right here kid," a voice that could only be Jem's said from behind me.
I turned and stood to see him walking in, shades propped up on his forehead, Puma track suit on, brand new gym shoes, gold jewelry adorning his neck and wrist, and in his hands he held a large kid sized monster truck with a green bow atop it. Needless to say Caden was more than happy and forgot all about his father being late.
"Thank you!" before Jem even had a chance to set the car down; Caden was already running towards his dad just to wrap his little arms around him. I supposed if Caden was happy, I was satisfied.
"You know toys like this aren't always gonna make it up to him," I said taking the truck over to the rest of the gifts as Jem followed close behind me with Caden on his hip. "You were supposed to be here to help me set up the place, you're lucky the guys and my dad were already here to help me."
I turned to see him trying to give me those apologetic eyes he did whenever he knew he fucked up with me. "I'm sorry alright; I had some stuff I had to do—"
"Stuff more important than Cay?" I said, my hands subconsciously going to my hips. "What the hell Jem?"
His eyes narrowed at me—I knew that look. That look was reserved for when he was getting pissed and didn't wanna voice it at the moment…yeah, I knew that look well.
"Hey go on and play with your friends alright," Jem said setting Caden on the floor and in the direction of his friends. He stood back up to his full height of five feet and ten inches, easily towering over my frame of five feet and only three and a half inches.
"Don't fuckin' say shit like that in front of our fuckin' kid alright? I'm sorry I was late; I fuckin' had shit to do okay. I got him the fuckin' truck, he's happy so what else do you fuckin' want from me?"
"You know what Jem…whatever," I waved him off and began to walk over to where all the kids were. Before I had walked three steps, Jem's arm was around my waist and pulling me back towards him by the gift table.
"Wait, wait, wait, I wasn't done yet," he said once I was back facing him. "Just because it's only Caden's birthday doesn't mean he's the only one to get the gifts alright." I smirked as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangular shaped box, of course I didn't expect a fuckin' ring from him. He opened the box to reveal a white gold necklace with a cross on it, similar to the one he wore every day. "Whadaya think?"
"Jem…I tell ya not to spend your money on me, and you never fuckin' listen," I said with a smile and took the necklace from him. "Put it on for me?" I asked as I turned my back facing him so he could snap it on easier for me.
"Tell me when I do fuckin' listen to ya," he chuckled clasping the necklace around my neck. "Turn the fuck around, what are ya waitin' for?" he said chuckling again.
I soothed it down on the fabric of my tank top, and then straightened the chain on the skin of my neck that was similar to Caden's, only a few shades darker. I looked him in the eye as his eyes went to the necklace.
"Looks good," he said, his eyes going back up to mine. "I got Caden's birthday engraved on it, and look," he said pulling out another gold chain from underneath his shirt to reveal a dog tag attached to it. Sure enough when he showed it to me one side was Caden's newborn picture with July 23rd, 2005 under it, and the other side read "Caden Mikal Coughlin."
"I like it," I said smiling as I fingered the dog tag. "Is that why you were late?"
He looked down, at me, down, then back up at me before answering, "Yeah of course. Where the fuck else would I be?" he said chuckling before he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed into the direction of Doug, Gloan, and Des.
"Yeah right," I said when he was out of earshot. I knew exactly where he was—buying fucking Oxy and Xbox games. I was more than sure he had left them in his Lexus so I wouldn't see it. "Sure you were."
"Yay! Go Mommy, go!" Caden yelled as he sat on my lap while we slid down the bounce house together. I'll admit, although I was too damn grown, twenty-eight to be exact, for this these bounce houses were a lot more fun than some of the stuff I grew up around. Caden and his generation had it made.
I couldn't stop giggling as we got off. My bare feet, I couldn't wear my flip-flops on the slide, walked back to the opening with Caden in my hands to get on again, told ya it was fun. Just as I was getting on I heard the most annoying chuckle, turning in the direction of the back door I saw Jem talking with Krista and her friend Pixie, drinking beers as if they were having a grand ole' time. She was laughing incessantly, her hands touching his arm, her body unnecessarily close to his—I was getting more and more upset by this by the minute.
"Hey Nina can you watch Caden in there for me?" I asked the sixteen year old girl who lived down the street and babysat for me sometimes.
"Yeah, yeah no problem," she said following Caden into the opening.
I slipped on my flip-flops and headed towards them. Now it may seem that I'm jealous, which I can be, but the bitch had been pining after Jem ever since I had Caden. Like having a fucking baby was gonna make Jem wanna leave me, hell having Caden was the best thing that happened in me and Jem's lives. After those seven years in Walpole, Jem had come back a different person in 2003, and when I got pregnant in January Caden had just made everything matter again, especially when me and Jem were on the verge of breaking up.
"You guys look cozy," I said directing that towards Jem and Pixie. "All you need is some fuckin' jazz, dim lights, and a love seat and you'd be set—that'd be fuckin' perfect." The sarcasm dripping from my voice was thick.
Jem simply scoffed and looked to the right of him, it was Krista and Pixie who said something to me, but I spoke first, not wanting to hear anything coming from either of their mouths.
"You know Krista I thought I told you bout bringin' ya trashy ass friends around my house, especially this bimbo right here," I said pointing to Pixie.
"Who the hell are you calling a bimbo," she said stepping up to me.
"You had betta back the fuck up before I rip that nasty hair outta your head," I said stepping even closer to her. If she wanted to hit me she already would've.
"Damn Aislin," Krista said looking at me. "Why do you always fuckin' talk shit to my friends?"
"Kris how many ti—"
"You know what both of yous can just sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up alright," Jem said stepping in between both me and Pixie. "It's Caden's fuckin birthday, we ain't doin' this shit here ya got it?"
"What-the-fuck-ever, we were just leaving anyway," Krista said as she rubbed her palm down her mouth. "This fuckin' party is shit anyways." She said as she walked past me, Pixie in tow behind her.
"Yeah, that's because I don't fuckin' keep Oxy in my house for your ass—"
"Aislin, shut the fuck up," Jem said grabbing my arm and pulling inside the house. "You can't keep talking shit about my fuckin' sister alright? What the hell's the matter with ya?"
I simply looked at him—bewildered that he had the nerve to say that shit to me after chattin up that skank who gave more free rides that the Staten Island Ferry. His grip on my arm was getting too tight for my liking. I was fuckin' pissed at him probably more than anyone at the moment right now. "Get ya fuckin' hands off me James," I said pushing him back as I yanked my arms out of his grip. "You're the last fuckin' person to be tellin' me what I can and can't be doing with all the shit you've pulled over the past five years." Before I could even hear his reply I was out on the back yard already.
"Baby are you ready for cake and ice cream?" I asked loudly as I saw Caden already running up to me. His black curls bouncing on his head as he did so. I swear this little boy was the only thing that kept me going sometime when Jem was pissing me off. If it wasn't for Caden loving his daddy the way he does, me and Jem probably wouldn't be with each other right now. Now don't get me wrong, I love Jem more than anything, he was the father of my kid, but at times he could be the biggest, fuckin' douchebag in all of Charlestown.
"Yay! Cake and ice cream! Cake and ice cream!" Came the many voices of children ready for the sweets.
I laughed and scooped up Caden in my arms, walking over to the table where the cake and ice cream was set up. People had already gathered around the round table to see Caden blow out five green candles to go with his four leaf clover shaped, green frosted, chocolate cake and mint green colored ice cream—Jem insisted on sticking with the Irish tradition, "my son if gonna fuckin live, eat, breath Irish."
I was more than positive that by the time Caden is sixteen Jem will have taken him to get his first "Fighting Irish" tattoos like Jem had on the back of his neck. Now of course I loved the Irish side of my family, my father was born and raised right in Clare, Munster, Ireland, but on the other hand my mother was a French-African who was born in South Africa. I needed for Jem to realize that Caden is still French and South African, but he honestly didn't believe that, you can't get nothing past that thick head of his.
"Now blow out your candles and make a wish!" I said as I stood next to Caden, Jem standing on the other side of him. Caden did so, in taking a huge breath and letting it out on the five candles as he made his wish.
"Yay!" everyone cheered him on as they clapped happily for the newly turned five years old.
"Smiles from the happy family!" Doug's loud voice sounded as he pointed the camera in my, Jem, and Caden's direction.
He had definitely caught us by surprise as we all smiled when the camera flashed.
Yeah, Caden had an eventful birthday.
"I still don't see why I couldn't play with my toys," Caden frowned as I took him out of the bathtub and continued getting him ready for bed. It was well over his bedtime, four and a half hours over his bedtime to be exact—he was supposed to be asleep at seven o'clock, and it was already nearing eleven-thirty now.
"Because its bedtime and they will still be there tomorrow alright," I said following him into his bedroom and taking out a fresh pair of underwear and pajamas. "You can go play with them first thing in the morning—"
"Yay!" he said cutting me off. Man him and his father had a fun time doing that didn't they?"
"After you brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat all of your breakfast." I finished, resulting in a pouty frown on his face. "Oh cheer up Leprechaun." I said as I slipped him on his underwear and pjs and tucked him in the bed. "Night love," I said kissing him on his forehead.
"Night Mommy," he said sleepily, falling fast asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
I turned off the light, turned on his nightlight, and closed the door to a crack.
I made my way back down the stairs and picked up any stray dish left in some odd place in the house—why did people act as if they didn't know where the sink was? By the time I reached the kitchen I was balancing eight dishes in my arms, carefully setting them in the soapy water filled side of the sink. My hands went to work scrubbing them clean immediately, getting into the routine of scrubbing, rinsing, and racking after I had cleaned about four dishes and was on my fifth.
The feel of a bulge pressed into my shorts covered backside and a pair of hands wrapped themselves around my waist—Jem. I could tell by the scent of him, that cologne I bought him, Irish Tweed, cigarettes, and alcohol made up his unique scent—unique to me anyways. I would be able to distinguish that scent from anything. "I thought you had gone home already," I said as I leaned into his touch. I might've been pissed at him earlier, but with the right touches he was able to calm the storm he had awaken in me.
"Un-unh," he replied with his face nuzzled into that spot of my neck. "I was in the bathroom," he mumbled in my ear.
He had begun to whisper the sweetest things in my ear as opposed to the usual stuff I heard from him every day. "Cayden asleep?" he said his hands lifting up my tank top and undoing my belt as he kissed all over my neck as I nodded. "Good," he said as he sneaked a hand down into the fabric of my panties, immediately groping the folds down there, making me press into him. As one of his hands caressed me down there, his other hand was massaging and kneading my right breast. I gasped sharply as I felt him finally enter one of his fingers inside of me, making me press into him even more.
"Fuck, you're fuckin' wet already," Jem said to me as he slipped in two more fingers.
I moaned softly as he continued with his ministrations. One of my hands was around his neck as the other held onto the arm making me moan right now. Almost too soon, his hands were gone off of my body but he wasn't stepping back from me. I could only hear the faint sound of fabric rustling and figured it to be his tank top. I guess I was right when I next felt my tank being lifted up and I leaned into him to feel the warmth of his chest on my back.
"Fuck, Jem," I moaned as he unhooked my bra and let it fall in the sink.
Next came the sound of his drawstring unloosening and then pants falling down to the floor, pooling around his ankles. Me on the other hand, he had all but yanked my shorts and panties off and lifted me up to get them off of me completely. When he set me back to the floor, he kicked my legs apart wider than they were a few minutes ago.
His hand was tightly gripping on the dip between my neck and shoulder as his other hand was on him as he guided his member in-between the lips that opened my entrance to him. As soon as his tip touched that tight ring, he thrusted into me immediately.
"Shit, even after five years and havin' Caden," he said as his thrusts never slowed down. "You're still as fuckin' tight as when I first fucked ya in ya parents bed when you were fourteen."
My moans increased in both volume and tempo. The way Jem was making love to me right now, yes I said love, was somewhat sweeter than usual. My hands had to grip onto the counter in order to steady myself, if it weren't for Jem pressing into me as hard as he was I'm pretty sure my knees would've felt like mush right about now. He continued to keep one hand on that dip in my neck, his thumb rubbing against that spot on my neck that only he knew about. He moved his other hand back to its previous vacancy and it seemed as if it never left that spot. His middle finger on that nub and his penis inside of me were both working in synch with each other as he kept on thrusting and getting me closer and closer to that peak where I knew I would be forced to control my volume in fear of waking up Caden and him coming down to find Mommy and Daddy in a rather awkward position…literally.
Jem's sounds of love making were always a cross between grunting, panting, and gasping—he never moaned unless he was pleasuring himself, which is a completely different story. At the moment he was making grunts that would rival a caveman. With every push in and out of me he made a grunt, it was quite the turn on.
"Harder Jem, oh fuck, go harder," I moaned holding onto the sink faucet, my face only inches from the water as I leaned over the sink from pure pleasure. His hand that was on that dip was now sliding down my back and repeatedly spanking and rubbing the skin of my ass. Words coming out of Jem's mouth like "yeah you like that don't you," "tell me you fuckin' love it," and "fuckin' come for me." And he didn't waste one second in obliging me.
His hips were smacking into my ass like he would be dragged off of me by the FBI in the next few seconds. And those ministrations are what pushed me over the edge. I tried my best at keeping my voice down but it seemed futile. If it weren't for Jem yanking me back up by my hair and silencing me with a wet, passionate kiss then we would've had one confused and scarred for life five years old.
As I racked out my orgasm, Jem continued pushing into me without breaking speed. He still hadn't reached his and he was going to plow into my oversensitive sex organs until he did, which was fine by me. I could tell it was close though, Jem had always had the tendency to start massaging the small of my back when he was only seconds away from climaxing. And just as I thought it, I felt his seed squirting into me, filling me up the way he always did. His thrusts slowing down till they were like a spasm every few seconds.
"Fuck," he breathed out as he collapsed on my back, painfully pressing his weight into me and causing my abdomen to press into the metal of the sink.
"Ow," I said trying to use my arm to get up. "Jem!" I yelled out at him.
"Oh shit," he said noticing what he was doing to me. "I'm sorry Aislin," he said chuckling as he stood and backed up a few steps off of me. "You okay?"
I turned around and sure enough there was a thick bright red line of disturbed skin between the area below my breasts and above my navel. "Aw shit I'm sorry baby," Jem said his hands going to my hips. "Let daddy make it all better for ya," he said lowering his lips to kiss across the red line. He looked back up at me with those eyes that made me melt and without warning scooped me into his arms and made way for what I could only guess the master bedroom, which unfortunately was only two doors down from Caden's. Meant we had to be very quiet.
We didn't have the support of being downstairs in the kitchen like we did during our first of three escapades of the night. I collapsed on top of Jem, that was the fourth and last time of the night we had went at it. My entire body was spent and I knew I would regret this in the morning when the muscles between my legs were screaming at me for not taking it easy. But when I was with Jem these things were common, he had always left the most memorable bruises on my inner thighs when I had sex with him, and I loved it. In a way it was sort of him "marking his territory" I guess you could say.
I rolled over and nuzzled into his chest, feeling the drowsiness take over me almost immediately. "I love you, you know that?" I said looking up at him through half lidded eyes. Him leaning against the propped up pillows not too far from sleep himself.
"I love ya too," he said looking down and kissing me on my forehead. "Yep, I fuckin' love ya too. You and Caden."
I am in love with Jeremy Renner and -all- of his characters...I'm going to marry that man, for sure. This is sure to be a story, and I hope all you other Jem/Jeremy Renner lovers will appriciate what I'm trying to do this, and loyally follow me on their journey-I've got some major plans for Aislin and Jem.
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