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Chapter 2

Jay's Piece of Mind

Grumbling to myself, I greeted Emmett as I walked into the Volturi Lounge. Sliding onto one of the bar stools, I pulled out a cigarette and lit up. Marcus slid a beer over to me as usual with a nod of his head. Maybe he could tell today was one of those days where less is more.

Spinning on my stool, I looked around the lounge, reading everyone's body language. I'd always been good at reading others, knowing just what they wanted, or needed, often before they even did. Chuckling to myself, I noticed two men grinding their bodies on the dance floor, hands pawing at each other's flesh. The flashing lights bounced around them, almost like a cage, while the savages around them groped each other like animal's in heat.

Shifting my eyes over to the other side of the bar, I smiled when I noticed the prettiest little thing sitting in one of the booths all by herself. From what I could tell from my position, she couldn't have been much taller than five foot, even with the stiletto's nestled onto her feet. Reaching out, she lifted her Margarita, taking a dainty sip from the straw. My cock liked the look of her lips wrapped around her straw. Placing the now empty glass back on the table, she lifted her arm in front of her, checking the time on the silver watch wrapped around her delicate wrist. Sighing, she leaned back in her seat, wrapping her finger around a long strand of shiny, black hair.

Looking back at Marcus, I laughed when I found another Margarita sitting on the bar for me. We never had to ask Marcus for the drinks we wanted, he knew when we were on the prowl. Nodding my thanks to him, I carried it over, sliding it across the table to her. She looked from the drink up to me, her light butterscotch eyes widening when I slid into the booth across from her.

Breathtaking.

"Do I know you?" She raised a single eyebrow, pushing the drink back toward me.

"No, but you should." I smiled, pushing it back to her. "It's for you."

"I don't want it," she smirked. "And I don't need some playboy trying to get inside my panties, either."

"Good thing, I'm not a playboy," I laughed, placing my hand on my chin. She rolled her eyes, but I saw the corner of her lips twitch. "I'm Jay."

"Hmm, good for you," she scoffed, waving me off. I waited, knowing she'd tell me her name eventually. They always did. Huffing, she shifted her eyes back to me. "Are you just going to sit there?"

"Yes." I winked. "Tell me your name."

"Why do you need to know my name?" she pressed, picking up the drink I brought for her, sipping on that damn straw again.

"Well, because I'm madly in love with you and if you don't tell me who you are, I'm going to have to do something drastic," I replied.

"Oh, yeah?" she giggled. "Like what?"

"Like buy you another drink so you get drunk off your ass and I can have my wicked way with you." Wiggling my eyebrows at her, I watched as her cheeks heated up.

"Alice," she murmured. "My name is Alice."

Her name fit her perfectly. "So, Alice," I smirked, "what brings you here?"

"I have a date." She looked toward the door, regret etched on her face. "Or I was supposed to at least, but I guess I've been stood up."

"That's the best news I've heard all day." I smiled wider, when she looked over at me, hurt evident in her eyes. "Because now, I get to be with you."

"You sure are one cocky son of a bitch," she murmured, sliding out of the booth. "Thanks for the drink, but I'm not going to be just another notch on your bedpost, Jay."

Scrambling after her, I reached out and grabbed her hand before she'd been able to take more than a couple steps. "Who said I wanted you for another notch." I spun her into my arms, reveling in how natural she felt pressed against me. "Baby, I want to know you, all of you."

"I don't believe you," she groused.

"I know, but it's the truth." She shook her head, turning back to the door. "Dance with me."

"What?" She sounded surprised.

"Dance with me. Just one dance, and then if you want to leave, I'll let you." I raised an eyebrow, daring her to refuse.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded. "Fine, but then I'm gone."

"If you say so," I smirked, sliding my hand down her arm, weaving my fingers in with hers.

Giving her hand a gentle tug, I led her onto the dance floor just as the music changed to Adam Lambert's Time for Miracles came pouring out of the speakers. I pulled her hand up on my shoulder, before dropping mine down, sliding it around her waist, and pulling her body firmly against mine. Barely audible, I heard, and felt, her gasp, knowing she could feel my desire for her, only her.

Swaying my hips to the music, I started moving against her, keeping my grip on her tight. Her body betrayed her when she started matching mine, rubbing her firm, yet tiny body against me. Spinning her, I pulled her back flush with my front, grinding my arousal into her. Her hands reached back, gripping my hips. She shoved her ass into me, teasing me each time she swayed against me. I wanted to take her, claim her as ours.

Leaning my lips down to her ears, I chuckled, "Baby, do you feel what you do to me?"

"Not me," she gasped, stepping away. Forcefully, I dragged her back against me. "Jay!"

"You, Alice," I hissed, grinding my pelvis into her backside. "Only you."

Turning her once again in my arms, I brought my hand up to the back of her head, weaving my fingers through her long, dark hair. Tilting her head back, Alice lifted her eyes up to mine, leaving her hands resting on my chest. Letting a heavy breath slip between her lips, she turned, stepping away from me. Grabbing her arm, I spun her back toward me, crushing my lips down onto hers. Crying out, she tried to push my chest, but I held her firmly against me, deepening the kiss..Gripping my shirt in her hands, she seemed to be giving into to me. However, a moment later, she wiggled out of my arms, bringing her hand up to slap me, striking hard.

"You don't get to kiss me," she snapped, turning and running out of the bar.

For a moment I stood there, frozen, feeling nothing but the sting of her tiny hand on my face, and wondering why this woman drove us insane. Snapping out of my daze, I chased after her, but she climbed into a cab before I could get to her. Driving off, it felt like she took our heart with her. Damn her and damn myself for letting go of my control with her.

"Boss?" I turned finding Angela, standing behind me. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I snarked, gesturing back inside the bar. "Get back to work."

Giving me a look, Angela went back inside. Pulling my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, I lit another one watching the cars drive passed me. Running one hand through my hair, I headed back inside, trying to understand why Alice made my heart ache.

-XXX-

I stood in front of the window in my office, over looking the parking lot. One hand rested on the glass, while the other was shoved into the pocket of my black dress pants. The sun lowered itself in the sky, caressing the buildings, hugging them like a warm winter blanket. Ironic since we were in the middle of summer. Pushing off the glass, I went back over and sat down behind my desk, leaning back in my chair. Like I've done every day since I met her, my mind drifted off to Alice.

She'd been haunting our dreams, beckoning us toward her, but never letting us catch her. She was driving us mad with desire. Jas felt that we should let her go, wait for her to come to us. Never be the first to make a move. Whit's approach would have been to force her to acknowledge her hold on us. But I wanted her to want us, to need us, the way we wanted and needed her.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed away from my desk, gathering my belongings, and walked out of my office, locking the door behind me. Spinning around, I ran into someone, falling back against my door. The person I'd ran into dropped the arm full of folders they were holding, scattering papers all over the floor.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." I knelt down, trying to help them pick them up. It wasn't until a the dainty hand grabbed mine, that I looked up, seeing her right in front of me. "Alice."

"I've got this," she muttered, releasing my arm. Taking a deep breath, I handed her the stack I'd managed to gather. "Thanks."

"What are you doing here?" I blurted, clamping my mouth shut.

"I work here," she replied. "I just transferred to the pediatrics floor. I'm the new activities director." Looking up at my door, she let her eyes drop to mine. "You're a shrink. I thought you worked at the bar?"

"Child psychologist." I smiled. "And can't I do both?"

She shook her head, standing up. "I wouldn't have figured you to be someone who works with kids."

"Why?" I lifted an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, please, Jay. You came on pretty cocky in the bar," she scoffed.

"Yeah, well, you came off as a bitch," I snarked, walking away from her.

"Better a bitch, than letting some playboy use me," she spat. I stopped, looking over my shoulder at her. "Don't think I don't know your game, Jay."

"My game," I snapped, marching up to her. She gasped, stepping back. "I'm not playing any fucking game, Alice. All I want is a chance to get to know you, the real you, but you're too fucking stuck up to give me the chance!'

Raising her hand up, she tried to slap me again, but I caught it, pulling her flush with my chest. Grabbing the back of her head with my other hand, I crushed my lips down onto her for the second time, causing her to drop everything again. She tried to push me off of her, but when her lips parted, I knew she was ours. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I deepened the kiss, stumbling forward until she hit the wall. Her hand clenched the front of my shirt, delicious moans slipping out of her mouth. I belonged to her, too.

Tearing myself away from her, I stepped back, panting as I tried to catch my breath. "I'm here, Alice. Right here, asking you to give me a chance."

Leaving her leaning against the wall, I left, rushing into the elevator before I turned and took her right then and there. But I needed her to make the choice to want me enough to let go of any preconceived notions she had about us, or who we were.

-XXX-

Another couple of weeks passed in a haze. Every day I saw her at the hospital, working with the kids that resided on the floor. Sometimes, they'd be playing games, other times, they'd be drawing or making types of arts and crafts, doing whatever she could to make their stay in the hospital more manageable. The more we watched her, the more we wanted her, needed her. I'd sit in my office, listening to to her laugh, her soft tinkling giggles echoing down the hallway, burning into my soul. While I listened to the records from the previous days, I picked up the notes Jas and Whit had left for me. Most people would have found it disturbing to see their face on video doing things you didn't do, but for us it was the norm, so seeing a note in my writing that I didn't write wasn't strange to us.

Every time she saw me, she'd turn and rush off, giving me the cold shoulder. I wanted to scream at her to stop. I wanted to push her against the wall, take her body and heart, make her ours for good, but I didn't. I couldn't, not until I knew that she wanted us to feel her, to touch her, to love her.

After a long evening dealing with hearing children speak of horrors that would send most people over the edge, I locked my office, ready to go home. It wasn't until I heard someone clear their throat, that I realized someone stood behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Alice leaning against the wall across the hallway. Pulling my key out of my lock, I turned and faced her. She wore a short black pencil skirt, resting just above her knee, and looking like it had been painted on. Tucked into her skirt, she wore a white silk blouse, and a pair of black heels.

Beautiful.

"Alice," I murmured, at the same moment she spoke, "Jay."

Laughing, I motioned for her to go first. She smiled."I wanted to apologize."

I waited for her to say more, but she didn't. "Was that it?" I scoffed. She dropped her eyes. "What are you doing here, Alice?"

"Honestly, I don't know," she admitted, sounding ashamed for standing in front of me. Shaking my head, I walked away from her, not willing to stand there while she degraded the feelings she clearly felt. "Jay, wait!"

Stopping, I spun around. "What do you want, Alice?" I begged.

"I don't know," she cried out, throwing her hands up. "Every fucking day, I see you and all I can think about is how your lips felt against mine, your body pressed against me, and, goddamn it, Jay, I want you so fucking bad!"

"I'm right here, Alice," I laughed, placing my hand on my chest.

"But will you be there once you've gotten what you want from me?" she grumbled, shaking her head.

"You don't know what I want from you, because you've never listened to a word I've said," I muttered. "You think I'm looking for a quick piece of ass, but I'm not. I can get that at the bar any night of the week. Alice, I want to know you, to learn everything about you."

"Why?" she whispered, looking up at me with tears swimming in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to her, placing my hand over her heart. "Jay."

"I don't know why," I replied, "but I'm captivated by you. You draw me to you and I want to fight it, to let you go, but I can't."

"I don't want you to let me go." She sighed, covering my hand with hers. Swallowing thickly, she looked into my eyes. "Not again."

Bringing my hand up to her face, I once again lowered my lips down onto hers. "Come home with me," I murmured. "Please."

Wordlessly, Alice nodded, allowing me to lead her to the elevator. As the doors shut behind us, I knew tonight would be a new beginning for us, all of us.

-XXX-

The house was dark when we pulled up into the driveway. I climbed out, rushing around to open Alice's door for her. She seemed surprised when I helped her out. I smiled, my momma didn't raise a fool. We knew how to woo a woman. A low chuckle vibrated through my chest, but whether Alice noticed or not, I couldn't be sure. Unlocking the front door, I pulled Alice in after me, kicking it closed.

Without making a sound, I led her through the house and upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Turning back to her, I smiled, keeping the lights dim enough to set the mood. Picking up the remote off my bedside table, I turned on the radio, setting to a station that played soft jazz. Alice looked terrified as I dropped the remote, crossing the room to where she stood.

"You're beautiful." Bringing my hand up, I cupped her face, letting my fingers ease their way to the back of her head, where I pulled the clip out. Her raven hair, cascaded down, framing her face, and making her even more beautiful than she already was, leaving me in complete awe of her.

"Jay." She took a deep breath, leaning into my embrace. I could feel her body trembling. "Oh, Jay."

"I'll take care of you," I promised, sliding my fingers down her neck, until I reached the collar of her blouse. "Let me take care of you."

Alice's head fell back when I popped the first button, moaning as I reached for the second, then a third. Once I had all of them undone, I tucked my hands inside, pushing the silky material down her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Sliding my free hand up her side, I cupped her ample mound through the sheer bra she wore, feeling her nipple harden beneath my fingers. She moaned, my length stirred in my pants, wanting to be let out to play with her.

I released her breast, only to reach behind her and remove her bra, dropping it down with her shirt. Sliding my hand down her back, I kept my eyes locked on hers, losing myself in her deep, butterscotch eyes. Reaching the top of her skirt, I popped the button, lowered the zipper, and pushed it down her hips, over her smooth skin, letting it pool at her feet. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I ran my hand up her calf, bending her leg at the knee so she could step out of her skirt. Reaching up, I gripped the sides of her matching white panties, and ghosted them down, leaving her standing naked in front of me.

Magnificent

Standing back up, I swept her off her feet, letting her pumps fall to the floor while I carried her over, laying her in the middle of my bed. Surrounded by the dark maroon sheets, her hair flared out under her, her pale, porcelain skin shimmered under me. Ripping off my shirt, I threw it behind me, not caring where it landed.

Alice giggled, propping herself up on her elbows. "Are you in a hurry?" she purred, when I kicked my pants off, leaving only my black boxers on. Her eyes drifted down, resting on the outline of my erection. When they widened, I chuckled, slipping my hands inside and pushing my underwear down. Size had never been our problem.

"I've been waiting for this for weeks," I growled, using lazy strokes on myself. "You don't know how many times I had to stop myself from taking you against one of the walls, or bending you over the nurses' desk." Alice shivered when I released my shaft, climbing on the bed so that I hovered over her. "Always teasing me with short skirts, tighter than skin pants."

"Jay," she moaned, placing her hands on my chest. "Promise me that you aren't just using me!"

"I plan to do a lot to your body tonight, but using you is not one of them." Dropping my lips down to her ear, I whispered, "Trust me, baby."

"I do," she gasped. Lifting my head up, I saw only truth in her eyes. "I do, Jay."

"Good," I murmured, slipping my finger into her, making sure she was ready for me. "Baby, I want this to be perfect, and before the nights over, I will taste you on my tongue, feel your lips wrapped around me as I fill your mouth, but right now, I need to be inside of you."

Pressing her hands against my chest, she groaned, "Take me."

Pulling my finger out of her, I grabbed a condom from the drawer, ripping the foil package and rolling the latex down, stifling my own moan. Gripping her leg, I lifted it, positioning it up on my hip, opening her even more for me. Slipping just the tip of myself into her warm heaven, I groaned, feeling her caressing me already. I knew she would hug me inside her, milking me for everything I'd give her. Crushing my lips onto hers, I thrust quickly, filling her to the brink.

Alice gasped against my frantic mouth, digging her nails into my shoulder. Pleasurable pain rocketed through me. I wanted more, so much more. Dropping my head into the crook of her neck, I started moving, going slow at first, but gaining speed as her body molded itself to mine. She welcomed me into her over and over, whimpering under me, begging me not to stop. We'd never stop needing her, wanting her, owning her. She'd always be ours, and, whether she knew it or not, we'd always belong to her.

"Jay," she cried, arching into me. Her walls tightened, drawing me into her deeper than before.

Grabbing her hands, I pinned them to the bed, driving into her harder, faster, taking what was rightfully ours. With each new thrust, she'd spasm around me, causing me to hit her at a different angle every time I shifted my hips into her. Securing both her hands under one of mine, I snaked my arm under her, lifting her off the bed, hitting her sweet spot. Clamping her thighs around my waist, she let go, falling over the edge with a shattering scream, "JAY!"

Slamming into her a dozen more times, I let go, finding my own release, and spilling into the latex wrapped around me. "Alice," I growled, nipping at her neck with my teeth as I rode out the pleasurable waves rocking through me.

Regretfully, I pulled out of her, disposing of the condom before laying back on the bed next to her. Alice curled up next to me, laying her hand on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her, tugging the sheet up to cover us. Pressing my lips to top of her head, I shifted my eyes up to the camera behind the mirror, letting a playful smirk creep up, and whispered, "Never letting you go, baby. Not ever."

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