James's P.O.V.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell as loud as I could, specifically at Logan for being super naive to think that douche bag was just being nice. I could see it in the way he was looking at Logan. He wanted to strip him and fuck him. Okay...maybe not that but he was definitely looking at him like he was a rib eye hanging up in a butcher shop. I felt like the only thing I could have done, was hit him as hard as I could. I just wish I actually did hit him as hard as I could. And I wish I hadn't seen Logan walk out of the house with him, holding a bag of ice up against his nose. Screaming seemed like the best option. That is until I saw the one person who, even more so than Logan, could calm me down and make me feel good.
Carlos stopped in front of me as I leaned against the fireplace my arms crossed over my chest. I was only standing here, because I could see outside, which is where I just saw Logan get into a huge black pickup truck laughing at something this the asshole I just hit, said. But once I saw Carlos standing in front of me all that anger I just felt, disappeared. "So that's pretty cool. You straight up assaulted my friend Kendall."
"He was touching Logan." Carlos frowned also crossing his arms over his chest, one eyebrow raised. "He was acting like a jackass."
"He always acts like a jackass. That's who Kendall is." He said it calmly and very softly, making my heart flutter. "Johnny said you had an errand to run. You want some company?" He tilted his head to left and had the sexiest God damn smirk on his face, I couldn't help but nod. He chuckled and nodded behind him, to the front door. As he turned I pushed off the fireplace and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets stealing a glance down to his ass in a pair of tight black jeans. As I looked back up, he swung the door open and stepped out, pulling his hood up on his head. I shut the door hard behind me and pulled my car keys out of my pocket.
"Is it cool if I drive?" He only nodded walking out to the street and looked down both ways as heavy snow flakes fell down around him and us. I swallowed hard as he walked around my small silver sports car and went to the passenger side door. "I thought you didn't want to be apart of any of this?" I quickly slid the key into the lock and turned it, hearing his door also unlock. He chuckled again and got in fast knocking his boots off onto the side of my car, to get the snow off. As I got in, slamming another door, I turned to see him pushing his hood off and running a hand through his hair.
"I don't." He looked over at me as he sat back in the seat pulling out a pack of smokes. "I don't want to know what this errand is...so I'll wait in the car if that is alright?" I nodded putting the key in the ignition and harshly revved my engine. "So...how come you and Logan weren't together in there?" I kept my seat belt off as I peeled off the side of the curb and sped down the street. I smelled his cigarette and blindly reached out hearing him inhale. As he handed it to me, I set it in between my lips before putting my hand down, gently on his thigh. I slowed down to a stop sign and glanced in my rear view mirror seeing no one and quickly took my other hand off the wheel and inhaled deep and harshly before lowering it from my mouth. I glanced over to see I was being watched and smirked handing the cigarette back to him. He took it but still kept looking at me. I exhaled stepping on the gas, and grabbed the wheel clearing my throat.
"He is always pissed off at me. I can't ever win."
"Yeah that whole hitting a guy you don't know doesn't help." I rolled my eyes as one of his hands set on mine, still on his thigh. "And he's not stupid James. He has to know you're not faithful."
"He has no idea Carlos. Trust me. He wouldn't be with me if he did. He'd also have my balls in a vise if he found out I was fucking around on him."
"So why was he pissed this time then?" I eyed him carefully still driving and saw him roll down his window flicking his cigarette gently out it to knock off the ash.
"Well..." I looked back to the front and saw a street sign at a corner we were approaching. I veered off to the right and slowly turned the corner going down the new street. "He happened to see one of my shirts on the bedroom floor today. It was a little stained."
"Stained?" I laughed sitting back and squeezed his thigh hearing him quietly say oh. "So he went down the same route...wants you to quit and what not?"
"Yeah. And honestly...I want to. But I know the minute I walk away they will come after me, and more importantly him." I heard him laugh as I slowly rolled to a stop in front of another huge mansion, like the one we just left.
"How is it that you could be a ruthless thug and yet still have the heart of fucking gold?" I squeezed his thigh one last time before I opened up my car door.
"Be right back." He quietly said okay before I shut my door and shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I gripped onto the rolled up cash in my left pocket and gently touched the envelope in my right one. I was careful to walk up the sidewalk feeling my feet not so stable on the snowy ground. But as I walked up to the wrap around porch, the front door to the house opened, making me stop quick. I gripped tighter onto the cash in my pocket. Walking out of the house, zipping up the black sweater on his body was a man I hated more than anything. But like every time I saw him, I smiled big and squared up my shoulders. "Jack." The aging man walked down his porch steps and right up to me, frowning. "How's your night going?"
"Well my daughter came home with a real piece of shit so not great. Hopefully you can make it better?" He raised both eyebrows at me and extended his right hand. I quickly did as well, the envelope in my hand and gently slapped it into his hand. His frown turned into a big grin and he gently pulled his hand back. "Thank you very much my friend." I smirked and nodded watching him slip the envelope into his pocket. "Anything else?"
"Yes." Jack's smile fell off his face and I shrugged glancing around at the snow covered front yard. "We need a favor from you Senator." I looked back to him my smirk now wide and held back my laughter seeing him go completely still. "A friend of ours is in serious financial trouble. It seems like a few of your people have some racists tendencies." He looked down quick and I frowned. "Carlos Garcia's restaurant is constantly being hit with graffiti and random ICE inspections. No one really wants to go around there anymore either. Why?" He looked back up and swallowed hard.
"It's not my choice. It's the people..." I raised a hand quick and set it on his shoulder shaking my head.
"Hey I get it. You have people pulling your puppet strings for you so you don't look like the bad guy. But let's get one thing straight." I stepped closer, moving my hand to his neck and quickly and harshly grabbed a hold, squeezing tight. Both his hands went to mine around his neck, but it just encouraged me to squeeze harder. "If these attacks continue to happen, we will release all those pictures we have of you with the many, many different hookers and prostitutes you like to fuck with." I raised my other hand quick and harshly shoved the rolled money into his sweater pocket. "And we will have you removed from office." I let his neck go and stepped back hearing him gasping out, and bending slightly, putting his hands on his knees coughing out. "And it's not going to be done within the laws of our democracy. Do we understand each other Senator Williams?" He stood up straight rubbing his neck and nodded fast, looking right in my eyes. I smiled big and raised my hand again, gently slapping his face. "Fantastic. Have a good night Senator. Tell the wife and kids I said hello." I turned fast putting my hands back in my pocket and walked to my car still on, with Carlos sitting in it, looking fucking great, but not looking at me.
"Tell Johnny it will be taken care of." I only nodded, chuckling quietly as I got to my door and opened it, slipping in fast. As I slammed my door and glanced out Carlos's window I saw Jack was still standing where I left him.
"Is that Senator Williams?" I nodded stepping on my gas and harshly turned my steering wheel, so I could turn around on the street. "What the fuck does Senator Williams have to do with you guys?" I shook my head adjusting myself in my seat and sat back breathing out hard. "Were you squeezing his throat? And then hit him in the stomach, or something?"
"No. Do you wanna grab some dinner or something?" I eyed him as I turned back down the street of Johnny's house, but instead of going back to his house, I went the other way. Carlos shook his head, flicking his cigarette out his rolled down window. He rolled the window back up and sat up further on his seat.
"Sure. I just need to do something first." I turned my head completely to him but couldn't stop him as he reached down into my crotch, already taking off my seat belt. I groaned as his other hand cupped around the outline of my cock in my jeans and looked back to the road.
"Do you not remember the last time we tried this?"
"Yeah you came all over my car and almost got us killed." My belt, zipper and button were undone and he quickly pulled my dick out of my boxers and jeans rubbing it quickly and roughly. "Can you handle it this time?" I put my head back and shook my head thrusting my hips up into his hand. "James..." I looked back up and pulled over to the side, of a very empty street and stopped my car. I grabbed his face and pulled it up to mine hard. His hand left my dick and both of his went to my neck. I blindly reached to my wheel, and searched for a little button that would raise my steering wheel. When I felt it, I hit it and then quickly reached out for him pulling me towards me. He however pushed back and sat back in his seat. I almost started to pout but when I saw him kicking off his boots I sat back and grabbed a hold of myself, slowly stroking. I watched with wide eyes as he pulled his jeans and boxers off in an impressive amount of time, and then crawl over to me. I pushed my seat back a little and raised my legs so he could sit on my lap while he rubbed me to get hard. "Can I ask you something?" I nodded as he sat back on my knees and put one hand on my face as he leaned into me. "What do I have to do, to get you all to myself?" I smirked putting my head back and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his hurt face. "I...I understand your job is difficult and dangerous. And I even understand that Logan is like...the love of your life, or whatever but..."
"But nothing." I raised my head back up and shook it seeing him sit up, so he could put me inside him. "I'm not going to risk anything happening to you. If Logan ever found out I was cheating on him, not only would it crush him, he would do everything he could to let Johnny and everyone else know who it was with, and you'd be dead." He rolled his eyes but groaned out as he put me at his entrance. "Doesn't this seem like the better option?" He chuckled leaning forward and put his forehead on mine, just as I slid inside him.
"Yeah. I would much rather only fuck you in a car, or quickly at my house. then to be in an actual relationship with you, and go on real dates." I grabbed a hold of his hips hard and raised him up, just to push him back down on me. "With all the trouble Logan puts you through...why don't you just leave him? Just say it's not working out, and come live with me?"
"Because I love him." We locked eyes as he put his hands on my chest and I shook my head. "But I also love you. Please just...be patient with me." He closed his eyes and groaned again, pushing his lips softly into mine. "I'm going to figure something out, alright?" I pulled back a little, raising one hand and cupped his neck gently. "Just...wait for me, okay?" He nodded fast pushing in again, and licked at my lips forcing my mouth open. Once I did, I let him control our kiss as I controlled the speed of how hard I was fucking him. We went silent, except for the occasional groan, and the sound of his body slamming down on mine. And in the silence and darkness around us, as snow fell, I knew Logan was out somewhere, probably with Kendall, most likely doing exactly what I was doing. At least that's what I tricked my brain into thinking. That way I wouldn't feel as guilty.