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I am so sorry for not updating sooner! I've been so busy with school (midterms were last week), friends, and "Addicted", a story that Jatieluv and I are cowriting. We go by the penname JatieFantasy, but be warned - it's M rated for good reason people! We're talking sex, mentions of drug, some drinking, lots of cussing. But...
This chapter is M rated, instead of T, and I'll explain why once I get past my Thank Yous:
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Okay, so...WARNING! This chapter is rated M! Because I got a couple of requests to do a James/Katie sex scene...so I thought I'd try my hand at one...And there's actually TWO sex scenes for them...I put warnings up around the sex scenes for those of you who don't want to read them - and I'm sure there will be plenty who won't.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 9 – Tension, Tension, Tension
May 3rd, 6:18 PM
James's POV
I know what you're thinking. I really do. You're probably cussing me out right now, demanding to know how I could sleep with Katie when she was so broken. Well, don't worry, I am too. Believe me, I am. I don't even know what I was thinking! I know one thing's for sure – I wasn't using my head. Well, actually, scratch that. I was using my head…just not the right one.
I laid there, tangled in sheets, sweat and cum still coating my body, stroking Katie's hair. She was laying with her head on my chest, breathing deeply, sound asleep. She looked so…peaceful. So beautiful. Like an angel. Only I knew from experience that she was no angel. The last seven hours had proven that. How was it even possible to have that much stamina?
I was doing my very best to regret what had taken place, but I was doing a really terrible job…I mean, don't get me wrong, if I could take it back I would, but at the same time…I was glad it had happened. I don't know if that makes any sense at all. All I know is that's what was going through my mind. Utter nonsense.
Katie stirred slightly, mumbling something, but she didn't wake up. I kissed her head, and let my own head rest against the pillow, replaying what had happened in my mind…
* WARNING: SEX SCENE BELOW
*Sex Scene Begins Here*:
I kissed Katie back, melting into her lips. I don't know why I did it. I really don't. All I know is that any ounce of control I had had was suddenly gone. I couldn't resist her. I had never been able to.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me down on top of her. Her nails raked down my back as she planted a kiss on my shoulder. I pulled her face up to meet mine so that I could kiss her again. The next thing I knew, I was on my back, with Katie straddling me, hands running down my abs. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she reached behind and unhooked her bra. Tossing her hair back, she let the bra fall away.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she murmured, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I groaned as her fingers brushed against my hard-on.
"Still love my touch?" she whispered, smirking.
"Always," I sighed as she tugged my jeans down. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxers, but didn't yank them down like I thought she would. Instead, she let her fingers creep under the elastic a little bit, massaging my hips. I squirmed a bit under her touch, but she just snickered.
Biting my lip, I managed to pull her panties down her long legs, and she kicked them off, so she was sitting on my stomach, completely naked.
The next thing I knew, my boxers were being wrenched down too. She bit her lip, smiling
mischievously.
"I see Mini James still likes me."
"He never stopped," I gasped out.
Without further ado, she had grasped 'Mini James' in one hand, stroking up and down. I moaned and bucked up against her hand.
"You're so hard," she groaned. "So big…"
I grinned and pressed a finger against her center. She was already damp.
She tipped her head back, moaning as I rubbed circles into her clit.
It was too easy to go back into old habits. At this point, we could have been nineteen and sixteen, and messing around in my bed while everyone else was out of the apartment. It was déjà vu, and I couldn't tell the difference between three years ago and present time.
Katie slid down my body, kissing down my neck, my chest, and my abs.
My head was tilted so far back into the pillow that I was going to start breathing cotton and feathers soon. My fingers clenched themselves around the quilt as she licked up one crevice of my abs. "Mmmmm…"
I pulled her back up so that we were face to face, and then flipped us over so that I was on top.
"You always did like to be in control," she gasped out, staring up at me.
"It's nice to see you've remembered that."
"How can I forget when I used to have to cover all those hickeys you'd give me before going out to eat breakfast with everyone?"
Oh yeah…I'd almost forgotten about that…
I kissed her lips again, before working my way down to her chest. She arched against me, stuffing her fist into her mouth to keep from moaning, I guess to make sure that no one passing by our room would hear.
"Good?" I asked teasingly, licking around a nipple.
She nodded and "mm hmm"-ed through her hand.
I moved down to her stomach, licking around her belly button.
Katie finally took her hand away from her mouth. "So, this is how you like girls, right? On their backs?"
Oh no she didn't.
"That's weird," I retorted, straightening up and pinning her hands above her head. "I could have sworn you always preferred being on top."
She wiggled, fighting against me, but her eyes were blazing with lust.
I released my hold on her long enough for her to push me onto my back. She climbed on top, hovering over my cock, biting her lip, thinking hard.
Before I could say or do anything, she had slowly lowered herself down onto me. I gasped at the sensation. She was so. Fucking. Tight!
"When was the last time you had sex?" I groaned out.
She stared at me, before answering, "It's been a while."
"I can feel that."
"Don't you like it when the girl's tight?" To prove her point, she raised, and then lowered herself.
"Nnnngghhh…"
"I'll take that as a yes."
I don't know how long we continued like that, bantering back and forth while she lifted and lowered herself on me, but it wasn't long before her muscles clenched around me. The next thing I knew, she had thrown her head back, screaming out my name. The feeling of her climaxing sent me over the edge, and my muscles spasm-ed. The next thing I knew, bolts of pleasure were shooting through my body, and Katie's name was ripping from my lungs.
*Sex Scene Ends Here*:
That had gone on for the past few hours. Eventually we had collapsed beside each other, tangled in each other's limbs. The sex had ranged from angry to, well, definitely not sweet, but definitely passionate.
Katie snuggled closer to me, and I automatically wrapped my arm around her.
Wow…if Kendall and Mrs. Knight could see us now…
I closed my eyes, thinking about maybe trying to get a little more sleep. I drifted off into uneasy dreams.
Kendall's POV
So. Mom had finally told Katie the truth. And, okay, I had finally found out the entire story myself. About fucking time! I had been waiting for three years to find out the truth about my father. Three years!
And where was James anyway? He was sharing a room with Katie…and she was so upset…who even knew what they were doing in there? And why were they sharing a room in the first place? Did something happen with them?
We hadn't moved from the hallway. Logan was pacing around the cabin, muttering to himself, while trying to find a clue that would lead us to the Captain's body. Camille was leaning against the doorframe, watching Logan's ass, while licking her lips. Some things will never change. Those two had so much sexual tension that I was amazed they weren't going at it on top of the Captain's desk.
Hmmm…speaking of sexual tension…Jo came up on my right, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"With the whole thing with your mom and…everything."
"Oh…yeah, I'm fine."
"Kendall…" Jo sighed, running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Look, I know you're pissed at me, but Logan and I never – "
I raised my hand up. "Whatever. I don't want to hear it."
"But Kendall…"
"I said, I don't – "
"Oh my God…" Logan had just opened one of the desk drawers, and had leapt back in horror.
"What is it?" Mom called in to him.
Logan had his hand over his mouth, and he was turning green. "You guys better…come in…"
We all slowly walked into the room. Logan pointed at the drawer. We looked in all at once, and there was a simultaneous gasp, followed by several cuss words and "Oh my God!"s. Laying there in the drawer was a single finger.
"Is it – is it real?" Camille whispered finally.
Logan nodded. "Yeah, it's real."
I have seen some truly disgusting things. I have seen Carlos vomit up seven chilly cheese dogs. I've seen Mr. Bitters without a shirt. I've seen my teammates spat up blood on the ice after taking a hit to the mouth. But this topped them all.
I felt my stomach clench, and the next thing I knew, I was running to the nearest bathroom. I dropped to my knees by the toilet, and hurled everything I had eaten at breakfast into the toilet bowl.
"Oh baby…"
I recognized Jo's voice as she knelt down beside me, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
"I'm fi – "
"Don't even give me that crap," she snapped. "You're practically vomiting up a lung. I know you're pissed at me, but just let me be here for you."
I managed to turn my head to look into her soft brown eyes. Despite the tone of her voice, she didn't look angry.
She rested her fingers against my forehead, letting them drift down my cheek. Her skin was soft and cool, so different from what my entire body felt like at the moment.
"Poor thing," she cooed. "Can I get you anything?"
"Just – stay – with me," I managed to gasp out, my voice hoarse from the vomiting.
She nodded and kissed my forehead. Unfortunately, at that moment, my stomach decided to lurch again, and I had to turn and retch into the toilet again.
I vomited several more times, before finally slumping to the floor, my body shaking from exhaustion.
Jo wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay…You're okay…"
At that moment, our phones vibrated simultaneously. Shit.
Glancing at each other, we opened the next text:
Look who's finally getting along! But…Jo, Kendall has a huge secret that you might want to ask him about. Ask him what he did after you left for New Zealand. I'll give you a hint – how did your mother die? –The Replacement.
I groaned. So much for us getting along.
"You were an alcoholic?" Jo asked in a deadly low voice.
"Ummm…"
"You were!"
"It's not what you think!"
"Is it ever?" She stood up, bottom lip trembling. "My mother died from alcohol poisoning! What the fuck, Kendall?"
I also got to my feet, feeling like I was about to cry. "Jo, just listen to me – "
"No! You swore to me long ago that you would never drink, not after what happened to my mom! Your grandmother got liver poisoning from too much alcohol! How – why – "
"Jo, you're overreacting – "
"Oh yeah? Wanna bet? Not only did you swear to never touch the stuff, you were seventeen! You were an underage alcoholic!"
"I'm sorry…"
"And I don't want to hear it! I'm out of here!"
She got up, scrunching up her dress in the process, and stalked out of there.
Well. That went well.
Camille's POV
I sat on the stairs leading up to the second floor. After Kendall had run out, Jo had chased after him, and the rest of us had disbanded. I mean, let's face it, who wants to stay in a room with a dismembered finger?
"Hey, there you are," Logan said, coming out into the lobby, and then walking over to join me on the stairs.
"Yeah…here I am." I gave him the double thumbs-up and a fake-peppy smile.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he sat down.
"Yeah, you know, random dismembered finger in the desk drawer, totally everyday stuff. Pfft, yesterday was weird because there weren't any lone body parts anywhere."
And wow, that didn't sound psycho-crazy at all. Nope, I sounded totally sane. As sane as The Replacement, at the very least.
Logan laughed. "Yeah, I guess it threw all of us off. I think Kendall ran off to barf, and I don't know what Jo was doing. I think she was going to go comfort him, because she only looked slightly green."
"Do you – do you think it was – I mean – do you think it was the Captain's?" I asked uneasily.
Logan pursed his lips. "I hope so, for the sake of everyone else on the ship."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then I finally said, "It's really great to see you again, Logan. It really is."
He smiled. "It's great to see you too, Cami."
I fiddled with my hair, unsure of where to go from there. There was so much that I wanted to tell him, but I just couldn't seem to find the words for it.
"I – I heard about the gunshots at Gustavo's mansion," Logan began. "Were you – were there when it happened?"
I shook my head. "I was out, shopping for a heavy coat."
"Thank goodness," Logan murmured, and then realized what he had said and clapped his hand to his mouth. "I – I mean – I'm glad you weren't hurt."
I smiled. So he did still care after all.
"Thanks. You're still as sweet as ever."
Logan blushed at my compliment. "Thanks. So are you."
My smile widened. "I'm glad I can still make you blush like a thirteen year old boy."
He turned even redder.
"Would you feel better if I slapped you a couple of times?" I asked him.
He laughed. "Yeah, actually I probably would."
I pulled my hand back and slapped him across the face.
"Okay, things feel almost normal now," he informed me.
"And just to make things completely normal…" I grabbed his face and kissed him smack on the lips, before letting him go. "Okay, things are normal now."
His eyes widened. "So, um, am I the only one you've ever slapped and kissed, or – "
He was interrupted as Jo came running through the lobby and pounding up the stairs, looking like she was about to cry.
"Jo – ?" I called after her, but she didn't stop.
I turned to Logan. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go check on her."
"It's okay, go do what you need to do."
"Thanks."
I followed Jo to our room, where she was collapsed on the twin bed she had slept on. I sat down on my own bed, watching her worriedly.
"Jo?" I tried cautiously. "What happened? Did Kendall say something?"
Jo rolled over. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was sticking to her tear-streaked face. "It's not what he said. It's what he did."
"What did he do?"
Jo reached into the pocket of her denim jacket and pulled her phone out. She scrolled through her texts until she found one, and passed the phone to me. I read it and swore.
"Oh Jo…"
Jo's super sensitive when it comes to alcohol. Her mom died from alcohol poisoning four years ago, and her aunt was an alcoholic too. She swore to never touch the stuff, and when Kendall's grandmother got some sort of disease in her liver, she made Kendall promise to never drink either. Obviously when they broke up, he ditched the solemn oath he had made to her. Ouch. What a way to say to hell with their relationship.
"Look," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure he didn't mean it like…like he was saying he no longer cared about you. He probably wasn't even thinking about it when he started drinking."
She looked at me, tears streaking her face. "How do you not even think about something like – like that – when you start drinking? He was saying he didn't give a damn about me or our relationship!"
"Jo, this is Kendall. He would never do that to you. He loves you – or, at least he did."
"Yeah, he did," she sniffed. "He obviously doesn't now."
I took a tissue from the Kleenex box on the nightstand and wiped her tears away. "We don't know that," I said sympathetically.
"No, we can only assume, but I know I'm right!"
"The Replacement is messing with your mind, Jo."
"Oh yeah? Then how come I haven't heard from him since he joined the Minnesota Wild? He doesn't give a fuck, Cami."
"Oh Jo…" I was sure that wasn't true, I knew Kendall, but Jo was stubborn, especially when she was hurt and angry.
Jo rolled over on her side. "Just go away, please Camille. I just want to be alone."
I nodded and got to my feet. "I'm sorry Jo. You don't deserve this."
"Does anyone?"
"No," I said quietly, walking towards the door. "I'm sorry Jo."
I left the room, closing the door quietly behind me, bowing my head sadly. Even if Kendall hadn't meant
to hurt Jo, he still had.
At that moment, my phone vibrated in my skirt pocket. I groaned and pulled my phone out. I had a new text from The Replacement: Just remember, you've got your own secret that can and will be revealed when and if I see fit. Jennifer Knight and Kendall Knight have already been out-ed by me. You will be too. Don't assume you're safe because you haven't technically lied about anything. Logan will find out the truth, whether you like it or not. Have a great day! –The Replacement.
Great. Well, this just made my day.
Katie's POV
When I woke up, my entire body ached like I had just been dropped into a mosh-pit, and then trampled by an entire football team. Shit. I felt like crap. And I knew why. I had done exactly what I had fought against the night before. I had had sex with James. And not just once. Quite a few times. So many times, in fact, that I had lost count. That would explain why a certain part of my lower anatomy felt raw and overworked. I hadn't had sex since I was sixteen, with James. You can't just go from not having sex to having sex six or seven times in a row! You just can't.
James was asleep beside me, and my head was on his bare chest, one of his arms draped over my body. Wow. This felt familiar. How about that?
I wiggled out from under his arm, trying not to wake him up. I was about to crawl out of bed when his eyes opened.
"K-Katie?"
Damn.
"What?" I asked, more harshly than I intended.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I – I – I'm sorry. I took advantage of you. I'm so sorry."
"Whatever," I snapped. "I did the same thing to you. We're even. And congratulations by the way. You got into my pants, which is what you've wanted all along. You must be so happy."
He looked like he'd been slapped across the face. "Katie – "
"Don't even start," I snarled as I reached for my panties and bra.
He sat up, a look of fury mixed with hurt on his face. "You're the one who seduced me! You're the instigator here! I only did what you wanted me to do – and damn, you wanted it. You were screaming for more!"
My clothes slipped from my finger as I launched myself at him, slapping him across the face. "You fucking bastard. I hate you!"
He grabbed me and pinned me under him. "Really? Because you were screaming my name two hours ago."
I struggled against his grip, glaring furiously up at him. "I was so out of it, I would have slept with Christian if he had been here!"
He recoiled at the mention of my jackass of an ex-boyfriend. "Well, then it's too bad that you had to settle for me."
"Yeah, I guess it is," I snapped.
It was at that moment that I realized that we were both naked…and that somehow or other, I was getting turned-on. Again.
His eyes were dark with a combination of anger and lust, and I knew he was experiencing the same bizarre arousal that I was. Anger. That can be a turn-on, right? Especially when you already have so much sexual tension and frustration between two people. Oh God…
* WARNING: SEX SCENE BELOW
*Sex Scene Begins Here*:
I pulled him down on top of me, kissing him as hard as I could. I felt my already bruised lips throb against his mouth. He was already hard again, but I wasn't complaining. He always did have fantastic stamina.
"Katie," he gasped out. "We're going to – "
"Are you complaining?" I hissed.
"Never."
I felt him move his hand down to my clit, rubbing. He smirked. "I see someone's extremely ready."
I smirked back and grabbed his hard-on. "Look who's talking, you're the one who feels like you're made of iron."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."
"I think we both know what helps me sleep at night, darling."
"My vagina?" I quipped.
"You're good."
"Always."
The next thing I knew, he was pushing into me fast and rough, and then pulling out, before thrusting back in.
I gasped as the bed began to rock back and forth, slamming against the wall. My vaginal muscles were screaming in a mixture of pain and ecstasy – a weird combination. I could feel the mattress bending under my body according to whichever position James was in at the moment.
I gasped as I felt him shift his hips and pound right into my sweet spot. Fuck…How did he do that?
He smirked. "Look who's lost control," he taunted.
Oh no he didn't.
"Just shut the fuck up!" I screamed, feeling my hips buck up to meet his on their own. "I HATE YOU JAMES DIAMOND!"
Really? Seriously? I was screaming that I hated him as he fucked me into the mattress? That was slightly backwards. Just a little bit.
James just growled, glaring down at me as he thrust his hips against mine. He lowered himself down enough to whisper in my ear, "I want you screaming my name in ecstasy. We'll see how much you hate me then."
"Fuck you, James," I spat.
"That's exactly what you're doing," he snarled back.
I reached up and grasped his hair in retaliation, pulling hard. He yelped, his eyes growing even darker. It was a secret turn-on for him, even though it hurt him too.
"Enjoying yourself?" I taunted.
"Not as much as you."
"Au contraire, you look like a sixteen year old boy who just saw his girlfriend naked for the first time."
He slammed into me even harder. "It's nice to see your sarcasm never abandoned you."
"It's nice to see you're still as much of a jackass as you were this morning."
"You just love getting under my skin, don't you?"
"As much as you love getting under mine." I raised myself up to grab his face and pulled his lips to mine.
He kissed me back hungrily, his lips rough, chapped, and swollen against mine.
I pulled back, gasping, when something moved out of the corner of my eye, and I glanced at the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door, where the movement had occurred: It was our reflection. I could see my body lying flat against the mattress, rocking and bouncing with the mattress, as James hovered over me, his hips thrusting in and out as his cock reappeared and then disappeared into me. Holy shit.
I grabbed his hair again, feeling my muscles spasm, and he glared at me. I turned his head towards the mirror.
"Look at the reflection."
He gasped and then stared down at me. "Holy fuck."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him into me even deeper.
He groaned and thrust even harder and faster. "Still hate me?"
"Intensely."
"You won't."
"Don't sound so sure."
"Don't sound so overly confident," he retorted, hitting my g-spot with his hardest thrust yet. That did it. I felt my muscles clench, and I tipped my head back into the pillow, screaming his name as I climaxed.
I felt his muscles spasm and his load shoot into me as he came, yelling my name at the top of his lungs.
*Sex Scene Ends Here*:
I finally came down from my high, gasping and panting, sweat streaming down my face. James collapsed on top of me, and then rolled off, falling onto the mattress beside me, grinning like a maniac.
"Still hate me?"
Before I could answer, our phones vibrated simultaneously, lighting up with a new text. We glanced at each other, and grabbed our phones from the tangle of clothes on the floor, opening the texts: Calling all passengers! I have a clue for you as to where the Captain's body is: Blood on the ice. –The Replacement.
So, um...sorry if anyone's offended by the sex scenes. And I'm sorry if they were horrible, I'm a little bit gun-shy when it comes to writing them.
So, please let me know what you think of the chapter! It was a little bit of a filler, but hopefully it was okay. Anyway, review, because I love hearing from you guys! Oh, plus, there's the review button...It gets lonely, and it needs some love, and it would appreciate it very much if you could take a few seconds to write a review. ;)