Page 34 of Happy Hour

“What the hell, why...” I heard him sigh dramatically. “Idon’teven want to know.”

By now, they were all in the bedroom of the hotel room. Spencer was laughing hysterically; Alley was yelling at Jameson, Jimi was yelling at Alley and Spencer to leave the room.

Jameson, probably mortified, was shaking his head in disbelieve against the pillow over my head.

I was now giggling.

It was just so unbelievable...really, it was. Here I was lying underneath my best friend, his camshaft inserted in my crankcase with three other people in the room.

Good times.

“All of you shut up!” Jimi barked over them. “Get out now! Jameson, get this girl out of your goddamn room and get dressed. You have an interview with SPEED in less than two hours.”

Jimi ushered Alley and Spencer out of the bedroom but I could still hear them arguing in the other room about why I wasn’t in my hotel room, which had me panicking again.

Jameson removed the pillow from my face and smirked. “We need to get up...” he whispered in a low throaty voice but never attempted to move.

Instead, he pulled back and then pushed into me again. His eyes fell closed with the motion. Mine did not. They were fixated on the door that was still wide fucking open. And though their backs were to the room, what if they turn around?

“Jameson,” my eyes were very wide by this point. “wehaveto stop...” I pushed against his chest but he didn’t budge, just continued with tenacity. “Jameson...” I tried again but my voice faded when one of his hands fisted in my hair and the other reached down to my...ignition switch.

“I can’t, Sway...Iwantyou...” he moaned. “I can’t stop...I just can’t. Not after last night.”

“Your family is right outside the door.” I whispered incredulously trying to point out the obvious reasonwhyhe had to stop.

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Jameson, get up!” Jimi bellowed from outside the bedroom.

“Oh Goddamn it,” Jameson growled against my shoulder.

I’ve talked about this before but this dirty heathen...has a quick fuse. All of a sudden, his arm raised, his left fist slammed into the headboard, the wood splintered and cracked loudly.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” he roared causing me to jump. It’s been a while since I’ve heard him so angry.

Have you ever seen a two-year old throw a fit?

It usually happens suddenly and in the midst of this fit, their tiny arms flail around and they reach for anything they can to get their two-year old point across.

That was Jameson when it came to his maturity level at times.

So because punching the headboard did nothing, he then reached for anything he could reach without pulling out of me, which happened to an empty beer bottle.

The glass shattered against the wall causing me to jump again and Alley to yelp.

Jameson didn’t stop at just that. He then reached for the lamp on the nightstand and chucked it across the room as well, it too shattering.

“I mean it!” He warned them in a blistering snarl. “Get the fuck out of this goddamn room right now!”

No one said anything, including me. I just lied there motionless.

They know he’ll just keep throwing shit until they left, he’d destroy the entire hotel just to get his point across.

Believe me, he’s done this before.

Finally, we heard the door close as they left. I sighed in relief, thankful Nancy and Emma didn’t join the party or worse, Tommy wherever the hell he disappeared to last night.

Jameson was panting against me from the sudden onset of rage but his movements didn’t halter. His hands returned and fisted tightly against the pillow my head was resting on. His lips were at my neck now, trying to control his breathing but it was coming in irregular gasps. He managed to rasp out a, “Fuck, you feel good,” against my neck that left me shivering.

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