Society Girls: Jenysis Read online

  My stomach growls, reminding me I need to eat, so that’s what I do. We stare at each other as I take my first bite, and he’s the one to look away first. There is no conversation as I eat my burrito, and drink from the bottle of water Wayne slid over to me. I think Kevin took my drink with him, but I don’t really care. Right now is all about nutrition, and not enjoying a meal. Sad, because my burrito is pretty damn good.

  Wayne has a pained look on his face when I finish my last bite. “What’s wrong?”

  “You have some sour cream by your mouth.”

  “Oh. Well, can you get it for me?” I ask, because he would usually just lick it off, and not tell me. I want to push him to finally act where I’m concerned.

  Or not. “Um, you have a napkin right?”

  “I do.” Instead of grabbing one, I dart my tongue out and lick all around my lips, watching as Wayne swallows hard. He’s not unaffected, but then again, I don’t know a man who would be when a woman is licking something.

  “So, tour?”

  “No, talk.”

  “You saw me tell Alesha you’re always first.”

  “You still won’t touch me.”

  “I told you I can’t.”

  “Bollocks. I mean, bullshit.”

  “I like it when you talk British to me,” he blurts out, and then throws his head back on a sigh.

  “What the hell is going on, Wayne. If you’re over me, I need to know. If not, then I need you to tell me why you’re acting like this.”

  “Not. Definitely not. Never, Jeny girl. I’ll never be over you.”

  Thank God for that. “Then, why?”

  He drops his head now, the longs strands of blonde hair from the top of his head reaching toward the ground as his hands cover his face. “I’m going on trial for rape.”

  “I know. You didn’t do it.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “That wasn’t a question, Wayne. If I had any doubt, I wouldn’t be here.”

  He lifts his head to look at me, and my heart breaks at the anguish I see in his eyes. “I don’t want you to be disgusted by me.”

  Bloody hell. He thinks that? I stand and walk to him, pushing his hands aside so I can climb onto his lap, straddling him. Before he can say a word, I kiss him. Over and over again, I kiss his lips. Little kisses to let him know how much he doesn’t disgust me.

  “I thought you were bored now that you caught me.”

  “I caught you a long time ago. Just because you wouldn’t admit it, doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”

  I push his hair out of his eyes, and kiss him again. “Now that we’ve figured this all out, you’re going to make love to me, right?”

  “That depends. Are you going to let your British out?”

  “You’re a right tosser, Wayne Preston,” I tell him, going full force.

  “Oh God, that’s sexy,” he says, pulling my shirt over my head, as he stands and starts carrying me to the bedroom.

  “Poppycock.”

  “My cock is ready for your poppy.”

  I burst out laughing. “That makes no sense.”

  “Keep talking British to me, baby,” he replies, tossing me on the bed.

  “I’m expecting a jolly good show.”

  My leggings and knickers are ripped clean off my body as his mouth descends between my legs. “Count on it.”

  “Capital!” I yell as he takes his first lick up my center.

  “More.”

  “God, you’re a nutter.”

  “You love it.”

  Oh, I do. I spew all kinds of words and nonsense at him as he goes down on me like a thirsty man in the Sahara, finding his first drink of water all day. The more I say, the more eager he is, licking and sucking me into a frenzy.

  He stops, and I growl. “What do you call your pussy, Jeny?”

  “Wayne’s,” I answer, with more than a hint of sarcasm. I’m right on the edge, and he’s stopping me for this? I know it turns him on when I speak my slang, but come on!

  He slaps it lightly, and I come up off the bed. “So cheeky, but I love that answer, so I won’t make you wait too long. Just tell me. Say the word.”

  “Fanny.”

  “Ah, that’s it. I need to play inside your fanny flaps some more, don’t I?”

  “Either take care of me, or bugger off, and let me do it myself!”

  He dives back in—because there are really no other words for it—and works that magic tongue of his just like I need him to. His fingers are rubbing over my entrance, dipping in enough to heighten what his tongue is doing. He could finger me to completion is seconds, but he’s holding back so he can take me over with his tongue, and now…God, now his teeth.

  I shudder and shake, and then I’m whispering his name. Quietly. Just the way he loves it.

  “Fuck, I missed your pussy.”

  “Then get inside of it.”

  “Oh, someone’s greedy tonight, isn’t she?”

  “Wanker.”

  “Insults now. You know those turn me on, too.”

  “You’re mad. Like completely, Lost the Plot, mad.”

  “Only for you, Jeny. Always and only for you.”

  Wayne

  I wasn’t kidding around when I said hearing Jenysis say her slang to me, in her posh accent, is a big turn on. I know she’s trying hard to live day to day without all of it, but damn it’s fucking hot. Like burn me up from the inside, hot. I am one lucky son of a bitch, and not just because I get to sex her up whenever I want. Nope, she’s the whole package—smart, saucy, compassionate, and so gorgeous she could be walking a catwalk all day, every day.

  “What time is it?” the woman in question asks, turning over to smile at me.

  “Ten.”

  “I was bloody knackered, but I didn’t think I’d sleep that long.”

  “I took you four times last night; you needed that sleep.”

  “Are you saying I’m old? And think hard before you answer.”

  She’s five years old than me, but we both know she’s got the stamina to more than keep up with me. “I’m always hard when I’m thinking of you.”

  To prove my point, I lift back the comforter, and stroke my heavy dick a few times. She licks her lips, making me stroke a little harder. And then, she’s pushing me to my back, and climbing over me.

  “I think a nice, big, hard, ride is exactly what I need to start my morning off right.”

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” I grit out as she slides down my length, taking me all the way inside of her as we both moan.

  I love that I can take her bareback. I’ve never been with another woman like this, and both of us came back clean over a year ago. It’s so damn perfect, and fuck, if it doesn’t feel good.

  She starts to move, but I stop her, holding her hips to me as I just look at her. Her red hair that is lighter on top, and looking like flames on the bottom, where it falls past her shoulders. Her blue eyes, the ones that see right into my heart, so she knows she owns it. Her perfect little nose, and that damn, lush, mouth that works miracles, whether she’s talking to me or using it to suck my dick like a porn star. Her creamy flesh, perfect handful-sized tits, and that ass. Damn that ass. Not to mention legs a mile and a half long. Yeah. I’m not going to deny how physically perfect she is, and fuck if I don’t appreciate it, but right now I’m looking for more.

  I’m looking in those eyes that tell me everything I need to know about what she’s thinking at any time, the mouth that will one day kiss our children on the forehead as she sends them to school. Her flat stomach that will be rounded with my children, and the hips that will help her carry them. I’m looking at the future with the woman I love, and knowing I need to be clear about what I want.

  “Forever, Jenysis. I need you forever. Promise me forever.”

  “Forever, Wayne. I’m yours forever.”

  I release her then, and close my eyes for a moment as she begins to move. There is nothing in the world that has ever felt as good to me as being in
side of Jenysis. Nothing. She knows exactly how to move to get us both off. I lean up and take one of her rosy nipples in my mouth, sucking it hard as I feel her coating my dick with her cum. She’s not quite there, but she’s close. Moving faster as I switch nipples, and then leaning forward to hold the headboard, taking me even deeper and harder.

  I feel the tingles gathering in my spine, and I reach a hand down to circle her clit while my other hand and mouth continue to show love to her tits. She throws back her head and arches her back as she comes, and I follow right behind. Damn, but it just gets hotter and hotter between us. I can’t believe she thought I’d get bored with her. That will never happen. I love her, and I want her, and I know in my heart that nothing will ever change that.

  6

  Jenysis

  I stayed in with Wayne all day yesterday, making love, watching movies, and just being together. We’ve spent days together before, but this is different. Not just because we have to stay in, but because it was like we were really a couple. One that’s playing house, and maybe deciding they want to do it forever.

  Our house is gorgeous, and we explored it by christening several of the rooms, including the recording studio. Wayne was very appreciative of that room I made sure we had in the house. In fact, that’s where we slept, curled up on one of the couches, after he played his guitar, and sang to me. Yeah, that’s me swooning right now. Hell, I’ve been swooning for two years, and it never gets old.

  Today, I need to get busy on proving he’s innocent, so I threw on some jeans, a flowered top, trainers, and a backpack. I ignore the smirk from Stella when I walk in, because she recognizes I’m completely dressed and accessorized in my favorite designer again. I can’t help it; I like what I like.

  This time, we’re in a bigger room in the bowels of the building, joined by everyone from the teams who said they want to work with us. It looks like a little less than half joined us, and I smile at all of them. Like Reina said, none of us will hold it against those who chose the other side, but I can’t help wishing more people believed in the man I love.

  I take a seat next to Tegan, and look to the front when Ainsley walks in with Scott Griffin. “Good morning everyone. I know you can’t help but notice Scott here with me. After talking to Reina and Audrey, I realize it’s going to be too hard for me to be pulled in both directions on this, and no one is going to benefit if I’m spread too thin. Scott has offered to help, and while he’d like to be on this team, we’re giving you a choice.”

  “Which of you wants to be here more?” I ask, before I can help myself.

  “Scott,” Ainsley answers without hesitation. “I want to believe in Wayne’s innocence, but Scott already does.”

  “I do, Jen. I’ve spent time with him, and seen him around my wife and kids. I know evil can be hidden, but I just don’t believe he’s capable of rape. There is no doubt in my mind that he’s innocent.”

  Audrey looks to me, and I nod. “Welcome to the team, Scott,” she tells him.

  “Thanks. I’ve got this, you guys.”

  Ainsley snorts. “You’re the best there is, so you don’t need to tell them that.”

  “You give me a run for my money, and you know it.”

  “A run, but not a win. Prove him innocent, Scott.”

  “I will.” With that, she walks out of the room. Scott waits until the door closes, and then rubs his hands together like the not-so-evil genius he is. “Let’s get started. Aud, I believe the floor is yours.”

  Before she can say a word, the door opens again, and in walks Theo, one of the heads of security here. He’s got some kind of past—and present—with my friend, Kalila, and she stands up when he approaches. “Sorry I’m late, but I had to make sure things upstairs were going smoothly.”

  Seeing him here is a little bit of a shock. Matt, Aidan, and Nate are his best friends, and I have no doubt they’re in the other room with their women. I don’t know if he’s here for Kali, or if he just believes Wayne is innocent. Either way, I’m glad he’s here. “Thanks for being here.”

  He smiles at me, and then at Kali. “Nowhere else I’d be.”

  “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen today. I want you all to break up into groups based on what you think your strengths are. Scott will obviously be in charge of technology, Tegan is the guru of research, Darcy will be breaking and entering when necessary, Faith will be using her contacts to see what the word on the street is, Stella will be prepping anyone who might have to go undercover, Camari will be working on social media and press releases, and I’ll be handling the forensics. I’ll also be going with Reina to talk to the victim. We’re going as representatives of the Foundation, and this will in no way be an interrogation. I hope to find out some things to help us, but we will under no circumstances re-victimize the victim.”

  We all murmur our agreements, because none of us want that. This woman was raped. I’m sure it wasn’t Wayne, but that doesn’t make me want her to suffer. She needs compassion, and I’m glad the organization I work for will be giving it to her.

  As everyone stands, and moves around the room into various groups, I try to decide what to do. I know what I want to do, but I’m not sure I’m brave enough. Then I realize that I need to be. For me, I need to be brave. With a smile at Tegan, I walk away from her group, and join Stella’s.

  “Jen?”

  “I’ve been practicing for months, and if it comes down to it, I want to go undercover. I know I can do this, Stell.”

  My friend, Waverly, squeezes my shoulder. “I believe in you.”

  “As do I,” Stella says. “Let’s go up to my office, and get started.”

  We’re the smallest group, since Stella only has Kevin, two seamstresses, and two hair and makeup people on her team. They’re all the best of the best, but there isn’t the dozen or so you’ll find on the other teams. I get a few curious looks as we head for the door, but I make myself focus on what Wave and Stell said to me, and remember that I promised myself I could do this. For Wayne, I think I could do anything.

  Wayne

  If I have to be stuck on lock down somewhere, there are much worse places than this house Jeny found for us. I mean, a recording studio, and a giant pool with waterfalls and a slide? It’s a sweet crib, and yeah, I’m taking advantage of all of it. Kace and Brett came over to jam, but now we’re chilling at the pool, behaving like teen boys as we dunk each other, slide down the slide on our stomachs, and just fuck around. It’s been months since we could just hang out like this, and while I feel bad about me being the cause of our tour getting postponed, I can’t feel bad about this time with my best friends.

  “So things are good with you and Jen?” Brett asks, as we all recline in the deluxe pool floats that came with the house. I can swim, but the signal on my anklet gets weak if I’m under water for too long, so we’ve been lounging in between playing.

  “Things are better than good.”

  “You gonna put a ring on it?” Kace asks with a smirk.

  “I am. Not yet, but one day soon.”

  “Another royal wedding to attend.”

  I never thought about that. I know Jenysis is a princess, but she’s just my girl when we’re together. “Never thought you’d see me marry a princess, did you?”

  “Hell, no, but it’s cool. Now my brother here just needs to step up.”

  Brett splashes him. “How do you know I haven’t?”

  “No shit?” I ask, sitting up so fast I almost topple over into the pool. “I know it’s legal now, so you and Kevin are going to get hitched?”

  “Relax. I haven’t asked, but I think we’re heading that way.”

  “Look at us, the boys of Storyside all in committed relationships. Your dad must be freaking out.”

  Their dad “discovered” us, back before we all knew he was their dad. Or that Kace and Brett were brothers. Things were messy for a few months, but we’re all good now.

  “He’s actually more worried about how you’re holding up. He w
anted to come by, but I told him he needed to let us have our time today. Expect him here tomorrow, though.”

  “I’ll be ready.”

  My phone buzzes from it’s nice little holder on the raft, and I smile when I see it’s my girl. “Hey Jeny girl, what’s up?”

  “Everyone—well everyone working with me—wants to come see you.”

  I know that the Society is split right now. Jeny told me how one side is working for me, while one is working against me. Well, not really against me, but they aren’t trying to prove my innocence.

  “They want to interview me?”

  “Some of them, maybe, but I think it’s more about showing their support.”

  “What are you thinking?”

  “Faith offered to cook, and Caleb said he’d grill.”

  “Pool party?”

  “Are you okay with that?”

  “Yeah, baby, they can come over. As long as they go home early enough for me to have my way with you tonight.”

  “I’ll toss them out myself if I start feeling tired.”

  I laugh, before becoming serious again. “I should probably tell Alesha, and see if she wants to come.”

  “She’s no threat to me, Wayne.”

  “No, she’s not. Never was.”

  “Invite her, too. And the boyfriend she mentioned.”

  “I will. See you soon.”

  “Yes, you will.”

  I hang up and smile at my boys. “Call your parents. Apparently, Jeny and I are entertaining tonight.”

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Alesha asks when I call her next.

  “You don’t think we need Society help?”

  “No, we definitely need them. But this sounds more like a party. If it gets out, it’s going to look pretty bad for you.”

  “None of them are going to tell, and besides, they want to talk to me, too. This is about support, and not celebration. I’m not taking any of this lightly.”

  “I didn’t say you were. You just need to be careful about how things look.”

  “Noted. Now, are you coming or not?”