Part 4 of the Jack the Lad series
About: It six months later, and James hasn't spoken to Jack in over a week,
after a terrible fight. At the urging of his sister, he goes to Jack's
place to apologize, only to find the man he loves in the arms of another
guy. Seeking revenge, James heads to a sex club for some retribution
sex with a stranger. An angry Jack finds him getting oral stimulation
from an old adversary. Will Jack and James overcome these betrayals and
Excerpt: "So when are you and Jack coming
over for dinner?" My sister's brown eyes darkened to black and sparkled
like jewels. "I've only met him twice, and that was for--what?--all of
ten minutes. And Brian is dying to meet him."
tightened with anxiety. I gave a half-hearted smile and looked away.
"Jack and I …" Sighing, I ran a hand through my closely cropped hair.
"We haven't spoken in a week. We had a fight--"
over the table, squeezing my hand. "Oh, no. James, what happened?" Her
face wrinkled in concern when I met her gaze.
"I … Oh, I screwed
up." I threw my fork on the table, shoved my food aside. "I pushed for
details about his past. Accused him of being secretive, of not trusting
me. Worst of all, I called him a self-absorbed narcissist."
She cringed, apparently forgetting her lunch too as I poured out the story. "Why haven't you called him to apologize?"
felt my face flush, felt my throat tighten with shame. "I… Truthfully,
Fiona? Damn pride." I shrugged. "That and I'm afraid he'll break it off
when I do."
She stroked my arm, gently shook her head at me.
"James, don't take this the wrong way, dear brother, but don't be like
Dad." I flinched at the remark but didn't interrupt. "What I mean is…"
She bit her fingernail, and I could tell she searched for just the right
way to say this. "Sometimes it hard not to become your parent. You know
what I mean? We pick up their biases, their bad habits, just as much as
we learn from their positive traits. Don't deny yourself love,
tenderness, James. Don't be Dad's definition of a man. Be your own
definition. Does that make sense?"
I took her tiny hands in my large ones and gave them a gentle squeeze. "It does, Fiona. It does. Thank you."
smiled and gave a sigh that sounded relieved. Then she picked up her
fork and dug into her shrimp salad. "Now, after we finish lunch, I want
you to go right over to Jack's apartment and apologize to him. Oh, and
invite him to dinner at our place. Maybe next weekend?"
I grinned, knowing there would be no denying my sister once she gave orders. "I'll do just that."
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Jack The Lad
Jack & James
In Jack' Bed