Page 73 of The Love of Priest 2

She had high hopes for her visit back home since she had been missing New York severely.

She never expected her first few hours in the city would turn out to be a bust like this.

Here she was sitting alone in a penthouse that reminded her of nothing but Priest. She was sure security would be following Priest's every word, which meant taking her bags elsewhere to get the warm welcome she was itching for wouldn't be as easy as she wanted it to be.

"Welcome back, Britain," she mumbled to herself with great disappointment.

INTERCONTINENTAL HOTEL

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

Jazzlyn’s orbs hawked over the small glass that was being filled with clear liquor. Once it was halfway full, the pouring stopped, and the glass was pushed gently in her direction. She stared at its contents, the strong aroma of the tequila striking her nose instantly.

"Why you never available for me?" was the first question that was cast onto Jazzy's ears.

The question caused her to screw up her face like she always would whenever some bullshit was being directed her way.

She diverted her attention from the glass and focused it to the right of her.

There sat none other than Cameron, thanking the bartender for his portion of the tequila bottle Jazzy had requested a drink from.

It took a lot of teeth pulling to get her all this way, so he definitely wasn't looking to waste any time.

An amused chuckle aired out of her as her finger slowly circled around the coated rim of her shot glass, collecting all the grains of salt she could. "Why do I need to be so available to you, Cameron?" She returned his question with a question of her own.

As she waited for his response, she licked her finger of all the salt before taking the tequila shot to the head.

She sat the now empty shot glass back down.

She definitely needed something to get through Cameron's emotional spiel.

"You were before. What's different now?" He folded his hands, sitting them on the bar top.

Denying the fact that she was ever available to him, she shook her head. "Let's not do this, Cameron. You should be glad I even came," she snarled, waving him off.

Cameron smacked his lips. "You only came for some dick."

Screwing up her face once more, Jazzlyn gazed in Cameron's direction. "Was that ever a problem before? What's the issue now?" She tilted her head to the side.

"You cold blooded," Cameron mumbled and shook his head, attempting to shame her.

Jazzy inhaled a deep breath. Cameron had his flaws, but he wasn't completely intolerable.

He had his shit together, his money was right, and he was fine as hell, but that just wasn't enough for Jazzy.

She wasn't looking to solidify anything, and that was where their wires crossed.

Sex was one thing, but Cameron liked to take it an extra mile.

He wanted to be exclusive, have tabs on her every move and brand her as if she was some trophy he wanted to put on display.

Jazzy wasn't with that at all. She liked the liberty of being an independent woman who could do as she pleased.

Cameron wanted to put limitations on her and assert this odd level of authority, almost as if she was his child.

Jazzy couldn't even take orders from her brother who had dedicated his life to raising her.

Who did Cameron think he was to try to demand her to do anything?

Like any other past situations that she'd been in where men got to acting just like Cameron, she figured the harsher and colder she was to them, the quicker they would pull back, but Cameron was the exact opposite.

"Cameron, you called me here," she reminded him. "To your fancy hotel." She then gestured her hand around the hotel bar.

"To apologize," he clarified.

In annoyance, Jazzy threw her head back. "You've done that already. How I feel and what was said prior to this isn't changing."

After Cameron chatted around the club, claiming Jazzy as his, she showed him how cold she could really be. Cameron just couldn't understand what was so different about her. It was almost like she had him eating out the palm of her hand. She was intoxicating to say the least.

"Cameron, let's be realistic. We agreed that this—" she motioned her finger between them both, "would just be physical needs being met.

I don't need a man to confide in, and I’m not searching for companionship.

I'm good on all that. I'm sure you've done what I'm doing now to many women.

Why are you acting so confused now? I thought we kept shit playa around here?

" She tauntingly tapped Cameron's face with her palm as an amused smirk cast onto her own face.

His oak brown orbs bore into her. She could tell she had rubbed him the wrong way, but he was still willing to give her what she wanted.

"Yo, bartender!" he called out, completely opting against offering Jazzy a response. "Let me get a whole bottle of tequila," he requested as he sat his thick platinum card onto the bar.

A bit baffled by his request, the bartender collected his card, running it for the unopened bottle he requested. "Nigga, if you think you're about to fuck me all drunk and sloppy, you must be out of your mind." Jazzy smacked her lips as she crossed her legs.

Taking the bottle and his card out of the bartender's hand, Cameron scoffed at Jazzy. "Shut the fuck up," he crudely said. "You coming or what?"

"This supposed to be you matching my energy?" Jazzy tilted her head to the side before letting out some laughter in full amusement.

Cameron began to stride toward the elevator that led to his reserved room. He halted, peering over his shoulder at Jazzy, who remained in her seat awaiting a response from him. "Yeah, I'm matching your energy," he confirmed. "This what you wanted, right?"

Jazzy rose from her seat, grabbing her Valentino bag off the bar.

Without any more grief, she followed in his direction, allowing him to lead the way to his hotel room.

In the elevator, he uncapped his bottle of tequila, taking a swing of it straight to the head.

She found the meltdown he was having amusing.

It would constantly be this cat and mouse game between them since she refused to give more than she was offering.

The sooner he understood that, the less of a bother he would be whenever he wasn't dicking her down.

The elevator ride was swift, landing them on the eighteenth floor of the lavish hotel. Stepping out, they roamed the hall for a brief moment before Cameron found his door. Using his phone, he unlocked the door, gaining entrance to the hotel room.

Jazzy made sure to shut and lock the door behind them before sitting her purse down.

He turned to face her, his eyes searing into her, and for the first time, they were filled with lust and only lust. Usually, Jazzy would be able to pick up on something more telling within his eyes.

It seemed like he had finally caught the hint.

She was prepared to move around him to step out of her heels, but she was stopped by his hands conforming to her toned sides, pulling her back so she could feel the mound that bulged in his Purple Brand jeans.

"You gonna fuck me right after drinking all of that?

" Jazzy asked as she pressed her rounded rear against his dick.

Cameron craned down to the crook of her neck, letting her floral scent fill his nostrils. "I got you," he asserted in a low, baritone voice.

Satisfied with his response, she proceeded to unbutton her jeans and step out of her heels. In her red lace panties, her rounded ass caught his attention, prompting him to grip a handful of it. A smirk played out on her face as she stripped herself of her crop top, which she sported without a bra.

Turning around to face him, she aided him with getting out of his shirt, showcasing his built and chiseled chest. His head lowered toward hers, and he absentmindedly went in for a kiss on her lips. Before he could lean in any closer, her hand made its way to his neck, stopping him immediately.

This time around, she didn't need to serve him with a verbal reminder of how he should no longer attempt to place his lips onto hers.

Instead of her directing him toward her wet, anticipating pussy, he took initiative by getting on his knees himself.

Pleased by his actions, her hand stroked over his deep waves as Cameron gripped the sides of her dainty lace panties, pulling them off.

Eagerly, he dove his head between her legs, feening for a taste of the sweetness that coated her second set of lips.

Taken aback by the attention he was giving her pussy, she shuffled to a nearby couch. There, he pushed her down so she was sitting back while her fine, toned legs rested on his broad shoulders.

He flattened his long, warm tongue, lapping it over the waxed slits of her pussy.

She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he devoured her pearl with his phenomenal head game.

Cameron really wanted to take his time with Jazzy.

He was hoping the more he devoted into making her body quiver and leak of cum, the more she would become attached.

It was an old, aged theory and method that he had used on many women prior to Jazzy.

Unfortunately, not only was it played out, but Jazzy wouldn't have fallen for it even if it wasn't played out.

She sat in deep anticipation, waiting for him to part her lips to reveal her pink flesh inside.

Seeing that he was on his own time and not hers, Jazzy reached her hand down, separating the thick lips of her pussy with her fingers.

With her other hand, she steered his head so he could dip his tongue inside of her.