J is for Jay Carey

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It’s “J” day on the A to Z Blogging Challenge, and I thought I’d use it to introduce you to someone near and dear to my heart.  His name is Jay Carey.

He’s intense, driven, stubborn and single-minded – all things that helped him achieve success.  But he’s also a little shy, still battles deeply hidden insecurities, can be a little obtuse, and has a romantic streak a mile wide.

Jay cleared his throat as a sheepish smile curved his lips. “I’d been thinking about going to Scotland to look at castles.”

“Castles?” Katie’s eyebrows arched in amazement. “You mean just to look at them, or look to buy one?”

A low rumble of laughter shook Jay’s shoulders. “Just to look at them. Although I wouldn’t mind having a castle.” He shook his head at her. “And I know what you’re thinking.”

….“Oh, really?”

“Yes. You’re thinking Cinderella and drawbridges and moats. That’s not what I mean at all. Although…” His eyes narrowed. “Come to think of it, it’d be kind of groovy to have a moat filled with all kinds of nasty creatures.”

He likes nice things, but he can be a little clueless.

He smiled and leaned against the car. “Hello, love.”

“Nice wheels.” She admired the Bentley up close and couldn’t resist running her hand over the roof.

A puzzled frown creased Jay’s forehead and he gave his car a startled look. “Really? They came with the car.”

When Jay finds something he wants, he goes after it!

The Turtles stopped testifying about their pleasured hands, and the psychedelic strains of “Magic Carpet Ride” began. Katie was disappointed to feel Jay pull away from her, and was glad she hadn’t tipped her hand by kissing him.

“You surprise me, Katie Scott,” he murmured.

“Really?” She arched an eyebrow. “How?”

“The fact that you got me to dance with you. I very rarely dance with anyone, and never in public.”

Katie’s heart gave a cautious little bump of anticipation. “Well, I’m glad you took a chance.”

Jay smoothed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I guess I just can’t resist you.”

“Does that mean I have you at my mercy?” She had no idea how she got the words out; she could barely draw in enough air to breathe, much less make conversation.

“You might,” he responded. “But unfortunately, I’ve got to leave.”

“Oh. Well, then.” She cleared her throat. “I’m really glad you came by tonight.”

“So am I.” He bent down as if to kiss her cheek, but whispered in her ear instead.

Katie watched him wend his way to the door and disappear through it. Everything else receded, and she was unaware of the music, the smoky air, or the jostling of bodies. All she knew was the echo of Jay Carey’s whisper in her ear: “I want you.”

He can be a little silly at times, too. 🙂

Jay took a healthy hit off the joint and passed it to a snickering Adam. After a moment, he blew a thin stream of smoke between his lips.

“Anyway,” he said. “We all knew what was going to happen, but it was still funnier than hell when the man put his arm around Marty’s waist and whispered, ‘How you doin’, sweet thang?’”

Adam choked on a combination of smoke and laughter which Jay found much more amusing than his story about Marty Harrison. Ribs aching, he handed Adam what was left of his Jack and Coke.

“Here, drink this.”

Adam shook his head and waved his hand. “…kill me…” he gasped out.

Still laughing, Jay drained the glass and slammed it upside down on the coffee table. “Nancy boy.”

Red in the face, Adam wiped his streaming eyes and checked the many lager bottles that littered the area around his chair. A sloshing noise came from one and he raised it to his lips, throwing his head back to get every last drop. With an explosive gasp he lowered the bottle and rested his elbows on his knees, breathing hard. “Not a nancy boy,” he croaked. “But your Texas accent left a lot to be desired. Combined with that shirt…” He started snickering again and pointed at Jay. “You look like the Gay Caballero.”

Jay suppressed what could only be termed a giggle and decided he’d had enough weed and booze. He spread his arms wide and looked down at his new overly-decorated fringed shirt. “Hey, this shirt is from Nudie’s. Everyone wears them.”

“Especially gay caballeros.” Adam looked around with a perplexed frown. “Where’s the joint?”

“Please don’t burn my house down.” Jay put his feet on the table and crossed his ankles. “Do you want to hear the rest of the story?”

“What story?” Adam stood up and searched the chair.

Another bout of laughter shook Jay’s shoulders. “The story about the man in Dallas who saw Marty from behind and thought he was a bird.” He narrowed his eyes at Adam’s foot. “The joint’s on top of your shoe, mate.”

But when it’s time to be serious, he does it right!

“How did this happen so fast?” His eyes searched hers, intent and questioning.

Katie felt a sudden dryness on her lips and she moistened them with her tongue before answering, “What’s that?”

“We’ve only just met. But I want to be with you so much.” Jay’s hand rose and his fingers played in the strands of her hair. “Not to say that I’m not disappointed at our timing, but I wouldn’t mind just sitting and listening to music with you.” Jay’s hand moved from her hair to her face. His fingers stroked her skin, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake. “Of course, I’d love to wake up next to you with your hair all around me.” He brushed his lips across her cheek. “I want all that and it’s happened so fast.”

Very, very right!

“No buts,” he growled. When his eyes met hers, the raw emotion she saw in them stopped her breath. He wrenched her wrists from around his neck and pinned them above her against the wall, holding her captive. Shaking his hair back, he brought his face within an inch of hers. “Don’t play with me, Katie. I can’t take this. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life.” There was nothing gentle about his voice now; it was ragged and hoarse and full of  lust. “I want you and I’ve got to have you, do you hear me?”

And he’s good.  He’s very good!

“I have to go,” he sighed against her lips. Instead of rising, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in her mouth and tangling his fingers in her hair.

Katie couldn’t stop her response; she never could. If she was driving him mad, he was returning the favor.

Abruptly, he pulled away from her embrace and stood up. “I have to go. Damn it.” He leaned over and gave her one last, lingering kiss. At the door to the room, he turned back and looked at her. “What are you doin’ to me, Katie?”

As Katie heard the front door close behind him, she whispered, “What are you doin’ to me?”

And most of all, he loves his Katie with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.

“We didn’t throw it away then. Remember?” Jay’s voice was strained. “We wanted each other and we did what we had to do to be together. We pushed past anything that got in our way. But even though it hurt people close to us, I’d do it again. You were more important. We were more important. Nothing mattered more to me than being with you.” He raised his head and pinned her with his gaze. “And nothing matters more to me now.”

She didn’t want to see the complete conviction in his eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

“I’m only half alive without you, Katie.”

You can find out more about Jay here.

I hope you love him as much as I do! 🙂

All excerpts from Crimson and Clover Copyright 2013 Juli Page Morgan     All rights reserved Crimson Romance

Juli Page Morgan, author of Romances that Rock

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