“I swear to you, Peyton, I’m not just saying this because I want you, I don’t care to wait. You’re worth waiting for, but not once did I have unprotected sex. It was never a risk worth taking but with you, if something were to happen, I’d fucking be happy about having a baby with you.”
The serious nature of our situation weighs on me, but I know what I want now more than ever. I want this man. “Come here,” I demand.
Jameson looms over me. The head of his cock is kissing my pussy lips. “Are you sure?”
“I want this. I want you.” I lean up on my elbows and kiss his eager mouth. Jameson settles his body over mine and slowly pushes the tip in.
His movements still, his muscles twitching and trembling as I stretch around him. “You’re made for me,” he says with a moan that sends a shiver coursing up and down my spine. I love knowing that I can make this rock god moan. That I make him lose control.
“Take me, Jameson. Show me you love me.”
God does he show me. Thrusting long, hard, and deep he makes love to me. Our bodies rock together, our moans melding together in harmony. Our heartbeats supplying the rhythm. We create a melody no one else can hear. I fall apart beneath him, crying out his name in a broken sob as my orgasm pulses through me in violent waves. I don’t want this night to end.
“Ride me, Fancy.” Rolling to his back he brings me with him. I grind down on him, riding him soft and slow, loving the way he’s gazing at me with pure adoration. His hands hold my hips with primal possession creating a delicious friction as his fingers bite into my skin with a bruising force. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls out the words. His breathing is labored the words catching in his throat. Circling my hips, I rise up and down again, impaling myself on his thick cock. I watch with elation as his eyes roll back in his head, and I feel the warmth of his essence filling me. The sensation gets me off again.
Jameson’s arms wrap around me, hugging me down to his sweaty chest. His cock is twitching inside me, and I feel so deliriously drunk on him. Euphoria is one way to describe it. We lay together for seconds, minutes, or hours, I’m not sure. I listen to his heartbeat feeling like all is right with the world as long as I am in his arms. Eventually his breathing evens out, and we fall asleep.
Coming to, I extract myself from his hold, missing the contact of being skin to skin with him immediately. I grab my discarded clothes and slip into his bathroom to shower and clean up. As I am digging through his toiletries, I find a box of unopened condoms. I scoff, my cheeks flaming hot. He’s a shit liar. I toss them on the counter of the sink and look at my flushed and satisfied appearance. My lips are swollen. His fingerprints are imprinted on my hips. His teeth marks are on my breasts.
Jameson thoroughly and properly fucked me. Last night was perfect. It was outstanding really, but now in the back of my mind I wonder why he lied about the condoms. Was it a line? Was he just too lazy to get the condoms? Was he afraid if he left me alone for two seconds, I’d change my mind and bolt from the room? Annoyance flickers through me. I’ve been with him for only a few hours, and already I am questioning the decision and him. This is madness. And it’s too damn early to be having such deep thoughts before coffee. I turn on the hot water and push all the negative thoughts away for now.
Chapter 26
Jameson
Waking up to the other side of the bed empty I feel deflated and wonder if it was all just a dream—Peyton coming to my room and making love to her all night until we both fell asleep. I can still feel her touch and smell her vanilla scent of her shampoo on my sheets. It wasn’t a dream. I smile as I roll out of bed eager to see what today holds for us. If only I could read her mind and know what she’s thinking this morning after the second greatest night of my life.
I start toward the bathroom and hear the shower running. She didn’t walk out on me. I would have deserved it if she had for the way I left her. The bathroom is fogged up with steam from the hot water. I can only make out her outline through the glass. She doesn’t realize I am standing here watching her, enjoying the show as she scrubs her fingers in her hair. I make use of the facilities and pause as I wash my hands, noticing the condoms on the sink. Shit, did she see them? I know I shouldn’t have lied but if I was going to be with Peyton, I wanted to feel her skin to skin, and I’m not sorry about it. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t hoping that more comes from last night. I was trying to get her pregnant again. I want her tied to me in every way possible. To make up for what I ripped away from her when I crashed my truck. I want a life with Peyton. I want to give her the fairytale I always promised her.
Stepping into the shower, I don’t ask for permission to join her. I grab the black loofah from her hands and take over. She doesn’t protest as I rub it up and down her torso, paying attention to every inch of her body. Her heated gaze is fixated on mine until I drop down and wash between her thighs. Her fingers tap the area between my shoulder blades where her name is tatted on my back.
“You tattooed my nickname on your back?”
“Damn straight I did. Was one of the first things I did in LA.”
I can’t tell if she is going to smile or cry.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m touched.” A proud smile spreads across her face as her lips curve upward. This is what I want to wake up to every day. This beautiful woman. I work on her backside and after she’s rinsed off, we trade places. Peyton takes over the task of washing me.
She’s being gentle and sweet until she cups my balls in her grip and says, “You have something to tell me?”
I squirm. “About the condoms?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah.”
“I’m not sorry.” I place my hand over hers and she lets go of the death grip
she had on my sac. Pushing her up against the tiled wall, I grab her pussy with raw possession. “This right here, sweetheart. It’s all mine. I was the first man to have you, and I’m going to be the last. I wanted you bareback. There’s no denying that, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you this time. If that means knocking you up to keep you, I’ll take it.” She gasps as I push a finger inside her. “Tell me I’m crazy because I am. I’m crazy about you. I thought I could go slow, but there is no slow when it comes to loving you.”
“Jameson,” she starts but I cut her off.
“Don’t deny me, baby.”
“I was going to say then call me crazy too. I don’t want to waste another five years.”
I crash my mouth down on hers. My cock is swelling and aching to be back inside her. We’ve lost so much time, but I’m going to spend every second of every single day making it up to her. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I kiss her breathless and hitch her knee up on my hip, driving my cock inside her. I’m not gentle about it. I’m rough in taking what I need from her, but she’s willingly giving it to me. Her eyes are closed as she lays her head back on the wall of the shower.
“Open those eyes, Fancy. I want them on this right here.” I pull back and tilt her head down so she can see me sliding in and out of her slick heat. Her chest heaves as I bend my head down to capture a nipple in my mouth. Bracing the wall with my palm I nearly lose my footing. Fuck this is dangerous. I reach behind me and turn the water off. “I’m taking you back to bed.”