Page 22 of Jameson’s Salvation

Maybe because I was a silly girl and my mind was filled with nonsense.

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Jameson

Jameson walked down the stairs as slowly as humanly possible and adjusted his hard dick in his pants. He’d done his best not to look at all of Kennedy’s exposed skin, but good God, he couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming. His body’s reaction to her was instant and visceral. He couldn’t stop his dick from responding and he’d tried his best. Never had he not had control of every part of his body before.

He’d seen plenty of women in more of a state of undress and had never had to fight from getting hard. He was not one of those men who was led around by his dick. His mind was always in full command of his actions. But Kennedy tested all of his strength and he’d failed.

By the time he’d reached her front door to greet Weston, his dick was no less hard and he had to stop and take a second. Maybe he should’ve been ashamed of his reaction but he wasn’t. He also wasn’t ashamed he’d woken up with a raging hard-on this morning after a hot dream starring the two of them having wild sex. And the only thing that had stopped him from ripping the towel away and carrying her to her bed to see if she sounded like she had in his dream when his head was between her legs and his mouth latched onto her pussy, was because he’d heard Weston pull into the drive.

He wasn’t sure if he was pissed at his friend for his punctuality, or grateful.

The knock on the door pulled Jameson from his thoughts and thankfully the pulsing in his dick started to subside.

He opened the door as his friend’s hand was up and ready to rap on the wood again.

“Took you long enough.” Weston smirked.

“You knocked once, jackass.”

“Yeah, but I know you heard me drive up.”

“Whatever. Come in.”

Weston stepped inside Kennedy’s remodeled farmhouse and he looked around. “Nice place.”

“It is. She did the reno herself.” Jameson hoped Weston didn’t hear the pride in his voice.

“Seriously? Herself?”

“Yep. Tore down walls, re-plastered, did all the trim and molding herself.”

Weston glanced around the open space again and nodded. “Good work.”

When Weston’s gaze came back to him, he knew by the smile of his friend’s face he was about to catch shit.

“Heard she was smokin’ hot.”

Jameson’s eyes narrowed and his body went taut. That wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Did you?”

“Sure did. Holden said she’s a—”

“Careful,” Jameson snapped.

“Careful?”

Jameson had walked right into Weston’s trap and gave away more than he should’ve.

“Was gonna say, Holden told me she’s a nice, sweet woman.”

“Right.”

Weston smiled at his feet, shook his head, and muttered, “People in hell must be drinking ice water.”

“Come again?”