Page 37 of Jameson’s Salvation

“You don’t need sheets on your bed to ride me.” Kennedy’s eyes flared and Jameson smiled. “You wanna ride me, baby?” She nodded and Jameson’s dick jumped. “Good, because I want your tits in my mouth while you bounce on my dick. And now that you’ve taken the edge off, we’ll see if we can’t get two more orgasms out of you.”

“Oh, God,” Kennedy moaned and her pussy convulsed. “Hurry and tell me.”

Jameson thought about how to explain what he’d meant. He figured she probably wouldn’t like his answer, but she was right, she was the one lying under him, and she didn’t have a damn thing to be jealous about because no one could hold a candle to her.

“It means in the past, I had to get creative to make myself orgasm. I hold myself back from everyone—that included during sex.”

“What’s creative mean?”

Goddamn, he did not want to have this conversation.

Jameson sighed and held her eyes. “It means I had to think about something else to get myself off. And most of the time the orgasm wasn’t worth the effort involved to have it.”

“Oh.”

He could see the flicker of thought starting to work behind her eyes and he needed to shut that quick.

“Don’t go there, Kennedy. I told you the truth and if you don’t believe my words the fact that my dick is hard and has stayed rock hard even though we’ve been talking for the last five minutes should tell you I’m being honest. I wouldn’t know what my recovery time is because I’ve never fucked the same woman two times in one night. But I can tell you, never has my dick gotten hard before it fully went soft. Not when I was a randy teenager and was discovering sex, not ever.

“I was with you every second of the way. From the time our lips touched until I came. The only time I wasn’t thinking about your sleek warm pussy and the way it was strangling my cock was when I was counting backward from one hundred in an effort to make you come before I did. No other thought crossed my mind. I let myself go and held nothing back from you. And I swear on my life, that has never happened before.”

“I believe you,” she whispered.

“Good.” His eyes drifted closed in relief.

“Take me upstairs, Jameson. I want more.”

Jameson pulled out and severed their connection, and just as he’d suspected when he stood and lifted her off the couch, he’d give Kennedy anything she asked for.

They were walking into her room when she asked, “You think maybe this time you could take off your pants and shoes?”

And for the second time that night Jameson threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, baby. I think we can arrange that.”

Kennedy smiled and Jameson knew he wasn’t in trouble. He didn’t have a dilemma, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

12

Kennedy

It had been two days since I’d learned there was such a thing as multiple orgasms and I still ached in all the right places. And it had been three nights in a row that Jameson had spent the night in my bed but hadn’t done more than kiss me since the first night.

Frustration was mounting. He was a great kisser, I thoroughly enjoyed making out with him. What I didn’t enjoy was him not allowing it to go any further. And if I tried, he’d pin my hands to the bed, kiss me hard and wet, then roll me to my side and tuck me close.

The cuddling part was nice, too. And a complete shock. Never in a million years would I think Jameson Grant was a cuddler. He looked more like a wham-bam-rollover-and-don’t-touch-me type of man. But, nope, he’d pull me close and wrap his big arms around me. I’d fallen asleep like that, and woken up the same way.

The guy who’d broken into my house had been identified as Peyton Marshall. I’d known Peyton a long time. His family had moved to Kent County when he was in third grade and I was in sixth. We’d gone to school together off and on since then. He was a brat at eight, he was a menace at twelve, and by the time I’d graduated high school he was a complete douche.

It didn’t surprise me he’d turned into a criminal. But the thing was, his record was clean. He’d never been charged with a crime, but considering the old sheriff was as dirty as mud, that didn’t surprise me either. Peyton was a day laborer and worked construction, though he wasn’t employed by any one company. He floated around and took whatever jobs he could get when a crew was short. That meant he wasn’t very good at showing up for work so no one would hire him permanently. Again, I was not surprised.

But Peyton seemed to have vanished, and in a county as small as ours, that was a feat. No one had seen him, and he hadn’t shown up on the job site he was working. He’d taken nothing of value from me to pawn, and even if I couldn’t find evidence he’d taken anything from my house, I didn’t have anything valuable enough for him to hock and go on the lamb.

Until Peyton was found, Jameson was insisting he stay at my place. I didn’t fight this, because I liked him being there. And a small part of me felt better knowing he was there.

I’d just finished labeling a hundred mason jars of honey and was wondering what I was going to do with my bounty when my phone rang. Now that Nature’s Choice was no longer stocking my stuff and sales had been down at the farmers market, I was going to have to start branching out. But I didn’t know how to begin.

I picked up my phone off the work bench and saw it was Weston.