Page 73 of Jameson’s Salvation

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Jameson

Last night, Jameson actually got a few hours of sleep. With Peyton Marshall behind bars some of the tightness in his chest had loosened. But until Reggie Coleman joined his son, Jameson couldn’t fully relax.

He’d also fallen asleep thinking about what Weston had said to him. He was still grappling with the knowledge that he was going to have to push Kennedy today, but knowing his team had his back had made his decision easier.

Part of what had taken Jameson’s time yesterday after Peyton’s arrest was the phone call to the Eastern Shore Beekeepers Association. Originally Jameson had called to get information on the materials he’d need to build her a proper hive. But when he’d called and explained the situation, he found that Kennedy belonged to the group and had attended their bi-monthly meetings since she’d started keeping bees. The president of the club, Harold Ward, was personally meeting him and Kennedy at her house later that day.

Harold had given him a list of materials Jameson needed to purchase at the lumberyard and Harold was bringing the bees. The man had explained that it was best to start a hive in the spring, but being as Kennedy’s land was appropriately prepped for bees with its field of bee-loving wildflowers, it should work out with a little added glucose to help them winter over.

Yesterday when Jameson arrived at Kennedy’s to clear the old burnt hives and drop off the lumber, he was happy he’d been alone. He hadn’t expected such a violent reaction to the area. But when he saw the blood trail, his step faltered and it had taken him several minutes of reminding himself that Kennedy was alive and safe before he could continue.

His gut still rejected the idea that Peyton had simply been arrested and Jameson didn’t get the chance to knock his head off and teach him a lesson. But Jameson could not bring himself to beat the man even after what he’d done to Kennedy. It would make him no better than the scumbags he despised. He prided himself on being a better man.

Kennedy stirred in his arms and he laid still, enjoying the feel of her pressed against him. Her thigh hitched higher and brushed his morning hard-on and he tried to adjust her leg away from his throbbing erection.

It had been the best kind of torture waking up with her half-naked form against him each morning. And showering with her, washing her from head to toe, not being able to take it further had been the true test of his self-control. But he wasn’t going there with her until her doctor had given her a hundred percent clean bill of health. And after that he still might wait a while longer. It wasn’t that he couldn’t be gentle while he made love to her, but he knew she liked to test his limits and beg him to go harder, and he wasn’t sure if he could deny her. It was better not to let the bird out of the cage, so to speak.

“Babe,” he warned when she moved her leg over his dick again and started to rub back and forth.

“Jameson,” she whined. “It’s been long enough.”

“You’re not ready.”

“I’m really tired of hearing that,” she retorted.

Jameson couldn’t stop the smile that formed at hearing her annoyance. He was happy to know she was as needy as he was, but he wouldn’t dare let her catch him gloating about it.

“Soon, Kennedy. And I promise to make up for lost time.”

“Yeah, sure,” she grumbled and he gently reversed their positions so he was on top of her looking down at her sleepy eyes.

“I swear it’s absolute torture for me not to be able to touch you the way I want to. The way you want me to. Not to be able to feel your breath on my neck when I’m moving inside of you, or hear you pant my name when you come for me. I need that connection with you—need it—not just want it. I crave the intimacy of us coming together.”

He brushed back a lock of her hair. “But, I’m enjoying a different kind of intimacy, having you in my arms every night and just talking until we fall asleep. I’ve never experienced this. I’ve never wanted to know everything about someone before. So while I can’t wait to finally get to bend your tight ass over and take you from behind, I’m good with what we have. More than good, actually. I love getting to know more about you.”

Kennedy was now wide awake when she groaned and said, “Please don’t talk about bending me over. All I can imagine is—”

“Don’t say it,” he cut her off. “I’ve been dying to take you from behind so you’re gonna have to find a way to get over hearing what you did.”

“Well, I’m sure when the time comes, I won’t be thinking about anything but what you’re doing. However, until that time comes, we shouldn’t talk about it. Because really, the images I’m thinking about are enough to make me need a shower.”

A shower was exactly what they needed. They’d slept in and were now running low on time before they needed to get to Kennedy’s.

“We should get up,” he told her.

“’Kay.”

“But before we do, I need to tell you something.”

“Oh-kay.”

“I invited your mom over for dinner.” Kennedy started to smile and he hated to do it but he had to. “Her and Janice will be at your house at five.” The grin that had been forming faded into a scowl and she started to shake her head. “Yes, babe. Today we’re going to your house to sort your beehives. Then your mom and Janice, Nixon and McKenna, and Chasin, Weston, and Holden are staying for dinner. Your mom and McKenna are bringing sides and I’m grilling burgers.”

“I don’t want to be there,” Kennedy protested.

“I know you don’t. That’s why I’m going to be there with you. Nixon and the rest of the guys will be there around noon. But I wanted you and I to have some time alone there first.”