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“Yeah, they do. Doesn’t that make you question Jasper’s interest in Jamie,” I say, raising an eyebrow.
Rick and Jay agree that Jasper’s interest in Jamie is more than a little creepy or coincidental, and we all agree we need to keep her away from him.
* * *
When I pullup to Jamie’s it almost ten, but there’s a dim light shining behind the curtains in the lounge telling me she’s still up. I shoot her a quick message that I’m outside so I don’t scare her by knocking the door this late.
She opens the door as I’m walking up the path, and she looks so fucking beautiful, all sleepy and wrapped in a knitted blanket, leaning on the door as she waits for me to reach her.
I forget everything else that’s happened today as I grasp her face and kiss her. She melts against me, and I pick her up as she wraps those lush legs around me. I barely remember to close and lock the door behind me before I get lost in the feel of her, her taste, and the sweet honey smell of her cocoons me, pulling me under.
Like a horny teenager who can’t wait to get his dick wet, I don’t even make it more than two steps up the stairs before I lay her down, pulling the blanket open so I can take her in. She’s wearing my Nirvana t-shirt and nothing else, and my dick, already hard as fucking stone, strains against my jeans.
Jamie writhes under me as I lean down and nip her neck, over her jaw, then bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth.
“What do you want, Firefly?” I ask as I run my hand up the outside of her thigh and grip her hip, pulling her to me so I can grind my groin against hers. I can feel the heat and wetness from her pussy through my jeans, and I do it again, just as she goes to speak, and her words are lost as she whimpers. It’s a beautiful sound that makes me ache for her, burn for her, want to possess her.
“Seb,” she hisses out as my fingers slip through her wetness, grazing over her clit.
“Tell me,” I demand, pushing a finger inside her and curling it just right.
“Ahh, fuck.” Her back arches as I slide another finger in, and she clenches around them.
Unable to wait another second, I drop down between her legs, licking up her slit, and she grips my hair, rubbing her pussy against my face. As soon as her taste hits my tongue, I don’t stop until she’s trembling on the brink, then coming in my mouth, and I lap up every last drop.
Her grip on my hair loosens as she comes down, and I kiss a path all the way up her stomach, pushing up her t-shirt, baring her breasts and nipping at them before taking her nipple into my mouth. With one hand, I free my cock, and it pulses in my grasp as I run my hand up and down the shaft.
Releasing her nipple, I crash my lips to hers as I enter her in one hard thrust, and she breaks the kiss, crying out. I slide one arm beneath her, to protect her back on the hard stairs, and then I fuck her. Each stroke, each thrust, of my cock inside her is like a vine wrapping around her and pulling her further into my heart, tethering her to me. As my own release nears, shivering up my spine, I know that no matter what, this woman will forever own my heart, and with that thought, I shatter, pumping my cum inside her and marking her as mine.
I pick her up and carry her to bed, still inside her and still semi-hard.
“Seb,” she whispers against my neck.
“Yeah, Firefly.”
“I think I might love you. Just a little bit.”
I stop at her words, unsure if I heard her correctly, but I soon realise she’s asleep. Damn. I was not expecting that. And I vow to myself, right there and then, to do everything I can to be worthy of her love.
For the first time ever, I start to believe that I’m nothing like my father.
* * *
The next morningafter making breakfast, I sit down with Jamie and tell her about the job at Tempest.
“I fucking knew there was something sleezy about that guy Mark.” She visibly shudders just mentioning his name. I really hope she doesn’t do that tomorrow night if we see Mark. “So, this Natalia girl, have you found her yet?”
“No, not yet. And without her surname it’s looking unlikely we will. Not unless she turns up dead, which I hope doesn’t happen.”
“Hmmm,” Jamie muses. “Well, there haven’t been any more bodies, so that’s a good sign.”
“How are you not more freaked out about this?” I ask her, because honestly, I was expecting her to be more shocked.
“Ha, what? Were you expecting me to run around terrified and screaming? Come on, Seb, you know me better than that. I haven’t lived my life wrapped in bubble wrap, protected from the real horrors of this world. My dad’s a fucking journo for Christ’s sake. I’ve seen my fair share of darkness, especially recently. So, no I’m not going to fall apart, I’m not going to run away like a scared little girl, that’s never been me, and I’m not even that surprised.
“A few years back, a lorry driver was stopped by the cops, and when they asked to see what was in the back, he tried to make a run for it. When they opened it up, there were dozens of women inside. I say women but they were more like young girls, some as young as 14, and several of them were dead, so no, I’m not in the least bit surprised.” She has a pensive look on her face like she’s trying to remember something.
“What is it? What are you thinking about?”
“I was just trying to remember the name of the haulage company. Maybe they’re connected because they never were able to prosecute anyone for it. The driver was remanded in custody but died before he even got to trial. I’m almost certain my dad ran a piece on it, but it got pulled. It’s not a stretch that whoever is involved is someone high up. Not when you consider the clientele of Tempest.”
She’s not wrong about that. Most corruption and criminal activity comes from a position of power. My father is a perfect example. A judge who’s been known to take the occasional backhand here and there.
Jamie jumps up, bringing me out of my thoughts about my father, and dashes off upstairs without a word. She’s back two minutes later, laptop in hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Research,” is all she says as she powers it up.
I watch as her hands fly across the keyboard, with a deep look of concentration on her face. Her nose furrows at something on the screen and every now and then she chews her bottom lip. I’m grateful when my phone rings because my dick was starting to get hard. Seeing it’s Rick, I answer as I walk to the lounge.
