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“Fuck off,” I laugh out.
She giggles. “This is nice,” she murmurs, nibbling on my neck. I carry her into the house exactly as we are, ignoring the constant sexual tension building between us. Stopping just outside my closed bedroom door, I lean her against it, just so I can look in her eyes when I ask, “I take it you’ve missed me?”
“A little,” she says, flipping my cap backward before kissing me. Just once. She’s the version of Jamie I’ve only witnessed recently—careless and calm, and it absolutely terrifies me to think that maybe… maybe I’m the reason.
She runs her nose along mine, kissing me again, and I push open the bedroom door and set her gently on my desk. She’s in a plain navy dress with absolutely no shape, which works for me because it hides all the parts of her that only I get to see. Her short, little legs swing back and forth, and I turn away before she can see my reaction to that slight movement. It’scute.And I don’t docute,but on Jamie… everything is tolerable, and that, too, is terrifying.
I find the large, yellow envelope on the bookshelf and hold it out in front of her. “Here.”
“Eeek!” she squeals, bouncing in her spot while making grabby hands.
“Don’t get too excited,” I warn, but she’s already tearing into it as if it’s the first and only gift she’s ever received. That would suck. And it might also be a possibility. Thatreallysucks.
Discarding the envelope to the side, Jamie looks down at the thick catalog in her hands, then up at me, again and again, and I don’t know if she’s confused or disappointed. Probably both. “I had my dad send it,” I mumble, glancing around my room to hide my embarrassment. I’d never felt like this before, but then again, I’ve never really cared what people thought of me. Obviously, I care what Jamie thinks, and right now, I can’t get a decent read on her.
“Holden…” she breathes out, but it’s not enough to give anything away. She runs her thumb across the cover of the book, right over the Eastwood Nursery and Garden Center logo.
“It has all the products we sell in there. Pictures, too. I just thought…”
Her eyes meet mine. “Thought what?” she urges.
I shrug. “I’m sure it's nothing like the ones Gina had, but I thought you might like it.”
Jamie’s exhale is slow, forced, and then she’s leaning back against my wall, a whispered “whoa” leaving her. For seconds that feel like minutes, she simply stares at the catalog, her breaths shaky, harsh against the silence around us. When she finally looks up, her eyes are filled with unshed tears.
I’m so quick to look away, my head spins. “Dammit, Jamie! You know I don’t do crying girls.”
I canfeelher eyes roll even though I’m not facing her. “Well, you’re going to have to,” she says, tugging at my t-shirt to bring me closer. “Just this once.”
I puff out a breath, my spine straightening as I roll my shoulders in preparation.
I can do this.
Forher.
Shutting my eyes, I take one last courageous breath before facing her. The tears are still there—now flowing freely down her cheeks, and I don’t even think before I reach up to cup her jaw. I thumb away her tears, let the liquid soak through my flesh and into my bloodline. “It’s just a product catalog. I don’t know why you—”
“Shut up,” she whispers, pushing forward. After carefully setting the book aside, she scoots closer; her front pressed to mine, arms around my neck again. “This is a piece of you, Holden, and you’re giving it to me, and that’s—”
“Not a big deal,” I cut in. It’s really not. And if she makes it one, I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.
“Maybe not to you.” And then she’s kissing me, her lips parting, tongue tracing my lips as one of her hands flatten against my abs, under my t-shirt. I tilt my head, drag my tongue along hers, and she’s warm and wet and so fucking perfect. She tastes like she smells, like sunshine and solace, and my hands grasp at her thighs, fingers digging in as I bring her closer. My cock throbs against my shorts when I feel the heat emitting from her center. I slide my hand higher, just enough to feel the wetness pooling between her legs, and then I groan, reluctantly pull away. I nuzzle her neck, panting. “Maybe we should slow down. Or stop.” I don’t know if I can take another one of these “sessions” with her and not blow my load inside my boxer shorts.
She responds by covering my hand with hers, using two of my fingers to slide her panties to the side. And then she uses those same two fingers to trace a line down her slit, exposing me to the evidence of her need. Her want. “Fuck, Jamie,” I moan, but I don’t know if she hears me because she’s too busy removing my t-shirt, then pulling the bottom of her dress up and over her ass, just enough to raise it over her head and discard it altogether. She sits in front of me, in only her bra and underwear, and she’sglorious.
And mine.
Jesus Christ, she’smine.
And I don’t care if I come in my pants from dry humping alone. She’s so fucking worth it. Hands back between her legs, she guides my fingers inside her, her eyes rolling back when the heel of my palm rubs against her clit. “I’m wound so fucking tight, Holden, I just need…”
“Need what?” I push.
“I need to come,” she gasps, her entire body writhing as she rides my fingers. She grabs onto my neck again as if she can’t let go, her breaths warm against my cheek. A sheen of sweat coats her shoulders, and I lick her there, bite her.
She sighs, tilting her head back, and I reach up with my free hand, unclasp her bra from behind. I stop my worship of her just long enough to remove her bra and panties. Her tits now exposed; I flatten my tongue against her nipple before sucking on the hardened nub. I push my fingers back into her wet cunt, loving the way she uses them to bring her closer and closer to the edge, the way she pants, “Fuck fuck fuck.
“I can’t wait for you to come,” I murmur, making my way down her stomach. She leans back, her legs parting wider. “I want to feel this tight little pussy of yours clench around my fingers.” I flick my tongue across her clit, watch as a shiver runs through every one of her limbs. “And feel your clit throb against my tongue.” I taste her there, again and again, all while she moans my name between curses. Her fingers lace through my hair, tugging, holding me there. I lower my shorts, take out my cock, and stroke it slowly, just a few times, just enough to relieve some pressure. And then I’m back at her tits, squeezing, pulling, pinching. I feel the exact moment her orgasm builds, her pussy walls tightening around my fingers. She screams when she comes, eyes shut tight, head angled to the ceiling as her stomach contracts, riding out every wave. I’m right there with her, my movements never changing, never slowing, not until she’s nothing but soft limbs coated in sweat beneath me.
