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My phone vibrates. Notmyphone, the burner Jamie gave me.Watch this video. There’s a link. I click it. A regular-looking man walks awkwardly between two FBI agents, shouting at the sky. He’s the answer, he says. No,The Answer. He was “Jack,” then. If he’s been arrested, does that mean it’s over? Does that mean we can live happily ever after?
Or maybe happily ever after is an impossible concept. It’s never going to beperfect. People will always have to make sacrifices, but when I saw Jamie, I knew we were destined to have something special. Maybe we wouldn’t get it. Perhaps life or Mom would get in the way, but the connection was there. We’ll fight. We’ll never stop trying. Together.
Jamie sends me another text.I’ll be with you when the sun sets. I’m making arrangements. This is my last night. Put this phone in the box I gave you.
A shiver runs down my body when I think about Jamie leaving me. He says it will only be for a couple of weeks. Even that close, us leaving at the same time as Jamie disappearing might make Ramirez suspicious, but she’ll have other cases. The world will forget us.
I don’t want him to go. Would it be wrong to ask Mom to stay somewhere else tonight? No, what am I thinking? I’m not a good daughter sometimes, but I want Jamie to myself. After everything, maybe it’s silly how nervous it still makes me—my man, with his manhood so hard and thick.
I bite down. How long can we wait?
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Jamie
I lie behind Lena, my manhood stiff, my heart pounding. She must be able to feel me. Feel how hungry I am. We promised we’d be good. It’s so peaceful, lying here in bed in the dark with her, despite the need clawing at me.
“How did Lionel Strafer know Jack?” Lena asks.
“Jack went down a bad road. They must’ve mixed in the same circles. I’m sure Lionel hired him a few times. I don’t care about any of it. All I care about is us.”
“We can put it behind us soon,” she whispers, shifting against me. Oh, fuck, her ass is rubbing right up against my dick. Tension floods into my shaft, my hand moving automatically to her hip. “Can we?”
I squeeze her hip harder, shifting back and forth, grinding through my pants against her ass. She’s wearing shorts that disappear into her big ass, her fleshiness devouring the fabric. “Y-yes,” I groan.
“Will they be able to find you?”
“We’ll have to be careful. Maybe buy a plot of land in a place nobody cares about.”
“We’llcare about it,” she says fiercely, “because we’ll be there. Our family.” She shifts against me again.
I bite down, letting out a savage breath through my teeth. I’m tugging at her shorts without even meaning to. It’s just instinct—animal need to see her round ass and thighs glimmering with her wetness.
“Jamie,” she moans.
“Bite down on the pillow,” I snarl, spanking her ass softly. Still, the flesh-on-flesh sound seems loud in the quiet of the night. Fuck it. I spank her big, beautiful ass again.
Her moan, as usual, is the best part. Her horniness.
“You know you want it.” I kiss down her legs as I pull her shorts down. My dick pulses hard when she grabs a pillow and brings it to her mouth. Her thick legs are already shaking for me.
I pull her shorts and underwear down, toss them away, and growl as I push her legs apart. Her scent is so hot. It triggers deep impulses in me. Her folds glimmer in the low light. Her horny slit winks at me, wet already.
When I growl again, she sits up. She brings her fingers to her lips, her eyes wide in a plea. That’s right. We have to be quiet. I kiss up her thigh, tasting her skin, tastingher. I almost lose it when I kiss beside her hole, her wetness smearing across my lips.
She shivers in a hot, receptive way when I guide my tongue up her folds to her clit. I lick my woman up and down, tightly holding her thighs. Maybe a little roughly, but she’s mine—mine. I hold her tighter, growling as I pull her toward me and open my mouth. I devour her, lick fast, faster, then slide my tongue into her. I fuck her with my tongue.
Dammit, I’m stroking my cock. Lost in her taste, my hand grinds up and down my dick as I indulge. She’s moaning into the pillow, muffled, but it’s like she can’t contain it. Precome leaks so hot from my dick. I need her. She’s fluttering around my tongue.
Oh,fuck. She’s creaming in my mouth. From under the pillow, she moans, “F-f-f-fuck. Oh, fuck.” Quiet, like she can’t take anymore, but she never wants it to stop. I tongue her harder, push my lip firmly against her clit. She grinds against my mouth.
When she’s done, I slide my tongue out, then lick around her hole. I run my tongue all over her entrance, her clit, her lips. I lap up every last drop of her juice and then take her clit into my mouth. I suck it, push my tongue against it, reach up, and bury my hands in the gorgeous thickness of her belly.
She gasps and puts her hands on my wrists. I think she’s going to push me away or try to. Maybe it’s weird for her, but then she moans, rubbing her hands atop me like she wants me to indulge. Every part of her is perfect. Every moan. Every curve.
When I stand slowly, she sits up, her breasts bouncing in her top. I silently take off my T-shirt, my pants, my underwear. My cock springs up from my waistband. It’s so hard, it almost hurts, the tension roaring at me that there’s only one release—my horny young virgin’s hole.
“Show me those perfect tits,” I whisper.
