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I needed him. Needed him to touch me, his skin against mine. Wanted to see if I could get him to melt under my mouth. Gradually, the kiss eased in intensity, and we caught our breath as my hands wandered under his black t-shirt, desperate for the heat of him. Without warning, Jameson bent to scoop my legs out from under me, his lips twitching when a little yelp escaped my throat. Kissing the crown of my head, he carried me like a bride over the threshold, bringing me into his room and chuckling as my hands found his belt the moment he set me down.
A gentle nip of my lip was enough to bring my eyes to his, a tiny flick of his head slowing my movements. Jameson wiggled out of his jeans, yanking his shirt off to reveal his spectacular frame, sending that torturous heat rushing through my core, mouth filling with saliva, like that’s exactly what I’d been waiting for. Maybe it was. I wanted him in my mouth, to suck him deep and relish the feeling of him getting hard against my tongue.
His head shake was nearly imperceptible, but I heeded the unspoken request as he backed up to his walk-in shower. Gaze locked on mine, Jameson leaned in and started the water before jerking his chin in my direction. Tentatively, I reached for the hem of my shirt, and when his smile confirmed that’s what he wanted, lifted it up and over my head. A surprised little gasp caught in my throat when I popped free of the fabric to find he’d closed the distance. Urgent reverence filled the way he coasted that broad palm over my side before the other joined in to slide up my back and unclip the pink bra.
This was…different. Everything about this felt different. My lungs spun into overdrive, core churning as expectation wound every inch of my body tight like a coil. Heart hammering so hard the whoosh of it played in my ears, I hadn’t realized I was shaking until Jameson looped his fingers into mine. Dark eyes scraping over my free breasts and down the length of my torso, the man looked every inch the predator he could be. And I’d never in my life felt safer. Never felt more wanted.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispered, voice low with a kind of promise I was dying to see him make good on. Broad, calloused palms coasted over my sides, slipping beneath my panties as mine returned the gesture. Fabric pooling at our feet, we both shifted back and forth to free ourselves from the garments. When his hands settled just below my breasts, he wrapped his fingers around them, coming to flick my nipples, lips twitching a beat before my head fell back, pussy pulsing with need. The man had saidthreefreaking words—THREE—and had every inch of my body and soul wound taught and ready for him to take anything he wanted.
“You have the most beautiful tits, baby. Do you know how crazy they drive me?”
“What?” I barked a laugh, glancing down at my itty bitty titties. Some women were curvy, and some were pear-shaped or athletic, or triangular. I’d been bestowed with the glorious, goddess-like curves of a Q-Tip. Nobody, not even desperate Brad Fisher, had complimented my pale, size A-minus boobs. Jameson lit a flame across my skin as he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, a groan teasing from the depth of his chest, destroying my composure like the conqueror he was. Arousal became a persistent attack against the confines of my veins.
When he straightened, Jameson tugged my fingers as he backed into the shower. Swallowing down my nerves, I followed, my hand trailing him until I could cup his thick erection, eyes sliding shut at the silky soft skin and firm promise of unspeakable pleasure. An involuntary shiver raked down my spine as hot water cascaded over my muscles, sluicing off the long brunette curls settling over his forehead. Steel-blue eyes smoldered down at me as that little dimple teased the stubbled flesh of his cheek.
Maintaining his vows to the Buddhist monks, Jameson wordlessly brought his hands up my sides, pulling me against him. The heady combination of his touch and the hot water pouring over my sides was enough to drive me to madness.
“Please,” I whispered, needing him to finally take the edge off this magma boiling me alive. “Please, Jameson.”
“Say it again.” His voice was a tight, desperate rasp, chest heavy as he studied me intently.
“Jameson–” I breathed, his name truncated as he claimed my mouth again, this time with the intensity of a starving man. With a huff, he pulled away just as abruptly, turning and soaping down in record time, pulling a laugh from my throat. I expected him to return, to come back and pick up where he’d left me. So, when he flicked his chin at me, confusion buried in my chest. Right up until that smirking bastard tugged me into him, and slowly, leisurely, ran his soapy hands over every inch of my chest and back as though he had all the time imaginable.
Heady pants filled the space between us and Jameson bowed our foreheads together again, whispering, “You deserve theworld, Noel McShane. Never forget that.”
TWENTY-FIVE
JAMESON
Noel—the sunspot—McShane didn’t want to go out for her birthday. With my ridiculous town going feral for fresh gossip, I couldn’t blame her. While normally I’d push the issue for her sake, she’d leisurely stripped down to her birthday suit before I’d even gotten out of bed for the day and slowly lowered that perfect pussy onto my morning wood, erasing all thoughts of protest. We spent the entire day taking turns between eating the endless rounds of takeout we ordered, ringing orgasms from our bodies with explosive, startling efficiency, playing cards, and watching movies on a loop. To my immense satisfaction, we spent the bulk of her birthday naked, save for when I had to slip into basketball shorts to answer the door when my siblings graciously delivered our meals. Sometimes, having a million of us had its benefits. Especially on an island that lacked the amenities of the twenty-first century.
The next day brought with it a necessary but unexpected stress: telling her family about us. While I watched her animatedly talking on a video chat, I pulled my phone free and shot a text off to Rhy, remembering what his morning entailed.
Jameson
How’s Brex?
Rhyett
Nervous, but excited.
Jameson
The appointment went well, then?
Rhyett
My bride has a very cute picture of what appears to be a black and white gummy bear glued to her hands.
Jameson
Lol good news, man. Thanks for the update.
Rhyett
Thanks for checking in. How’s Noel?
Jameson
