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“You feel like a beer?”
“I thought we were heading back to your place?”
“After all your hard work today—not to mention putting all this together—I think you earned yourself another beer.”
When I turn back from pulling the last set of blinds closed, I see her standing in the doorway to the back area of the shop.
Naked.
With a cold beer in her hand.
Raising an eyebrow, I stare at every inch of her perfect, naked body. She’s soft and curvy everywhere, and I can’t get enough of how she looks and how she feels. “I know you don’t miss me because I’ve been here all day. But you better be dripping wet for me. Are you, Lemon? Is that pussy already dripping wet for me?”
She nods and holds out the beer in front of her.
“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.”
Crossing the store to her at a jog, I take the bottle from her hand and feel the condensation drip down over my fingers. Lifting the bottle up to my lips, I almost take a sip and then have a better idea.
“Spread those thick thighs for me, Lemon.”
She steps toward me and slowly uncrosses her legs, spreading her thick thighs wide for me. Like always, I’m amazed that she actually does the things I tell her to when I fuck her. How the hell did I get this lucky?
Reaching my arm out, I press the side of the cold, wet bottle against her right nipple and drag it back and forth a few times. The bud of her nipple is tight and hard, and her skin is covered in goosebumps. Then I slide the bottom edge of the bottle down her stomach. Pressing my hand between her legs, I drag the top of the bottle through her slit all the way from her entrance to her clit. When I pull it out, the top is wet, and it’s not condensation. I bring the bottle to my lips and taste Lily mixed in with the lager.
“I’m all sweaty. I’ve been working hard all day. You don’t want to go home and let me fuck you in the shower instead?”
She shakes her head. “I want that, too. But first I want you to fuck me, right here, right now, kid.”
“You’re my dirty girl, Lemon. Such a good dirty girl. And I’m always going to give my girl what she wants.”
Taking her hand, I tug her over to the counter. I set my beer down, and I press my hands under her ass to pick her up.
“It’s about time we christen this place. I’ve only thought about fucking you here every single day for months.”
Her breath catches. “I need you, Jameson. I need you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m going to, babe. But I’m thirsty. So first I’m going to lick this pretty, wet pussy until you fill my mouth with your sweet pussy juices and let me drink them up. Then I’m going to fuck you exactly how you need.”
chapter twenty-nine
lily
Strolling up and down the aisles of Western Springs’ one grocery store, I’m thinking about what to pick up for Jameson to cook for us for dinner tonight. I don’t remember the last night I actually had to fend for myself and cobble together something to eat. I’m getting too used to a delicious home-cooked meal every night. But I really, really like how I spend my nights these days. Even if I know it’s temporary. Even if I feel really guilty for sneaking around and having sex all the time with Jacks’ little brother.
After picking out enough groceries to last us over the weekend, I pay and head back toward my truck on the next block. And then I see my friend Drea across the street. And I feel like a complete asshole.
I’ve been avoiding Drea and our girlfriends. And Gunnar. I spend all my time with Jameson. And when I’m with Jameson, I can’t be around anyone else. And I want to be with Jameson as much as possible for as long as we’re doing this.
“Lily? Lily! Where have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you in ages! Oh my god, are you trying to hide from me right now? I can see you!” Drea calls out as I try to scuttle down Grove Street away from her.
“Shit. No. Yes. Maybe,” I shout back as she jaywalks across the street to meet me. “I’m so sorry. I’ve just been so busy with the shop. On top of my usual work, life, all the things. And I feel guilty for dropping off the face of the earth. Don’t hate me!” I mutter, feeling like a horrible person.
“It’s okay. Life happens. But stop hiding from me already! And never run from me again. Girl, you are not stealthy enough to evade anyone in this town. That was just pathetic. What are you doing tonight?”
What am I doing tonight?
Eating the beautiful dinner Jameson makes me and then having sex until we’re so exhausted that we fall asleep in a jumble of sweaty limbs? I hope. But I definitely can’t say any of that. No one can know about Jameson.
