He stopped and shifted back, and I grumbled as his body heat left mine. “Don’t. Don’t ask me to do things you won’t ever do. Please, never do that.” He sounded so upset that I grasped his chin in my hand, tipped his head back even though he fought me a bit, and kissed him hard.
“Don’t call me a liar. I may be a lot of things, but not that.”
12
Hunter
Jamie was obviously trying to kiss me better, but I couldn’t stand it. Being strung along was one of the things that had always pissed me off because it hurt the most. People who promised something nice but never delivered were the worst.
“I’m serious about taking ya along. I swear,” he whispered.
“Really?” Deep inside a horrible jumpy feeling I couldn’t control settled some. “You mean it?”
He turned and reached for his pants on the floor. When he sat back up on the bed, the blankets fell around his waist, and I found myself staring like an idiot at his torso. The light dusting of dark curls between his pecs and the smattering across the top of the mounds of muscles made my mouth water. I wanted to lick the hair, which was weird, but I ached to feel the springy texture under my tongue. Wanted to taste him so bad. Then I wanted to suck his nipples and jerk him off just to touch his cock. I wanted to do everything with him.
He opened his phone and clicked around, and I lay there, watching him because I loved to see his muscles flex as he moved. I was used to waiting for people to tell me things, so as curious as I was, I studied him and tried to be patient. He turned the phone toward me, and I sat up to squint at it.
“Do ya wear glasses?”
“No,” I said quickly, though I’d been told once by a teacher that maybe I should.
He hummed, and I finally leaned close enough to work out he was on a site for an airline. “Tickets? You bought tickets for us to go to Ireland? You paid for them already?” My heart pounded and I swallowed around a lump in my throat.
“Yeah. I know it’s a coupla months out, but it’s always good to go after the holidays and not get caught up in all that nonsense. It’s not the prettiest time of the year, but it’s not terrible, either.” He tapped a finger to my cheek. “I’ll take ya back during the summer and do all the tourist shite round the country.”
“You just… bought tickets to take me to Ireland? Right now?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Well, it’s not all fun. I’ll want my ma to meet ya, of course. Mind ya, she’ll tell us we’re going to hell, but she’ll love ya, too. Don’t worry none about that. I have sisters enough that she won’t carry on too much. My oldest sister got married last summer. It’s just the way she is. Old-fashioned, sort of, but not. She has trouble reconciling things.” He lazily shrugged and poked at his phone for another second. “Yeah. We’ll have to get ya set up to go—”
I tackled him flat on the bed, and he laughed. His phone went flying onto the floor again and neither of us went after it. We shared a closed-mouth kiss for a few seconds, but then his tongue poked at my lips, and I opened up for him. He groaned and rolled us toward the center of the bed, and I was surprised when I found myself underneath him, but I liked it. I tangled my fingers in the curls at the back of his head and held onto him. His weight and hard muscles pressed against every inch of me, and he rubbed his cock against mine. I loved the way he rolled his hips, and a good tension twisted tight in my groin. I wanted more.
Jamie moved from my mouth to kiss along my jaw and then lick up my neck, and I arched against him, shivering. He chuckled, a dark sound, and sucked hard at a spot. I caressed my hands over the soft skin of his sides to his lower back and held on tight, nudging my groin harder against his.
“Lube?” Jamie mumbled against my skin, and I shivered as his breath cooled the spot he’d been sucking on.
“No,” I murmured.
“No?” He leaned up onto his knees to tilt his head, like I’d done something weird. “Ya don’t want to use it? I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that, since ya haven’t before, but maybe after—”
“Not that.” Fuck, no lube? Did people really do that? “I don’t… I don’t have any,” I whispered. “I’ve never had anyone here, and I don’t use it to, uh….” My cheeks popped hot, and he groaned, but the doomed sound trailed off into a laugh.
“Ya devil. You’re my wee devil, all mine. How about that? Damn it, that’s… that’s something, Hunter. You’ve no idea.” He kissed me, and happiness swooped through my stomach because his smile was so bright.
“Hold on.” He groped over the side of the bed, and I tried to drag him on top of me again because I missed the feel of his body on mine, but he shushed me. “Phone.” He snagged it off the floor again and was fast to message someone.
“What are you doing?”
He winked at me. “Sending Corbin to the store. He’ll like that. He lives and breathes to serve, does that one.” Jamie chuckled in an amused way that had my face boiling with embarrassment. He pushed something on his phone screen with a flourish and it buzzed angrily in his hand only a few seconds later, but he stuck his tongue out at it as if Corbin could see him.
“No, don’t do that.”
“I’m going to get into your tight arse tonight,” he said and tossed his phone into the center of the bed, eyes sparkling. “And I don’t want to hurt ya. It’s fine.”
“So… do we just wait for him to get back from the store? I’m so hard,” I whispered and covered my face with my hands.
“Oh aye, we wait. But we don’t have to sit here and twiddle our thumbs.” He dragged my palms away from my eyes and waggled his eyebrows. I tried to help as he tugged the blankets off me, and then my boxers, but I fumbled and was awkward more than anything. “Hold your legs up.”
It was humiliating to pull my legs to my chest and expose my asshole to him, but the way he looked at me when I had my hands around my ankles, holding myself still, made it worth it.
