“What do you need, Evie? Tell me, baby,” he almost pleads, desperate to hear my answer.
I don’t make him wait, the truth falling from my lips. “I only need what you can give me, Jameson.” I can sense this pleases him. The upturn of his smile tells me so against my bare skin. “I need your fingers,” I continue as his fingers thrust in faster, and I feel my climax approaching. “I need your mouth.” I whimper as he sucks hard on my neck, undoubtedly leaving evidence of his claiming my body. “I need you to make me come.”
He curls his finger upward as he hits the exact spot I need to make me see stars as I come undone from his ministrations.
“Oh, God.” I take a few breaths to regulate my racing heart. He removes his fingers, and I see evidence of my climax on his wet fingers as he takes a fingertip and traces my lips with it.
I lick my lips, tasting myself on them, and his eyes flare with pure, unadulterated lust, as he watches the motion. “I need…” I hesitate, wondering if it is wise to reveal so much vulnerability because that would give up any bargaining chips.
He would know my true feelings, bearing it all to him.
Instead, I throw caution to the wind and, for once in my life, decide to relinquish the control I so desperately crave and need. I choose to rip myself open at the seams for the possibility of what we could be.
“I need your heart.”
His eyes meet mine, and the surprise that registers is quickly replaced by a fierce determination.
He smiles widely and then kisses me so deeply that I feel it all the way down to my toes, and I know that, somehow, we are going to be alright.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and onto the bed. For once in my life, I put my body and soul into someone else's control. As we lay there wrapped in each other's arms, I can feel the weight lift from my shoulders. The regret that I live with, the same that Emma lives with, feels lighter as I release the burden I have always carried. The lies between everyone is a cross that no one should bear. And for once in my life, I feel free.
Jameson grabs my hand in his as we lie in bed. Our legs draped over one another as our bodies mold together. I close my eyes, drifting off to the sound of his steady breathing, and I realize that this is our new beginning.
Chapter Nineteen
JAMESON
“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour
Mateo and I decide to bring back some breakfast for our family. Eli and Philip left this morning with nothing but a cup of coffee to join Gus—Eduardo’s primary personal security detail and long-time trusted friend. I mean the entire group that had gathered around the island, our found family, have returned to ensure everything is running smoothly at the clubs while we strategically plan our next move. We are still waiting for Mr. Martinez’s response to our blatant attempt at retaliation and expect him to bring hell to our doorstep, but his fury has yet to make an appearance and come our way.
Mateo pushes the seat back in my vehicle to accommodate his large frame as I start the car. I connect my Carplay, and one of my favorite songs starts playing. I hit the air conditioning button several times to full arctic blast mode to combat this Texan heat in a city that just seems to bake on the concrete slab it resides upon. I saw Theo cook an egg on the hood of his car once in high school, proving it could be done. Unfortunately, it also took away some of the paint.
I smile. Lesson earned.
Mateo glances over at me, seeing me lost in my thoughts about my idiot friends, as he turns up the dial and starts bobbing his head to the music.
Well, look at that, bro has good taste in music.
I look over at him and witness my girlfriend’s brother. He shakes his head, singing and playing air drums. “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”Taken from the “Day of Infamy”speech is one of my favorites, and apparently Mateo is fond of it too, especially in this particular rock song.
I slow down as I approach the local taqueria and ease up on the gas as I pull into their drive-thru entrance. There is a long line, but things progress quickly, and I lean back so Mateo can lean over toward my window and order when it is our turn. He has the list, and he knows what he wants, too.
I pull up when our turn comes and scrunch up my nose at his order. “What the hell is nopalitos?” There’s another car in front of us receiving their order, and he looks at me and laughs.
“Cactus,” he replies cooly.
I pretend to gag, now knowing what it is. “Why the fuck would you eat that? Great fiber?” I’m now trying any excuse to guess at why he chose that out of everything they have on the menu.
“Well, I like it for one, and it is better than what your girlfriend ordered,” he counters.
I gulp dramatically. Curiosity winning, I take the bait. “Okay, enlighten me. What did she order?”
He looks me up and down, trying to decide if he wants to tell me. He smirks evilly at me and then replies, “Tacos de lengua.”
I shrug. “I have no idea what that is. It sounds good, though.” I counter.
Mateo nods, agreeing with me. “Yes, delicious, if you like beef tongue.”
