He looks at me, amused. “Well, why don’t you open it, and you’ll find out?”
I look at him, assessing, until my curiosity wins out. I step away from his embrace, turn to look at him, and open the box.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say. They are beautiful.” I hold a box open that contains a set of two large emerald hearts. I pick them up, noticing they are a little heavier than I expected. “They are beautiful, Jameson.”
“I agree,” he says, “and practical, too.”
I look at him curiously, wondering where he is going with this. “Well,” I say, thinking about it, “I do wear a lot of green, and they do go very well with my eyes, making them very matchy-matchy.” He chuckles at my comment. “You don’t think so?” I raise an eyebrow at him in question. I take the earrings out of the velvet holder and put them on. “They are also screw backs, so they won’t come off.” I list all of the valid points as to why they are such a perfect present.
“Sure, I do think about all those things. I also think that they will let us know where you are at all times and let us hear you if we need to.” He waves his tracking app on his phone before stuffing it into his pocket.
I laugh aloud. “Of course there is.” I shake my head as I tighten the last earring, securing it in place.
He looks delighted with himself as he rocks on his heels and back to the balls of his feet in one fluid motion. His hands are in his pant pockets, and he looks absolutely delicious. I lick my lips and he seems to understand the look of hunger in my eyes as he approaches me slowly, calculating his next move.
“One’s a speaker.” He touches one of my earrings. “The other is a tracker with an SOS feature, much like Emma’s bracelet Eduardo had me make for her.”
My hand drops from his gift. “Practical and beautiful,” I whisper.
His body is flush with mine, and I breathe in his masculine, earthy scent. It envelops me, and I want to remember it, to bottle it up and take it with me. I want to commit it to memory, so that I can take it with me and cherish it when I am alone and in my bedroom without him, waiting on someone else to determine my future for the last time. I don’t voice the thought that I may never see him again because I have to believe in our blended family and know that they will do everything in their power to see him through to the end.
“I agree. So beautiful.” His words tickle my ear as he sucks and tugs on my earlobe, sending a tug at my core. I moan and tilt my head, giving him better access. He licks down my neck and places kisses all over my face, until he plants a soft kiss on my lips. He hovers over my mouth, until he brings me in close, parting my open lips farther with his tongue. My body is pulled into his, and I can feel the rigid outline of his cock.
He leads me backward to my bed until my legs hit the edge of the mattress. He pushes me back and takes off each of my shoes, and then my pants and panties in one go. He undoes his belt, letting his pants pool around his ankles as he steps out of them.
“Take off your shirt.” His voice is desperate. Pleading. “We don’t have much time until everyone gets here.”
It’s like having cold water thrown on my face to wake me from my lust-filled gaze. He watches me as he pulls his shirt over his head and then grabs my shirt, ripping the thin, lacy material. It smarts against my skin, and I look up at him, ready to say something, but he doesn’t let me.
He pushes his cock into my mouth as my teeth scrape lightly along his velvet skin. He is trying to get me out of my own head, and it’s working. He always knows to give me what I need, and right now, I need his cock choking me, filling me.
He crouches over me, holding my head up as he fucks my face. I hold onto his ass, and my fingernails in their usual pointed shape dig into his cheeks as he pauses, holding himself to me. He hisses and removes his cock as dribbles of saliva trail down my chin. He drops down to my legs and plunges his tongue into my entrance. My legs spread wide, giving him full access to my pussy.
Jameson licks around my entrance as he lashes out at my clit and sucks hard. My back bows off the bed. I open my eyes, seeing him watch me from below. He places kisses to each side of my leg, wiping his mouth on my inner thigh. He brings himselfup and hovers over me, aligning himself with my entrance. He drives in one thrust, and I cry out. He fucks me mercilessly, as if this is the last time.
We are loud and wild. I grab his hair and tug him to me. He kisses me hard and grabs upward, using the wrought iron to pull him into me more forcefully. I’ve never been fucked harder, and when he hits that spot deep inside of me, twisting his hips, I cry out.
“Fuck me, Jameson, that’s it. Right there. Keep—Oh God, keep going. Oh…” My mind stops working, and my body shakes, convulsing with an orgasm so strong, I spasm, turning rigid under him, and he fucks me through it until I open my eyes and see him again.
He kisses me lightly, so different from the man who owned me and possessed every ounce of my body a moment ago. “I love you, Evie. Come back to me.”
Something wet hits my cheek, and I see this man crying for me. It is almost my undoing as I shed tears that I haven’t in so long, when I vowed never to be weak. To never show my emotions. He drops down onto me, covering me in his full weight.
“I promise,” is all I can say because I will do everything I can to come back to this man. To come back to my family and have the life I deserve and the happiness I have now in Jameson’s arms.
He doesn’t just own my body but my heart and soul, too.
Chapter Thirty-Two
JAMESON
“Zombie” by Bad Wolves
“Ibetter take a shower.”
She gets up and walks to her dresser, retrieving a pair of panties and bra set. I take them and toss them onto the bed where her suitcase lies open, waiting to be packed. I tug her back into me. My hand splays over her flat abdomen, and I trail my fingers down to her slick, wet folds. I gather up our cum dripping down her legs, pushing it back up into her. She is sticky, and the thought of her filled with me, with us mixed in our sexual act, has me already hard.
“Leave it. If you must leave me, take a piece of us with you.” I breathe out slowly and drop my head onto her shoulder. She tilts her head to look back at me, but I can’t meet her eyes. I am in a bad way at having the best thing that has happened to me leave and walk straight into danger. To be sold off to the highest bidder.
