Her eyes widened, but I don’t think it was from panic but rather from pleasure. She didn’t tap my wrist, just held it as I hooked her leg over my shoulder and thrust my tongue into her, working her swollen clit with my thumb as I did.
I tasted my arousal with hers, my damn seed on her walls, and my cock hardened all over again.
I lapped and licked at her center, humming out my approval so it could vibrate through her before I rose up to hover over her. Her breathing was shallow, and her lips parted just a sliver. “Open wider, baby.”
She listened with her legs and her mouth, and I slid back into her slowly, inch by inch, as I spit down into her mouth, watching our mixture fall in. I pinched her clit and pulled out to ram into her this time as I let her breathe, swallow, and taste us.
I memorized her: how her eyes dilated, how the blush crept to her face, and how her pussy felt on my cock.
Mia
IGASPED FOR OXYGEN, for life, for relief, but searing, knee-buckling, soul-shattering ecstasy flew through my veins instead. Tears filled my eyes as I cried out, and Jameson let more swears fly as he pinched my clit and pushed me over the edge again.
I convulsed around him, my body putting its last bit of energy into trying to keep him in me. Instead, he scooped me up and carried me to my room. “Shhh, now, darling Mia. I’ve got you.”
I turned into him. “I feel too much for you, Jameson. Way too much.”
“And still I want you to feel more.”
I fell into the blue of his eyes, into the emotion that was there, where I felt safe now. Where I felt like I could belong and be whole. “I feel everything already.” I didn’t say I loved him aloud, but I knew I did.
“I know, baby. I know. I got you. You’re mine now. Only mine.” He didn’t say he loved me either, but I wanted to believe that’s what he meant.
And when he laid me down and tucked the blankets around me, he hovered over me, one hand on each side of my face on the pillow. “I didn’t touch Val tonight, Mia. But she was hereonly because I found out she betrayed me almost as badly as Lex.”
His voice held pain, and I didn’t know how to react. The woman had been close to him. My words were measured as I asked, “What do you mean?”
“She put her jealousy before Fran and ran to Trent to tell him about you women here the other night.”
“No,” I whispered.
“It may have been unintentional like she claims, but I don’t care. She jeopardized your safety and the other women. And it’s shown me once again that she could jeopardize Franny’s. I had her taken away.” There was pain in his voice, and I understood it. He wanted his daughter protected at all costs and felt like he’d been betrayed time and time again. “Just promise me you’ll always put Franny first. Even before me.” His words held weight and foreboding, but I didn’t care.
I knew what I’d do for Franny always. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He shook his head as if he were working through some sort of turmoil. “I’m telling you now. We should stop this. If you fall for me and something happens to you … This isn’t the life for you. Don’t fall for me, Mia.”
My heart stuttered at his words. I rejected them immediately, but I didn’t say it out loud. Instead, I just told him, “Probably not something you should worry about, Jameson.” My fingers ghosted over his chest and his heart. “I do what I want, when I want, when I’m ready. Got it?”
He kissed me then, softly, slowly, caringly. And then he sank into bed next to me to kiss my shoulders, my hair, my cheeks, and my neck before he tucked me up against him so he could hold me through the night. I didn’t ask him any more questions because I didn’t need to know any of them right then.
Maybe I was lost in my love for him or blinded by it.
For five more days, we acted like things hadn’t changed.
He took us to the country club and invited me to meals that I ate with Franny and him. His mother even came to one, but she mostly made small talk with me while Jameson sat quietly. He worked all other parts of the day, men filtering in and out of his office. Some were dragged to the basement, and they never seemed to come out.
Rosy and Archer told me that Val’s betrayal ran deep and that they didn’t want to talk about it either. Jameson didn’t accompany me to the range for shooting, so Archer went with me instead.
We acted like nothing had changed. Although it had.
He was quieter. Lost in his thoughts.
I was too.
I’d fallen in love with him, and I was scared he knew it, scared he couldn’t fall back in love with me.
Another woman had betrayed him, and I think it proved to him that I couldn’t be trusted no matter how much he wanted to believe that I could be. He slept with me, but his guard was up. I felt him building walls and growing his distance even as he smiled with me and Franny throughout the day.
