When I opened my eyes, he met me with a hard look. “I’m not done,” he said very seriously and brought his tongue to me again.
I was a babbling, incoherent mess by the time he finally got his fill. I thought I’d come at least three times, but I couldn’t be sure. He’d barely given me enough time to settle back down, and my highs blended into one long period of pure ecstasy that made my experience on Molly pale in comparison.
He fell on his back beside me on the bed, and I clambered up onto his lap. “Jamie, what the hell was that?” I panted. “You destroyed me.”
Finally, his intensity broke, and he gave me a satisfied grin. His hands landed on my hips, squeezing them affectionately. “Don’t worry, I’ll piece you back together.”
Blood thrummed inside my veins.That’s what you’ve been doing all along, I thought. Piecing me together. He just didn’t know how badly I’d been broken prior to him coming back into my life.
I slid farther down, moving until my mouth was in line with his dick. Then I looked up. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
He sat up on his elbows. “Are you sure?”
After that one experience with Oliver, I had developed an aversion to the act. I’d never let Jack do it, and when Jamie asked me if he could when we first started hooking up, I’d said no to him as well. He had been utterly respectful of that boundary and never given a hint of any disappointment, but now, something inside of me wanted to give it another try.
I nodded and lowered down on him, letting my teeth lightly graze along the underside of his cock. He let out a low moan. “Have I ever told you how fucking gorgeous you look with your mouth wrapped around my cock?”
A shiver ran through me, and I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. He was watching me through half-lidded eyes with a mesmerized expression, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. At times, I’d notice him looking at me that way when we were doing nothing in particular, and he’d turn away, something in him shying away at being caught.
My lips curled into a smile around him, and I sped up, fisting the base of his dick with my right hand, working deeper and throatier grunts out of him.
“Fuck, Ivy. I’m close,” he said brokenly, and I sped up my efforts. I knew I had power over him, but I’d never felt it as acutely as I did the moment he sucked in a harsh breath and came inside my mouth.
He threw his forearm over his face, burying the fingers of his other hand inside my hair while I licked him clean. “I think I just saw God. It’s a woman, and she looks like you.”
I laughed, dropping my forehead to rest against his hip bone. “You’re ridiculous.”
He sat up, his chest still rising with rapid breaths, hooked his hands under my arms, and pulled me to his side. When I was safely tucked in beside him, he let out a sigh and pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love being ridiculous with you.”
* * *
I awoketo the sound of running water. Jamie must be taking a shower. I rolled over to his side of the bed to find it was still warm.
Morning light was streaming into the room through the half-drawn blinds, and I folded my arm under my head, looking at the flowers growing in the backyard. I’d helped him plant some of them a few days ago, despite not knowing the first thing about gardening. When I told him I’d killed every plant I’d ever owned, he burst out laughing.“So much for living up to your name,”he’d said. I smiled at the memory, shaking my head.
Jamie’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I sat up, glancing over at the screen on instinct. Fox’s name glowed on it, and unable to control myself, I lifted the phone to my face.
“Ruin. The. Bastard. Good luck. Message me as soon as you have the verdict.”
I frowned. Was that message referring to Oliver?
A prickle of fear spread through my chest. What were they planning on doing to him? My willful ignorance suddenly didn’t seem like such a good idea, not when all I had were a million questions and zero answers.
The shower shut off, and I dropped the phone back in its place. A minute later, Jamie emerged with only a towel wrapped around his hips. He smiled when he saw me up. “Morning, angel.”
“Good morning.” My throat felt tight.
“I have to leave in about fifteen, but stick around for however long you need,” he said, coming over to give me a peck on the lips.
“Okay,” I said in a flat tone that made his brows pinch together.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling away.
“What’s happening today with you and Oliver?” The question was difficult to get out.
Jamie’s expression grew tense. “I thought the rule was that we don’t talk about him.”
I pulled the blanket closer to my chest. “What if I’m ready to change the rules?”
