Chapter Fourteen
OAKLEY
The hesitance in his eyes shifts to something closer to hope, and it’s the most relieving thing I’ve ever seen. His hand moves to cover mine, and I shake as I twine our fingers together, too scared to blink in fear that this will all disappear.
“I fucked up worse,” he says raggedly. “I should have told you about the circuit as soon as I decided. I was scared about how you’d react, but I only wanted to go because I wanted to be able to support you. I’ve only ever wanted to build a life with you, Oakley.”
It’s probably not the most appropriate response, but all I can manage to do is laugh. It’s weak and watery, and I’m pretty sure I look a complete mess. He’s not any better, though he’s a bit more restrained about the tears slipping from his eyes.
“You’re shivering,” he says, rubbing his hand up my arm.
“It’s cold out,” I tell him, laughing softly.
It all feels so simple, so right, that it almost breaks my heart.
“Come here, baby,” he says.
There’s not a single part of me that wants to argue, every last bit of my brain desperate to be pressed up against him again. He’s always been the only person who can calm me down with a single hug, and all I can think about is feeling taken care of like that again.
“My jeans got wet from the snow,” I say, but it’s not a way of saying no.
They’re just words, just something to fill the silence as I strip my jeans down my legs because I’m scared if I let the quiet stretch on too long that it’ll shatter this whole illusion of everything being okay.
And then I’m sliding beneath the covers, my legs tangling with his, and everything is still alright. The only sound in the room is our breathing and the shift of the sheets, and Jamie’s skin is so warm against mine, and it finally feels like I’m home. He holds the sheets up so I can curl around him, careful to avoid the bruising on his left leg. Jamie has never been known for his patience, and he only gives me a few moments of trying to arrange myself carefully around him before he wraps his good arm beneath my waist and hauls me closer.
I gasp, my hand landing on his stomach, and he grins down at me smugly as he lets the blankets fall over our hips.
“You need to be careful,” I scold him.
“I’m not made of glass, sweetheart,” he argues.
And, yeah, I can very much feel that in the way his sculpted muscles shift under my hand and my leg, but now is not the time for me to get distracted by thoughts of the last time we were in a bed together.
“You’re injured, Jamie,” I say, trying for stern and falling flat.
He leans down, his lips barely an inch from mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. His hand is broad and warm at the base of my spine, and his eyes are heated and possessive.
“I’d break every bone in my body if it means I can hold you like this again.”
I should tell him that he’s absolutely not allowed to do that, or something to that effect, but I just wind up kissing him instead. My hands find their way into his hair, and I tug harder than I mean to, moaning something that’s supposed to be an apology into his mouth. He still tastes exactly like I remember, sweet tea and spearmint gum, and I have to force myself to pull back before I lose myself completely.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper, leaning in again to kiss along the scruff of his beard and down his throat. “I love you, I love you so much.”
“God, Oakley,” he groans as I nip at his earlobe. “I love you, baby, please. I need you.”
I’m too worked up to say no to him until I see the way he tries to force back a wince as he rolls his hips up into my thigh. He’s already hard, and the thought of having him again after so long is making my thoughts fuzzy, but I pull back and shake my head in worry.
“You’re hurt,” I say.
It’s not a no, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows it. He drags me back down for another kiss, his tongue tangling with mine and forcing all hope for thought out of my mind.
“Don’t care,” he gasps between kisses. “Need you. Need to know you’re real, Oakley, please.”
I don’t know if there’s a single thing in the world that can break me as fast as Jamie begging can, but I’m helpless. I giggle indulgently against his mouth, nodding my agreement. He’s always taken such good care of me, loved me so much even when I didn’t feel like I deserved it, and I don’t think there’s been a second since I met him where I didn’t know he would always be it for me. I revel in the knowledge that it’s finally my turn to take care of him.
He deserves it.
“Ok,” I whisper. “Just lay back and let me do the work, honey.”
He grins wolfishly up at me, his hand on my hip guiding me to a comfortable position on top of him as soon as I manage to shuck my panties off. He’s only wearing his boxers, and I moan quietly against his lips as I feel the hard length of him press up against me.
“I’m going to go slow,” I tell him as I fumble at the hem of his boxers. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
He nods in easy agreement, his fingers gripping my hip tightly as I shove his boxers down just far enough to free his cock.
“Not going to last long,” he warns me.
Whatever I was going to say is lost on a moan as I feel his cock against me, bare and hot. I can’t think past my own need, and I settle myself over him, rising up just enough to take him in hand. He groans at the first touch of my palm, his hips jolting up instinctively. He hisses in pain at the sudden movement, and I lean down to distract him with a kiss as I line him up.
“Relax,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you for once.”
I’m already dripping by the time I get his cock angled properly, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the moan that tears from my throat as he slides into me. His breath comes out on a harsh sigh, and he bites his lip hard, eyes flashing with overwhelmed heat. I rock my hips slowly over him, working the length of him deeper, a slow, steady rhythm. He’s so gorgeous, even bruised up and restraining himself so much, and I let out a shocked little whimper when I finally reach the base of his cock.
It’s been so long, and he’s so thick inside of me. My mind goes blank for a long moment, everything narrowed down to the stretch of him.
“Fuck,” he rasps out.
He’s staring up at me, breathing shallowly, his fingers clenching over my hip.
“Are you ok?” I ask, equally as breathless.
He laughs, pulling me slowly down so he can kiss me, slow and lazy.
“Never better,” he chuckles. “I’m really not going to last long. You feel so fucking good.”
I grin against his mouth, lifting my hips and lowering them down in a slow roll. I stutter halfway through the movement when his cock rubs up against the spot inside of me that makes my whole body go liquid and hot.
“I’m not going to last either,” I assure him.
Something between a groan and a growl rumbles out of his throat, and he smiles adoringly up at me.
“Take what you need. Ride me, sweetheart,” he tells me. “Show me how much you missed me.”
I whimper against his lips at the instruction, helpless to do anything but obey. Neither of us last long after that, both of us desperate for more, clutching at each other as I grind down onto the length of him, gasping his name into his mouth. My movements aren’t as smooth and flawless as I’d like them to be, but he feels so good inside of me, and he looks like he’s in heaven beneath me, so I keep chasing my pleasure, racing toward the edge. Jamie spurs me on, whispering filth and adoration in equal parts against my lips, his good hand helping keep me steady.
“Oak—fuck, so close,” he gasps out.
All I can do is nod, moments away from my own climax.
“C’mon,” I gasp out.
He squeezes his fingers down on my ass, and my hips stutter as I feel the crash of my own orgasm overtaking me. My whole body tenses up on top of him, and I just barely manage to keep myself from crashing down onto his chest when he grits out a moan of my name.
All my strength leaves me the second my climax fades, and I slump over onto my side, panting into his shoulder as I allow him to pull me in closer.
“Missed you,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.
I hum happily, exhaustion taking hold of me now that I’ve done what I set out to do. I’ve been strung tight with nerves the whole time I’ve been in New York, and now that I’m home, in Jamie’s arms, back where I belong again, I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open. I don’t need to worry about staying awake, though. I can relax and not worry about anything, even if it’s just for a little bit.
I’ve got Jamie to take care of me.