Riding Jamie (Montgomery Dreams #1)

Chapter Nineteen

OAKLEY

I wake up to Jamie’s tongue between my thighs.

His hand lays loosely over my mouth, muffling my moans as I shift into his touch. He looks up when I gasp out his name, a wicked grin on his wet lips.

“Morning, princess,” he says, shifting to crawl up my body. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait for breakfast.”

I laugh, pulling him into a kiss and groaning at the taste of myself on his tongue. He ruts his hips down against mine, grinding his cock in a slick slide against my cunt.

“You’re awful,” I tease. “Don’t make me wait, Jamie.”

He chuckles against my lips, but he doesn’t drag out my desperation. My breath hitches as soon as I feel the head of his cock start to slip inside, and I roll my hips up against his, groaning quietly at the feeling of him filling me. He always stretches me out so fucking perfect, and I shake beneath him as he slides the last inch in.

I find his lips in an effort to stop myself from begging for more. He’s still healing up, and I don’t want to push him, but I’ve been craving his touch the entire time I was in New York.

Sue me, I’m greedy for it now.

I arch against him, slowly starting my own rhythm beneath him as he drives in and out of my body. His good hand is on my breast, toying with my nipple in a way that’s making my mind go blank, and it only takes a few long, deep strokes to make me see stars. Pleasure washes over me, so perfect it almost hurts, and I cling to Jamie as I chase the wave of it. My nails dig into his back as I fall from the edge, my orgasm slamming into my me so hard it leaves me trembling.

He follows me over almost immediately, whispering my name against my lips as he pumps me full.

We lay together as we come down, clinging to each other and basking in the afterglow. I hum happily as I listen to the steady beat of his heart. Mine is almost perfectly in sync with his.

He pulls out when we both stop shaking, slumping down on top of me again with no grace.

“I need to go home,” I say with a laugh, pushing at his good shoulder. “I have to talk to my parents about school, and I promised Phoebe we’d get lunch.”

Jamie groans theatrically, but lets me hop out of bed so I can get dressed. I had the foresight to bring a change of clothes over last night, so I don’t have to go back home in dirty clothes.

“Want me to drive you?” Jamie offers.

I glance out the window at the blanket of snow on the ground with a laugh.

“Please,” I say.

He drags himself out of bed and gets dressed, too. His arm doesn’t seem to be bothering him as much, which soothes my mind.

We head downstairs, thankfully not running into his dad on the way out. The ride over to my house is quiet for the most part, the silence filled with idle chatter and exhausted yawns. He pulls into my driveway a few short minutes later, and I take a deep breath.

Time to face the music.

I lean over the center console to steal one last kiss before hopping out of Jamie’s truck.

“I’ll text you,” I promise. “Drive safe. I love you.”

“I love you, too, princess,” he says.

He pulls away as I climb up the porch steps. I knock the snow off my boots before unlocking the door and stepping inside.

“I’m home!” I call out.

I’m met with tense silence for a minute, but then my mom’s voice sounds from down the hall.

“We’re in the kitchen.”

I round the corner and head for the kitchen, smiling at the sight of my dad wolfing down a sandwich. He’s covered in half melted snow and dirt, and I’m sure he’ll be even filthier by the time dinner rolls around. My mom is washing dishes in the sink, her back to the room.

I share a nervous glance with my dad, biting back a grin at the thought that I feel like a teenager missing curfew again.

“Can we talk, Mama?” I ask, taking a seat next to my dad.

She slings the rag over her shoulder with a sigh and joins us at the table. My dad looks a bit like a deer in the headlights, and I have to stop myself from laughing as he slowly sets his sandwich down and tries to look serious.

“Is this about school?” my mom asks.

I nod hesitantly, more than a little scared to meet her eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” I knew I was going to stay home as soon as I made the decision to come back, I just wasn’t ready to admit it out loud yet. “I know it’s important to you that none of us waste the opportunities we get, but I’m just not cut out for New York. I belong here, with all of you.”

A long sigh falls from her lips, and I can hear both the frustration and acceptance in the sound. She glances over to my dad, who is trying to hide his excitement at the prospect of me coming back home and doing a pretty shit job.

“You know I never wanted you to go so far from home,” he says, failing to keep a grin off his face. “I’ve got no complaints about you coming back home, Oakley. I just want you to be sure that you’re coming back home for the right reasons.”

I grimace, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Part of me hoped that he would leave the whole thing with Jamie alone, but I should have known that was too much to ask.

“I’m coming back because I want to.”

“As long as it makes you happy, I want you here, kiddo,” he says. “I just want to know that you’re coming back for yourself, and not for some boy things will never work out with.”

The words cut deep, and my mouth drops open in shock and hurt. I know my dad doesn’t approve of Jamie, but hearing it so bluntly makes acid curdle in my stomach. Does he have so little faith in my decisions? What kind of life will Jamie and I be able to build together if this is how he’s going to be forever?

“Don’t talk about Jamie like that!” I swallow harshly, forcing myself to calm down. “This isn’t about him.”

My dad’s frown deepens, but my mom thankfully steps in.

“She’s right, David. This isn’t about the Walker boy,” she says firmly. “Oakley, if you want to come back home, I’ll support your decision. I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to.”

My frustration takes second place to a swell of guilt. I know how hard my mom worked for us to have everything we could ever want, and I don’t want to let her down.

“You won’t be disappointed in me?” I ask, my voice small.

She smiles warmly at me, standing and walking around the table to wrap me up in a soft hug.

“Honey, I’m so proud of everything you do,” she says. “I’m glad that you tried something new, even if it didn’t work out the way you planned.”

Hearing her say that takes the weight of the world off my shoulders, and I let out a shuddering breath as I wrap my arms around her waist. We stay there as I fight off grateful tears. When she pulls back, I see genuine happiness on her face, and it cements my decision. I’m doing the right thing.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “I promise I’ll work hard, and I’ll talk to Uncle Ricky about starting a branch out here once I graduate.”

My mom ruffles my hair, grinning, as my dad tucks back into his sandwich.

“Let’s start with filling out an application before we talk about graduation,” she chides me, laughing.

“I’m actually going to meet Phoebe for lunch and then head back to her place so I can put my application in before the deadline for next semester.” I stand, pressing a kiss to my mom’s cheek and then to my dad’s before heading for the door. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner?”

“Be home by six!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I promise as I grab my bag and keys from the hook by the door.

My mood is light as I hop into Bo’s truck, and I roll the windows down for the drive into town. The air is crisp with the cool of winter. I sing along to my favorite songs from high school, enjoying the comfort of being back home again.

The streets are pretty quiet, but it’s the middle of the day, so that’s to be expected. I pull into a parking spot on the street about half a block away from the diner, planning to get some fresh air and enjoy the scenery.

Almost as soon as I step onto the sidewalk, Shane pops around a corner. His face splits into a wide smile, and he pulls me into a quick hug.

“Oakley! I just texted you asking to meet up, what a coincidence,” he says, laughing as he releases me from the hug.

“Oh, sorry, my ringer isn’t on,” I say. “I’m actually on the way to meet my best friend for lunch, but let’s hang out another time?”

Shane waves my words off with one hand as he reaches into his backpack with the other, rotting around.

“I won’t take your time up, promise, but I wanted you to have these.” He pulls out a stack of papers, handing them over to me. “My aunt Tammy is a lawyer, she deals with blackmail and fraud. I told her I had dinner with you and your parents and your boyfriend, and she was upset to hear you were still with Jamie.”

I stare at Shane wordlessly, so confused I don’t even know what to do. What does his aunt have to do with any of this? He presses the papers into my hand, smiling sympathetically.

“I thought he seemed like an alright guy, but I guess his dad and your dad have issues,” he continues. “Anyway, she pulled these up from when your dad was considering pressing a case against him, and it was worse than I expected. I just…I thought you should see it. I don’t want you getting wrapped up in anything dangerous.”

My brows cinch together in pure bewilderment, but I glance down at the papers. I know my dad and Jamie’s butt heads a lot, but neither of them have ever made it seem like there was serious bad blood between them. I’ve never heard anything about blackmail, or a criminal case being pressed. There are more pages than I expect, and I rifle through them awkwardly on the sidewalk.

My confusion mounts as I skim over them, anger bubbling in my gut. I may not understand everything, but what I do know is that it doesn’t fucking look good.

Does Jamie know about the kind of shit his dad gets up to?

Does he know about all of this?

“I—sorry, I have to go,” I choke out, disoriented and furious. “Thanks for this, Shane.”

He calls something out behind me as I turn tail and dash back toward the truck, but I’m too focused to pay any attention to what he says. I shoot Phoebe an apologetic text telling her that I have to bail, promising to explain everything later.

I need to get back to Jamie’s place and get some answers about all this, fucking now .