Chapter 28
twenty-eight
. . .
Jameson
I t takes longer than I expect to finish up the details of our agreement. Nicole is allowed to call whenever she likes to check on Rio. I'm not expecting many of those calls. She can visit, but only when it's at a neutral location, and I get to be there. I'm also not expecting too many of those visits. She didn't seem the least bit ashamed about so easily walking away from her daughter.
The sun has set, and a fog is rolling in from the horizon, dropping ghostly shadows around the shrubs and trees. The house is dark except for the inconsistent light of the television set. The music is off. Two plates of pizza crust and cans of soda are sitting on the coffee table. Rio is nestled in Indi's arms, and they're both stretched out on the couch.
I lift Indi's arm gently away from Rio. Indi wakes up and waits for me to pick Rio up from the couch. I carry her into her bedroom and tuck her dragon in next to her. Indi is sitting up and stretching her long arms above her head as I reach the living room.
"You next?" I ask.
She giggles and holds up her arms again. I lean down and sweep her into my arms. She rests her head against my shoulder. "I probably shouldn't stay all night," she says through a yawn.
"Rio won't mind. I'll head out to the couch later. In the meantime, I've got some major thank you stuff to catch up on."
She lifts her head. "You mean the double ice cream cone?"
"Something like that." We reach the bedroom, and I quietly shut the door. I dip my head for a kiss and push off her shorts before we come up for air. I step back, already so hard with wanting her, I ache with it. "Take off everything," I command.
She bites her lip teasingly as she reaches back to remove her bra. It falls to the ground.
"Hold out your arms and turn around. I want to see every inch of you, Jones. Every fucking inch."
She laughs shyly, a pink blush covering her skin. Her arms lift slowly, and she turns around.
"Perfection," I mutter. "Wasn't expecting anything less." I circle around and stand behind her. I lift her hair and kiss the back of her neck. Beneath my hands and mouth her body trembles. I draw my mouth along her soft skin, down her back and kneel behind her. I kiss her perfect ass and my tongue draws circles in every intimate corner. She giggles as I lightly bite her butt cheek. She gasps as I push to my feet and sweep her into my arms. I place her on the center of the bed and stare down at her naked body as I pull off my clothes. She bites her lip and reaches for my erection.
I take hold of her wrist, then the other. I lift them in one hand up over her head and hold them there, rendering her my captive as my mouth continues its exploration, this time of her breasts and the silky stretch of skin on the way to her pussy. She moans and drops open her thighs as I reach her pussy. I climb over her, still holding her hands above her head. She's staring up at me with those incredible green eyes.
"Never in a million years, darlin'. Never in a million fuckin' years—" I release her hands and press my mouth over hers. Her hand reaches down to my cock, and she wraps her long fingers around it.
"Please, Jameson, I need you."
They're words that seep right into my soul. I press myself between her thighs, and she lifts her hips and wraps her legs around me. I lean down on one elbow and watch her face, her parting lips, her heavy lids as I slide into her. I go slow and easy at first, with long, sweeping thrusts, then we're both at the edge, and I pump into her fast and furiously. She moves her body to meet each thrust, and seconds later, we are both lost in an orgasm.
I drop onto the bed next to her and she nestles against my chest. My arms circle her, and all I can think is I don't want to wake up from any of this. Things rarely go so right for me, and I'm scared as hell that this whole thing will fall apart. As hard as it was always wanting Indiana in my life and knowing it would never happen, it'll be that much harder losing her after having her in my life, in my arms, in my bed.
"Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Wilde?"
I shake my head. "Jones, my head is so scrambled with all this, I can't even pull a coherent thought out of it."
She lifts her head and peers up at me. "I don't mind it anymore," she says.
"What's that?"
She presses her face against me again. "I don't mind when you call me Jones."
"I know. That's why I call you it."