30. Jamison
I went as fast as I could without jostling Gisele too much, but I was in a hurry to get her out of the cold wind and set her straight about Sherry, amongst other things.
Making my way up the front steps that lead to the front door, I had to admit I was concerned with how quiet Gisele was being draped over my shoulder.
Hearing the crap, she said about being cheated on, and the douchebag brought me down to earth enough to curb my irritation that my woman doubted just how much I loved her. I understood where she was coming from, but she really had to stop tarring me with the same brush. Seeing the messages on my phone must have been triggering but all she had to do was listen, then none of her breakdown would have occurred.
Acutely aware I still had to walk Miracle to school, rather still wanted to, I hurried inside and decided to boycott heading for the bedroom knowing if I did, I would have Gisele naked within seconds, fucking proof into her that she was my only one and the only woman to hold my heart.
Diverting instead to the sunroom at the back of the house, where there was a comfy love seat perfectly designed so Gisele would have to sit on my lap.
“Jamison!” Gisele finally spoke up, and very lucky for her she used my full name otherwise she might get a red arse after all.
“Good girl,” I sighed relieved that at least that was back to normal. Sliding her off my shoulder as I sat down, I hugged her tight to me as I settled her on my lap, her legs on either side of me, my hands clasped tight at the small of her back. I silently demanded eye contact and my beautiful Gisele complied.
“Now that we are away from the madness at the shop, can we please focus on us and only us?” I asked but it wasn’t a question that needed any other answer but yes.
“Is there an us?” Gisele questioned sassily, but sass or not I did not like those words coming out of her mouth. She might want to make me pay for the messages but taunting me was not the way to go.
“Gisele don’t say shit like that. Or shit like asking me to leave, I don’t care if it was in the heat of the moment. Don’t okay.” My heart literally thumped in my chest, the ache was intolerable at the mere thought, even if it was only hypothetical.
Pushing my face into her soft throat, I took a deep hit of her perfect natural scent.
“Please don’t say that ever again,” I pleaded pressing my lips to her pulse, trying desperately to rein in my need for her.
“Who is she Jamison and why is she messaging you? It’s not like we are brand new, surely the other people at the station know about us?”
“Everyone who is important in my life know about us baby. You’re not some dirty secret, and she doesn’t know because she doesn’t work at the station. She is a public defender who I met at court years ago. We didn’t have any kind of relationship other than occasional sex and I do mean occasional,” I repeated when she looked at me with hurt eyes. Granted the explanation wasn’t the nicest but I called a shovel a shovel. We hardly ever kissed when we did get together, we weren’t that important to each other.
“How long ago was the last time?”
“A year ago, at least, she ended up getting involved with a co-worker and we simply stopped texting. I guess they broke up going by her messages.” I shrugged not really caring one way or the other.
“Truly baby, I don’t give a shit about her, and quite frankly I forgot I still had her number in my phone.”
Biting her bottom lip, Gisele contemplated what I said while I mentally ordered my dick to behave himself. Everything she did was innocently sexy; she had no idea that she had me by the balls.
I loved that about her.
Looking down at the huge sapphire I slid onto her finger in a shower stall proposal, I held my breathe and waited. Logically I knew we were going to be okay, but like I said, she had me in the palm of her hand she owned my fucking heart, my soul and my body.
“You’ll delete her number?” she asked me, reaching out a hand and tugged gently on my hair, which was longer than I had ever worn it even as a teenager.
“I’ll text her back first to tell her to delete my number then I’ll delete it forever.” I promised meaning every word.
“Just one text then delete, don’t get involved in any back and forth explanations.”
“You got it beautiful, anything you want.” I vowed, my heart finally getting back into a calmer rhythm.
“I’m sorry honey,” Gisele mumbled dropping her cheek to my chest, “You know I’m a basket case even more so when it comes to my jealous streak. I tend to react before thinking things through,” she said meekly, making me chuckle.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” I replied dryly tongue in cheek earning myself a bite to my pec through my shirt.
“Ouch, easy tiger. Listen beautiful I love your crazy I even love that you can be a basket case at times, what I can’t accept is you not trusting me.” Gisele sat up straight her mouth open to argue but I was not finished.
“Hang on baby, I was going to say however, I do understand why those messages made you pissed off. They didn’t look good, and she made it sound like we had something, which we don’t,” I said quickly, cutting off any chance of a Gisele comeback.
“I do trust you Jamison, and I love you so much, it’s my mouth that goes off without asking permission. I have no control sometimes; I saw red when the messages came through and nothing other than a nuclear bomb was going to stop me.” She said sheepishly, but somehow, she also looked rather proud of herself.
God damn these Blessing women.
“I love you more beautiful, I wouldn’t give you a ring if I didn’t. Just promise me next time you give me a chance to explain before pushing the button hey?” Not that this kind of issue was ever going to rise again but living with and loving Gisele meant anything could happen. Anything.
Giggling, Gisele laid he cheek back to my chest. “I make no promises because it’s me, but I’ll try and give you a word in before I detonate, deal?”
“I can live with that,” I joked holding her tight in contented silence for a few minutes.
“Come on baby, I need to get our girl to school along with her new service dog,” I said laughing. Truth be told I could not wait to see Miracle walk inside the building with my ugly pug prancing happily behind her. I also could not wait to see the expression on the principal’s face as she did.
“K,” Gisele mumbled, “I need to get back to the post hostage sale at the grocery myself.”
What?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what the hell was a post hostage sale then thought better of it. My heart was happy, my woman was calm plus there was a big reason I didn’t ask.
I really did not want to know.
That’s when things get dangerous.