Chapter 15 #3
His gaze seemed to linger on the white towel, which with my stomach, barely hid all of me. My breasts were pushed up, and my upper thighs were on display. With my hair in a bun on top of my head, various strands kissed my neck.
“Hi.”
Jameson’s lips quirked. “Hey.”
“I should get dressed…” I walked to the dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top. Both were too small on me, but I had limited options. Jameson stood from the bed and walked toward the door.
“I’ll give you some privacy.”
I hurried, not wanting him to get called away. He felt like this elusive cloud of smoke that was constantly drifting in and out of my world, only staying long enough to get me addicted, then gone again.
Reaching for the doorknob, I pulled and peeked out. “All done.”
My nerves were like a bolt of electric heat hammering along my veins as I sat back down on the bed.
You’d think we were going to have sex with how nervous I was.
My eyes lifted and trailed Jameson as he walked in.
His wheat-colored hair was tousled deliciously, his brown eyes were warm whiskey and that jaw seemed to twitch as he fought a smile.
His plain white t-shirt was tight against his firm muscles and at some point, he’d changed into gray sweatpants.
My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw his dick imprint.
Holy Shit.
He cleared his throat, and then his knees dipped into the mattress, his chest aligning with my back.
“I’m just going to rub your shoulders…is that okay…I can go lower too, just tell me what’s okay and what’s not.”
“It’s okay.” My voice came out all breathy, like I wanted to get fucked.
Which I did.
His warm hands landed on my shoulders, and he began slowly rubbing the tension out of my neck, but every time he would hit a spot near my tank top, the fabric would get caught under his fingers.
“Can I lower these?” His breath washed over my neck, causing goosebumps to pebble along my skin. His smooth voice caressed something inside me that needed to be fucked, and fucked hard.
“Yeah, of course,” I whispered back.
With a delicate touch, he gently lowered the straps, which made the shirt sag a bit. All I had to do was lift my arm to hold it in place.
With his hands back on my shoulders, and no longer being inhibited, the massage was divine. Rolling my neck, I let out a small moan of pleasure, which made Jamie freeze.
“Sorry…just feels good.”
His hands continued, then he cleared his throat. “It’s okay…um, but speaking of…feeling good, was it okay that I texted you the lock emoji yesterday?”
“It was fine, I’m glad you did.” I wasn’t sure exactly what to say and I couldn’t tell him it had made me all sorts of hot and bothered that he’d done it.
“But you…you don’t ever text it, and I just don’t want to be in this alone, or like I’m the only one trying to get off around here.” He laughed lightly, like he was trying to lighten the mood.
I chuckled softly because he’d only done it once, and this felt very much like he was trying to figure out a way to bring the topic up without being obvious.
“Well, I would, but my vibrator isn’t as pleasurable these days.”
Jameson waited before moving his hands lower. “Why not?”
Another moan escaped me as his thumbs pressed into my spine, and this time, I didn’t apologize for it. He seemed like he was giving me some hints, and he hadn’t done anything remotely close to it in so long. I was ravished for his attention.
“It’s a small wand vibrator, and with my stomach, I’m having a hard time reaching my clit without twisting to do it. It starts to hurt my side after a while.”
And the worst part was, the last week or so the aching was the worst it had ever been.
Jameson was quiet behind me, the only indication that I had about him possibly overthinking was how firm his hands became against my skin, how he slowly trailed the pads of his fingers over my bare shoulders…
how his warm breath fanned the center of my back as he let out a resigned sigh.
As if he were finally just going to give in.
“Would you—” he started then stopped. “If I could help…would you…”
He cleared his throat, and my face heated. Jameson didn’t fumble his words; he wasn’t shy or unsure, at least not that I’d ever experienced. The memory of when he’d gripped my hips and told me it was my taste he wanted that night, surfaced, making me squeeze my thighs together.
“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” I said as a way to protect my heart. As much as I wanted to accept his help, I knew he would do something in true Jamie fashion that made me feel like I was just a giant regret.
His chest felt closer, against my back as he whispered in my ear, “It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable…it doesn’t have to mean anything. I just know you have needs…with the hormones and stuff. I don’t mind helping you. I can also just find you a longer wand online and have it shipped here.”
I shook my head. “Wouldn’t be worth it since I only have a few weeks left.”
His hands moved lighter, in soothing strokes. “Then…”
“I’d appreciate the help if you honestly don’t mind. I’ve been aching for a few days because it’s hurting my side too much to twist around to use the wand.”
Jameson shifted behind me, his hands dropping away from my shoulders.
“Okay. How do you want to do this then?”
“I could lie back on the pillows and—”
Jameson was up, moving around the bed to help me and his massive, erect dick imprint wasn’t hard to miss…at fucking all.
“I can sit with my back to you, so you feel like you have privacy…”
His hands wrapped around mine as I shifted back and rested against the pillows.
“I feel like that would make it awkward, and I can’t do this if it doesn’t feel organic. Can we just slip into our fake fiancé roles like we do in public?”
His dark eyes assessed me, a flash of hurt before it was gone, and I panicked. I always said the wrong thing around him, but if I outright asked for this to be real, he’d tell me no. Pretending was the next best shot I had at feeling like it was genuine.
“So we pretend…we just—”
I nodded, holding his gaze. “I mean, unless you don’t want to. I respect that too.”
“I think it might take me a second…I’ll have to balance how into the facade we go, because it could go too far.”
Of course it could. I nearly rolled my eyes but withheld the urge.
“Whatever you think is best.”