CHAPTER 20 #2
I couldn’t keep the laugh in. “You could not. The second some man told you to drop to your knees, you’d be all up in his face snapping your fingers and telling him off.”
“True,” he acknowledged, laughing. “But I could pretend.”
“I can, too,” I told them. “That’s why I like the role-playing.” I went on to give them a high-level overview of the school room and what had happened, leaving out the most intimate parts.
Tiffany snagged a piece of cheese from Jonah’s plate when she’d finished off her own. “Tell me something.”
I watched her, waiting for her question.
“Are they hot together?”
I didn’t pretend not to know who she was talking about. “So hot,” I said with a giggle.
Jonah huffed. “You are so lucky.”
The three of us went into a fit of giggles.
Two hours later, Tiffany was snoozing in my cuddle chair while Jonah was passed out on my sofa, and I was sitting on the floor, watching the credits roll on the episode of Criminal Minds I’d been watching on Netflix.
My cell phone buzzed, so I snatched it up, tossed blankets over my friends, then headed for my bedroom. I closed the door, settled on my bed, smiling as I read the first text message.
Cav: Hey, cupcake. You still up?
Me: I am. Just watching TV.
Cav: Your friends still there?
Me: Yeah. They’re asleep in the living room.
Cav: Are they sound sleepers?
Me: A tornado could roll through, and they wouldn’t wake up.
Cav: Good. I’ll be there in three minutes. Let me in.
My belly flipped, butterflies erupting into chaos.
I shot off my bed, ran to the bathroom, and checked my appearance. I’d long ago washed off my makeup and pulled my hair up, but I looked decent. Not like I was going to lather makeup on at this time of night.
I was at the door, watching through the security hole when Cav approached. As quietly as I could, I opened the door, then closed and locked it behind him.
Enjoying the fact that my friends had no idea he was there, I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. The instant the door was closed and locked, Cav had me pinned up against it, his mouth on mine.
“I missed you,” he mumbled against my lips.
I giggled. “It’s only been twenty-four hours.”
He grinned. “Is that all?”
“It felt like an eternity,” I admitted, giggling as his warm hands slid beneath my T-shirt, grazing my stomach, my ribs, then pausing on my breasts.
I moaned softly, urging him to continue.
“You’ve got on too many clothes,” I told him, unable to keep my hands to myself.
It was a rush to feel like this. So much passion and desire coursing through my veins. Until Edge and Cav, I’d never known anything like it, and I prayed this feeling never went away.
I managed to rid him of his shirt in the time it took him to strip me naked.
He was still wearing his jeans as he tumbled me onto the bed, our lips locked in a passionate kiss that drove me wild.
It didn’t take long before the denim disappeared and we were moving as one, rocking together.
He filled me so perfectly, his body covering mine as he drove in deep.
Cav’s head lifted when I moaned. His smile was so brilliant, it hit me right in the chest. I loved this man.
Loved him so much. It was wonderful to acknowledge that and to know that he felt the same about me.
More importantly, I loved that we could be together like this.
Although Edge was still there in my mind, I could spend time with Cav without worrying about how I felt for Edge.
This was an interesting dynamic, one I’d never considered a possibility. To be able to love two men equally.
“Stay with me, cupcake,” he murmured against my mouth. “Feel me inside you.”
Oh, I felt him. Hot and thick, thrusting deep as I soared higher and higher. “I’m right here. Always.”
His eyes fluttered closed as he impaled me again and again. It was sweet, with an edge of aggression that I’d come to expect. As though he couldn’t help himself. I knew the feeling. I wanted him with a passion that shocked me.
“Jamie … baby … Christ, you feel good.”
I held on to him, burying my face in his neck as he drove into me over and over. The instant I felt my orgasm ignite, I nipped his shoulder, dug my nails into his back in an effort to hold back the cry of release.
Cav shifted, covered my mouth with his as we swallowed each other’s moans, coming together in what I’d come to know as sheer perfection.
CAV
As I lay in the dark, Jamie curled up beside me, I stared up at the ceiling.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to talk to my mother, to tell her the good news. How I’d fallen in love, settled down in one place, and what I imagined for my future.
But I couldn’t call her. Couldn’t tell her any of those things because my mother had disowned me a long time ago.
She had written me off back when my father had left, along with everyone else in her life.
She’d become bitter, angry at the world, and no matter how hard I’d tried, I couldn’t get through to her.
For the longest time, I had expected her to call, to check on me, ask about my life. That call had never come.
“Cav?”
I turned my head, kissed Jamie on the forehead. “Go back to sleep, cupcake. I’m right here.”
Her hand moved over my stomach, her fingertips grazing the scar from the bullet wound I tried hard to forget.
“How’d you get the scars?”
I didn’t answer immediately. The answer was a story I didn’t enjoy thinking about, much less telling.
Jamie’s lips grazed my shoulder, and I sighed. “I was shot.”
She lifted her head, stared down at me. I could just make out her features from the light cast by the alarm clock.
“Shot?”
“In the line of duty,” I explained. “After I graduated from college, I was adrift, not sure what I wanted to do. Having gone back to Houston for a while, I met up with a couple of my old friends. One mentioned he was joining the police academy, suggested I do it.
“I think it was more of a dare than anything, and since I had nothing else on the agenda of my life, I figured why the hell not. Entered the academy, passed with flying colors, went on to join the Houston PD. Ended up with a K-9 partner.” I smiled in the dark.
“His name was Kano. Sweetest damn dog in the world. Fiercely loyal, too.”
“Did he live with you?”
“Yeah. Spent every waking minute together. He was so damn smart.”
“Past tense?”
I swallowed hard and relayed the details of the event that had changed my life. By the time I was finished reliving that dreadful day, Jamie was holding me tightly, her tears falling onto my chest.
“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, squeezing me. “So sorry you lost him.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
She snuggled closer. “You haven’t met Tank,” she said.
“He’s my brother’s yellow lab.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“I got him for my brother because I knew Zeke had needed someone to love. He’s always been my rock, ever since our parents died, and I hated to see the way he kept himself closed off.
So, I adopted Tank, but told Zeke I’d found him near my grandfather’s house.
” She chuckled. “I remember the look on his face when I took the puppy over, begged my brother to keep him, to give him a home. I knew he would do it for me, so I’d used that against him.
Don’t regret it either. They’ve been good for one another. ”
I couldn’t help but smile as she relayed the information.
I could hear in her voice how much she loved her brother, how far she would go to take care of the man.
Though I didn’t know Zeke all that well, I did know him.
He didn’t seem like an easy man to deal with, but to know he went soft for his sister and a puppy spoke volumes.
“What about your parents?” she asked after a few minutes of silence. “Do they live in Houston?”
I shrugged. “Not sure. Probably. They divorced a long time ago. Haven’t talked to either of them.”
“Why not?”
“My mother was so hurt when my father left, she took it out on everyone else. Including me. Wrote me off a long time ago.”
“Your father?”
“He got remarried, has a new family. Never looked back.”
“What about when you got shot? Didn’t they come see you? Take care of you?”
“No. I have no way to reach my father. And my mom … I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. Haven’t tried since.”
“What about Edge’s parents? Does he talk to them?”
I swallowed hard, kissed her forehead. “That’s a complicated story.”
She shifted, and I could tell she was looking at me. “Does he see them?”
I shook my head. “They’re dead. Died when he was sixteen.”
“Oh, my God.” She put her head back on my chest. “Is it something he’ll talk about?”
“If you ask him, yeah.” It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, I knew, but he would.
“Cav?”
“It’s his story to tell, Jamie.”
“No. I know. I wasn’t going to ask about it.”
Curling my arm around her, I held her tightly.
“You might want to reach out to her,” Jamie whispered. “Your mom. What she did was wrong, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you. Or regret what happened.”
Yeah. I thought about that, too.
Unfortunately, I got her stubbornness.
“Get some sleep, cupcake,” I whispered, curling around her, holding her tightly against me. “I love you.”
She smiled against my chest. “I love you, too.”
When I woke the next morning, I was alone in bed, the door closed.
I smiled to myself, peering around Jamie’s bedroom.
It was exactly as I expected a woman’s room to look like.
There was a pile of pillows on the floor, enough to cover most of the bed when it was made.
The closet door was slightly ajar, a few things lying on the floor, a dress hanging on the knob.
I glanced around, noticed the picture of Zeke on her nightstand, along with one of the dog I assumed to be Tank. On her dresser, there were pictures tucked into the edge of the mirror frame. Looked to be family pictures from when she was small.
Family was important to Jamie, I could tell. She’d lost hers at a young age. Tragically.
I heard the sound of voices coming from the other room, knew I couldn’t hide out forever. I figured her friends were sticking around because they knew I was here.
“Might as well get the introductions out of the way,” I muttered as I snatched my jeans from the floor, pulled them on.
Thankfully, there was access to the bathroom from the bedroom, so I slipped in there, relieved myself, then washed my hands and face. There was no point in denying I’d spent the night, nor was I sure why I’d want to.
After getting fully dressed, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the living room, and came to an abrupt stop.
Jamie’s friends had clearly left. Or I hoped they had, considering the compromising position I found her and Edge in, right there on Jamie’s sofa. He was sitting up, Jamie straddling his lap, both of them naked.
Jamie’s eyes opened, met mine, and I saw the heat there. She liked that I was watching them.
“Come for me, sweetness,” Edge urged. “Come all over my cock.”
Jamie’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned.
Yeah. I could definitely get used to this.
I remained silent as I moved toward the refrigerator, my eyes on them the entire time. They were quite the sight, Jamie’s naked breasts cupped in Edge’s big hands as she ground down on him.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Take what you need.”
Fuck, that was hot.
I broke my attention away long enough to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. When I turned back, I noticed Edge was watching me, his eyes as hot as Jamie’s. I offered a smirk, drank from the bottle.
“Fuck, Jamie,” Edge growled, his hands sliding to her hips, holding her still as he jerked his hips upward, driving into her. “Come for me.”
Jamie cried out, a sexy sound that made my dick twitch behind my zipper.
“Fuck, yes,” Edge hissed. “That’s it, sweetness.” He held her still, his body jerking as he came deep inside her.
When they both relaxed into a heap, I smiled. “Mornin’.”
“Enjoy the show?” Edge asked.
“More than you will ever know.”