Jamison
J amison helped Regan unload her Harley and he wasn’t sure that he had ever been so attracted to a woman. She was just the type he usually fell for, but Ash always tried to lead him toward the “girly” women who were more interested in their hair and makeup. Regan hadn’t checked her reflection once since she made her way down to dinner. She barely had any makeup on, and her hair was a mess from her nap. She had that look like someone had just spent an afternoon in bed with her messing her up and that thought made him rock hard. Fuck, he was going to stay in a perpetual state of discomfort with her around and no amount of cold water was going to help. He just hoped that he and Ash would be able to convince her that she had been missing out in life, not having the two of them in her bed.
He noticed that she only had a small backpack for luggage, and he worried that Regan had it a bit tougher at home than she was letting on. When she told them about her stepdad beating her, every protective instinct in his body seemed to turn on. He wanted to pull her onto his lap and kiss her senseless while whispering promises that no one would ever lay a finger on her again. He could tell from Ash’s murderous expression that he felt the same way. But they both knew that wanting Regan for the long haul meant that they both needed to chill the fuck out, otherwise they would spook her.
“This is you,” showed her into her room at the top of the steps. “You are in between Ash and me if you need anything.” He didn’t miss her small gasp as she passed by him to look over the room. “I hope it’s all right.” He knew he sounded like he was fishing for compliments and hell, maybe he was. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, why he wanted to make her happy, but he did.
Regan nodded and threw her bag onto the bed. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. “It’s bigger than the whole trailer that I lived in with my step—” growled at the mention of her stepfather, not letting her finish her sentence.
“How about we don’t talk about that asshole?” he barked. Regan nodded, looking down at the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I tend to overshare. I will learn to say less about my private life especially when I’m officially on the job.” He hated that he made her so unsure of herself. That needed to stop right now. He hauled her up against his body and pulled her into his arms using her surprised gasp to seal his mouth over hers. His tongue greedily sought entry, finding, and stroking hers. She moaned into his mouth and melted into his body. Regan was so compliant and willing; she would be beautiful to watch as she submitted to them both. And, judging from her kiss, she would be a very willing participant.
He broke their kiss leaving her breathless and panting in the middle of her room. “Breakfast is at 5 am, we like pancakes and bacon. See you in the morning, honey.” pulled her door shut as he left her room not looking back because he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t walk away from her again so easily.