Chapter 45
Jameson
Later that evening, I emerge from the shower to find Megan lying on our bed, waiting for me. She’s wearing my shirt, the one I wore today, unbuttoned, and she’s naked underneath.
So beautiful.
She smiles at me sleepily, but there’s no way we’re going to sleep yet.
I climb over her and peel the shirt open, baring her beautiful tits and pussy to me completely. I’m already getting all kinds of ideas about how I’m going to make her come again.
After I made her come on my no-sex sofa, I fucked her on it, then had Chef make us a celebratory dinner.
Then we called our families to tell them the news: that we’re getting married, for real, and will be setting a wedding date soon.
I know my family approves of Megan. Even Harlan, as much as he can bother approving of such a thing. He’s been in a black mood the last few days, ever since we all met to draw the next name from Granddad’s cigar box, and his name was chosen.
But when is Harlan ever in a good mood?
As for Graysen, I told him we’re having dinner soon, just the two of us, and he seemed pleased. It’s not like Graysen and I to spend much one-on-one time, but maybe that’s my fault more than it is his. And my soon-to-be-married status seems to have checked off an item on his to-do list, so at least he’s off my back about that.
My part in the game is over.
All there is left to do is enjoy planning a life with my bride.
And if she thinks we’re done celebrating, she really doesn’t know me as well as she thinks she does.
I slide my fingers inside her, watching how her eyes glaze over with pleasure. I take my time coaxing out another luscious orgasm, two fingers plunging deep inside her and my lips wrapped around her sweet little clit. I stroke and suck as she grinds her hips into me, and when she goes off, it’s with an ecstatic cry and a deep shudder, her cunt pulsing around my fingers and her hands grabbing at my hair.
When I release her clit, she sighs and relaxes against the bed.
“Best engagement celebration ever,” she says shakily.
I slide my fingers out of her. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
She laughs softly. As if I’m fucking kidding.
“Baby, I can’t help it if I’m obsessed with romancing you. It’s biological. You knew what you were getting into.” I yank off the towel that’s still barely clinging to my hips and toss it aside. It’s getting hot in here. “You’re the one who told me I was a romantic when I wanted to chuck my tablet, and your twat hero, Wolf, out of the jet on that flight to France.”
Her eyebrow arches. “And clearly, I wasn’t wrong.”
“Good thing for both of us, you’ve assured me that Wolf has stepped up and become the alpha Rowan needs him to be. Which means I’m willing to read the final two books, and see if he comes through.”
“Lucky me.”
I grab her thighs and spread her legs wide around my hips, making her gasp. I bite her throat lightly. “Did you really think I’d find you lying in bed wearing my shirt and not demand to fuck you?”
She gives me a sultry look. “I would never.”
“Oh. You knew. Because you’re my little tease.” I slide my fingers inside her again, and I pulse them against her flesh.
Two can tease.
I’m not nearly done with her. She just agreed to marry me. My idea of doing our engagement right this time is making up for all the fucking we should’ve done the first time.
Her pussy spasms in response to my touch, and she moans, still hungry.
My beautiful, insatiable girl.
“Jamie,” she gushes.
There’s something about that sweet way she says my name that makes my heart clench and all the arrows lodged in it quiver. Only my family and closest friends have ever called me Jamie. To the outside world, I’m Jameson Vance, untouchable billionaire, a member of the ultraprivate Vance family.
But when Megan says my name, it feels like we’re family already. And it turns me on.
“I want in you,” I growl.
“You are in me.”
I slip my fingers out and caress her sensitive little asshole with my fingertip. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t protest or pull away. I already know she likes it when I use my fingers here.
And I hate to bring up her fucking lowlife of an ex at a time like this, but I suddenly need to know. Right now.
“Did he fuck you here?”
If he did, I’ll make it my mission to fuck her better.
“No,” she breathes. And the hit of primal, alpha possessiveness that surges through my veins is like a fucking superdrug.
I know I can love her better. That’s no question.
I know I can fuck her better, too.
But to fuck her first and last… I don’t even know until she says no to that question and heat expands in my chest how badly I want to own every single part of her.
For life.
And the fact that he never did that… that she’s never been possessed that way by any other man…
I’m so fucking hard, it almost hurts.
I tease her little asshole with my fingertip, stroking softly, and my cock jerks with anticipation. Megan shivers, her tits bouncing as she wriggles, her nipples hard and flushed.
“God. Everything’s so sensitive. So… fuck.”
“You like that.”
“I like everything.” Her expression softens from hunger to adoration. “Everything you do, I mean.”
Another surge of alpha male satisfaction and lust hit me with those words. I massage her little hole, and her muscles tremble in response, slipping open for me. But I don’t push inside.
“I want everything,” I tell her, my voice gruff with longing. “No barriers between us.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me here?”
“I want you everywhere.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“I don’t care.”
“Damn.”
She laughs softly. “What?”
I drift my hand over one of her breasts and gently squeeze, making her shiver. “I need something.” I get up, and disappear into the bathroom, then reemerge with a bottle of lube.
“Oh,” she breathes.
I stalk toward her, the urgency building. Every time we fuck, I want Megan just that little bit more.
It’s crazy, heady shit.
I put the lube on the nightstand and grab her under the knees, turning her as I tug her toward me, so I can fuck her while standing next to the bed.
My cock is hard as rock, and I give it a few solid strokes as I stand over her. “Spread your legs. Lift up your knees for me.”
She spreads wide, lifting her knees out to the side, so I can get at all of her.
I grab the lube and squeeze out a generous amount of the cool liquid, letting it pour over her already slick pussy and coat her little asshole.
Then I smear it all over my cock.
I toss the bottle aside.
I lean over her, lining up my cock, watching for any sign of fear. I don’t see any. Only love and longing as acute and overwhelming as what I feel for her.
I grip her hip with one hand to hold her in place. I can feel her panting little breaths. My own breathing is already rough and uneven.
I was so afraid that I’d lose her. If I didn’t ever tell her about the challenge… Or if what Valerie told her ended us, drove her away…
But she’s right here, opening herself for me in ways she never has for another man.
With such trust…
It tears me open, makes me want to lay everything I am at her feet.
I push, but her body resists me. We’re both so slick, I could force myself right in, easily. But I won’t do that.
She needs to be in this with me.
“Relax, baby,” I soothe her, drifting my thumb over her clit. “When I’m inside you, I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, I promise you’ll like it.”
She laughs nervously. “I believe you.”
“Then relax for me, Megan.”
I caress her clit until I feel her open. I immediately push in, and she gasps. My cockhead settles into place, and she squeezes me.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “I need to be deeper. I want all of you.”
She nods, exhales, and the second I feel her relax, I shove all the way in.
She cries out, tensing, but I’m already in.
She wriggles, impaled on my hard length as I lock my hips, holding still, letting her adjust to the feeling.
From my side of it, it’s pure goddamn heaven. Tight and hot.
But this isn’t about me. This is about us.
“Good? Bad?”
“Full,” she gasps.
“My good girl.” I rub her clit. “You like that cock inside you.”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re so perfect.”
She moans in response.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she sighs and shudders. Like she’s surrendering to the inevitability of it.
My heart burns with the sting of a fresh new onslaught of arrows, and I know I’d give up anything for this.
For us.
It was an inevitability I’d felt overtaking me, long ago.
We were made for each other. And now we’re bound to each other. Sex is just a physical expression of what we already feel, already know to be true.
“You’re mine,” I tell her again, pinching her clit in a gentle rhythm now, “and I’m yours.”
She shudders. “Yes.”
“Your tight ass is mine, just like this pretty, hungry little cunt of yours and this greedy little clit, and those bouncy, juicy tits and all the rest of you. You were made to get me off.”
She breathes out, a sound between a laugh and a sigh. “Only you could make that sound filthy and romantic at the same time.”
I leave my thumb on her clit and push two fingers into her cunt, filling her more completely. Her eyes haze with pleasure.
“I’m not going to move,” I tell her, lavishing her clit with my thumb, fucking her in a slow rhythm with my fingers so she gets my meaning. My cock is staying put, right where it is, filling her ass to the hilt.
My hand will take care of her. I just want to own her like this, get her used to the feeling.
No barriers.
No more lines.
Nothing is off-limits between us.
“Just let me give you pleasure. When you climax, I’m going to feel it. Your ass is going to milk my cock.”
“Oh god.” She shudders. Her nipples are swollen, red, and I know they must be aching. I lean in and suckle them, one, then the other, and she moans in ecstasy at my touch.
There’s nothing more to say.
I told her what I wanted, and her orgasm is inevitable.
I reach up and wrap my free hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. I wrap my mouth around one nipple and suck hard, and after a few deep, luxurious pulls, her cunt jerks. I fuck her with my fingers a little faster, rubbing my thumb over her clit while I suck… and then she’s coming for me.
I feel it all over.
Her tits shake as her body quivers. Her clit pulses under the pad of my massaging thumb. Her pussy spasms on my fingers, slick and soaked.
And the tight heat of her ass, gripping my cock like a slippery, silken fist, jerks, then squeezes. I groan as she milks me, the deep clenches urging me to climax.
I sink my teeth into the soft flesh around her nipple as I come, struggling not to move my hips as my cock strains and I pour everything that’s in me into her with a long groan.
She seems to like the feeling and stirs, gasping, her silken heat rippling around me in response to each jerking spurt. She moans, her hands buried in my hair as I press my face between her breasts, my cock pulsing inside her.
We lie like that until the tremors fade, and we catch our breath, stroking each other’s skin.
I lift my head and kiss her breasts, suckle her pretty nipples, and kiss my way slowly up her throat. I take her mouth in a sweet but deep kiss that makes her stir beneath me.
Then I press my face into her neck. I sigh against her skin, my whole body shuddering with contentment.
I can’t get up.
This feeling is too exquisite.
I just hope the orgasm made it worth any discomfort for her. That she really doesn’t care if I caused her some pain.
That she trusted me enough, let me go there, let me have that control, just makes me feel more attached to her. She must feel the way my heart is pounding against her, so fucking strong, so fucking fragile.
She must know it: that she owns me completely.
“I love you so goddamn much,” I tell her, still buried deep.
“I know, Jamie,” she whispers. “I’m yours.”