Chapter Nineteen
Nineteen
Jameson
Wildflower
Do you want to come over so we can talk?
Relief washes over me in waves as I stare down at her message. The words I’ve been so desperately wanting to hear, or see, are finally right in front of me.
It’s been two weeks of radio silence.
Miles tried to get me to fly back to New York, but I refused, unwilling to put any real physical distance between us. Instead I spent my days digging deeper into Lane’s past, not finding much, and my nights parked down the street from her house.
I wanted to go to her, to pound on her door until she answered and demand she talk to me. I held myself back, giving her the space she asked for.
Jameson
When?
Wildflower
After I get off work. Is 6 o'clock okay?
Jameson
I’ll be there.
I pull up to Lane’s house at exactly six. Tension coils tight in my gut. I spent half of the day watching the clock and the other half pacing my room, willing time to move faster.
I grip the wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. Hope and fear collide in my chest. Will she let me in or will she tell me to fuck off for good?
I square my shoulders and exit my truck, flowers in hand. Determined to win her back. The air outside is warm from the late afternoon sun, a faint breeze rustling the leaves on the trees as I cross the path to her porch.
The door swings open and when my eyes land on her every ounce of doubt slips away. There isn’t a reality where she doesn’t belong with me. We will work this out. We will work everything out.
My eyes slide down her body, taking in every inch of her. From her bare toes, painted neon green, to her perfect face, lit softly by the evening light spilling in from behind me. She’s wearing a burnt orange tank that makes her skin-kissed skin glow, tucked into a pair of cutoff shorts.
I clench my jaw against the need to touch her. To trace my fingers over her vibrantly inked skin.
Lane smiles, small and uneasy. “I’m running out of room for these.” She nods at the bouquet still tightly gripped in my hand.
Tension hangs heavy between us for a beat before she steps back, silently inviting me in.
We settle on her brown leather couch, and I set the flowers on the table in front of us. I sink back into the cushions, eyes roaming over her face as she stares at the flowers, hands fidgeting nervously on her lap.
“You don’t have to be nervous around me,” I say, keeping my voice low. “No matter what you tell me, I won’t judge you. I’m sorry I tried to force your hand by telling you my story. I was worried about you shutting me out, and I wanted you to know you could talk to me.”
I brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, letting my thumb ghost over her cheekbone. “I’m sorry I backed you into a corner the way I did.”
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to her hands still fidgeting in her lap. “I haven’t talked to anyone about it except Kam.”
I lift her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You can tell me anything.”
Her eyes fill with unshed tears. “My ex used to hit me.” She looks away, refusing to meet my eyes any longer.
Her voice is small but steady when she continues.
“It happened pretty regularly toward the end. It started with him making suggestions after we got engaged, telling me what I should wear, who I could talk to. After we got married, the should’s turned into could’s, and he started berating me over everything.
Eventually, just yelling at me and insulting me weren’t enough, he started hitting me too. ”
She pauses, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “I tried so hard to make him happy, to keep him from being angry or disappointed in me.”
Her voice cracks, and so does my heart. “But he always found a reason. I didn’t have anyone I could talk to, and I was afraid the cops wouldn’t believe me.
I was even more afraid he’d kill me if I went to them.
I saved up money and left while he was at work one day.
I moved here and sent him divorce papers.
I haven’t seen him or talked to him since. ”
Anger surges through me, but I stomp it down. I know she’s not giving me the full story, just the abbreviated version. I can’t imagine the horrors she endured at Byron’s hands. If I didn’t already know this asshole was dead, I’d find him and kill him myself.
Her eyes meet mine again, vulnerability shining through the tears. “I’ve been so afraid to let anyone in. Afraid that if I did, I would be giving up control over my life again. I don’t want to be afraid anymore, Jameson.”
My hand comes up, cupping the side of her face. “You don't have to be afraid with me, Wildflower.”
She eyes me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Did you kill Luke?”
I grab her hand, pulling until she’s straddling my lap. “Would it change how you feel about me if I said yes?”
“No.” It comes out soft and breathless.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” I murmur, tracing my fingers down her tattooed arms, leaving goosebumps in my wake. I linger over her skin, memorizing the feel of her again, soothing the ache of her absence.
Her eyes go from soft to lust-filled in an instant. “I’ve missed you, too.”
Whatever control I had snaps.
My hand sinks into her long, silky strands and my lips crashing to hers. She opens instantly, a soft moan escaping as I lick into her mouth, letting her taste flood my system. Her hands run up my chest, setting fire to my skin.
I tug her head to the side, my lips finding that spot right behind her ear, the one that makes her come undone. A gasp leaves her throat, her fingers dinging into my shoulders, anchoring her as she grinds against me, seeking friction.
Jesus Christ.
She feels so good. I’ve gone without her touch for too long. Not knowing if she’d ever let me touch her again.
My free hand tightens around her hip, gliding her over my hard length. Slow and rough, letting her feel exactly how much I’ve missed her.
Her fingers dig deeper as she chases her pleasure, sexy little moans leaving her throat. I tighten my grip, stalling her movements. “I need to hear you say it,” I growl against her throat.
“I’m yours,” she whimpers, voice thick with lust. “Now please fuck me, Jameson.”
The mouth on this woman. I fucking love it.
“So polite when you’re asking to be fucked,” I murmur, dragging her mouth back to mine. My teeth sink into her plush bottom lip before soothing the sting with my tongue.
I stand, hands gripping her thighs. Her legs wrap around me on instinct, hands fisting the back of my shirt. Her mouth finds my neck, biting and kissing as I carry her through the house, fueling my need.
I lay her on the bed and step back, soaking her in. Sunlight streams through her sheer curtains, painting her skin gold. Her lust filled eyes are locked on to me, her swollen lips slightly parted. Her hair is a tousled mess of waves spilling over one shoulder. Fuck, she’s stunning.
My hands clench at my sides, fighting against the need to touch her. “Take your clothes off and spread your legs,” I command, voice low and rough.
A shiver runs through her, my words settling over her skin.
Her lust filled eyes go wide, desire burning bright.
She obeys, her tank falling to the floor within seconds, followed by her shorts.
Her panties stay, hunter green and lacy.
She props herself upon her elbows, giving me a playful smile as she slowly spreads her legs.
My hips jerk, my cock straining violently against my jeans. I’m so fucking hard it’s almost painful.
Lane is free to do whatever she wants outside of the bedroom. But here, I’m in charge. I command her pleasure.
I run my hands up her silky thighs, her skin heating under my touch. “I meant all of your clothing, Wildflower,” I growl, giving her pussy a sharp slap.
She yelps, her head falling back.
I step back, and her eyes snap to mine. “Panties.”
She pulls them off without a word, tossing them across the room, her glistening pussy on full display.
My hands grip behind her knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed in one fluid motion.
Her head falls back, her hair spilling across the mattress.
I bite my bottom lip, taking her in. All smooth skin and soft curves.
My hands glide up her thigh, and she rises her hips, willing me to touch her.
She groans in protest when I continue my path up her sides, avoiding her center completely.
“You made me wait, baby,” I murmur, thumb brushing over her peaked nipples. “You ghosted me, Lane. Didn’t speak to me for two fucking weeks. Now I get to take my time.”
Her back arches, her perfect tits pushing into my hands, seeking more.
I pinch her nipple, a sharp gasp leaving her lips. “I’m going to touch you in all the ways I’ve wanted.” I roll it between my fingers, enticing needly little whimpers from her throat. “All the ways I’ve been imagining while I fucked my fist.”
Lowering my head I pull her other rose colored nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Jameson,” she cries out, her voice wrecked.
Fuck. Nothing has ever sounded so perfect.
I release her nipple with a pop, and gaze down into her hunger filled eyes. “That’s right, baby. That’s the name you’re going to be screaming while you come all over my cock.”
I trail kisses down her body, as she becomes a writhing mess beneath me. My mouth waters when I drop to my knees, eyes landing on her dripping pussy. Her scent hits me, and a low groan rips from my throat. My dick begins to throb painfully against my zipper, begging to be released.
My eyes lock with hers as I lower my head, tasting her for the first time. I drag my tongue through her wet slit, a low growl leaving my throat, as her taste sends shockwaves through my body. She tastes fucking delicious.
I spread her with my thumbs, and flatten my tongue, running it from her opening to her clit. A mix of whimpers and moans spill from her lips when I suck the tight little bud into my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her.
I spear her with my tongue and her back bows off the bed, her hands sinking into my hair, holding me in place as she rides my face.
When she’s close I replace my tongue with two fingers, slowly working them into her tight heat. I latch onto her clit and curl my fingers, gliding them along her G-spot.
“Fuuuckkk!” she screams, head thrown back, hips lifting off the bed.
“Eyes on me,” I warn.
Her eyes snap to mine.
“Your eyes stay on me while I make you come.”
I thrust my fingers fast, adding a third, stretching her. A strangled cry rips from her throat when I wrap my lips around her clit, tugging gently. Her grip tightens in my hair, her hips rising and falling as she chases her release.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. She’s right on the edge. I bite down on her clit, teeth dragging over the sensitive bud. She detonates, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she rides out each wave of pleasure.
“JAMESON!” It comes out half scream, half moan.
I let her ride it out, wanting to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body. Not stopping until she falls back against the bed, loose and sated. I withdraw my fingers, eyes locked with hers as I bring them from my mouth, sucking each one clean.
I groan, wishing I could drown in her taste. I’ll never get enough. “Fuck baby, you looked so beautiful coming apart, on my fingers.” I stand, gripping my shirt by the collar and pull it off in one fluid motion. “But now I need you to come all over my cock.”
Her head snaps up, pupils blowing wide with lust. She’s never seen me without my shirt on, and by the look in her eyes, she approves.
“Come here, baby,” I murmur, hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her to her knees.
Her hand lands on my chest, fingers tracing the vibrant ink covering my skin. I release her, giving her free rein to touch me. I’ve denied her long enough.
I stand perfectly still, hands clenched at my sides as she explores my body, my skin heating under her touch. She runs her hand down my chest, stopping when she reaches my waist. Her eyes stay on me as she flicks open the button.
I dig my nails into my palms, fighting to stay in control. “Tell me what you want, Wildflower.” I grit out, voice rough with need.
Her eyes trail down my body. “I want to see you naked.”
I take her hand, pulling her off the bed to her feet. “Then undress me, Lane.”
She looks at me through her lashes, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her hands are steady as she lowers my zipper, the metal a soft rasp against fabric.
My eyes stay locked on her as she slowly lowers to her knees, biting and licking her way down my abs. She pulls my boots off, one at a time, tossing them across the room, landing with a loud thunk.
She gives a slow, sexy smile, her eyes alight with mischief. Her hands return to my waistband, slow and deliberate, the air growing thick with heat. Her eyes stay on me as she pushes my pants and boxers down my legs.
My aching cock springs forward, hard and heavy between. Slowly, she lowers her eyes and a surprised gasp leaves her mouth as she stares wide-eyed at the silver bar that goes through the head of my dick and comes out the tip. A reverse Prince Albert.
Her eyes snap back to mine.
I smirk. “Do you like it, baby?”
She nods, and flicks the tip of her tongue over the before silver ball coming out of the tip.
My control snaps.
My hands wrap around her arms, pulling her to stand. “Sorry, baby, next time you can suck my cock.” I grip her hips and toss her on the bed. “This time, I need to fuck you.”
I kick off my pants and crawl on after her, settling between her thighs, holding myself up with my hands.
“Do we need a condom, baby?”
“No, I’m on the pill.”
That’s all the permission I need, my hips thrust forward, filling her completely.